Winter is a happy season. I love winter, and I love winter in my hometown. "Xiaoshan housing network"
Winter in my hometown is beautiful, winter in my hometown is very cold, and winter in my hometown is endless.
In the vast gray clouds, there are sparkling little snowflakes. Snowflakes floated to the hillside, covered the hillside with comfortable quilts, floated to the roof, covered the roof with thick cotton-padded clothes, floated to the earth, and covered the earth with beautiful silver.
In the snowy environment, the children are making snowmen, having snowball fights, having snowball fights in the snow, and having a good time.
Next to the snow, there is a garden in which chrysanthemums have been covered with snow and ice. There is also a cedar in the flower bed, standing proudly, facing the biting cold wind. Cedar is covered with ice strips, like silver chrysanthemums, crystal clear. The sun came out, and the sun shone on the ice bars, reflecting dazzling light, which was beautiful.
At this time, I was intoxicated by the charming snow in my hometown.
I love you-winter in my hometown!
My hometown is Deyang, Sichuan. Winter in my hometown is not as cold as in the north, and there is no goose feather and heavy snow.
In the morning, I opened the curtains and saw nothing. Ah, the fog is so white and pure!
I carry my schoolbag on my back and walk on my way to school. It's quiet around, but I'm glad to hear the whining of cars and people crying, but I can't see it. Dew-covered vegetation on the roadside looms in the fog, as if it were competing with the fog.
By ten o'clock in the morning, the fog had gradually dispersed. The sun jumped out of the clouds, but it was not dazzling at all. Later, the sun rose, emitting thousands of rays. The light shines on the dew-covered vegetation, making the vegetation "sparkling".
At night, there is no one in the street, and lakes, parks and streets become quieter. Occasionally a gust of wind blows, making the willows sway their branches. At this time, the light on the edge of Jinghu Lake gave off a faint light and reflected on Jinghu Lake, which became more quiet. The whole Deyang is sleepy again.
Winter in my hometown is quiet and beautiful.
I'm from the northeast. When I first came to Nanjing, I didn't like winter in the south. I always feel that winter without my hometown is interesting.
If this winter is in the north, it will be unique.
Speaking of winter in my hometown, I can't help but mention ice and snow. The snow and ice gave us a special sense of satisfaction-yes, can this be called a winter without snow? When the snow elves come, they fly all over the sky like feathers, falling on trees, houses, vegetable fields, rivers and even the hearts of every northeast person: another winter is coming! Less than a meal. There is a floor on the ground. At this time, the children will shout, rush out of the house and jump and run in the snow, as if this beautiful winter belongs to us children. When I was a child, I always made a snowman and had snowball fights with my friends. At that time, I was weak, and a day was still a pile of snow, but we would still play in the snow for a day. Gradually grow up, sometimes I will sit quietly on the windowsill, silently watching the snowflakes fall, watching the snowflakes slowly decorate the mountains and rivers into silver; Sometimes I will go out of the house, look up and feel the cool feeling of snowflakes falling on my face, reach out my hands to pick up the glittering snowflakes and watch them slowly melt in my palm. The snow in my hometown is delicious!
Speaking of winter in my hometown, I can't help but mention sauerkraut pork soup. Take sauerkraut, make some fat pork (we don't want lean meat, we don't eat fat meat, we just borrow flavor), put a little seasoning, and a pot of the most distinctive dishes in the north will be ready. If once upon a time, it was a family sitting around the kang and drinking steaming and delicious sauerkraut soup, it would be comfortable. If we are in our hometown now, I think our family must be sitting in a warm room this winter, eating the sauerkraut soup made by our mother, looking at the beautiful snow scene outside the window and talking about our favorite topics!
But in this southern winter, there is no snow, no sauerkraut soup, and there is no heating in the house. I sit in the house shivering.
Thinking of this, I miss my hometown more, and miss the winter that lingers in my heart!
2. How to write the winter composition Jingui in my hometown?
Surrounded by mountains, it is as high as a cloud, and its color is bronze blue. Qing Taiping is just lying in this huge bronze Jue full of ancient flavor, and the school is firmly in the east of the Jue bottom.
When bucket handle gradually pointed to the west, Goldwind fell straight into the bronze knight from nine days away. It's cool in autumn, the trees begin to comb off butterflies whose branches turn yellow gradually, and the rocks are dripping with crystal green. Autumn is yellow, it dyes crops yellow and gilds chrysanthemums, and the fruits of the autumn branches gradually show sunshine-like colors.
Among the many landscapes dyed yellow by the golden wind, osmanthus is not eye-catching. She is not as dazzling as the yellow of crops, nor as dazzling as the golden light of chrysanthemums, nor as coveted as the yellow of fruits. She is deeply hidden in the green leaves. If you don't pay attention and look carefully, you won't find her. But she reminds you with her unique breath-she is coming! She's so smart! You can't stop, look up and blush. ...
Sometimes when you think about it, the fragrance of this flower seems unreasonable: how can a small flower release so much fragrance? After being washed away by the cool breeze and nourished by Shan Lan, the fragrance of flowers wafted everywhere, and this bronze wine jue was loaded and overflowed from this mountain to the earth, which was really fragrant. It seems that the autumn wind is no longer the autumn wind, but the newly cooked rain for many years; Dangui is no longer Dangui, but a new roasted tea; This mountain nest is no longer a mountain nest, just like a green "charming". Autumn wind, like water, poured into the coffin from the outer space, let Jingui release the fragrance accumulated for a year, and rose, spread, churned and diffused in the jade coffin ... Unexpectedly, it was filled with the fragrance of the coffin, so that Gui Xiang was everywhere. Even with the autumn wind, it has not lost its fragrance. Rain and fog, its fragrance is more elegant; Steamed every day and brewed every month, the fragrance becomes more mellow.
If you think about it carefully, this fragrance is well-founded: sweet-scented osmanthus is small, but its fragrance is natural and rich. Look carefully at the four petals of small flowers full of branches, all of which are squeezed out. Every flower wants to attract the attention of new people with its own fragrance, hoping that it smells better than the surrounding flowers, so it works harder to release the news of autumn. Many flowers compete for fragrance, and this fragrance is natural and mellow, which is far more attractive than a goose yellow charming English, attracting every passerby to stay under the tree. And the spirit of beauty is everywhere between green mountains and green waters, and the four seasons are endless. As far as possible, give this kind of landscape exotic flowers and herbs. There are more osmanthus trees than other tree people, so other flowers are not as fragrant as osmanthus. Zhong Ling is the only one who has beautiful seedlings. She has no reason to stop smelling it. Osmanthus fragrans really lived up to Zhong Ling's education, and tried to volatilize the fragrance stored all the year round, filling this beautiful stream like a coffin. What a bitter heart, what hard work, what a pious and hearty evaporation!
Whenever the laurel tree is under, I always stop to appreciate it; Every time I stop to taste enlightenment, I am always moved!
My mother bought some soybeans from the supermarket, and it suddenly occurred to her: What does soybeans look like when they grow up? I'm going to soak soybeans I grabbed a handful of soybeans, put them in a cup, added some water, and pinched them with my hands. Soybeans are hard. After a while, some soybeans became a little bigger, and the skin of some soybeans was wrinkled. After a while, some beans burst, some beans became bigger, and the big ones were two to three times smaller. Beans under water are bigger and wetter than those on water, and beans on water are smaller and drier than those under water. After a while, I found that the underwater soybeans were pressed by the soybeans on the water surface, and there was no fresh air and no germination. The soybeans above the water surface are too dry, without moisture and germination, but the soybeans in the middle have both moisture and sufficient oxygen, so some of them germinate. That bud is cute: the pale yellow bud sticks out from the soybean, just like the soybean has teeth, and the bud is a little curved, so cute! Unfortunately, several buds were crushed. My mother said that soybeans can't be pressed like this, and they have to be spread out to germinate. So we help the soybeans move, move them from cups to pots, and then spread them evenly.
Gradually, more beans germinated. I saw that the root part of the bud connected with soybean was light green, the tip part of the bud was a little light red, and the middle part of the bud was the thickest and white. I found that the longer the bud, the thicker it is. Some little guys took off their coats. It may be too hot!
As time went by, adzuki bean seedlings grew bigger and bigger and began to turn green. However, a pungent smell came to my face. Why do soybean sprouts stink? It turns out that some beans are rotten, which is the bad smell they give off. There are many peeled bean skins in the basin. I looked at it carefully. Oh, it was broken by MengMeng.
Through the experience of soaking soybeans during this time, I know that as long as you observe carefully, you will get something.
Winter in my hometown 1 how to write it?
So the wind blew again. ..
With the footsteps of the wind, I stepped into another winter.
However, there is no cold current, "no wind and frost", no rain and snow, and no Ogilvy's backbone this winter. Sunshine still has the same mood and gentleness as spring, which makes the earth recover-but it has lost the heart of spring and the heartbeat, and everything is as quiet as suffocation. You see, patches of grass on the football field are like vicissitudes of life-dry and yellow. It's just thinking
I stood on the court and looked up. People swarmed in. What should I do? The audience cried on the stage set. It's amazing to see the ants-like students screaming and screaming desperately. "This is very shocking. Teachers protect students in the competition, and teachers abuse students who are not in the top few in every way in the competition; The teacher treats every student with a straight face, and the teacher cares about every student with great joy. .. in various ways and ways!
This is a winter without snow.
The wind raged, and people gradually lost their senses and became indifferent to human feelings. Is it necessary to show concern? Is the surface that important? Isn't the inner blessing more real?
In contrast, I prefer the cold winter, because it is true, and I prefer to wander in the bleak autumn wind, because it is true. The breeze is wonderful, but it is mixed with muddy soil, because it is not pure white and impure, which can be said to be hypocrisy. Of course, spring is loved, but it is mixed with many intrigues, because it is not pure beauty, nor is it full of flowers.
In this snowy winter, I looked up at the wreckage left by the goshawk flying in the sky and lay greedily on the lifeless grassland, letting countless grass clippings dance around me and have a rest.
Shelley said, "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Indeed, spring comes after winter. So, how long will it take for the next real winter?
Sand is flying all over the sky
It is snowing all over the sky.
Has spring gone?
Is winter coming?
I'm still here.
It doesn't snow in winter and I haven't seen snow when I go home. The last snow I experienced in Heilongjiang was the one in early 2005. In the morning, a thick layer of snow climbed on the ground. Squeak, carefully step on other people's footprints and move around until you are late, but it is only a short distance from the dormitory to the classroom. It's okay. In this weather, being late becomes a matter of course. It's almost noon, someone ran to the classroom and walked over to say that they had just got a taxi. Not without pride. There is no snow in my hometown, and it is dirty and shallow everywhere. I want to write a composition in primary school. The teacher asked to write about his hometown. This vulgar topic has been written for many years. My topic at that time was "Who doesn't say our hometown is good". Wrote a lot of words magnificently. Now that I think about it, it was ridiculous at that time. I have never felt that my hometown is better, and I have never loved it. Maybe I thought I loved, but I just thought I should love. I have been studying abroad since high school, and I have been at home for about a month every year for these years. This is the first holiday in college, which is the longest time to go home in these years. But I stay at home every day. Not just the cold. It's also because I can't bear to see the ugly appearance of my hometown. The shallow self-righteousness that can be seen everywhere makes me no longer interested in staying where I used to wander. Why haven't they changed over the years? I am not a little girl with horns. They seem to be stuck in time and no longer move forward. Perhaps, it is the growing people who interpret the past that is gone forever. Every time I come back, I hate my hometown more. Here, there are humble quarrels that you have never seen before. So many children who drop out of school make a hullabaloo about in the street prematurely. Men with beer bellies swear and brag about the money in their pockets. Many women wear heavy makeup and sway, twisting their waists and not forgetting to put cigarettes in their mouths. All this makes my heart ache. I can't love my hometown anymore. Every time I think of this place, where I grew up, I can't find a trace of beauty. I don't know what else I can praise here and miss the heartache at some point in the future. In such a snowy winter, my hometown has no qualification to hide its ugliness. Chen Xue, who got off early, formed a hard board on the ground with all kinds of black footprints on it. Dust mixed with these dirty snow, grinning wantonly in every corner. I don't like snow all the time, and suddenly I hope it will snow. The next heavy snow will cover all this up. Bury such a winter. Today is the old calendar year. My space is still deserted, just like such a deserted hometown. But I will try my best to make sapce better and better. And my hometown, I hope that in the winter without snow, I can miss it with a smile. I don't know if my men and women are as faint as snowflakes in the year of the old calendar. Spring is coming, let's have another snow.
4. How to write a composition about the winter scenery in my hometown? The memory of that land has been somewhat mottled and incomplete. For example, the stiff and broken cement skin fell off one after another, leaving scattered fragments. However, a vast expanse of whiteness stubbornly exists. ...
When I was a child, I moved to Guangdong, a warm and humid city. In winter, only the biting cold wind makes the face and fingers cold. But I can never see snow-covered mountains, houses and roads again. Inevitably, I feel disappointed.
I like to go back to my hometown in snowy winter and see familiar faces. You can hide in the house, sit around the heater and watch the jumping flame shine in the honeycomb briquette. While enjoying the beautiful dance of irregular crystals outside the window, we ate mutton and new year's goods. Talk a lot. After a hearty meal, tie up your trouser legs and go out to enjoy the scenery of this snowy country.
It seems all the way. The numbers on the mountain are getting darker and darker against the background. There is a white hat on the top of the tree, like a gentle angels in white. Some fragile saplings were crushed by snow and could not be * * *. The top of the mountain is all white, but the uneven distribution of crystals gives the mountain a color, one white and one dark yellow, which is not inferior to that when it is green.
When the sun is about to set, the yellowish sunlight leans on the roof, lying like a shy girl, blushing slightly.
In Guangdong, it is different. Although it is not as hot as the tropics, there is no snow all year round, so the atmosphere in winter is not strong. After the winter solstice, the leaves on the seashore will not fall. Sometimes cold air strikes, causing the temperature to plummet, and it will be cold for a week at most. When the gray clouds cleared, the dawn gradually appeared, and the sky in the city was gray, and the air was filled with the fragrance of the earth and some breath of spring.
The cold winter in Hunan is the season of being wrapped. In the morning, the old man put on heavy cotton-padded clothes and went out for a walk to keep fit. Leave a string of deep and shallow marks on the soft snow. Naughty children will naively jump down along those sunken footprints and chase them all the way. Step on it and find that your palm-sized feet are getting smaller and smaller. Then giggle, others can't help laughing.
The roads in my hometown are roof-shaped, so that the melted snow can flow into the sewers. Snow soaked the soil. At this time, the street is no longer a piece of glistening. Gradually, the footsteps of pedestrians brought new colors to this fluffy snow. This is the ugliest time of snow, and the snow mixed with soil is "dirty", which makes people feel distressed. The whiteness of snow is like a flash in the pan. This short and hopeless beauty goes deep into the bone marrow and will never go away.
A time for a visual feast. Streets and alleys are full of festive China Red, and people's expectations for the coming year are posted at the door. Adults and children travel together, and colorful skirts make people feel happy. In the evening, fireworks are decadent, colorful crab claw chrysanthemums and hydrangeas. Free to bloom.
The land that I left but never gave up, the winter scenery of that land is as thin as silk, and if it is intermittent, it is entangled in my heart. ...
5. "Winter in my hometown" essay, how to write at the end that a north wind blows and winter comes quietly. It seems that autumn is not over yet, and winter can't wait to come. As soon as the temperature dropped at first, I put on a thick sweater and coat without paying attention. Only then did I realize that winter had arrived. In my hometown in winter, everything sleeps, and occasionally there are plum blossoms, just a little. In winter in my hometown, Guangdong and Fujian are as warm as spring, and Qilu is as warm as Jinan and sunny. In winter in my hometown, my hometown in winter is made of Daidai, and I am beaming. In winter in my hometown, although there is no green vitality, there is snow as a foil. You see, the son of white clouds and the angel of the sky, Snow White, came to the world, making a lot of noise. The wind chased and fell on other people's roofs, becoming a Pian Yu tile; It fell on a dead tree and became a white flower; It fell on the yellow land and became a thick blanket. Snow in my hometown, like naughty dolls, comes early and comes late. Sometimes it will snow in beginning of winter soon; Sometimes, I haven't seen him for a long time, and he didn't come to this world in a hurry until Miss Chun came. However, he loves the world. Sooner or later, it will snow almost every year. The snow in my hometown is lovely, as the saying goes: "Good snow in good years"! He covered the wheat seedlings with a thick quilt, which not only kept the water in the field from losing, but also killed the pests. He is still a child. People in his hometown like snow dolls very much! My hometown is full of joy in winter. Why? Oh, it turns out that after winter, people have ushered in the most anticipated festival. During the festival, every household hangs lanterns, people are busy and delicious, and children also take out good fireworks and set them off in the sky. Seeing this, everyone should understand the festival, right? The annual Spring Festival. On the reunion festival, people sit around a table, have a happy New Year's Eve dinner and watch the Spring Festival Gala. At night, light drives away darkness, and warmth drives away cold. Winter in my hometown is full of vitality, but it is decorated with snow. Although cold, it was dispelled by the warmth and enthusiasm of the world. Winter in my hometown has quietly come and gone. Winter hometown is full of winter breath, warm and beautiful!
6. Write an essay about the winter in my hometown, with an outline of at least 400 words. Winter in my hometown is beautiful, lovely and warm. It is always so young, full of energy and charm, and has a color that is not found anywhere else. It's always warm, forever, forever ... It's winter, but I don't feel a chill living in my hometown. It has snowed in the north. If there is no sunshine, can winter in my hometown be called warm? The sunshine in winter is different from the three seasons of spring, summer and autumn. The vision in summer is "beauty", representing * * *; Autumn sunshine is "wonderful", which represents a bumper harvest; The sunshine in winter is "strange", which means warmth. It is not as gentle as the sunshine in spring, as beautiful as the sunshine in summer, and as amazing as autumn. It is sprinkled on the hillside in the distance, tying a yellow headband to the trees on the hillside. It was filmed on the nearby lake, and a string of yellow diamonds was inlaid on the algae in the lake; Embedded in white clouds, clouds are made up. The clouds after makeup are more delicate and charming. When paired with the blue sky, pure blue and brilliant gold blend together. What a strange color! It pounced on the quiet path, surrounded by a dark yellow scarf, which looked a little delicate. People feel warm when they see it. Fog is the most unusual. Look, the fog jumps between the branches and puts a white turban on the tree. The fog was wandering on the lake, and suddenly a layer of white smoke appeared on the water surface, swaying. Green water and white smoke blend with each other, as if a flawless green jade was covered with a piece of white silk. From top to bottom, the faint green is somewhat mysterious, and the fog is getting thicker and thicker, covering the whole hometown. In addition to white, there is no other color. The hometown in the fog is like a white crystal, crystal clear. ..
This composition describes the winter in my hometown (more than 200 words). Winter in my hometown is beautiful, winter in my hometown is cold and winter in my hometown is vast. Winter has come, snowflakes are falling, and the whole earth is covered with a layer of white clothes. At this time, the beautiful mountains and rivers have become a world of powder makeup and jade, and the white snow has left a string of footprints. Look! A group of children are playing there, having snowball fights, making snowmen and skiing ... The cheerful shouts shake off the snow on the trees, and the leafy trees are covered with shiny silver bars. In winter, not only the earth likes it, but also people in my hometown like it more! Listen! Although it's cold in winter, there are shouts in the market. Winter is a happy season for me, and winter is a memorable season. I love winter, and I love winter in my hometown more.