Describe the hard work of sanitation workers and the warmth of winter. What are the five levels of about 500 words?

Ah, winter is coming! It's time to get up in the morning, but I still can't afford to sleep under the quilt. At this moment, I know that winter is coming; When I put on some thick clothes gradually, I knew that winter was coming; When there is light snow in the sky, I know that winter is coming ... winter has quietly come to us without our knowing it. How mysterious winter is! The north wind blows, blowing on my face, as if I had been pricked, and it hurts. There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and only people wrap themselves like a big steamed stuffed bun. Some middle-aged women have also become "Arab women", leaving only a pair of confusing big eyes on their faces. However, those young girls are not like this. They walk gracefully in skirts and high heels. It is really "grace, not temperature". How naughty winter is! Oh! Winter has come, and even our warm Suzhou has snowed heavily. You see, when you look around, you simply come to a world wrapped in silver-beautiful snowflakes put a beautiful coat on everything, everything is white, and the roof, ground, treetops ... and even cars are covered with sparkling snow. It seems that the whole world is covered with snow, and the whole world is decorated with snow. Warm winter has also come out, let's warm up. Ah, winter also has a lovely side! Whether it's spring with flowers and birds, sunny summer, or cool autumn from golden phoenix, I still like winter wrapped in silver makeup! Write 500 words in winter 2: As the saying goes, winter means that everything starts in spring and ends in autumn. Spring is the season when everything recovers, but the cradle of spring is winter. When it comes to winter, people will think of the desolate scene of the north wind whistling and the heavy snow falling, saying that winter mercilessly deprives life of everything, but who can deny that there is a vibrant warm current of life flowing under the thick ice! Winter is pure and beautiful. It turns into snowflakes and covers the earth with a white body. At this point, everything is wrapped in silver and looks pure as ice. The bare branches are covered with white "pears". When the wind blows, flowers fall one after another, just like silvery white butterflies flying in the air. "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", isn't this poem a praise to winter? Winter gives people beautiful enjoyment, which is a pure and simple beauty. It is as beautiful as a delicate crystal, and people can see its intentions at a glance. Every time the water drops into ice, winter turns into a swirl of snowflakes, gently embracing the crops and letting them enjoy the caress and warmth in the middle of winter. It ruthlessly freezes pests that harm crops and makes crops grow with peace of mind. Once spring sprouts, winter will quietly melt itself into sweet spring and flow into the soil silently, so that young seedlings can enjoy it. But when the spring is strong, there is no trace of winter. It is selfless to buy all the love with your own life in winter. Winter is to sharpen the will and exercise courage. We should not refuse it, but embrace this friend with open arms-winter. Meidong Meidong is a little girl who loves cleanliness. She came to the embrace of Mother Earth in a white suit. There is a "small flower basket" in winter, which is filled with beautiful snowflakes and gently sprinkled all over the earth. Pieces of white and flawless snowflakes dance gracefully like elves, and dance in the arms of Mother Earth like feathers and butterflies. Look, the little tree has put on white clothes, and the earth has been covered with thick quilts ... From a distance, it is a fairy-tale white world. The children can't wait to reach out their little hands to catch the glittering snowflakes. Who knows that the little snowflake disappeared like a naughty doll in the blink of an eye and became a wet mark on the clothes. Winter also brings us endless fun. After class on campus, we stepped on the cotton-like snow one by one, trying to draw a beautiful picture. Everyone was playing with snow in the flying snowflakes. Some are having snowball fights, and small snowballs are flying around in the air like bullets, hitting many students' clothes. Some people are making a snowman. They first make two big snowballs to make the snowman's body, and then put eyes and mouths on the snowman ... the snowman is ready! A gust of wind blew, and the snowman seemed to wave and smile at us. The campus is full of laughter, which brings warm colors to this cold winter. This is a beautiful picture drawn in winter, a gift given to us in winter, ah! I love this beautiful winter, and I love the fairy snow in winter. The composition of 500 words describing winter: winter goes to spring, spring comes to beauty, summer goes to summer to be warm, autumn goes to autumn to be quiet, what is winter? There is no warmth in summer, no beauty in spring, only this vast expanse of whiteness, but I still have a soft spot for winter. It's too hot in summer, and the red sun sweats. Only in winter, although the weather is very cold, the sun still gives us warmth. Many people don't like winter, it's cold, they talk at home, and when they get up in the morning, they just want to hide in the quilt. I like winter for a reason. Without winter, there is no happiness, there is no Christmas, and children are playing games. Look: Making a snowman, having a snowball fight and skating are very exciting and interesting. Santa Claus also plays with us, but he is very happy. Every household has a Christmas tree, which I envy. I heard that plum blossoms bloom in winter, which is very beautiful. Many poets have written poems about plum blossom: both Mao Zedong and Lu You praised plum blossom for its spirit of not being afraid of difficulties and hardships and being brave in fighting against them. I never really. Winter is innocent and lively. When it rains, there are snowflakes everywhere, floating in every corner, one after another, like snowflakes, like white butterflies, flying all over the sky, looking around, rivers, mountains and branches have become white rivers, white mountains and white branches. I was playing with my friends in the light snow, still steaming. Snowflakes are still flying in the air. I put my warm little hand into the sky. Snow, like a shy plant, turns into water as soon as it reaches my hand. When we appreciate winter, we forget an unknown object, that is, pine and cypress trees that never wither all year round, just to beautify the environment. At night, I lay in bed and only heard the sound of snowflakes flying. In this voice, I entered a sweet dream. Winter Winter is coming, and the weather is getting colder and colder. There are cold winds blowing around us in the fields, trees, parks. She washed away the coolness of autumn and brought a chill to people. Winter is ruthless, whipping the world like a whip, growling at people like a lion, and endless. Listen, shout-shout-shout, the wind is like the roaring Yellow River; Look, the branches beside us are shaking violently. Dust is flying everywhere, but Malik is rushing. Under the cold wind, the tung leaves at the entrance of the campus are gone, leaving only bare branches. When the cold wind blows, it seems to be particularly energetic. In the field, the original patches of green grass have now turned yellow. It seems to put a dress on the earth and add warmth to them. Only the vigorous pine tree, still dressed in green, stands bravely and fearlessly. The sun came out when we had morning classes. There is a river opposite our classroom. When the cold wind blows, the blue water waves emit faint light, as if afraid of the cold. Small fish surfaced from time to time, as if feeling the cold in winter. Everything around us has changed. In fact, we have changed. Now I have put on a lot of thin clothes, which look particularly swollen, but there is nothing I can do, otherwise the ruthless cold wind will make us tremble. But there is also a bright side. You can make a snowman when it snows. Snowball brings us infinite happiness. If there were no winter, there would be no our beautiful nature. This is winter, a winter full of fun. #p# Subtitle #e# Composition describing winter 500 words 6: Winter is like a naughty little fairy in white. Holding a basket made of white bamboo, there are countless snowflakes in it. As soon as she dumped herself, the snowflakes in the basket fell. In the stream, it turned into a beautiful little flower; On the flower, it becomes a small water drop; On the way, it turned into ice; Fell on the roof and became pieces of "fallen leaves"; Fell on the grass ... a piece of white, like a white ocean. Like a magician in winter. He pointed with his hand and the snowflake landed where he pointed. Like a small and exquisite dancing white butterfly; It is like a beautifully carved silver-white fallen leaf. He threw the snowflake mercilessly from the mortal world as soon as his body swung, like a strict god official. To complete his mission, he must drive these naughty little guys down! Winter is Santa Claus, and its mission is to give snowflakes to everyone. This is their Christmas present. They are masters of the world, and this thing must be given to them. They must accept it whether you like it or not! In winter, you are an unparalleled Hercules. You can lift snowflakes that no one can lift. You are the most powerful person in the world, and no one can compare with you. Everyone admires your endless strength. Everyone else thinks you must be middle-aged. I told you loudly that I was wrong. She is not a middle-aged man, but a beautiful and lovely little girl. She is only 22 years old! In winter, I love you, love your whiteness, nobility and beauty! Winter is a cold killer. He killed many lovely little souls. He withered flowers, grass and leaves. You see, all the leaves of poplar trees fell overnight. From a distance, it looks like a golden wave rolling up and down. Listen, the sound of flowers sighing in the wind and the words of grass crying under the moon are so helpless and sad. The birds heard their sighs and cries. There is no winter hiding in the south. But winter is a gentle girl. She painted the morning sun red and spread white gauze on the earth. You see, the sun rising in Ran Ran in the blue sky appears from behind a tree, like a drunk's face. Its brilliance shines on the earth and brings a little warmth to people. The country road is covered with frost and rustles under people's feet. Winter is a weak old man. He once hobbled in Cang Sang, suffering from snowstorms, but he still did not change his love for nature. You see, winter wheat seedlings are covered with quilts, deciduous trees are the winter fertilizer he insists on cultivating, and the fields ravaged by pests are the pesticides he applies. He makes pine trees greener, wintersweet more fragrant and the sky higher. People are stronger. He gave all his best things to the world and kept nothing for himself. When the footsteps of spring approached, he left so suddenly and gave his hopes and blessings to the new year. In winter, no matter what posture you present in front of us, you are the most Leng Yan, beautiful and unforgettable. Winter in my hometown in winter, the wind is cold, the snow is falling, it is freezing three feet, and the north wind is howling-of all the winters I have ever seen, only the winter in my hometown is the most beautiful! In my hometown, on winter nights, when you are about to fall asleep; When you are sleepy; When you swim in your dream-the wind blows off the last leaf on the old tree, only Song Qing is welcoming the snow with the earth. Then, snowflakes are falling-falling on the roof, treetops, vast land and frozen lake like fairy veils-and everything is covered with a layer of flawless snow, which is crystal clear in the night. At this moment, you suddenly woke up. In the early morning of winter, before dawn, you are sleepy and remembering the beautiful scenery in your sleep. You are infinitely relaxed, remembering that the stars in the sky have not faded. The snow scene at this time is so beautiful, ethereal, white and blue, you can enjoy it without worrying about hurting your eyes. You slowly walked out of the room and into the yard. Fields, mountains, rapids, streams-is this in the picture? Or in a dream? No, how can this be in a dream? How can there be such a beautiful snow scene in my dream? Snowflakes kept falling, covering everything in the world, and even the dirty mire became pure and beautiful. Winter in my hometown is really beautiful! Winter is a mirror of a cold night, revealing a trace of cold. In this season, the impression is always particularly deep. If someone asks me what kind of season I like, I will not hesitate to answer: "winter." I don't know why, I'm always curious about winter, and I always have special feelings for winter. I don't understand my curiosity about winter, but I feel that I and it are inexplicably involved in us by the lifeline. But I'm just a light ball. As soon as it comes near, I will be held back by it. But when it passes by, I will lose my life, just like a deflated ball. Maybe because I was born in winter, I should like winter. But I am always puzzled by it, and it will be touched inexplicably in winter. In my opinion, winter is the peak of memory, and the days in winter will always be pulled away by the rope. My friend confirmed it. So in winter, I pay special attention to everything. In winter, my mood is always heavy, especially when the weather is bad, but occasionally I feel excited. In winter, sometimes I don't even understand myself. I always feel dizzy in winter. It may be the day of hibernation. But I don't want to give up my life. I spent such a beautiful day in a deep sleep, but I didn't feel it. So I won't be willing. After all, there is only one winter in a year. However, there is no good pastime in winter, because there is always meditation. However, sometimes new discoveries are made in meditation. If one of the four seasons must be removed, I don't care if it disappears except winter. I don't like places where the seasons are like spring. Because it is too monotonous, in my feeling, spring, summer and autumn seem to be the same. Sometimes I wonder what would happen without winter. Although if there is no winter, the earth will still turn and people will still live, but it is really scary to think about it. I like winter very much, but it always seems like a dream to me. Dreams start in autumn and wake up in spring. At the end of autumn, I unconsciously stepped into winter, then into winter, and then into spring. I always feel that winter passes quickly.