1,, winter came, at this time the sun should have been drooping put out some light; at this time the snowflakes on the sky should often return to the mortal world; at this time the people should have been wearing a leather jacket with gloves, but all this has changed.
The sun's rays seem particularly harsh to let those occasional return to the snowflake soldiers and back to the sky, people are also very happy to enjoy this is no advantage of sunbathing. 2, winter nature in the most attractive, the most unique, the most representative, the most lovely is not snow.
Although, Tongnan rarely see snow, but the snow is still our desire, the snow white crystal, exquisite and marvelous infinite let a person really very desirable. I fantasize: when a big snow after the sky covered everywhere a silver white, how beautiful! 3, the winter sun is the most charming.
Because of the cold winter, people cherish this rare warmth. Sunday afternoon, strolling in the street, let the soft brilliant light sprinkled on the shoulders of the hair, may make your spirit uplifted, the mood suddenly become comfortable and cheerful: perhaps you will be moved, feel how beautiful life is: perhaps more will make you feel surprised, found that the winter originally also has such an intoxicating, but has not been found charm.
4, in the breath of the winter wind, we can also smell the aroma of baked white potatoes, roast lamb kebabs and fried pancakes, as if back to childhood, back to the past, back to the good old days. 5. After a few more days, the weather is colder.
The water in the sky also turned into goose feather snow, which drifted down to earth. It is this snow that makes winter more interesting and makes it a paradise for children.
When you wake up, pull open the curtains and realize that it is white outside, you will be excited. Ask a few classmates, find an open place, play snowball fights, pile snowmen, so happy.
Or take a few grains, a pot, a small stick, a line, catch a few birds, of course, also very happy! Maybe this is also a kind of why I like winter! 6, another year of winter, a field of wind and we do not meet. Many people do not like the windy days of winter, especially the people of the South, often feel that it is too violent, too impersonal.
But I do not. I like the swiftness of the winter wind, the sound of the winter wind, but also like the breath of the winter wind, and usher in a new year in the winter wind.
7, the night, Hainan rich full winter full moon shines on the earth, sprinkled with a thin layer of frost. Quiet winter night, the moon seems to be very cold, oblique to the city building tenderly whispering whispers.
Stroll through the streets, stepping on the hazy moon through the long road, the night is wet, as if to sink. 8, snow is white and flawless, is lovely and colorful.
Snow brings endless laughter to children and adds a touch of warmth to winter. I love the winter snow, love its purity, love its selflessness, it gives the most beautiful scenery to the earth.
9, snowflakes more and more dense, in the air endlessly scattered. The school is filled with countless like flowers like butterflies hexagonal elves, they soundlessly wet everything, with a slender magic wand to dress up the neighborhood, naughty elves unrestrained, joyful, surplus in the air to perform an excellent dance, perhaps in the Palace of Heaven for a long time, they seem to be the whole body's energy are released, rendering everything.
Occasionally, a few snowflakes mischievously jumped high on the railing shelf, and from time to time issued a crisp knocking sound, "ting ting ting ting ting", seems to create a little bombardment for the school, however, that hexagonal delicate snowflakes, but soon melted into droplets of water, clinging to the shelves washed clean by the snow water, the wind blew languidly, shaking, but still refused to give up. The melted snow water vaguely reflected a fresh world.
10, like Hainan's winter, but also like Hainan's winter flavor. Look at the winter sun, gum garden; look at the winter night, moonlight.
Listen to the cold wind, in the treetops, almost chanting softly, weaving the winter rhythm. I'm asking myself, with the wind falling leaves, will no longer be the last year that piece of my life has been in the shelter of a warm as the flame of the Fenfei right?
When it does not snow, I like to go to a higher place to see the snow, in the sun's reflection, snowflakes with a silver-white light irradiation of the earth, although a little cold, but far away from the children heard the sound of happy laughter, the children's kind of innocent smiles, is in any place can not be learned, it will not be betrayed, and there is only, unity, smile, wisdom, and is the children can be With good communication. 12, I like winter, not because of its beauty, because any beauty is not necessarily eternal, like a flash in the pan; I like winter, not because of its whiteness, because any white is not necessarily flawless, like a white wall.
I like winter because I know that as long as winter comes, spring is not far away. As long as you hold on just a little bit, just a little bit, during the coldest time of the year, you'll see the spring flowers blooming.
So, please students believe. As long as winter comes, spring is not far away! 13, the sky has just finished snowing, the ice on the ground began to develop.
The snow on the ground, coupled with the northwestern wind "wildly scraped", on the ground, on the road everywhere on a thick layer of ice, the corners of the house are hung on a string of "ice skates". Early in the morning, some people climbed out of the nest, began to ding ding ding ding chiseling ice, but also when the exercise body.
In fact, there is no need to pay attention to them, they are the symbol of winter. In the distance to see the eaves of the house are hanging a few strings of "silver light" is not good? A few "snow lotus" is not also beautiful? 14, with the "nine songs" of the count, accompanied by "eight nine river open, nine swallows to" the language out, winter and winter winds are gradually away from us, and at the same time, I look forward to the next Beijing winter and the winter winds it brings, because of its swiftness, sound and I'm looking forward to the next Beijing winter and the winter wind it brings, because of its swiftness, sound and breath.
15, send me a quiet winter, leaving a little space for me to be full of fantasy. I wandered alone, reminiscing about the present as well as the time that had passed, and sniffing y at the tantalizing scent of the future.
The snow is drifting, sprinkling the earth. The snowflakes are crystal clear.
2. small essay, about winter flowersI do not know when to open, waiting anxiously. Around the flowers are already a hundred flowers competing for color, is beautiful purple and red dazzling will be sad atmosphere pushed to the ***. Leaves in the powerless stretch, high above only flowers, the petal of the delicate.
I don't want flowers, I don't want blossoms, I don't want anything. Opening means losing, means withering. So the delay is not willing to bloom. Mockery, suspicion, encouragement, including encouragement, so that the attack came, unprepared. Hesitation, remorse, anger ...... a share in the extension. But there is still that bud stretch, smile is a mockery of fading, is a declaration of war on the loss.
Spring just don't know when to go away under the sun and let the sun anxious and strong, bringing summer, sun cracked that part of the thoughts and love, become harsh and cruel. Still the insistent reluctance to open. The buds still endure quietly on the side. Leaves become flaccid as they hold on. Closing my eyes, I waited, not knowing what the future holds, either a judgment or a cliff. Standing on the edge of the cliff with nothing to say. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.
Tired, really tired, the sun is lazy not willing to give, the temperature is so down. Kind people say: bloom soon, right now, wait until the winter will be very cold, will be your petals are cracked. Still the flower waits, and even the leaves that have been holding out have given up holding out. Flowers have nothing to say, if you want to go and why force to stay, only the lonely flowers continue to maintain their beliefs.
Winter came as promised, and the flower is still waiting for nothing. The God of Flowers is angry, all the flowers have been the soul of the God of Flowers, only you are still slow to bloom. The flowers are still stubbornly waiting not willing to open. Why not, in the life of a gentle bloom is not in vain. The Flower God in a fit of rage will not bloom the flowers of the flower soul pulled back to the flower country.
The snow-covered only a never bloomed withered flowers in the cold wind at the mercy of the world's wind and rain ......
And we have always been unaware of the flowers in the end of what they are waiting for!
3. winter flowers essay 300 words countWhen the sky turns into a ghostly blue eyes, the city becomes a lonely island, sadness as the waves gently lapping the night's dream.
A season comes when you look back over your shoulder.
Those white flowers are like flying butterflies, one by one, one by one, blossoming in the braids of my hair and shoulders, just like young love competing for color in the spring; there is music coming out of their flying postures, just like the young body is a flower that can sing.
The sky is full of white flowers called "snow" ah, as if the injured feathers fluttering, scattered so shocking, who is fighting with fate?
I reached out to caress these feathers with pain, and melted in the palm, is a clear tears and a light sigh.
The forgiving earth will embrace them, and whether rotting or blooming, weeping or laughing, they will be nurtured into seeds in the soil that will sprout in the spring.
Frustration and trials are sometimes the fertile soil and rain of life's riches.
We have fought and endured to face the cold, in the snowy weather, moved to say, "Ah, that is the flower of life."
Plum, is the only in the cold, depressed winter open flowers, it defied the cold, open alone, accept that cold winter baptism, in that icy, cold winds almost whistling winter, proud of the snow bloom! Plum in the hundred flowers is the most backbone
, the strongest flower, in the face of cold weather, the hundred flowers have retreated. Although the chrysanthemum is also worthy of people's respect and appreciation, but in the face of that cold, sluggish winter, but also gradually stopped the footsteps, only that the pride of the plum blossom walk
to the winter of the flowers fear, in the north wind whistling, cold winds of the season, it will quietly bloom in the biting winds, exuding a burst of fragrance, the colder the weather, the more it is like a defiant people, not afraid of the harsh
Cold. Open more abundant, open more fragrant. The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold! If the spring flowers are the messenger of spring, it is better to say that its bloom is a welcome to the spring, and that the messenger to meet the spring is the plum blossom that opens proudly in the snow. Winter has
come, spring is still far away? The plum blossom welcomes the arrival of spring with its gusty fragrance. Although I have not seen the real plum blossom, but I am very yearning for it, very reverence, very appreciated, I appreciate it that does not
the quality of the cold, appreciate it that the spirit of the snow, appreciated it that a clanking bones. Plum blossom in that the north wind howling, snowy winter, snow open, defying the cold, to meet the beautiful spring! Speaking of the spirit of the plum blossom
spirit, I think of the Song Dynasty Fan Zhongyan and Bao Zheng, and the Ming Dynasty Qing official Hai Rui, they are not afraid of the power of the rich, and difficult, dangerous fight to the end of the spirit is not the spirit of the plum blossom? In the cold winter, only the bone of the plum
flowers bloom in the snow, to meet the spring hard struggle.
4. 300 words for winter flowering plantsOnce winter arrived, it should be a cold season, but the small garden is bustling with activity.
Although the flowers in the small garden can not withstand the cold has withered, but some non-flowering plants are still green.
In the morning, the small garden will come one after another to the early exercise people, some playing tai chi, some twisting, some do squatting, there are jogging ...... and rush to go to school for the children ...... to school time, the small garden was crowded with people, the majority of students, some two or two in playing badminton, some three or five a group of people playing the slide.
By the time it snows, the garden is more lively! This is the children's favorite season, a snow-white garden more busy little figure, some in the pile of snowmen, despite the smile of the face frozen red, but the sound of laughter is loud and clear, I play with other children in a snowball fight, "snowball fight in winter is the favorite game of the children," this is not true, we played a very happy! I first put a small part of the snow together, made a small snowball, aiming at a child, hit, ah ah! I missed. The second time, I tried again, haha, I hit the children's faces are covered with snow. Really fun!
The winter garden brings me endless joy!
5. Description of winter plants essay 400 wordsWinter is a beautiful season. And in this most beautiful season, there is also a kind of flower that I think is the most beautiful. This most beautiful flower is - the waxflower.
Waxberry flowers in winter are very beautiful. They defy the cold and stand proudly on the branches, letting people see its beauty and its strong and unyielding spirit.
There are two main types of waxberry flowers. One is the plain Waxberry. Their hearts are yellow and their petals are round and large. The other is the dog heart Waxberry. Their flower centers are red and their petals are narrow and pointed. In my personal opinion, I like the Dog Heart Plum.
There are many poems describing the flowers of the waxberry, and one of my favorites is Wang Anshi's "Plum". The poem is like this: the branch of the tree in the corner of the plum, the cold alone open. I know it is not the snow, but the dark fragrance. The reason I like it is: this poem can fully reflect the spirit of the wax plum flower which is strong and unyielding and not afraid of the difficulties it is afraid of.
In the cold winter, Lapis lazuli flowers bloom most vigorously, and after the snow, you can clearly see the figure of Lapis lazuli flowers in the snow. Although the waxberry flower has not been seen by people in other seasons, it still has no regrets. In the coldest winter bloom their most wonderful moment, for the cold winter to add a color.
This is my favorite waxberry flower!
6. Describe the winter plants in about 600 wordsThe 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 the stage performance of the "negative characters", they are willing to suffer, as long as the performance goes smoothly, they will think that the sweat is the manna; no matter how the director of the negative role will be uglified, they think that the success of the positive characters is their own responsibility.
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 beauty of the moving scene, but who cares about the "bad guy" for the filming of the "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'm not dazzling. I will do my best, even though I am not beautiful, and I will do my best, even though I am not dazzling, because I think it is more attractive to be a winter.
7. Description of the winter scenery of the composition 600 wordsFour seasons as a song, life as a poem. After the blossoming of spring, the bright sunshine of summer, the poetry and fruitfulness of fall, finally ushered in the winter. The city is rapidly cooling down, and the cold breath of winter is coming, through the bones of the cold.
Time flows silently, and the change of seasons dances slowly with the winter scenery. This season does not seem to have blossomed, just like inadvertently, with a few strokes of leisure, the clean winter sketched into a splash of ink like a painting, with a little poetry, a little bit of freshness, a little bit of vicissitude, but the rhyme is endless, want to talk about it.
Standing in the winter wind, feel the solemnity of winter. Looking away, the branches of the leaf has been sparse, the grass on the ground has been yellow, only some of the fine sunlight, dappled projected around, as if in the lonesome heart attached to a little bit of rich color, intentionally or unintentionally knocking the drowsy thoughts.
Winter is coming, everything will become lazy? You see, the clamor of the riverbed in the cold sleep, stopped the pace of rushing. You see, the river does not know when to condense, can no longer see the former bright reflection. You see, the fading leaves gently fluttered by, the birds quietly stood in the branches, counting the years in the winter landscape.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level, and I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get a new one.
The dust and smoke of the years, I do not know when, has been quietly loaded into the sleeves of the winter scenery, light sleep. I began to look for, frozen lines of poetry. In the depths of the memory of the snow melt, the spring scenery gradually clear, and the winter song, together with the painting ......