In daily study, work, and life, the most familiar thing to everyone is composition. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from compressed and concise words that you can understand. Language is the transformation into an external language form that is developed, has a standardized grammatical structure, and can be understood by others. So have you ever understood composition? The following are the excellent compositions in the snow that I have collected for everyone. You are welcome to share them. Excellent composition in the snow 1
It’s snowing. Everyone looked very happy, shouting, laughing loudly... It started in the afternoon, and it has been raining till now... The snow is getting heavier and heavier... The eaves are starting to be covered with blankets made of snow...
In the eyes of girls , the snow is so beautiful... maybe, they have read too many fairy tales. It seems that snow means beauty... I feel a little confused, a little happy, but also sad, looking for something... Maybe, I should say "Happy Winter" to myself... My eyes want to find something fresh, but Nothing to be found: not a sign, not a pile of hay, not a fence, nothing to see, just a sheet of snow everywhere. …
I can’t help but love pure white, letting snow float in the palm of my hand... Maybe it’s the lukewarm warmth of my hand, the snow ball slowly melts in my hand, and water flows down from between the fingers and disappears In the snow, moistened into the soil, is this the wish of snowflakes? I think that snowflakes fly from the sea, beautifying the earth with their pure souls, but in the end they just quietly dissolve and moisten, for a kind of pure love It doesn't matter whether it exists or not...
The snow last time seemed to have stayed in junior high school. Perhaps the childish memories are more innocent, kind and beautiful... In the past, everyone had snowball fights together, built snowmen together, and went crazy in the snow together so cutely... How wonderful would it be if the scene were reproduced? ...whispering, wanting to laugh, want to cry...
Romantic youth, kindness and beauty will always stay in that moment...like the wind, short and no longer traces...so blurry...intertwined With...
The first day of the New Year is also the first snow... Is the sky whispering something? ...
I wish my sister to be happy, dancing and laughing like snowflakes... I also wish everyone good luck and health...
Snowflakes are so ordinary and yet so great for love, every year. It falls but remains undefeated year after year, just like farmers in the past used old newspapers to paper their windows during the New Year. How meaningful that is! ...
Dedicated to the most beautiful God...praying...
The memory left in the snow...blessing happy people...Excellent composition in the snow 2
Among the four seasons, winter is the most unpretentious. It does not have the blooming flowers of spring, the lush foliage of summer, or the various charms of autumn. However, it is the season that people love the most, just because it has The sky full of white snow and dots of red plums...
The snow brought us an unexpected surprise on an ordinary morning. The snow was swirling and flying, falling quietly to the ground. I walked cautiously in the snow, for fear of trampling on the flawless silver carpet and intruding on the quiet and peaceful atmosphere. When I inadvertently raised my eyes, my gaze was involuntarily attracted to a red plum tree. The red plum tree made the originally monotonous snow-white color more vivid and added soul to the exquisiteness wrapped in silver. Some people think that the fun in the snow lies in snowball fights and building snowmen. Some people think that the fun in the snow lies in watching the snow fall and admiring the snow scenery. But at this moment, I think that the fun in the snow is nothing more than walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms.
It was opened by Ling Han alone. That touch of bright red is burning like a gorgeous fire, as if it is melting the snow on the petals, bringing us a little warmth in winter. Its trunk is vigorous, curved and mottled, carving the vicissitudes of time and recording past persistence.
Its fragrance comes from the bitter cold. The elegant fragrance is surrounded by the snow. If you smell it carefully, the fragrant fragrance is elegant and fresh, making people feel relaxed and happy...
Plum blossoms are the three friends of Suihan. It is not as gorgeous as a rose, not as noble as a peony, not as beautiful as a lily, and not as noble as a lotus, but it is proud and not afraid of the cold.
It has no butterflies to accompany it, no green leaves to set off, no spring scenery, just lonely snow. It blooms without regrets and embellishes this silver-covered world with its red dress.
If there is only snow in the cold winter, it will be a bit monotonous. The plum blossoms are not afraid of the wind and cold and bloom strongly on the branches, forming the most beautiful scenery in winter.
It’s night, and the snow, accompanied by the red plum blossoms and the faint fragrance, comes into my dreams... Excellent Composition in the Snow 3
Winter is coming quietly, and the dancing snowflakes permeate every corner of my hometown. In the corner, there is a pure white scenery all over the mountains and plains. The north wind blows and the weather is bad. The sudden fog makes me dizzy and lose the road ahead.
"Huh..." A gust of wind passed by me. It may be due to the weather. The originally lively market became lonely and cold. There were no usual cries, no children playing, and no women shopping. Everything was out of character. It was like I had entered a giant maze. The silent streets perfectly matched the maze. There was no way in or out, just a confused me and an unknown road. At a glance, I could see that I was the only one walking alone on this unfamiliar road, walking farther and farther until I disappeared into the mist.
After walking for a long time and being overworked, I became frustrated. I lowered my head and moved forward in nonsensical turns. There was not even a single person along the way. The weather worsened and dark clouds covered the entire place. town. "Ah!" I yelled resentfully, my head screaming with pain. When I raised my head again, I was facing an eleven or twelve-year-old boy. Delicate face, high nose bridge, big eyes, red lips, white teeth. He said, "Sorry, I bumped into you. Why are you here? It's far away from the town. The sun is going down. What's the matter?" "I'm lost." He held the newspaper in his hand and said: 'I'm a newspaper seller. I'm familiar with the road here, so follow me. ’ Anyway, I’m at my wits’ end, so I might as well go with him.
He is a boy who is easy to get in touch with, and we laughed and laughed along the way. He said: "I have been selling newspapers since I was 9 years old. I get up at 6 o'clock every morning and cross the mountains and ridges to sell newspapers in the city. What I am most afraid of is rainy days. The rain will wet the newspapers and I will not be able to get home on time. It's not good. "Look, it's going to rain again." He put the newspaper on his head and ran forward, and I followed him non-stop.
A corner of our home was revealed in the drizzle. The ground was covered with drizzle. We waved goodbye in the rain. His figure gradually disappeared in the rain. After the rain, the sky cleared and a rainbow hung in the sky. His The beauty is something I can’t forget. Excellent composition in the snow 4
Last night, the snow came quietly again. Her footsteps were so light that the sleeping people did not notice her arrival or departure. The beautiful scenery in the snow .
I woke up from my sleep in the early morning, opened the curtains, and a ray of sunlight shone in through the foggy glass. I wiped the windows and realized that the heavy snowfall last night was coming. I opened the windows and A cool breeze blew in my face. I walked out of the house and looked at the big snow-covered trees and the exquisitely carved world of ice and snow. I suddenly felt that the haze in my heart was swept away. Walking on the snow, my feet made a "squeaking" sound, and the warm sunshine shone on my body, making me feel a little bit of warmth in this ice and snow. I walked slowly towards the garden at the door.
I sat on the bench in the garden, looking at the white-browed pine standing proudly in the center of the garden; looking at the blue sky after the snow; looking at the silver-white snow, I It was really emotional, and I secretly admired the magic of nature and the beautiful scenery in the snow. At this time, there were a few more people in the silent garden. I looked up and saw that it was a pair of parents playing in the snow with their children. They had so much fun. Suddenly the child fell down, and he slowly got up again. His whole body was covered with snow, but he still showed a sweet smile.
In the afternoon, the snow began to fall again, and the crystal hexagonal bodies fell on the back of my hand, feeling cool. Gradually, the snow became heavier, and flakes composed of many snowflakes were hovering in the air, like white butterflies dancing. I walked in the snow and enjoyed the breath of nature.
Some branches finally couldn't bear the weight of the snow and fell down beside me.
In the evening, the snow stopped, and the red sunset radiated its last glory. The combination of the colorful clouds in the sky and the silvery white snow was so beautiful, making people feel so comfortable and comfortable. .
Winter is such a beautiful season. I love winter, and I love the fluttering snow even more. Excellent Composition in the Snow 5
It snowed again this morning. The white outside the window seems to block all the scenery. Snow is an elusive human delicacy, and I don’t know if it’s a compliment from heaven or a dull mood. I picked up the freshly brewed coffee, leaned against the window railing, and looked at her outside. She is so beautiful, she is so happy and sad. Beautiful because of her color, happy because of her flying, releasing her anger, sadness, which may not be appropriate. But she was abandoned by heaven one after another and seemed to become a waste.
I looked into the distance. I'm in awe of the houses that haven't been demolished and the little trees that haven't sprouted leaves. They held on so tenaciously, but also wailed so fragilely that I couldn't help but think of the snow as it was so merciless that she was getting old again, and the north wind was blowing her team into chaos. I felt a little sad for them, she seemed so beautiful and pure to us.
But she is just a waste abandoned by heaven. They came in such a hurry and left so secretly. She was very insecure and longed for something better to lie on and cuddle with each other. The wind is getting stronger. Snow seemed to obey his orders. It was tortured and destroyed at his hands. The wind has the power to control the snow. He really enjoys the right to let Snow do bad things. It’s really annoying to keep dry places from snowing and let cold places have more snow and wind. The cyclists wanted to break the wind, but the wind had the snow they liked, so it was stranded.
Is it snowing or windy outside? It is said that there is a late spring cold in spring, but this movement is a bit too big. It makes us feel like we're back in winter again, biting cold, biting cold. All kinds of beautiful flowers are unknown in this painful weather and dare not compete to bloom. Has spring arrived? Maybe spring in Beijing will always be like this. There is always wind and snow, which makes us feel the warmth of Jiangnan. I seem to hate this snowy life, it always makes my head swell. But what can be done? I seem to like this weather too. It was so amazing that the snow was in front of me, and she was melancholy; she was deeply fascinated by the snow in front of me. Excellent Composition in the Snow 6
On November 29, a beautiful scene appeared, and the gods were kind, allowing us to usher in the first snow this winter.
When I was at school in the afternoon, it was just a light snowfall, and there were puddles everywhere on the ground. When I came outside after class, after a while, everyone became a "little snowman". The snow drifted in the wind and fell on the eaves and the big trees. It fell on our necks, and I felt cold immediately, but it melted after a while. A small snowflake fell into the palm of my hand and lay quietly on it. Gradually, it turned into a drop of water, fell along my fingertips, and melted into the puddle. Looking into the distance, everything is surrounded by snow. It is white, thin, light, and seems to be very fragile. Look at my classmates, you laugh at me, I laugh at him, little snowflakes Rest on our heads!
When school was over, it was even more beautiful outside. The snow on the ground was piled up, and the children's little feet fell on it, making a crisp sound of "cluck...cluck...", as if The snow is saying: "Don't step on me, it's so itchy, so itchy..." Now the trees and houses are not only covered with light white, but more like a thick, white makeup. . At this time, what a beautiful painting is displayed in front of us: several trees stand in a row by the roadside. They are all white, as if they were carved - no, they are even more exquisite than the carvings. , which famous artist can carve such a beautiful tree? It is surrounded by white, and there seems to be no color mixed in it. Although the color is single, it is very beautiful, very romantic, very warm, and very happy. If the snow stops, it will definitely make people reluctant to leave.
Hey, look, the little snowflakes are naughty again and got into my sleeves. It's so cold! Suddenly, I was inspired and started drawing on the ground. What was it? It’s the house, trees, cars, and children in the snow!
I went home, and before going to bed at night, I was still thinking about the little snowflakes. Have they fallen asleep too? Excellent Composition in the Snow 7
There is more than one person who laughs at it.
The winter jasmine, the rose, and the peony all laughed at it: Oh, you always said you would bloom, but you bloomed for us to see. Look at you, you have produced that one. The flower bud, I don’t know if it is a dead bud!
It endures.
It told itself: It’s okay, I will bloom, I will bloom the most beautiful flowers.
Winter is coming, snowflakes and cold rain are hitting its round leaves. Winter jasmine, roses, and peonies have all returned to their mud nests, but it refuses. It wants to make those flowers that laugh at it regret. . Sister Feng advised it to go back, as it would be uncomfortable to be blown by the wind. Brother Xue also advised it to go back, as it would be uncomfortable to catch a cold due to the snow. The winter elf advised it: Why are you doing this? I have never seen flowers blooming in winter on the mountainside. Look, the roses are discussing their move! It's on a remote mountain, the flowers are not large, the branches are not strong, and no one appreciates it, so why should you suffer yourself?
It was shaken and slowly fell into deep thought.
After a long time, it spoke: They are them, I am me, and I firmly believe that I will definitely open up! I am a flower, and if I am a flower, I will bloom! After hearing this, the winter elf sighed: Winter is not something you can bear, you are too stubborn. But it was extremely determined and put its roots on the edge of the cliff to absorb the gifts of the earth. The wind is blowing, the snow is falling, the wind is about to blow it away, and the snow is about to freeze it.
It thinks of giving up and surrendering, but it wants to bloom and prove itself even more.
Finally, the bud showed a slight crack. A few days later, it bloomed the first flower in its life gracefully, and everyone who saw it was amazed. The open lotus leaves are like five plates, the stamens are grass green, and the corners are slightly pink, as white as snow and pink as clouds, and the fragrance is intoxicating.
It succeeded.
Under the caress of the wind, it swayed shyly, as beautiful as a young girl in bloom. Snow lotus, this strong snow lotus, is otherworldly and elegant. It never feels lonely because it is not accompanied by bees and butterflies. Instead, it tells itself that I am a flower. It is precisely because of this that there is the beauty of winter, the figure swaying gently in the wind. Excellent Composition in the Snow 8
In the early morning, I saw the snow through the window like a group of naughty children, rushing towards the warm land without restraint; it also seemed like snow-white fairies, slowly descending into the world, so crystal clear So dazzling.
I didn’t want to go to school on this snowy day, so I chose to stay in bed. My mother had already finished her work, lifted up my quilt, and said to me sternly: "Why don't you get up? Get up and go to school immediately!"
I was frightened by my mother's "Hedong Lion's Roar" With a big jump, he immediately jumped out of bed like a rabbit, finished washing up, and then ran out of the house with his schoolbag on his back. The heavy snow in the sky gave me the idea of ??skipping school again, but as soon as I turned around, I saw my mother standing at the door watching me off. Looking at my mother's stern eyes, I had to brave the cold wind and walk to school. The road to school was very long. I had to climb a ditch and climb two hills to reach the school. The biting cold wind blew into my collar, and snowflakes covered my hair. I held my hands together, feeling very aggrieved. When I reached the big ditch, I couldn't stand my feet firmly, and I slid all the way down the slope to the bottom of the ditch. Fear and grievance came to my heart at the same time, and I couldn't help crying. After a while, I wiped away my tears, found a piece of wood to use as a crutch, and climbed up using my hands and feet. I finally climbed up, but when I looked at my watch, I saw that the first period was over. If I went to school at this time, I would inevitably be criticized by the teacher. I started to walk back hesitantly, but at this moment, I saw my mother climbing up from the ditch. She walked up to me panting and said, "You haven't had breakfast yet, please get two steamed buns."
"Holding the steamed bun in my hand, I thought to myself, what reason is there for not going to school? I cried, and my tears fell on the snow drop by drop. I took the steamed bun and walked towards the school, and my mother's figure gradually disappeared from me. disappeared from my sight, but I still couldn't stop my tears.
When I got to school, I rushed into the classroom with snowflakes all over me. The class teacher was giving a lecture. I thought she would scold me for being late. I didn't expect that she would say softly: "Come in and sit down, sit next to the stove first and warm yourself up. "Hearing this sentence, my heart felt very warm.
That day, although the wind and snow were so ruthless and the road was so embarrassing, my mother and teacher brought me the joy of that snowy day. Warmth is something I will never forget. Excellent Composition in the Snow 9
Quietly, she came without heavy makeup, and she just came to me with her pure and pure appearance. Not even a trace was heard.
She was swirling and falling, not as thin as a spring rain, nor as a storm in the summer. Snow was snow after all, and she was born with a noble and easy-going spirit. Breath. She is very quiet, and she likes this kind of quietness. The small hexagonal snowflakes fall slowly, with a sound of blessing, falling into my hand, feeling cool and satisfied. Melting, I clearly heard a soft and sweet song floating gently from her heart. It was very weak, but very beautiful. She sang the originally ruthless life with her life, and she was happy. .
Somehow, my heartstrings seemed to be touched by this melody, and my whole body was filled with an inexplicable feeling. I couldn’t help but think of my own life and lament the ruthlessness of life. It's unfair to me. I sigh about why the days of success are always so short. Yes, I am humble, just like the snowflakes in the sky. Yes, the beautiful life is too little, just like the snowflakes falling on the palm. A moment of warmth. However, Naxue was never depressed about her humbleness, nor was she sad about the shortness of the warmth. And what else did I do besides sighing? My heart trembled, and I felt more admiration for Xue.
The snow in my palm had turned into a clear, transparent drop of water, which clearly reflected a beautiful smile, that was Xue's smile. It was her gratitude to fate at the last moment of her life. "Ta" she fell to the ground, and another beautiful melody sang. At that moment, I heard Xue's optimism and her expectations for life. I heard the tenacious soul in her weak body, and the hope she quietly gave me in this winter. I understood a lot about her.
Gently. Gone. Although her life was short, it revealed a touching beauty. She was small and humble, but she spread her fragrance all over the earth.
Snow! Outstanding Essay 10
I woke up early in the morning and went out. It was snowing in front of me. This was the first snow since the beginning of winter! Happy mood and comfortable breathing. There is a pure color in front of me, which makes me want to get close to it. But I am afraid of destroying this beautiful scenery, so I cautiously walk to the gate of the school. The first thing that catches the eye is the tall and low trees, all covered with white umbrellas, quietly showing their noble and elegant demeanor, enjoying the fun of giving others appreciation. This seems inappropriate to say that the snow on the trees. Song, as if covering the trees with white gauze, makes them graceful and enchanting, like a bride in the church. I suddenly felt that they were very kind and warm. The road and steps seemed to be covered with a layer of white carpet, which was fluffy and really beautiful. There was no wind and no feeling of cold. Isn’t this kind of beauty only found in paintings? Am I the person in the painting at this moment?
I just stayed silent in the snow for a long time, quietly watching the scenery that only belonged to me at this time, and silently thinking about what only I could express.
How long can such a beautiful scene last? I really want to use some magic to keep this beautiful scene forever, but it's a pity that I can't! I can only use my eyes and feelings to imprint them deeply in my memory.
My worries finally became a reality. Children going to school, parents sending their children off, and people rushing to work all ruthlessly destroyed the beautiful scenery in front of me in their busyness. I am extremely heartbroken, but there is nothing I can do but respond with regret and helplessness. I don’t blame these busy people, I only blame myself for my inability to retain this holy spirit and this pure beauty.
At this moment, I feel depressed and my thoughts are quite depressed. I thought about human growth and how complicated life has become for us, just like the scattered footprints on the snow in front of me. Where is there any good impression? Isn't it a pity that we have been confused by "unintentional struggle for spring"?
The beauty of snow can be reproduced, but can the beauty of life be reproduced? Excellent Composition 11 in the Snow
"Rice soaked in fish sauce" is very ordinary, but it makes people have endless aftertaste.
The method of "soaking rice in fish sauce" tests your cooking skills. If your cooking skills are terrible, then people won’t recognize what you cook. First, pour uncooked rice into the rice cooker, pour some water, turn on the power, and start cooking the rice. Then, it’s time to cook the fish. There are many ways to prepare fish, such as: braised fish, steamed fish, fish soup, etc. I prefer to eat steamed fish because the soup tastes good. The method of steaming fish is: first, scrape off the scales of the fish with a knife, take out the dirty things in the gills, and then cut the meat into pieces. The appearance of the meat is particularly beautiful. The meat is white, like snow, and has a very pure and pure charm. Then, turn on the gas stove and pour some water into the pot. Then, pour the cut meat pieces in, add some salt, vinegar and other ingredients, stir these ingredients with a large spoon, let them dissolve in the water, and add some coriander. After a few minutes, the rich aroma spread from the pot, making people salivate. At this time, the fragrant rice was ready. Turn off the power and open the pot. "Wow--" The rice grains turned into small crystal pearls, which was so cute. Take out the rice and put the steamed fish on the table. Immediately, the aroma fills the room. The snow-white fish pieces are soaked in the snow-white soup. It’s so beautiful!
You pour the steamed fish soup into the rice, and the white rice and the white fish soup blend together. It is really a delicacy!
You can't help but take a sip of the soup, ah - it's refreshing and delicious. You feel like you're in a state of ecstasy, and you feel like you're in the mist. It takes you into a dream, it feels like a dream, dancing in the clouds and mist, it’s so delicious!
The rice is better than white pearls, and the steam is like clouds. After eating "rice soaked in fish sauce", it seems to be dancing in the snow, so I gave it a dreamy name - "Flying in the Snow" .
By the way, there is a saying: "If you have a lot of money, you won't eat rice soaked in fish sauce." This shows how delicious "Flying in the Snow" is, you must try it! Excellent composition in snow 12
The first snow of 20xx, a delightful snow, a hearty snow, a late snow...
Today, Teacher Xiong Unexpectedly, we were allowed to play in the snow, because it turned out that Teacher Xiong never allowed us to play in the snow, and allowed us to play as much as we wanted, go wild and crazy, and roar loudly.
Our classmates came to the playground with great strides, and their wild hearts immediately spread.
A. A classmate was kicking a tree in the garden, kicking down a group of snowflakes that had just woken up. They fell like a gentle drizzle. A cold wind blew, and snowflakes and snow seeds fell on my face. I didn’t feel the cold wind at all. It was bone-piercing, and the pain on my face was caused by the snow seeds attacking me, because I was already immersed in this wonderful, vivid, and lifelike snow scene that was like a picture!
B． After class, all the students rushed to the white ocean on campus - the garden. Just like the farmer uncle rushing to the golden ocean to feel the joy of harvest.
The students also rushed into the white ocean to pick snowflakes from trees, leaves and branches to have a snowball fight! The garden suddenly started to boil with laughter and laughter. The students were not affected by the bad weather at all, which affected their play mood. Some students hit others with snow, but that person did not feel the cold and pain of being hit by the snow, because he got carried away with playing and completely drowned the cold and pain of being hit by the snow; some...
C. The evergreen pines and cypresses in the garden were decorated into beautiful Christmas trees by pure white snow, wonderful snow, and sacred snow. The "Snow White Girl" put a white cotton-padded jacket on the little girl in the center of the garden. The little girl was surrounded by a Christmas tree as if she were having a late Christmas. The white cotton-padded jacket was given to the little girl as a Christmas gift. They all hope that little girls will work hard, study hard, and make progress every day, just like the teachers hope that we will become pillars of society and contribute to society. This belated snow not only added a lot of color to the students' after-school life, but also allowed the students to play happily, happily, wildly, crazy, and screamed throughout the class. Garden playground, and even the entire campus! Although the snow came late, it was still very timely, allowing us to meet our long-lost smiling faces again! I should really thank you for this late snow... Excellent Composition in the Snow 13
On Saturday, the goose-feather heavy snow fell from the sky like cute elves, rising and falling in the sky, and the whole world was white. The vast expanse is spectacular.
On Sunday, the heavy snow seemed to have lost its majesty, leaving only some scattered light snow flying aimlessly in the sky. How could I miss this good opportunity to have a "snowball fight"? So, my parents and I immediately got fully armed and came to East Taihu Park.
Wow! I saw that the park turned into a silver-white world, and I could have fun playing! We came to the snow-covered grassland, and I immediately started to build a defensive fortification - a snow wall. It could help me defend against attacks from the front, left and right sides, thereby gaining opportunities for combat.
We formulated the rules of the "snowball fight" game: I fight against my parents and my parents, each of whom gets shot five times and ends in 30 minutes. Whichever side gets hit more times will lose.
The game begins! I immediately prepared a dozen snowballs by the snow wall, preparing to face the enemy head-on. Just when I stretched out my head to observe the "enemy situation", suddenly dozens of "grenades" rushed towards me. I quickly got behind the wall and did not dare to come out...
At this moment, An idea flashed through my mind - "Tune the tiger away from the mountain". After a while, when my father saw that I didn't come out, he slowly walked over to me, ready to "catch them all". ha! Let’s see where you run this time! When he was almost in front of the snow wall, dozens of snowballs flew towards him. Dad immediately turned into a "white-haired old man" and had to go to rest. "I defeated Dad!" Suddenly, a snowball passed my face, and I ran away behind the wall as fast as I could. Maybe my mother thought that I didn't dare to come out, so she walked towards me cautiously. At this time, I also made the snowball as quickly as possible, ready for a "close battle" with my mother.
Mom started to attack. She threw dense snowballs at me, but my wall of snow helped me block them. I started to counterattack and threw it at my mother with all my strength. She was unable to fight back but could only parry. Finally, I defeated my mother again and achieved the final victory.
This "snowball fight" game made me understand a truth: in war, as long as you use your strategy flexibly, you can achieve the final victory! Excellent Composition in the Snow 14
In the cold winter, the weather is surprisingly cold, and the biting cold wind is blowing. The wind came in ruthlessly through the cracks in the door and windows, making me shiver with the cold.
On a snowy day, I turned on the faucet, eh? Why is there no water? Mom thinks the pipe is frozen and the water can't flow out. In order to let me wash up, my mother went to ask the neighbor for water. But from the first floor to the top, no one was willing to give us water, so my mother had to return home dejectedly.
This made an old lady on the opposite floor couldn't stand it anymore. She went to our house cautiously and knocked on the door gently. My mother opened the door and saw the old lady carrying a bucket. She thought she was here to ask for water, but she didn't pay attention or say anything. , mother closed the door. The old lady shouted outside: "I'm not here to ask for water. I brought you a bucket of water."
When my mother heard that there was water, she hurriedly opened the door and received the water. After thanking her quickly, the old lady went back with the empty bucket. After a while, the old woman carried another bucket of water. She slipped every step she took. The old woman used the bucket as a support and did not fall down. I walked slowly to the door. I was helping my mother carry water at home. I heard gentle kicks on the door. I opened the door and saw silver light flashing in front of my eyes. The old lady was wearing a white scarf on her head and a A simple sweater, a pair of trousers with patches on them, and a pair of old cloth shoes. I lifted the water, but it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds and I couldn't even lift it.
Oh my God! It's amazing that the old lady can lift such a heavy bucket! The old lady picked up the bucket and carried it to the bathroom. My mother came over and said sheepishly, "I'm so sorry. Not only did I use your water, but I also asked you to bring it to me personally." The old lady smiled and said, "It's okay. , Neighbors should take care of each other.
After saying this, the old lady got up and walked out, holding on to the stairs and walking tremblingly. Although many years have passed since this ordinary incident. It has always stayed in my heart, always reminding me to help others.