Winter Fields Winter is cold, and winter fields are not only cold or desolate.
There are two big camphor trees at the edge of the field, and its leaves are turning yellow, not so green as in summer. After walking a few dozen meters, I saw a small river, there is an arched stone bridge over the river, there is no abutment underneath, there is only an arched bridge hole . There are stone seats on both sides of the bridge, and a few old people are sitting on the seats to sunbathe.
The river was black, with foam lunch boxes, plastic bottles, bags and other dirty things floating on the water, unlike when we came in the summer. Because in the summer when we came, the river is bright and clear, in the sunshine, the river surface glittering with various colors, beautiful, like a fairy to the happiness of the petals scattered on the river, but now the river surface? There are dirty things floating everywhere and it stinks to death.
People destroy the beautiful environment, I really want to say out loud to the people: please protect the beautiful environment, if we live in a bad environment will die, if the river, lakes and so on polluted, a large number of creatures will die. There were some willows and sycamore trees by the river, but they were all withered, as if they were dead, and there was only a small bird resting on one tree.
Then we went to the fields. There were cauliflower, cabbage, sugar cane and so on growing in the field.
The cauliflower is yellow and round, like a yellow-faced monster; the cabbage is white and tender, white below, green above, like a little girl in a green dress. We walked a few dozen meters away again and saw peas.
The peas reminded me of the story of the Princess Pea. The story is about a prince who wanted to find a real princess as his wife, but he looked for dozens of princesses, and could not figure out whether they were real princesses or fake princesses, so he had to go back to his own country.
On a stormy evening, a man came knocking at his door, and the prince went and opened it, and saw a girl who kept saying out of her mouth, "I'm the real princess, I'm the real princess." When she went to bed at night, the old queen put a pea in her bed, and then twelve layers of duck down blankets and twelve mattresses for her to sleep on.
When she got up in the morning, they asked her, "Good morning, Princess, did you sleep well last night? She said, "There seems to be something underneath my body that is so hard that I was up all night. "The people understood that she was the real princess, for only a real princess has such tender skin.
In the end, the Princess Pea married the prince and lived a fast life. The sugar cane in the field was long, straight, and had leaves like needles, and a few of the farmer's uncles were chopping it with their knives, and most of it was cut down, and was about to be transported home ...... Suddenly there was a bird's call, and a white crane flew out of the grass at once, and I could not understand why the crane did not go back to the south.
2. winter scene description essay 750 words junior high schoolSpeaking of winter, suddenly thought of tofu. It is a "small pot" (aluminum pot) white boiled tofu, steaming hot. The water is rolling, like
Some fish eyes, a small piece of small pieces of tofu raised in it, tender and smooth, as if the reverse white fox coat. The pot was on the "foreign stove"
(kerosene gas stove), and the stove was smoked black and black, the more the white of the tofu.
It was night, and the house was old, and even though the lamps were lit, it was still dark. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on this. "The stove was so high that my father had to stand up, tilt his face slightly, look into his eyes, and reach into his chopsticks to pick up the tofu and put it on our soy sauce plates. We sometimes did it ourselves, but the stove was too high, and we always sat back and enjoyed it more. This
wasn't a meal, it was just fun. My father said it was cold at night, so we ate it to keep everyone warm.
We all love this kind of white-water tofu; as soon as we get to the
table, we look at the pot with bated breath, waiting for the heat, waiting for the tofu to fall from my father's chopsticks in the heat.
Another winter, I remember the night of November 16th in the lunar calendar, with S Jun P Jun in the West Lake in a small rowboat. S Jun just went to Hangzhou
teaching, wrote in advance that "we want to swim in the West Lake, no matter it is winter." That night, the moon was so beautiful that it still shines on me. The night before was a "moon day"; maybe there is something special about the moon in November. It was after nine o'clock, and we seemed to be the only rowers on the lake. There was a bit of wind, and the moonlight shone on the soft water; the reflections were like freshly calendared silver
subjects. The mountains on the lake are only a pale shadow. There are occasionally a couple of lights at the bottom of the mountain, and Mr. S said in two lines: "The lights of the stars
recognize the fishing village, and the light ink lightly describes the traces of the distant dai". We don't talk much, only the even sound of the oars. I gradually fell asleep.P Jun
"Hey" a bit, only to raise his eyelids, saw him smiling. The boatman asked if he wanted to go to the temple; it was Amitabha's birthday, and it was quite busy there.
The boatman asked if he wanted to go to the temple, and it was quite busy there. When I arrived at the temple, the lights and candles on the temple were brilliant, filled with the sound of the Buddha's wife chanting, as if I had woken up a dream.
More than ten years ago, S. still often through the letter, P. heard that the transformation of several times, the year before last is in a special tax bureau to collect special tax
, and then there is no news.
A winter in Taizhou, a family of four. Taizhou is a mountain town, in a big valley, so to speak. There is only one two
mile long street. The other road is simply not very visible during the day; the night is pitch black. Occasionally, there is a little light coming out of the windows of people's houses,
and there are torches carried by the walkers; but that is very rare. We live at the foot of a mountain. The sound of the wind in the pine forests on the mountain, and the shadow of a bird in the sky
were all that mattered. We were there at the end of the summer, and left at the beginning of the spring, as if we were always in the middle of winter; but even in the real winter it was
not cold. We lived upstairs, and our study was on the main street; we could hear people talking clearly on the road.
We were passers-by, except for going to school, we often just sat at home. I'm not sure if I've ever been to the same place before, but I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to make it work for you," he said.
It's always winter outside, but it's always spring at home. Once I went to the street, came back, downstairs, the kitchen's big square window open, side by side
next to their mother and son of three; three faces with a naive smile to me.
The world was empty, and so were we.
The world was empty, and so were we.
The world was empty, and so were we. At that time, it was the tenth year of the Republic of China, and my wife had just come out of the house, full of self-consciousness.
Now she died almost
four years ago, but I still remember her smile shadow.
No matter how cold it is, windy and snowy, it always warms my heart when I think about it.
3. Writing a landscape essay eight hundred words a scene in winterWinter, a mirror in the cold night, through a hint of cold.
In seasons such as this, the impression is always particularly deep. If someone asks me what kind of season I like, I will not hesitate to answer: "winter."
For some reason, I always harbor curiosity about winter, and I always harbor special feelings for winter. The curiosity about winter, I do not understand, just feel that I and it is in the netherworld by the life line to pull us together, it is like a magnet, and I am just a lightweight ball, it is close to me, I will be pulled by it.
But when it passes by, I will lose my anger and can only be like a deflated ball. Perhaps because I was born in winter, I should have liked it.
But I am always puzzled by it, and when it comes to winter, I am somehow touched. It seems to me that winter is the peak time for memories to come, and I am always inexplicably tugged on the cogs of my memories by the cords in winter days.
This fallacy of mine is confirmed by my friend. That's why I pay special attention to everything in the winter days.
In winter, my heart is always heavy, especially when the weather is bad, but there are occasional moments when my mood jumps. In winter, sometimes I can't even understand myself.
In winter, it is always giddy, perhaps the days of hibernation. Yet I am reluctant to give up my life.
Such a beautiful day spent with slumber, but not to feel it, too wasteful, so I will not be willing. After all, there is only one winter a year.
But there are few good pastimes in winter, and it is my fault that I am always meditating. However, there are sometimes new discoveries in contemplation.
If you have to remove a season from the four seasons, I don't care what season disappears except winter, I don't like to have four seasons like spring. Because that is too monotonous, in my feeling, spring, summer and autumn seasons seem to be the same, God is to let the winter to embellish them, sometimes I would like to think of what to do if there is no more winter, although if there is really no winter, the earth is still turning, and people still have to live as well, but when I think of it, it is really a little bit of trepidation.
I love winter so much, but it is always like a dream for me. It's fall at the beginning of the dream, and spring when I wake up.
The end of fall steps into winter without realizing it, and then steps through winter and into spring without realizing it. I always felt that I got through the winter quickly, but tried my best to look back on it with nothing particularly happy.
Winter is such a puzzling season, a season that I have a special love for it. Winter Winter came very suddenly, a few days before the gorgeous sunshine also shines on the face of the itchy, by the red and yellow color splash color of the peaks lined with blue sky, very good-looking.
The girls in the small town are still blooming with youthful chic, but the winter has been irreversible frame gloomy pouncing over. Just a few days of gloom and doom, too, and the footsteps of winter soon reached the doorsteps.
The crowded city seems to be frozen in a flash, cyclists are getting less and less, pedestrians hands in pockets, with their chins bowed, walking in a hurry, and usually spacious tour buses are wrapped up in people all of a sudden stuffed full of people. The tall French sycamores on both sides of the street are stripped down to a single white flowery skin.
When the street a few pieces of the remnants of the leaves by the rain soaked crimson inflated, silent hanging in the branches. A couple next to the bus shelter gently embraced each other, the girl's hands quietly inserted in the pocket of the boy's cotton shirt, the boy strong with his back against the biting north wind winter night is dark and long, even if it is a busy street, the people and people are with each other to pull a long face.
The cars that come and go divide the flow of people back and forth, and the short distance between them is a cold mechanical steel torrent. The city, which harbors more than 100,000 inhabitants, does not have a festive atmosphere of shoulder-to-shoulder, crowd-pleasing excitement.
On the contrary, there is a bit of sadness behind everyone. Luxurious streets paved with polished tiles, flashing neon to the crowd flaunts the beauty of the modern city, and dark corners, cold steps or lying or lying on the beggar seems to be in a hurry to tell the people what.
Winter morning winter morning is very beautiful, do not believe, please see - every morning when you push open the door to go out, the bone-chilling wind whistling blowing, from time to time to me. And, once in a while, naughty little snowflakes fall down in droves, just like dancing.
Hexagonal snowflakes of all kinds: some are like silver needles, some are like falling leaves, and some are like shredded paper ... it's beautiful. Falling on the ground, as if to the earth with a thick blanket; falling on the trees, like wearing a silver dress; falling on the car, like just out of the fresh cream cake.
This beautiful snowy landscape immerses people in the fresh air. It was beautifully silvered everywhere.
However, the first thing that makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the windows, some of them are like forests, rich in mystery; some of them are like streams, as if flowing quietly; some of them are like Santa Claus, as if coming to give gifts to the people... The winter girl is really handy! At the club, it was even more crowded and very lively. People are wearing thick cotton clothes, like cotton bales.
He or she accompanied by beautiful music, morning exercise. The artificial lake is covered with a layer of very thick ice, some naughty little students playing and playing on the lake, from the lake from time to time came bursts of laughter.
... winter, very cold. To be honest, I do not want it to come, but when it comes, I have a different feeling.
Ah, I love the winter, because winter "the wind knows the grass", I love its character. In a season such as this, the impression is always particularly deep.
If someone asks me what kind of season I like, I will not hesitate to answer: "Winter."
For some reason, I have always been curious about winter, and I have always had a special affection for it.
Curiosity about winter, I do not understand, just feel that I and it is in the netherworld by the life line to pull us together, it is like a magnet, and I'm just a lightweight ball, it is close to me, I will be pulled by it. But when it passes by, I lose my vitality and can only be like a deflated ball. Perhaps because I was born in winter, I am supposed to like winter. But I am always puzzled by it, and when it comes to winter, I am inexplicably touched.
It seems to me that winter is the peak time for memories to come, and there are always inexplicable cords pulling the gears of my memories in the winter days. This fallacy of mine is corroborated by my friends. That's why I pay special attention to everything in winter. In winter, my heart is always particularly heavy, especially when the weather is bad, but occasionally there are moments when my mood leaps. In winter, sometimes I can not even catch myself.
In winter, it is always giddy, maybe it is the day of hibernation. But I am reluctant to give up my life. So beautiful days spent with slumber, but not to feel it, too wasteful, so I will not be willing. After all, there is only one winter a year. But there is nothing to amuse me in winter, and it is my fault that I am always brooding. However, there are sometimes new discoveries in contemplation.
If we must remove a season from the four seasons, I don't care what season disappears, except winter, and I don't like the idea of a place where all seasons are like spring. Because that is too monotonous, in my feeling, spring, summer and autumn seasons seem to be the same, God is to let the winter to embellish them, sometimes I would like to think of what to do if there is no more winter, although if there is really no winter, the earth is still turning, and people still have to live as well, but when I think of it, it is really a little bit of trepidation.
I love winter so much, but it is always like a dream for me. It's fall when the dream begins, and spring when the dream wakes up. At the end of fall, I step into winter without realizing it, and then I step through winter and into spring without realizing it. I always felt that I got through the winter quickly, but tried my best to look back on it, but there was nothing particularly happy about it.
Winter is such a puzzling season, a season for which I have a special love.
Winter
Winter came very suddenly, a few days before the gorgeous sunshine also shines on the face of the itchy, red and yellow color splash color of the mountains lined with the blue sky, very good-looking.
The girls in the small town are still blooming with youthful chic, but the winter has been irreversible frame gloomy pouncing over. Just a few days of gloom and doom, the footsteps of winter soon reached the doorsteps. The crowded city seemed to be frozen in a flash, fewer and fewer people riding bicycles, pedestrians with their hands in their pockets, with their chins bowed, walking in a hurry, and the spacious tour buses on weekdays were all of a sudden wrapped up in a tightly packed with people stuffed to the brim. Tall French sycamores on both sides of the street, stripped to just a white flowery skin. When the street a few pieces of residual leaves by the rain soaked crimson swelling, silent hanging in the branches. Next to the bus shelter a couple gently embraced each other, the girl's hands quietly inserted in the boy's cotton jacket pocket, the boy strong with the back of the biting north wind winter night is dark and long, even if it is a busy street, people with each other are pulling a long face. The automobiles divide the flow of people back and forth, and the short distance between them is a torrent of cold, mechanical steel. There is no festive atmosphere in the city, where more than 100,000 people live in hiding, and there is no sense of excitement and excitement. On the contrary, there is a bit of bleakness behind everyone's back. Luxurious streets paved with polished tiles, flashing neon to the crowd flaunts the beauty of the modern city, and dark corners, cold steps or lying or lying on the beggars seem to be in a hurry to tell people something.
Winter morning
Winter morning is very beautiful, do not believe, please see -
Every morning when I push open the door to go out, the bone-chilling cold wind blowing, from time to time to me. And, once in a while, naughty little snowflakes would fall down in a flurry, just like dancing. Hexagonal snowflakes of all kinds: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like shredded paper...it's very beautiful. Falling on the ground, as if the earth covered with a thick blanket; falling on the trees, like wearing a silver dress; falling on the car, like just out of the fresh cream cake. This beautiful snowy scenery makes people immersed in the fresh air. It was beautifully silvered everywhere.
However, the most people at home can be the first to feel the breath of winter is the ice on the window, some like a forest, rich in mystery; some like a brook, as if in the quiet flow; some like Santa Claus, as if to give people gifts ... winter girl is really handy ah!
At the club, it was even more crowded and very lively. People are wearing thick cotton clothes, like cotton bales. He or she accompanied by beautiful music, morning exercise.
The artificial lake is covered with a layer of very thick ice, some naughty little students playing and playing on the lake, from the lake from time to time came bursts of laughter. ...
Winter, very cold. To be honest, I do not want it to come, but when it comes, I have a different feeling. Ah, I love winter, because, winter, "the wind knows the test", I love its character.
5. to the winter scenery as the topic of writing a 800-word essayPart I: Winter Winter has come, the leaves on the trees are slowly falling down, the lake is also frozen, people have put on colorful down jacket, wearing a thick hat and gloves, look all "fat".
I really like winter, because it snows in winter, snowflakes from the air slowly drifting down, under a thick layer, step on the top of the "squeak" sound, and the trees are like wearing a silver dress, really nice. I am most happy, you can pile snowman and play snow stick, the snow clutched into a small snowball, and the children in the snow chase play, snowballs in the air flying around really fun.
I really look forward to snow now! Part III: winter scenery Winter is coming, the original green turned yellow, originally verdant sycamore trees turned yellow although so, but the winter scenery also has his beautiful side. Early in the morning, there will be a layer of white stuff on the trees and vegetables, what is it? Is it snow? No, that is the nature of this painter painted snow-white frost.
In addition to frost, you can also see the fog in the morning, the fog is sometimes like a fairy fluttering white ribbons, and sometimes like the sky god poured buttermilk general flow, floating, like a naughty doll, make people puzzled. There is a poem written: "The sword sharpens from sharpening, the fragrance of plum blossom comes from bitter cold."
In winter, there is also a kind of proudly standing, persevering flowers - plum blossom. Plum blossom to ice skin and jade bones, the cold to stay fragrant characteristics, high purity, strong, modest character, so that people are determined to strive for strength, learn his spirit.
At the same time, it also adds a simple beauty to the winter. Part IV: Winter Scenery In the morning, I pulled open the curtains and saw a thick layer of ice flowers, some like roses, others like forests, with a curved path in the middle ...... beautiful! I walked out of the house and saw the ground covered with thick snow, like the clothes on the earth.
The trees have lost their former luster and become bare, but the snow is like plum blossoms on the trees, so beautiful! I think after this year those trees will grow leaves again, so I'm not sad. The grass on the house is gone, but there is a layer of snow that makes the roof white, like a little snow house.
It's so beautiful! The creek turned into a skating rink, a group of happy children came here to skate, and they skated really well. The whole winter is so beautiful, no matter where it is! Part 5: winter scenery Northwest wind whistling up, the snow girl came, small snowflakes from the sky while spinning while dancing down, how happy it! Students and teachers to go to the countryside to enjoy the snow, the ground like covered with a snow-white carpet, some of the small trees by the snow bent waist, only the beautiful plum but the snow as a cotton jacket to wear, looking at us with a smile.
The scenery there is really beautiful! Some students are stacking snowmen, some in a snowball fight, some in skiing, play how happy it! After a while, the wind girl came, the wind girl is helping nature to sweep the snow, so that the trees are more relaxed, so that the flowers and plants will not be crushed, so that the pedestrians on the road to walk better, the wind girl is so hardworking ah! 篇六：Winter Scenery The cold winter has quietly come down to earth. Early in the morning, I walked out of the house to go to school, a cold wind came to my face, freezing me to shiver.
On the way to school, I saw the little friends going to school, although each wearing a bloated cotton coat, but still freezing and shrinking their necks, walking hurriedly. In the afternoon, flurries and drifts of snow suddenly fell from the overcast sky.
They were walking together in twos and threes, dancing and jumping, how leisurely! Seeing this wonderful scene, I can not help but run outdoors, reach out, to pick up the white and flawless little snowflakes. I thought: this exquisite six-petal snowflake from whose hands? And who released them into the sky? Ah, I suddenly realized that this is the masterpiece of nature, the condensation of nature's love for mankind! Snow gently kissed me, sprinkled on the face, cool, falling into the neck, numb, really intoxicated! Snow has been down non-stop, as if to tell people: it is the most wanted to come to earth, leaving white traces on the earth, so that the trees enjoy the life of the spring.
They are as colorful as the flowers in spring, as fluttering as the butterflies in summer, and as dashing as the falling leaves in autumn. More beautiful essays on winter scenery ref: .cn In a short while, a thin layer of white snow, like a huge, light woolen blanket, covered the whole earth.
This is the first snow after the winter, although not very big, but brings vitality to the earth and human beings. I love this magnificent winter scenery, I love this nature's elf - snow even more.
6. Early winter scenery essay 800 wordsI have experienced the spring of birds and flowers, hot summer, fruitful autumn, but my favorite is the winter that can test everyone's perseverance.
The winter is here, the snow is flying. A white snowflake falls on the trees, like a beautiful butterfly.
From a distance, it looks like a snow-white coat. Snowflakes fall in the field, crops, flowers and grasses seem to cover a thick layer of cotton is sleeping, waiting for the next year to grow new seedlings. Snowflakes fell in the school, we piled up snowmen, snowball fights, explore the wonders of snow ......
I like the snowflakes, snowflakes bring us joy, bring a better harvest in the coming year.
What I appreciate and envy most is the plum blossom that opens in the cold winter. Plum icy branches tender green, sparse and elegant, beautiful flower color, fragrance pleasant, flowering alone early, known as the flower. There is a poem has praised the plum blossom: the corner of several branches of plum, the cold alone open, distant look is not snow, for there is a dark fragrance. Plum flower iron bone ice heart, the image of the high wind, encouraging us to self-improvement, perseverance to meet the arrival of spring.
Seeing the plum blossom, I think of the flag guard soldiers, they can make the flag and the sun rise together, I do not know how much effort therefore. But it is little known. They went to the Beijing Observatory to check the time of sunrise and sunset for 365 days a year, and combined with the observation records in the square, they made up the "timetable for raising and lowering the national flag". In order to practice the 138 steps from Jinshui Bridge to Tiananmen sentry post, they are not afraid of hard work, day and night drills, nine years to go three "25,000 miles".
In order to maintain the military appearance, they put on a thick jacket in summer to stand two hours of guard, underwear *** can wring out water; winter, they put on a thin police uniform, in the cold, raise the flag, stand guard.
Around us, there are many people like the plum blossom tenacious struggle, they are in order to build a better tomorrow of the motherland and hard labor, no regrets. I think we elementary school students should also learn from them, not to do things halfway, but to start and finish, full of self-confidence, challenge themselves and overcome themselves.
Snowflakes bring us joy, plum blossoms inspire us to move forward, I love the beautiful winter.
Winter, come soon!
7. Description of the winter scenery essayThe piercing cold wind is not the slightest bit merciless to scrape away the joy of the people's harvest, goose feather snow covers all the hustle and bustle, and at the same time covers the sunny mood.
In the cold wind, the topic of "hate winter" is spread throughout the city by the wind as a carrier, but also to the ears of the winter itself, but the winter is not sad, she is still so calm, so natural, she knows that the time passes day by day, and her children - spring, will soon be home. -She knows that as time passes, her child, Spring, will soon be home. The winter in the story is just like the real-life behind-the-scenes workers, or stage performances "negative characters" wearing flat cuts strong irrigation hold tax platinum Japonica, they are willing to suffer, as long as the performance goes smoothly, they will think that the sweat is manna; no matter how the director of how the negative role will be ugly, they think that the success of the positive character is the contrast of
The winds are blowing over the city.
After the storm, people tend to remember which actor's performance is outstanding, but who can say the name of the master planner of the party; the end of the movie, people are fond of is the hero to save the beautiful moving scene, but who cares about the "bad guy" for the shooting "beaten" several injuries. "suffered a few injuries. Admittedly, the point of view of the party is really a star performance, the selling point of the movie is indeed in the protagonist of the heroic, but have seen, laughed at, don't forget to take a little behind the scenes with the actors and actresses, just so that those "winter" will be very touched.
Winter is here, and spring is still far away? Simple words containing the philosophy to guide generation after generation, but always feel that this is a little unfair to the winter, giving people the feeling seems to persuade you: two more days! Think about the spring flowers, this damn winter is not so difficult to endure! But do you know that without the snow to keep the land warm, the spring sowing will go smoothly? Without the winter freeze, would the soil be moist in spring? Without the harshness of winter, would the steps of the spring girl be so healthy and firm? It is true that winter is the mother of spring. So, not talented I want to pirate the words of his old man Shelley: there is no winter, there is no spring beautiful approaching.
Winter is the great mother. Spring is certainly gorgeous, summer is really enthusiastic, fall is indeed rich, most people want to be like them, pure, sunny, stable.
But I like the winter, not I pretend to alternative, not pretend personality, I really love the winter of that calm, that selfless, that tolerance. By my character orientation, I am likely to make a behind-the-scenes, silent dedication to the kind of occupation, I like it, just like I like winter.
I will do my best, although I'm not the scenery; I will be practical and willing to work, although I do not shine.
I will do my best, although I am not beautiful; I will do my best, although I am not glamorous; I will do my best, although I am not dazzling.
8. 400 Words on Winter SceneryThe winter sky is high, the color is pale, and the sky is endless.
Occasionally, one or two snow-white clouds add some color to the pale sky.
Below the grass, or that green, not afraid of the torture of winter. Inside is a big flower bed, unlike the spring, sowing seeds of hope, unlike the summer flowers.
It is so bleak that the flowers have long since given up, leaving only the white, soft snow. Inside, the small seeds of the flowers are sleeping, waiting for the spring after the warmth, from the inside to break the shell and start to participate in the hundred flowers.
Next to it, there is a neighborhood, there are a lot of small children are playing snowball fights, playing a lot of fun, a lot of shells are whistling past. Some of them play heap snowman, take a shovel, a board, the snowman's stomach built, then, with a bucket as a hat, with a carrot for the nose, broom arm is also freshly baked.
People passing by, usually wearing cotton clothes, wearing thick snow shoes, holding a big string of ice candy gourds, face with a happy smile. Next to the district there is a small river, the spring river is crystal clear, the river is also stocked with a lot of fish fry, from time to time, some people also come to fish to relax, but in winter, the river has frozen solid, some people are playing ice spindle, some are playing ice slide, some play plow, play its happy.
I love winter, and I love the winter scenery even more.
9. Description of the winter scenery of the compositionWinter interest
Grandpa winter hurriedly took the autumn girl's shift, came to us, it brought the biting cold wind, brought the dead branch condensation cold scene, let us feel that winter is coming!
Getting up in the morning, the sky is foggy. The milky-white fog covered the earth, everywhere in a blanket. Walking on the road, dozens of steps away from seeing the silhouette of people; from the fog, the front of the building, trees can only be vaguely seen. In the fog, hear the sound of the car but can not see the silhouette, only headlights like eyes, a blinking.
The cold of winter spreads to every corner, and when it is sunny and windless, the sky is dry and cold. Bare trees stand pitifully on both sides of the riverside road, once vibrant grass can not finally support, yellow. The small flowers on the grass also went to sleep. The north wind blew, small trees in the cold wind struggling; grass prostrate on the ground, as if afraid of this sudden cold wind.
In such cold weather, you can also see some strong people who are not afraid of the cold wind. In front of the flagstaff of the campus, there is a flashing green figure. That is a row of standing cypress trees, in the cold winter, cypress trees so rich and verdant vitality. Alongside the riverside road, there are many iron trees planted. Its narrow, slender leaves in the cold wind in the winter flashing green, to the white winter added green, embellished the cold winter.
The winter morning, but very lively. In Riverside Park, the crowd of people exercising can be seen everywhere. In the haze, the silhouette is constantly swaying. Young people dressed as athletes, all in high spirits. They are running and jumping, energetic and enthusiastic. Older people also came out of their homes, glowing, stretching their arms and legs on the grass, and jumping from time to time. Don't look at them as old people, exercise is not worse than young people, they tenaciously fight with the biting cold. And then to the side of the look, even seven, eight-year-old children also follow the adults in the form of exercise, they ran out of breath, head straight hot. Look, what a vibrant winter!
I like winter, because it can sharpen people's will and make them stronger. Winter is finally here!