In winter, the first thing we have to do is to put on a big cotton-padded jacket and get ready for winter, but do you feel it? There are warm days. The following is the "6 words of composition that is not cold this winter" compiled by me for everyone, for reference only, and you are welcome to read it. It's not cold this winter. 6 words
It's already winter. In the past, it was cold for a long time. But now it's December, and we can still go out in two clothes in the afternoon. The sunshine outside hangs over our place and refuses to bring the information of winter.
Mother said, "It's not that it's not cold this winter, but the cold air hasn't gone south yet." Somehow, I was looking forward to the arrival of winter, which I hated very much.
We don't have snow here in winter, but it's still quite cold. I remember wearing sweaters by this time. But this year's winter is not cold yet, which is disappointing. Winter is meaningless without its unique charm. The messenger of winter is late in the future.
just wait, wait for it to come. Composition
Today is a slight cold, and I finally look forward to winter. I felt it early, enjoying the biting wind and rubbing my cold hands. My mood suddenly brightened up a lot. This is called winter. Although there is no snow and no frost, we can accept it cheerfully. It should be cold when it is cold, so that the four seasons can be clearly defined.
The late winter seems to show its apologies. At 1: or 2: noon, although the sun is still shining, there is a strong wind blowing, which means it is silent "sorry". But can we blame it for its lateness? Composition
With the sharp increase in the amount of energy consumed by human beings, greenhouse gases have "turned into" the greenhouse effect, making the global climate continue to warm. Because of it, winter is becoming more and more "lazy and late"; Because of it, the previously snow-covered areas bid farewell to the "trace" of snow.
we, we, we, all this probably "owes" to us! ! Climate, climate, climate, climate has replaced nature to warn us! !
finally, I can only say helplessly, "This winter is not cold!" " This winter is not cold. Composition 6 words 2
Winter is cold, and everyone will feel cold; Although I am in the weather "ice cave", my heart is warm, because I have the warmest cotton-padded jacket!
On that winter night, the cold wind outside the window was chilling, and people were shivering everywhere. People in the street were so cold that they put on their big coats. The trees were dry and ugly without green background. Some of the ground was frozen and white, and I shivered. The cotton-padded jacket I wore was also dirty and thin, and it was urgent to replace the thick and new cotton-padded jacket. There was a rustle in my ear ...
After a while, the rustle became clearer, which made me unable to sleep, so I involuntarily opened my eyes to find out. Only to see a familiar figure, ah! It's grandma. I saw grandma's brow twisted into a knot in one's heart, her pale face was covered with wrinkles, and she looked so old. A pair of tired eyes were laboriously open, and the top of her head looked white-haired. It seemed that there was no trace of life. A pair of rough and wrinkled hands sewed a small unfinished cotton-padded jacket with difficulty. I was shocked. Grandma just blurted out, but I just swallowed it, because I didn't want to disturb her. I must look at it! I saw grandma holding the needle with difficulty, sipping the thread with her mouth, then winding the thread around the end of the needle, then picking up the cotton-padded jacket, carefully stabbing a needle eye with the needle, and gently inserting the needle, and then slowly turning left and right in the cotton-padded jacket with the needle, the thread was undulating, just like the winding Badaling Great Wall in Beijing. Grandma closed her eyes for a while from time to time, and suddenly a cough interrupted my train of thought. It turned out that grandma was overworked. My eyes gradually became moist, and I was moved to tears. Finally, I couldn't help calling out "Grandma" gently.
Grandma was startled involuntarily, and the needle in her hand fell on the cotton-padded jacket, so she turned her head and said, "Kid, what are you doing? Go to sleep quickly. "
"But you should also pay attention to your health!" I said excitedly.
"I just took a nap and couldn't sleep. Grandma also wants to muddle through. ""What do you care so much? Go to sleep quickly. "
I close my eyes again, but I want to knock over my mind like a five-flavor bottle. My grandmother sewed a cotton-padded jacket for me on such a cold winter night, which led to a cold recurrence, but I didn't say "tired" or "bitter" myself. Grandma's cotton-padded jacket was the warmest, and this winter night was my warmest! It's not cold this winter. Writing 6 words three
"It should be nine days when the snow is flying, the Qionghua withers, and I look up at the mountains and rivers, wearing plain makeup, covering the vast expanse of color, getting thicker and thicker, and overlapping layers ..." Occasionally, I turned to the book and saw this word, indulging in the artistic conception described in the book. Looking out of the window, there are only sparse pedestrians on the cold and lonely road, and only a few dead leaves are scattered on the branches.
I suddenly found that it was winter. I want to go out for a walk and feel the atmosphere described in the poem.
as soon as I went out, I felt cold, so I couldn't help wrapping my clothes tightly before I went on walking. The wind beat the withered branches and groaned helplessly. A strong wind blew, rolled up the yellow leaves and turned around. Loneliness, cold. There is no aesthetic feeling depicted in the poem, only the biting cool wind and the solemn silence.
it's not only the cold that comes with winter, but also the dusty wind and dust that sings all the way. Hope in winter is as thin as a few yellow leaves left on the treetops, neither tactfully nor hesitatingly. Sigh, I don't know how long it will last, just as I don't know whether the rut on the ground will drive to deeper winter or spring with the north wind.
I'm a little confused and even a little sad. I want to end this walk in a hurry. Suddenly, in the depths of this path, a little red came into view. Approaching slowly, I found that this is a plum blossom that has just opened. Because it's only early winter, it still looks a little immature, but I can already smell the faint fragrance and take a deep breath, only to feel refreshing. This little flower, swaying in the cold wind, is fighting ... No matter whether it is lonely or cold, it can't knock him down. I am amazed that such a weak little flower dares to bloom its own beauty and embellish the monotonous winter in this season when everything is dying. Desperate to stick to your hopes, your ideals, and strive to achieve your mission. The words of plum blossom are strong, and I think it also represents hope. Even in such a lonely season, it is warm everywhere. Because there is hope.
finally, the cold wind was defeated and disappeared in this war with this plum blossom. The sky also cleared away the haze, revealing the sunshine, which warmed the plum blossom and made her smile more beautiful. Similarly, this weak sunshine is enough to give a little warmth and dissipate the haze in my heart.
On my way home, a gust of north wind brushed my cheeks, but I was surprised to find that it didn't get more biting. I saw that the boundless earth did not stop its vitality. Although it was covered with cracked ground, I did not deny that it was better than spring. Because, I see the hope everywhere.
where there is hope, there is warmth, so it is spring everywhere. This winter is not cold. It's not cold this winter. Snowflakes are flying, revealing that winter has begun. Thick snow covered the earth like a quilt, and falling snowflakes made the street branches bend over. There are few pedestrians in the street, and they are all "armed", lumbering down eye-catching footprints and guiding the direction of home. Cold is a sign of winter, but it is not as suitable as cold. The flu comes in winter. Unfortunately, the cold comes to me. Now, it is several weeks.
People don't want to travel in winter. The warmth of home makes people want to stay at work, and they flinch at the window covered with cloth. I feel dizzy and sleepy, as if I were in an oven, and it would explode if I reached a certain temperature. I couldn't help turning over, my eyelids were so thick that I couldn't open my eyes. The back of my hand, which felt cold in confusion, was attached to my forehead, which could relieve my hot and cold touch and I couldn't help rubbing it. "It's so hot ... rhinitis caused by a cold ..." I vaguely heard someone talking, but I wanted to see it, but I had to continue to suffer in the heat.
It's rhinitis. My mother prepared several pairs of traditional Chinese medicines for the doctor, and called the company to ask for leave and then went to boil the medicine.
Near noon, the cold winter wind swept through the gap in the window and blew on me. I couldn't help shivering and opened my eyes. I saw my mother holding something to help me up. "Good boy, it's not hard to feel after drinking the medicine." The gentle voice caressed my burning body like a breeze, and the coolness passed to my brain, prompting me to take medicine. The unpleasant smell of traditional Chinese medicine stimulated my nasal nerves, and I couldn't help but spit it out. The thick black potion, like ammunition, jumped onto my mother's white sweater and quickly spread out, turning into a yellow stain. I couldn't help retching again. Mother patted my back quietly until I fell asleep again. I had to breathe through my mouth because my nose was blocked, and my dizziness made my eyebrows wrinkle. My hands smoothed the eyebrows that looked like hills, and then slapped me. It seems that when I was a child, I slept peacefully. But I didn't know that a tear-like pearl in the corner of my mother's eye moistened my chapped lips along my cheek ... < P > In the evening, after feeding my medicine, my mother went to the kitchen in silence. Some clear-cut thoughts made me throw up all over my mother, sit in a daze, suddenly write "I love you, mother" on the frosty window, and then laugh stupidly, and then erase it with my hand, while my mother was leaning on the door and looking at me, and her mouth was hooked. I looked at the thick snow outside the window, and my mother looked at me. The deep warmth lingered around and formed love.
Perhaps, cold is a sign of winter, and this winter, it is not cold.