In study, work, life, we all often see the figure of the essay, right, the essay requires chapter structure is complete, must avoid the appearance of the no-ending essay. Still at a loss for essays? The following is my collection and organization of the composition of the snow, welcome to read and collect.
Snow Essay 1It's snowing.
Looking at the snow flying in the sky, the heart fluttered and memories tumbled.
That day was also so much snow. I vaguely remember the world is white, no other color, only white, sadness attacked everyone. I like the snow, like its purity, like in the snowy white world to indulge themselves, let the flawless "can be" to wash their own naughty heart. Although the color of the world is so monotonous at this time, but I am full of joy. But I don't understand, I can't understand, why God took away my warmth at this moment, took away that kind and kind old man. That day, looking at the cold gray snow drifts and falls, and then there is no previous days of joy, replaced by endless cold and infinite uncertainty. Dressed in white, stepping on the white snow, to chase the snow soul sublimation place. The snow fell on the white clothes, instantly eliminated her color, scattered her biting cold, leaving only a trace of melancholy and pain in the heart of the ice rut ......
The snow has been falling, that familiar weak back has become a memory. I don't know when, she came into my life, gave me infinite tenderness and warmth. Maybe it was when he taught me to write down my name by hand; maybe it was when she wove and sewed love cushions for me; maybe it was her unfailing care for me that made me cling to her goodness from then on. Anyway, all of it made me fall in love with this hardworking and kind old man. While I was indulging in this care, I did not know her in the least. I don't know what kind of life situation he has, I don't know what kind of harsh treatment he has experienced from fate. All I knew was that she was an optimistic and upbeat old lady. It was not until the end that I really understood her. I don't know what language to use to describe a person's life, and I don't know what language to use with what kind of mood to describe his fate. Suddenly, I feel so sad, fate is so unfair. People say that God is fair, perhaps this twisted fate has been finalized, but God may give you a reason for happiness, a reason to support you, then you find that reason?
The wind blew away the snowflakes and blew our hair white. The thoughts are like a tide, today if you are well? Now see the sky flying snow, and then appreciate the snow flying, and then not like the former state of mind, thoughts of how to press? Today is another snowy day, where can I find the traces of the deceased? The snow is like a kind of miserable situation. I don't know what to do, but I'm not sure if I'm going to do it. People say that the good people will become the brightest star in the sky after they get rid of their bodies. Nowadays, I no longer have the heart to appreciate the snow scene, just because she is with the heart-stimulating ice cold. I began to look up at the starry sky, to find the brightest star.
From time to time, I look up at the sky and just want to ask: Grandma, is everything okay?
Snow Essay 2Snowflakes, falling and fluttering, took over the whole sky.
"Snow abet! It's snowing abet!" Children jumping in the snow, the ground has been covered with a layer of white as jade snowflakes, then they stepped on a few dirty footprints, became "unbearable".
I can not help but sigh for it, watching these pure and lively snowflakes one by one to the ground, and one by one to be put dirty, my heart for the trembling, and then a burst of sadness attacked my head. I think of Lin Daiyu "funeral words" in the sentence "quality of this clean to also clean to go", Lin Daiyu to maintain the purity of the flower and collect the burial, the flower is considered "clean to go", and I am now faced with this sky full of flying snowflakes and how can it?
I stand in the snow, do not dare to move their feet. I can't help it, this naughty little elf stained my whole body, I stretched out my hands to catch a few pieces of snowflakes are falling, not wait to see, its "petals" has been turned into a bright water droplets - but only with my two hands and how much I can catch it? I think of this pure as jade snowflakes will fall to the earth and the soil mercilessly stand dirt, can not "clean to clean to go", can not help but silently shed tears. The first day of the year, I was able to see a lot of people who were not aware of what was going on in their lives, and I was able to see a lot of people who were not aware of what was going on.)
The next morning, I got up early in the morning, I was eager to know how it would be after a night of snow. When I stood on the balcony and pushed open the window, the snowy scene of the people's field of vision actually made me dumbfounded: it is really beautiful, the earth is a silver white, like a white carpet. In the park in the distance, the originally bare tree branches are covered with snowflakes, reminding me of the famous poem "Suddenly like a spring breeze comes, thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossoms". From afar, it really gives off a bit of spring flavor. A few sparrows in the branches of the tree, "Qingqing Chattering" jumping to and fro, so that the snowflakes scattered on the ground, it will not be mistaken for the arrival of spring.
My eyes turned to the distant fields originally full of green wheat seedlings, and remembered the famous agricultural proverb "winter wheat cover three layers of quilt, the next year sleep on the pillow of the steamed bread", I thought of the next year's harvest and the farmers uncle that comfortable smile, while the famous song in my ears again sounded: "You use the alabaster body, decorate the world of silver glitter; you are a sister of the spring rain, moisturizing the winter wheat seedlings, spring flowers and leaves ......" forkfish hail tend to Lie a Sheng while. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Your body is so white as jade, but you do not care about their own pure body, unhesitatingly flung into the embrace of Mother Earth, in order to give the farmers uncle to send the hope of a good harvest. This kind of selfless and fearless dedication does not show that you have a more pure and beautiful heart? In you, beauty of appearance and beauty of heart are highly unified. You are not the embodiment of "beauty"?
I will praise you loudly and I will salute you with the highest respect.
It's snowing again. What a big snow!
The ground, the car, the trees are wrapped in thick silver, bulging, as far as the eye can see, white. I eagerly ran downstairs and rushed into the white sea.
Excited, I grabbed a handful of snow, skillfully kneaded, fluffy white snow in my hands squeaked, quickly turned into a small ball, looking at the hands of the snowball, I froze, can not help but think of a number of years ago, that snowy weekend, and the warmth of that curve of the smile.
Still remember that snowy day, I was attracted by a few joyful screams, lying on the window, through a thin layer of ice, I saw a group of children in the snow to rejoice. They were having a snowball fight and building a snowman! A hint of envy and longing appeared on my face. Dad saw it and encouraged me to go and play with them.
I thoughtfully went out of the door, goose feather snow along the cold wind drilled into the neck collar, I hit a cold war, I looked at the yard from afar happy them, slowly leaning closer to ......
Just transferred to the school moving to live in this neighborhood, I have almost no familiar friends. I wanted to join them and go crazy with them. However, I stood near them, but none of them found me, and I didn't even have the courage to take the initiative to say hello to them. I just quietly stood aside, silently observing their every move, watching them roll the snowball bigger and bigger into the snowman's big belly; watching the snowman with two more little hands, a pair of eyes, and a big nose made of carrots; watching the snowman reveal that shallow smile ......
I was so focused, so eager, that I didn't respond when he called me. It was only when his voice came back to me in my ear that I snapped back to my senses. "Aren't you going to play? Join us!" Instantly, a warm current hit the softest corner of my heart. I turned my head at the sound and saw him. The wide blue down jacket made him look even thinner, the frozen red nose was revealed under the thick woolen hat, and the most special thing was the light smile that overflowed with enthusiasm. "Huh? Oh!" I hurriedly agreed, he pulled me up, and ran quickly to the noisy partner ......
Since then, he became my best friend, his cheerful character affects me, so that I become more and more lively, more and more confident.
Suddenly, a naughty snowflake fell into my neck collar, cold, but I do not feel cold. Looking at the hazy snow, I feel full of warmth and interest.
I suddenly realized that the colder it is, the more valuable the warmth is. In fact, as long as the heart is warm, you will feel that every snowflake, are full of warmth and hope in the heart of the flying.
Snow essay 4Crystalline snowflakes, fluttering down, the air, dense with the fresh taste of snow ......
The taste of snow, is pleasant.
When I was a child, I did not meet several sensational snow, just a person guarded the door, quietly gazing at the goose feather snowflakes, a piece of a piece, it is difficult to resist the call of ice and snow, out of the door. In the silver world, or gently with fingertips quietly across the snow-covered car door, and is sure to step on a small foot in the snow, or joyfully from the ground to pick up a ball of snow smashed everyone, are fun. In the rare snowy days, I always wander in the world of carving, body covered with sheep snow, just feel, conscious of the freshness in the body to spread, happy, filled with every cell.
When I was a child, the flavor of snow, is childish innocence and joy. Fine taste, sweet. True, refreshing.
Ten years later, when the long-lost snow once again outside the window. How much, I just don't care. Chilly midday, I huddled at my desk, trembling and swinging the pen, the other is still rubbing for warmth. I did not expect, the classroom radio rang, the news of tomorrow's suspension was spread, the building boiled, I let go of the pen in my hand, staring blankly at the snow falling in the distance, the air, there is a déjà vu flavor, sweet, very happy.
The flavor of snow, that moment of release and joy. Savor the flavor, slightly sweet, vain, and unthinking.
Is this, or is it the wonderful joy of childhood?
No, it is not.
No, it's not. That's gone from me forever. The flavor of this snow, just the heavy schoolwork momentarily remember the `release of joy. The real joy of childhood, the smell of snow, has become a beautiful memory, gone up in smoke. I can not return to once that wonderful and childish era, I can not taste again, that true, unrestrained flavor.
Snow, year after year, more or less, or less, think, I have reached the crossroads of life, the flavor of snow, year after year, more and more faint, more and more bitter. I can not turn the corner back to the flavor, I can not just seek the flavor of joy, life is a long road, the front, perhaps the wind and snow. Perhaps, I can only face alone, a person to fight, I know, there the taste of snow, sweet and sour, all kinds of, but I understand more:
We are all growing up, we have to learn to savor the new flavors of life that are constantly enriched, not to indulge, not to be disgusted, not to be afraid.
Snow essay 5
Without realizing it, snowflakes have drifted outside the window, late snow dense, and then in the gray sky fell sharply to the ground, airborne across countless arcs, rotating with the wind, fluttering, as if falling from the sky of the willows, a time to fill the sky.
Snow quietly floating, sitting in the classroom, as if I came to a quiet realm, came to a crystal clear fairy tale world. Looking at the snow, I thought to myself: this is how beautiful snow ah! Everything is filtered, everything is sublimated, even my heart is purified, become pure and perfect, and by this small but crystalline snow?
That fragrance of the pine, that icy scent of the snow, is enough to give a cool and soothing touch.
Looking at the snow outside the window, deep cut, sometimes big, sometimes small, sometimes hidden, which is not exactly our inextricable emotions? But also like the sea is generally raging, mercilessly in my face, I thought: snow ah, you are enough to drown everything it! But when you are calm, that good-looking, enough to give a person a kind of warmth, a kind of compassion, so that people have to be moved by the heart ......
The campus is filled with countless flowers like butterflies like hexagonal sprites, they noiselessly moistened everything, with a delicate magic wand will be the campus dressed up, naughty sprites uninhibited, joyful and Lightly in the air to perform an excellent dance, perhaps in the sky for a long time, they seem to put the whole body of the energy are released, rendering everything ......
Listen, "Ding Ding Ding Ding", occasionally there are a few pieces of snowflakes fell on the fence, a moment but fell on the ground, as if the high jumper, from time to time issued some crisp knocking sound, seems to be in the empty playground held a lively concert, however, that pure snowflakes ultimately melted into water, clinging to the fence, the wind whistling blowing, they faltered, posed a refusal to give up the appearance of good and evil. The melted snow water, vaguely reflected a whole new world.
Until this moment, the snow is still falling, everything seems to have become transparent, everything is like just washed, the kind of rhythm that makes people long for the next snow day.
I love the snow, I love winter, winter is the heart of the year. Although it is very cold, then but it has an incomparable warmth and expectation.
Snow Essay 6I love snow, white snow. I like the feeling of snowflakes falling on the palm of your hand and melting all of a sudden, the beauty of that moment can always be remembered for a long time. Snowflakes dance in the air, although the end to fall on the ground, but its "life" is short and beautiful.
Chongqing is a relatively hot city in the south, and it is not particularly cold in winter, and there is even a slight warmth. For people in the north, this may be a special luxury, and for people in the south who do not often snow, I particularly miss the snow.
Until this year, Chongqing has been 10 years without snow, but I always remember the snow ten years ago, an unforgettable snow.
Ten years ago, the first day of snow, I was very happy, because the next day I was going to have a birthday.
That night, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep, and all I could think about was where to play tomorrow. So until the middle of the night, I still can't sleep, and this time I suddenly feel particularly cold, thinking: how can it be so cold tonight, Chongqing should not be hot? I subconsciously wrapped up the blanket tightly, in the unconscious, fell asleep in a daze.
The next morning, I woke up, I stretched, habitually open the curtains, and the white scene in front of me let me instantly frozen: this is snow?
It was the first time since I was born that it snowed, and when I was a kid, I often heard my mom say that the snow was very beautiful, so I was looking forward to seeing it with my own eyes, but I've always only seen snow on TV.
As far as I could see, the eaves of every house were white, like a white blanket. I remembered the snowball fight episode on TV, and was instantly moved.
After wearing hot, I invited my mom and dad, called a few good friends, we came to the white courtyard, leaving large and small footprints in the snow. The trees are no longer green, turned silver-white but a different flavor, flowers are also wrapped tightly in snow, drops of water and snow beads are quiet beautiful.
Snow drifted in the air, fell on our heads, not long after everyone's hair is white, so the laughter along with the snowflakes formed a beautiful landscape.
Mom and Dad played a little while back, only a few of our buddies have always been interested in, still playing snowball fights, you chase me to catch up with friends throwing snowballs, play very happy, very excited. When the snow was thick, we built a snowman. Exhausted, only to go back to their own homes.
The next day, the snow gradually melted, and my memory of the snow has been retained in that white blanket.
Snow, gave me a special birthday gift. Now when I think back to the snow ten years ago, I still can't forget it.
The snow essay 7
Once upon a time, there was a shadow in the heart; so this kind of feelings in this era more and more day by day. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services of the company,louboutin pas cher, and then you have to pay for the services of the company. The philosopher said: "Since what you are going to tell me is neither true, nor good, nor important, then please don't say anything.
At first it was small snow grains, which fell on the ground and made a rustling sound, like the sound of millions of spring silkworms eating mulberry leaves. Not long after the small snow particles into a small snowflake, and soon turned into a large snow flakes, first sparse, and then it is a cluster, a group, goose feather like fluttering down. The wind sandwiched between the snowflakes fluttering in the sky, like millions of butterflies walking in the air, but also like dandelions with fluffy seeds as gently floating down, like willow flakes like a spinning dance, like goose feathers like the wind, like smoke as light, like silver as white, like jade as wet ......
The heavy snow paved the way down, the silver powder and jade dust in general, the sky, the earth, the earth, the sky, the earth, the earth, the earth, the earth, the earth, the earth, the earth, the earth, the earth, the earth, the earth, the earth, the earth, the earth, the earth. The sky and the earth are white. Flurry of snowflakes covered the Shijiazhuang block of high-rise buildings, dyed white streets. Buildings, roads, tree branches are covered with a thick silver-white winter clothes, the earth like a layer of white carpet, step on the soft, all around everything has become a world of powdered jade.
I stood in the snow to appreciate the sky flying snowflakes, like smoke, like fog. I especially want to see what snow is really like? I used my hand to catch a few snowflakes, look carefully, snow: exquisite, white as jade, some are 6-pronged crystal body, some are irregular flakes, some are round granular transparent body ......
I came to the water park, the whole park is covered in silver, the lake's big willow trees are full of furry, bright crystal The silver bars, and those pine cypress trees are full of fluffy, heavy snowballs, a cluster of spring flowers covered with thick snow, some like birds, some like elephant trunks, lifelike, different forms, the weather, a good northern scenery!
We have never seen such a big snow, in the thick snow on my children and I piled up snowman, snowball fight. Snow, brings us happiness.
Snow Essay 8There are four seasons in a year, and each season has a different view, and I love the magnificent view when it snows in winter. In winter, the snow flies, people seem to come to an elegant and quiet realm, to a crystal clear fairy tale world. Pine so fragrant, white so icy fragrance, giving people a kind of cool soothing. Everything is filtered, everything is sublimated, even my mind is purified, become pure and perfect.
In winter, there are a lot of beautiful little angels, that is, in the sky fluttering small snowflakes. They seem like jade leaves, silver flowers, like a butterfly that is dancing, immersed in the world of snow, everything is how intoxicated people ah!
When these little angels landed on earth, the earth was clothed in white, and we were able to see white houses, white trees, and white land. It makes people feel how pure the whole world is. Small snowflakes fell into the hands of people, all of a sudden melted, although it stays in our hands for a very short time, but we can obviously feel a cold.
Look at these beautiful snow scene, do not go out to play once is also too lose it, so we decided to go out to play once, in the mountains to find a piece of flat land, immediately a wonderful snowball fight on the opening, ah! Not good, I was smashed a bit, then, a classmate next to me saw me being smashed, immediately threw a big snowball to the classmate, I was not willing to show weakness, and immediately threw a out, so we chased me, and kept hitting each other, and when we were tired of playing, found that the whole body wet, but not cold at all. At this point, we decided to build a snowman, well. We made two snowballs and put them on the ground. Oh, there was still one more thing to do - to make the five senses. Done! A vivid snowman appeared in front of our eyes.
After that, I went to a frozen river to skate. I came to this side of the river, I first picked up a stone stone on the surface of the river. The ice on the surface of the river did not move. Good, this ice is really thick, about dozens of centimeters thick. I immediately rushed down to skate. Played, I feel no fun, went to find a few small friends to play together. After we came, skating, skating, we also played a cat and mouse game on the ice. We played cat and mouse on the ice, and when we were playing, someone fell down. After that, I also fell. This is good, and then everyone has followed the fall. I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional everyone wrestled one after another!
I love the snow, I love the snow, I love winter more. The winter is the year round of the soul. Winter, although very cold, but it has an incomparable warmth and expectation.
Snow Essay 9With the snowflakes falling, following the cold air blowing, she - the winter girl, sitting on the snow-white clouds, quietly drifted to our Weifang Fifth Middle School's entrance.
The snowflake girl followed the winter girl also came to the gate, the snowflake girl with a magic wand point, suddenly the sky fluttered like willow flakes like crystal clear small snowflakes, slow and easy to fall from the air ......
At the school entrance, the winter girl sprinkled a layer of slippery crystal ice, so that teachers, students can't help but slide and have fun. Into the campus, the teaching building is frozen shivering, downpipe mouth is also frozen by the winter girl on the silver bars, bright crystal especially good-looking. Close to the school building of the path is also the winter girl sprinkled with a thin layer of ice, flower beds in the small flowers have long returned to the land mother's embrace of hibernation to go; and grass than the small flowers are much stronger, standing straight there, accept the winter girl's cold water bath, although the upper half of the grass bent, but the lower half of the body is still straight, as if the face to the cold to protest: "I'm not afraid of! I will not be afraid, I can hold on!" Looking at the little tree again, the leaves, the little tree's best friend, seem to have quarreled with the little tree and left it. The winter girl is chasing and fighting with the little tree left and right. Only the iron fence, despite the freezing and shivering, but for the sake of flowers and trees not to be spoiled, but still strong in standing guard for them. A few snow teachers and students, forgetting the traps set by the winter girl, took the broom and shovel and forgot to twist the disco ......
The winter girl in the freezing cold of the campus to dance, and we can only shrink in the thick cotton coat to enjoy her solo dance ... ...With the approach of spring, the winter girl gradually bid farewell to the stage, waiting for the arrival of the next winter. Although the winter girl is not as delicate as the spring girl, no summer girl's gorgeous, no autumn girl's fruitful, but her crystal flawless as the world has brought another kind of elegance, perhaps this is the reason why I like to have the winter girl dancing campus.
The winter campus is how enchanting and charming, how full of poetry!
Walking through the campus, only to see the whole campus has become a world of silver; standing school buildings dressed in a white suit; sapling branches into a bloated silver bars; tender green leaves and red petals covered with crystal frost. All this is really difficult to describe in words, so I enjoy my eyes and heart.
snow essay 10As usual, I ran fast, annoyed, kept looking at my watch occasionally look at the sky, gray, thinking: Damn, gym class can not be.
Went to school, sat down in a hurry, the class. When the teacher danced lecture, the students were distracted, I do not know which one shouted: snow! The classroom immediately boiled, my teacher is at a loss. Then allowed to watch the snow. The students rushed up, have climbed to the window, face to glass, eyeballs follow the snowflake moment. My mood was instantly soothing.
Snow, snow, you come down. More snow. I thought God is always alone to enjoy the snow, refused to enjoy the snow on earth, I did not expect that today is a big spread on earth, heh, white snowflakes dancing, in the air from time to time back and forth, like a mischievous elf in the head bobbing. Hexagonal snowflakes drifted to the head of the students, girls beautiful, boys handsome, nose cheering, really happy. White headdresses continue to increase, the elegant fragrance comes with it, with a small hand to grasp the hair, the snow poured down, a soothing coolness floated to the heart. Hearing the very small sound of silk, it's really a lot of fun! The students lit play lights in their hearts.
They opened their mouths wide, like me, greedily sucking on the milk of winter, cool through the fragrance, fragrance seeping sweet, moisturizing the whole body.
I don't know when, the snow is also gradually much smaller, vaguely countable, vaguely difficult to find, as if the heavenly immortals, carelessly scattered a few fine petals; slowly and intensively, it should be that the gods and his lovers in the garden play, touch down a few trees pear, and finally the wild snow drift, clearly the couple, on a whim jumped up the waltz, rolled up the sky of the agarwood jade chip.
Trees from the root to a little, hung with snow, like the opening of a plum blossom like, changing in the moonlight, if the flickering. Winter is simple, snow is common, they are both easygoing and bring joy. It does not care what kind of role is given, it does not have any extravagance, just want to be in their own short life, interpretation of the most vivid and unique plot.
At this moment, I think of Yanshan snowflakes as big as a mat, pieces of blowing down the Xuan Yuan Terrace residual snow dark with the water shoots drop, the new spring steals to the top of the willows to return to the city at night, a foot of snow, the dawn driving charcoal car crushed ice rut.
Snow, it is the messenger of winter, God sent it to the earth, tell people that winter is coming, bring people fun, interpretation of the winter drama. Perhaps those ancient poets like me, also like to enjoy the snow.
snow essay 11Although there will be snow in the winter in the south, it is not as big as in the north, and my city is also in the south, but rarely snow, my impression, the last time it snowed seven years ago, seven years after each year have not seen the snow again.
"Can snow be mailed?" That is a very silly and stupid words, but very warm, is a friend of mine in the north and I said, now it is January, still have not seen the snow, not to mention the snow, not even rain, the last few days can see the shadow of the sun, but I still miss the snow.
Although there was no snow, but after a few days, the weather is still very cold, there is a new milk tea store on the street, I think I want to go buy a cup. Ordered a cup of warm milk tea, holding in the hand is warm, the heart is not very warm, after all, just opened, the store is a little noisy.
People have been so many to the point of the table, opposite sat over a handsome boy.
I, however, have long since passed the age of self-righteousness, looking at his face did not feel shy. He looked up at me, I kept staring at him, he seemed a little embarrassed : "What's wrong?" I shook my head and pulled my gaze back, looking out the glass door at the road, the cars coming and going, and then a cup of milk tea bottomed out.
I drank a little too much and planned to sit down for a bit to rest before leaving, and then my mother called me and told me to fix my own dinner. This milk tea store seems to have some snacks inside, lazy to move or come here to solve it. I ordered two octopus dumplings, an autumn swordfish and a bowl of car noodles.
The boy across the street has been playing with his cell phone, really boring, "Hey ......" I called him, he turned off his phone, looked at me and said: "What for?" I took out my cell phone: "Add a QQ. "He: "Not to ...... "I glared at him, and then he also glared at me, "Hmph, don't think that you look good and you can refuse me." I said.
He just does not give, I can not do anything, do not give me still hit him ah, he seems to be eating out at night, I simply invited him and I settled here.
Chatting and chatting happily, and then sharing food together, the door is still the vehicles to and fro, hurrying also do not know where to go. After eating dinner, I'm a little propped up want to go for a walk, he and I go together, from with the nearest is a park, a lot of moncler jackets outlet in the evening in the square dance, outside the wind is very big, blowing me can not stand, he unloaded his scarf to me to tie it on, said, tomorrow also I.
The next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, the next day.
The next day did not wait for him, this winter without snow has passed, I still sigh, sigh a stranger to send the warmth of it.