1. A 300-word essay describing winter scenery
The fallen leaves of the sycamore trees on the street are scattered here and there, the wind is getting colder, and winter is coming.
In the lonely and cold season, we can inadvertently find traces of beauty passing by. The snow is falling, so quiet and peaceful. The pure white sets off the brightly lit city, dignified and elegant, as if far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Crystal icicles hang from the eaves, and the sunlight shines brightly.
Sitting in front of the window, the sun shines on my body, driving away some of the chill. Looking at a sycamore tree in the distance, the dark green trunk is covered with white snow, and the afterglow is scattered from all around. dao
There is no bright moon or stars on the winter night, but it adds a bit of mystery to the vast sky. Looking at the darkness in front of me, the memories in my mind gradually rose, full of warmth and beauty. The wind is biting and biting. However, my heart is full of longing for the future and hope for tomorrow. Inside
Winter always seems to be sad, but in this desolation, there is also a beautiful atmosphere. It is this coldness that brings the sadness and preciousness of winter.
(***314 words) I wrote it myself, try it and change it! 2.1 A 300-word essay describing the natural scenes in winter
Scenery in winter
I like the spring when everything revives, the summer when the red sun is pale, and the autumn when the fruits are abundant, but my favorite It’s still snowy winter.
Snowflakes are flying in winter, and the little snowflakes are like cute children, dancing gracefully in the air, and falling on the house, the ground, and the trees. After a while, the snow stopped, and a brand new world appeared in front of my eyes. The house and the ground were all white, and the big trees seemed to be wrapped in silver. In the distance, there are a few children playing with snowmen and having snowball fights...
On the street, some old people and uncles and aunts are walking carefully for fear of falling, like children who have just learned to walk. Like a child, the cars on the road move slowly like a big snail. No matter how hard the policeman directs the traffic, look, how serious he is in directing it? At this time, a puppy ran over. It shook the snow off its body and screamed happily, as if to say: "Winter is so beautiful! I really like winter." People always say: "Snow heralds a good harvest." Yes, snow can kill pests in the ground. In this way, the seeds planted in spring will no longer be destroyed by pests, so the rice grown in the second year's crops will be full.
Winter adds endless happiness to my childhood. I like winter. 3. An essay about beautiful winter scenery of about 300 words
Throughout the year, I have been intoxicated by the singing and dancing of orioles and the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in the spring; I have been intoxicated by the scorching sun and colorful summer; , the fruitful autumn; but I am even more fascinated by the snow-capped and icy winter.
Although there is no bright sunshine and colorful flowers in winter; there are no green streams, lush forests and lush grass; there are no clear clouds, bright sunshine, and fragrant fruits, but there are pink makeup, jade bricks, and silver decorations. In my eyes, it is the most beautiful scenery all year round. You see, the sky is vast and high, the sun is sleepy and shy, the grass wears a beige coat, the flowers take back their red skirts and green shirts and find their destination, the willow trees put away their tender green leaves and stand upright in the wind, and the butterflies turn into pupae. Underground, wheat seedlings are sleeping soundly in silver clothes.
The sky was a little gray, and soon it started to snow. The snowflakes fell from the sky, like a light girl dancing; like catkins wandering in the air; like soft white sugar falling from the sky, snow, in Her unique flying snow dance dances in the air, flying all over the sky, showing her infinite charm between heaven and earth. So I took off the glove and let it fly onto my hand. Before I could see her clearly, it melted in the palm of my hand. It felt really amazing! Soon, the snow stopped, and the fields were covered with an endless carpet. The trees bloomed like jade flowers, the roofs seemed to be painted with white paint, the roads were like moonlight, and the trees were covered with ice and frost. The sun came out, and the red clothes were covered with pink and jade. , exceptionally enchanting.
How can people not love such beautiful snow? I like to wander in the beautiful scenery of winter; I like to linger in the beautiful scenery of winter; I like to think in the beautiful scenery of winter; the beautiful scenery of winter really makes me intoxicated...
4. A 300-word essay describing winter
There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery, and I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter the most. In winter, when the snow falls heavily, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of white snow give people a cool and soothing feeling. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, even my soul is being purified, becoming pure and beautiful.
The snow at dusk is deep, as if there are thousands of emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea, able to submerge everything, and there is a sense of excitement like uncovering the hidden parts. The snowflakes come in various shapes and are crystal clear, like warriors on an expedition, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing on a long voyage...
The scenery in the snow is extremely magnificent, between heaven and earth. It was all the same color, only a piece of silver could be seen, as if the whole world was decorated with silver.
After the snow, the continuous white snow decorates the world. The green branches and jade leaves, and the pink and jade bricks are all of the same color. It is really a gratifying scene of auspicious snow and a good year.
I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter even more. Winter is the growth ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
What a beautiful view! I couldn't help but sigh. The first ray of sunshine in the morning shines through, and the scenery after the snow is so beautiful. There was smoke nearby and in the distance. I couldn't believe my eyes that such a beautiful scene appeared in such a small mountain village.
In the distance, there is a world shrouded in layers of fog and cold air. You can vaguely see the naughty little heads of some trees, looming, as if they are playing hide and seek with us, connected to the sky in the distance. Together, it is simply a fairyland on earth; the willows by the river hold their heads high and are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars, as if they are wearing bright winter clothes and look so vibrant. Nearby, wisps of smoke floated from the red brick houses, looking like soft silver ribbons, bringing the happiness of this countryside to every corner of the world; countless sparkling flowers fell in front of my eyes. The little stars, the pitter-pattering snow foam danced happily with the wind. Under the sunshine, it was really like a goddess scattering flowers.
Putting on the coat, I came to a cool and beautiful world. A cold air rushed towards my face, with a little fragrance of snowflakes. What a beautiful countryside, what a beautiful home! ——Xue 5. A 300-word essay on the beauty of winter without adding adjectives
Beautiful winter
Quietly, quietly, Grandpa Dong is wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket and a snow-white hat. , carrying a big bag and came to the forest.
Grandpa Dong came to the grass and saw the little white rabbit hiding in the hole trembling. He quickly took out a fluffy white cotton-padded jacket, a pair of thick white gloves and a cute hat from the bag. white hat for bunny. The little rabbit jumped and ran out to play.
Grandpa Dong came to the woods where the little squirrel lived. He saw that there was too little food here and the little squirrel could not survive the winter, so he poured out many pine cones from the bag and scattered them with his hand. , I saw that the pine trees were suddenly covered with pine cones. The little squirrel opened its eyes in surprise and screamed and jumped among the branches happily.
Grandpa Dong came to the field and saw the wheat seedlings being blown left and right by the cold wind. He quickly took out balls of cotton from the bag and covered the wheat seedlings. Mai Miao took a nap under the thick quilt with peace of mind.
Grandpa Dong came to the square again. There are many children chasing and playing in the square. He suddenly heard a child say: "Why hasn't it snowed this year? It would be more fun if it snowed heavily!" Grandpa Dong looked at the childish little boy wearing a penguin hat with a smile. , quietly took out a large snowflake from his big bag and threw it into the air. I saw snowflakes all over the sky falling from the gray and far-reaching sky, so beautiful! "It's snowing! It's really snowing!" The children exclaimed happily amid the snowflakes.
Grandpa Dong’s magic bag is so magical! 6. A 300-word essay on winter scenery
Autumn is more prosperous than spring. Spring with brilliant flowers and trees is beautiful, but the fruitful autumn colors reveal the joy of harvest; autumn is more prosperous than summer. Although the colorful scenes and dense leaves in summer are charming, the autumn colors on the trees with golden leaves are more refreshing and pleasant; autumn is more vibrant than winter. The snowy winter is lovely, but the golden autumn with fragrant melons and fruits is more beautiful. But it is richer in brilliant colors. Autumn has come to the woods. From a distance, the yellow leaves are falling like swarms of golden butterflies. They are tired of flying and fall on my shoulders, head and feet. It brings my thoughts from green summer to golden autumn. As soon as I turned around, a peach leaf fell beside me again. I bent down to pick it up, held it in my hand, and looked at it carefully. It was such a special autumn leaf! It has not completely faded away from its green color yet, and still exudes a strong fragrance. Autumn came to the orchard. Persimmon bent down and bowed so hard that the branches were about to break. Sister Lychee was so fat that her clothes burst, revealing her bulging, white belly. Huge apples hang all over the branches, showing sweet smiles, either shy or bold. When the autumn girl came to the farmland, the corn was very happy. It specially changed into a new golden dress and grinned, showing its golden teeth. In order to make itself more beautiful, the tomatoes put lipstick on their faces. Potato's excitement may have been too high, and his green mouth broke into laughter, revealing his yellow tongue. Autumn has come to the garden, and it has become a paradise for chrysanthemums. They may like this heavy golden color, so they choose to bloom their beauty in autumn. There are so many colors of chrysanthemums: yellow, pink, and white. . The big flowers and curly petals look like a little girl with curly hair. Linger in the chrysanthemum garden or admire a pot of gorgeous chrysanthemums alone, and slowly be intoxicated by the fragrance. Autumn brings a golden color to the earth and cotton-like clouds to the blue sky. The autumn wind is as cool as water, dyeing the world yellow with a hint of chill.
I love this crisp autumn season! 7. A 300-word article describing winter
In winter, I love you. The afterglow of the setting sun lazily climbs over the white and smooth skin of the mountain; it shines warmly on this quiet land and the clouds in the sky. Floating by, as if following the footsteps of companions; the warm blue jade-like lake water flows slowly, with a few small boats leaning across the lake, and a few fishing fires faintly shining. Perhaps when the scenery is too lonely, the mood I can sing, and the singing is accompanied by the lake, and it takes me to the nostalgic past years, with a little sadness. But when I turned around and wanted to leave, I saw the other side of the mountain, where the sun was rising again. It's a great place, maybe spring will come tomorrow! The warm sunshine is flashing on the lake, and the last batch of red leaves in the mountain forest are still standing proudly on the branches. The bright red and green colors, which are not harmonious, form a unique winter scene.
Sometimes, when a gust of wind blows, the branches without leaves make a rustling sound, which can also make people feel desolate and sad. But if you look at those branches again, the new buds have already been gestated. These fluffy and inconspicuous buds make you immediately think of the future spring and the days of vitality and flowers.
Walking in the snow is even more interesting. There is only a trace of wind in the sky, holding Feifei Ruixue like the string of a kite. Looking up, this trace of wind dominates the butterfly-like snowflakes. Sometimes they fall down, sometimes they spin and fly, and sometimes they swing leisurely. He threw himself to the ground and landed on a pedestrian.
Snowflakes are like a naughty child who never gets tired of playing with people, blowing people's heated faces, turning into droplets of water and flowing onto the eyebrows and beards, forming small ice particles. The white snowflakes fall quietly and flutter in the sky. Soon, there will be a thin layer on the ground. When your feet step on it, it will sing cheerful footsteps for you, "Creak, creak, squeak, ".
With the sound of footsteps, you can spread the wings of your imagination, pursue your best memories, and embrace the happiness in your heart! You might as well take a deep breath, and the cool and sweet floral fragrance will penetrate into your heart and spleen. You can't help but think of a pure heart, and you will feel that the whole world is so pure. When you wake up in the morning, the winter fog is filled. After the fog lifts, immediately A strange scene appeared. The needles of the green pines were covered with thick white frost, like a tree of pure white autumn chrysanthemums. The branches of the deciduous trees were covered with snow, like trees carved from white jade. The silver threads of the weeping willows are floating, and the bushes have turned into white coral bushes. They are in various shapes and forms, which makes people confused and immersed in a fairy tale world. There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery, and I like winter best. Magnificent views when it snows. In winter, when the snow falls heavily, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, a crystal clear fairy tale world.
The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of white snow give people a cool and soothing feeling. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, even my soul is being purified, becoming pure and beautiful.
The snow at dusk is deep, as if there are thousands of emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea, able to submerge everything, and there is a sense of excitement like uncovering the hidden parts. The snowflakes have various shapes and are crystal clear, like warriors on an expedition, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing on a long voyage... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, the sky and the earth are completely the same color, and only one piece can be seen Silver, it seems that the whole world is decorated with silver.
After the snow, the continuous white snow decorates the world. The green branches and jade leaves, and the pink and jade bricks are all of the same color. It is really a gratifying scene of auspicious snow and a good year. I love snow, I love snow scenery, and I love winter even more.
Winter is the growth ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
Winter is coming, can spring be far behind? "With the coming of winter, people have put on thick cotton clothes to isolate themselves from the cold wind and frost. The coming of winter has also brought everything into a "dead silence" period, leaving people with eyes full of fatigue... That winter, I planted The Clivia became sick as early as two months ago.
When winter came, it lost all its green color and became a pile of dead branches. I was very sad. It took several months of hard work. It turned into nothing.
In order to make myself feel a little more at ease, I neither threw it away nor removed it from the flower pot immediately. It. In this way, I spent the winter of that year in regret, and every time I touched the cold flower pot, bursts of sadness and helplessness surged into my heart.
I can still feel it when I think of it. It was a long winter. After the spring of the second year, I made up my mind to remove the dead branches and make room for planting spider plants.
So I used a small shovel to dig up the soil and prepare to plant it. But at this moment, a miracle happened. As soon as I dug the shovel into the thick soil, I heard a crisp cracking sound, and then I saw it. The fragments of the porcelain flower pot were scattered on the floor, but when I looked carefully, I saw that the roots of the clivia that seemed to have died last winter, wrapped in layers of soil and as thick as white beards, were not necrotic, but actually. It is becoming more and more lush, branching again and again.
Now, it has become so lush that it fills the entire flower pot, like dragon claws tightly attached to the porcelain flower pot. No wonder it grows when touched. When I saw this, I quickly trimmed the tangled roots and replanted them in different pots.
As a result, cute little buds appeared in each pot. I have to marvel at this scene.
After the whole winter, it can grow again, and its branches are lush. I am simply impressed by this miracle in winter.
This kind of admiration is felt from the eyes to the heart. I have to sincerely admire its tenacious vitality. Thinking carefully about it, how stupid I am to give up the opportunity of new life so hastily in winter.
The thick cotton clothes really cut off all the joy and hope brought by new life. But I now understand that the temporary "dead silence" is to allow us to appreciate life more truly.
< p> In winter, plants can rely on their yearning for spring to be reborn after the "dead silence" of winter.What about that person? In winter, you can also look forward to spring and gain greater new life and hope.
We have to be in awe of the magic of life, so we should take courage and action, just like the Clivia with withered stems and leaves. When the spring light shines on the earth, you will have the appearance of a Siberian butterfly. Be beautiful, then break through the ice and find a more colorful and brighter you. Snow, I love you, I love you. 8. Write a 300-word paragraph describing the winter scenery using rhetorical techniques
Half of the yellow leaves fell, and I heard a sound of withering life. Yes, the geese are flying south again, only dead branches are left on the tree branches, the springs are gradually drying up, and the chill is coming quietly. All these tell me that winter is here.
In my opinion, winter is the least romantic season, especially the winter in the south. It cannot see the snow-covered snow in the north; nor can it see the thousands of miles of desert and silence in the west. human voice. Winter in the South is always just a dull color. It was very cold, but there was no trace of moisture. The coldness soaked into the bone marrow seemed to take away all the warmth from the body, leaving only loose cold clumps like dry wadding stuffed between the chest and lungs. In such a season, people's thinking will be frozen, and even emotions and romance will be thrown away in an instant. In such a situation, it is difficult to have a good interest. Even if you occasionally have a wish, it will be quickly thrown into the corner of memory.
Standing outdoors, I let out a gentle sigh. A cloud of white mist curled up into the sky, wrapped in warmth. It stretched in mid-air and became dense. After a while, it merged into the dry and cold air. The little hope that had just been ignited was shattered, disappearing quietly and calmly, as if it had never been there before, and there was such a special moisture in it. The small shu grows into a big tree, and in winter it becomes an old tree. The old branches are intertwined and only a few sparse leaves are dotted with traces of life. The bark is slightly browned, as if it has been roasted on the fire for a long time. It has lost its vitality due to suffering, and is half-curled as if it will fall to the ground at any time.
In the summer, the lotus pond was filled with flowers and leaves. At this time, only dead tubes and broken leaves were left. The charm of holding dew in one's mouth has long since disappeared. The cold wind is gently swaying, and the withered leaves seem to whisper about the beauty of the past, and they seem to be weeping softly and secretly about their decline now. If there is another cold rain, it will make the flowers fall even more, which is in line with Li Yishan's mood of leaving the lotuses to listen to the sound of rain.
The mountains in the south have never been as tall and majestic as those in the north. In winter, they lose their former luster, leaving behind a slightly gray figure standing quietly between the sky and the earth. Keep a silence. If there is a heavy snowfall in the north and the mountains are covered with a layer of vast white, it will be a majestic and beautiful picture, with new hope gestating among the towering awns. It's a pity that there is no snow in the south. Half-spreading hills like mounds are dotted here and there on the vast Jianghan Plain. Only the green shadows of pines and cypresses are left in the mountains, but the green is like a layer of frost, light green. There was a hint of greenish gray in the middle. From a distance, it seems to be covered by flying dust.
Standing on the riverside, I realized that the natural chasm in the past was now only a narrow chain of gray. The riverbank where the waves once lapped thousands of rocks was now calm. The river water seemed to be frozen, even the flow speed of Dongzhu seemed to have been stopped, and everything seemed dead.
Yes, winter in the south can only be described as dead silence, with no trace of life in sight. There is only a single grayness between heaven and earth. This depressed atmosphere permeates all things, draining their vitality bit by bit.
When I am here, I can only place my feelings in front of the window and send a petal of fragrance from a distance, hoping that a trace of new green will break through the ground and send the hope of spring.
Like the wind, she brings calmness and tranquility, soothing the confused soul; like fog, she covers the delicate and shy, revealing the misty reverie. She is strong yet gentle, and tender yet strong. The mysterious image is her - winter in the south.
——Chen Muheng's "She·I"
Looking for a southern winter.../Desolate and clear, only the breeze blows.../Sad, miserable, sad , I am like a white lotus, growing, blooming and withering in the southern winter, waiting for a new nirvana!
——Gu Yun's "Drifting Snow"
Winter Sun in the South
Being lucky enough to study in the South is undoubtedly a must for any northern student. It is to enter heaven. I am tired of the icy and snowy winter in the north, and I am looking forward to the warm winter in the south to warm my heart and let the heat flow through every blood vessel in my body.
But, naively, I was wrong!
Winter in the south is more terrifying than in the north. Especially the lingering light rain, which seems to be falling but not falling for several weeks, is suffocating and uncomfortable. The rain was mixed with the whistling wind. Although the wind was not strong, it was full of moisture and cold, which made people scared. That abominable moisture filled every corner around us, making people feel depressed, as if they were about to become moldy.
So depressed, I sat at the table and opened my diary, trying to pour out the sadness and sadness accumulated in my chest into my pen. And when I was halfway through writing, a ray of sunlight suddenly jumped onto my desk. This beam of light happened to hit my body and the notebook, lengthening my shadow and illuminating my notebook. So I raised my head and looked out the window, but was blinded by Dongyang Wen. I innocently smiled, smiled! At this time, the haze in my heart was instantly dispersed and evaporated without a trace. Well-behaved, I soaked in the jumping, warm, and mischievous sunshine, reversed the strokes of my pen, and expressed my emotions again. You no longer hate the coldness of southern winter.
Just because the winter sun in the south is so soft, so naughty, and so pleasing; just because the winter sun in the south is enough to overcome the coldness of winter; just because the winter sun in the south makes me no longer obsessed with the beauty of the north. A warm home where the heating is baking.
Here, the place with sunshine is my home, and the days with sunshine are days with my family. Because I miss home too much but cannot miss home, and because home is too warm and cannot be revisited. Finally, in the winter in the south, I found the source of warmth that warms my body and mind - the sun. Its warmth is like the warmth of home, soft, soft, light, faint, intriguing, refreshing, and heartwarming...
From then on, in the winter in the south, my heart no longer wandered and wandered. It found its home - Dongyang!