A work describing snow scenes

Snow scene is like a beautiful ink painting, and white snow is the only drawing paper. Branches are magic brushes in front of snow, which people can control at will. The following is the composition I shared describing the snow scene. Let's have a look.

Description of Snow Scene Part I: Snow Scene Snow is the messenger of winter and a symbol of whiteness. It decorates the earth with a unique attitude. Clean as jade, light as smoke, soft as catkins, falling from the sky, making this beautiful world "wrapped in silver and extraordinarily enchanting".

Early in the morning, I was walking on the road. Suddenly, I felt my cheeks cool. Looking up, countless snowflakes the size of rice grains fell one after another, and some hit the roof, rustling a winter symphony. Some hit the branches and turned over naughtily; Some fell to the ground and jumped around happily. Gradually, these naughty ghosts all slipped away and turned into clear snow water, drilling assiduously into the soil.

At this time, it is no longer yukiko, but snowflake. Like pieces of goose feathers, fluttering leisurely, just like a group of little fairies wearing white gauze skirts, holding that soft white dance skirt to show their charm to people. For a time, the colorful world turned into a fairy tale kingdom of powder and jade.

I reached out my hands and caught a few small white snowflakes, enjoying them like treasures: what lovely little snowflakes! More crystal clear than a little morning dew, more detailed than a little autumn rain, as flawless as a jade piece, people can't put it down!

Snowflakes are flying in the air. It purifies all the dust in the world and sends away the loneliness in winter. It comes and goes freely, and many famous poems praise it: "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". How beautiful! "Xue Rui indicates a bumper harvest year", and it is also a prophet of bumper harvest!

The snow is getting smaller and smaller, and a few fluffy snowflakes are scattered in the air. I opened my mouth curiously to welcome the falling snow. Hexagonal snowflakes fell gently on my tongue, and the cool feeling penetrated into my heart, which made me drunk.

After a while, the snow stopped. The whole earth seems to be wrapped in a layer of silver gauze, and it seems to be shrouded in a layer of mist. The pine trees along the road are covered with "crystal chips", emitting dazzling light. If your exclamation disturbs the birds in the branches, "crystal crumbs" will splash like morning mist and blend into the earth silently; If you shake the branches mischievously, "crystal chips" will make a crisp sound of "tinkling" and make you intoxicated. However, no one can bear to shake the branches, because no one can bear to destroy the flawless "crystal" crafts.

What a beautiful snow scene! I am intoxicated in this beautiful world and feel that snow is so lovely and kind. It is really snowing!

Writing Snow Scene Part II: Writing Snow Scene One afternoon in early spring, the sky was gray and gloomy, and the sky was covered with lead clouds. The wind is cold and the air is humid. Occasionally, some tiny raindrops fall in the sky. There is no life around, not a trace of life.

After a while, some small snow grains began to fall in the sky. After about ten minutes, small snow grains began to increase, like flour, like salt, like sugar one after another. The sky seems to be filled with a layer of fog, and the sky is white. People shouted, "It's snowing! It's snowing, it's snowing ... "People reached out to pick up some small snow particles. I don't know, those little snow grains are like hooligans. They fell into their hands and disappeared.

In a blink of an eye, the small snow particles turned into small snowflakes, just like the auspicious clouds cut by the fairy and the pear flowers shaken by the jade people. It is small, light, soft and thin, just like the fluff on a waterfowl. They are like good friends, you pull me, I pull you, accompany each other and float down gently. At this time, the scene was really like that written by a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Thousands of snowflakes floated and fell silently in the tile ditch bit by bit."

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, flying all over the sky like goose feathers shaken off a swan. They are so dense that there are no gaps between snowflakes. One flower after another, crowded around, intimately "hugged" and fell like a small paratrooper.

After a while, it snowed heavily again. Snow flies like clouds, like clusters of dandelions. Fall on your head, and soon you will become a gray-haired old man, fall on your eyebrows, wipe them off and come up again, wipe them gently and stand up again. People can't see clearly, the whole world is wrapped in white cotton-like snow. It's been snowing for almost a day, and my feet are flooded.

It snowed for two days and nights. There was thick snow on mountains, rivers, trees and houses, about a foot thick. The branches of pine trees are also covered with thick snow, hairy, like a heavy silver bar placed on the treetops. People have come out to step on the snow, making a "creaking" sound. The students are having snowball fights and making snowmen. They are very happy.

What a heavy snow! It's really "auspicious snow and good harvest"!

Snow Scene Composition 3: Winter Snow Scene "A Thousand Miles Frozen, Snow Drift in Wan Li" When I heard this song "Qinyuan Spring Snow", I couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic. My hometown is Jiujiang, and it snows almost every year. But I'm not like other children. I was born in Jiujiang and lived in Fujian for a long time. I can better understand the feelings of children in Fujian. Seeing snow is a luxury for them, so I will never forget the first time I saw snow in my hometown.

It was a very young age, and Lin Nian seemed to have forgotten it, but the snowflake was deeply engraved in my heart. I remember it was three o'clock in the afternoon and it began to snow. Snowflakes swirl and fall, dancing in the air like a unique "butterfly" in winter, as if jumping out of a beautiful waltz. It is also like the osmanthus tree of Chang 'e in the moon palace, which has fallen to the ground and scattered jade, colorful and dazzling. It is also like a lovely hexagonal elf, inviting each other to spin and fall, which brings a beautiful and happy prophecy to mankind. I haven't seen the snow scene, but I can't help catching those "butterflies", "broken jade" and "elves". Huh? They suddenly seem to become glittering and translucent small water droplets, like beautiful small diamonds, radiant and unparalleled.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier. In a blink of an eye, I seem to be caught in a world of white packages. The whole world seems to be covered with a pure wool carpet. Time seems to have stopped and everything is so quiet. I only hear the sound of goose feathers and snowflakes falling, and occasionally I make a creaking sound. It was the snow that broke the branches of the young trees. Ah! Snow-covered, this snow-covered world is like a shy little girl!

Finally, the snow stopped, and I couldn't wait to blend into the silver world. My heart is not as good as my action. I walked in the snow, afraid to make a sound, for fear of scaring off this "shy little girl". Come to the playground, yeah! This is also a white world. The yellow branches are not as ugly as before, all covered with clouds and clusters of "Pak Lei". I flew into this snowy world, this white paradise. After a while, a group of children flew over like a group of caged birds. I think: they are probably suppressed! A lively scene unfolded before my eyes. They had a snowball fight, made a snowman and had a good time. I can't bear to disturb them. I walk alone on the streets of the city and enjoy the beautiful snow scene.

Ah! I love charming snowflakes, charming winter, and the snow scene in my hometown. Oh! I forgot an important thing, "Snow is a good year", and next year is also a good year.

Write the fourth part of the snow scene: write snow "look, it's snowing!" " I was attracted to the corridor by the sound and looked out. It was really good. The little snowflake is falling slowly, and my heart can't help but give birth to joy. I hope it can bring us a real heavy snow. Soon, the city was gently covered by this gentle snowflake. Every snowflake gently spirals and falls, becoming a small part of a layer of snow on the earth, and every snowflake merges into a beautiful landscape, making the earth white.

Facing the snow, I want to recite some poems I have learned, but I can't remember them. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. Although I can't say it, I can listen, listen to the sound of snow.

It was snowing heavily, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, flying or hovering, or falling straight and quickly, laying on the ground. At this moment, everything is beautiful, a person is silent, standing in front of the window, but the laughter of those snowflakes echoes in my ears. I can hear their joy.

Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help coming out to play and have snowball fights. Although it was still snowing, they had a good time regardless of their parents' opposition, full of childhood joy. Snow lets us roll them into fluffy snowballs and then throw them at each other. Although his body was smashed everywhere, they never complained. Give us happiness is its happiness. It warms our hearts with its unique language, and I can hear the sound.

Snow is a good sign for a good year, and it should be a good sign for a year on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month. Snowflakes fall slowly, accompanied by firecrackers, giving people joy. I like to watch the snow quietly, watch the snow fall quietly, and listen to the faint sound of snow, I will feel very peaceful and happy. I saw a group of children having a snowball fight, dodging left and right on the road. I saw a layer of snow covering the young leaves on the lawn, protecting them. I can hear their voices proud of taking on this important task.

The pure snow on the ground bathed in sunshine and enjoyed the last moment of joy. Are they crying for dying lives? No, they are laughing and proud. They finished their task and spread the joy to the world. They gave their lives and played their strengths. They're great. I can hear the happiness in their lives.

When it snows again, let's stand by the window and listen to a life legend.

In the snowy morning, I opened the curtains. Hey, this is a world of powder and jade! The image of the earth is covered with a silver-gray veil, which makes people afraid to look at it.

Snow, like a chattering old man, spreads all kinds of languages to every corner. Snow falls on weeping willows, like a delicate and pretty girl; Snow falls on the house, like a delicate ice sculpture; Snow falls in the field like a thick quilt. ...

When you step on the snow, your feet make a crisp sound, like wonderful music. When I came to school, I saw my classmates having a good time. I joined their team without hesitation. Let's have a snowball fight. You throw, I throw, everyone throws! I chose a "target" and launched an attack on him, only to be flashed by the other side and started to fight back. I was hit without paying attention. I screamed with anger and tried my best to attack him with a shotgun. The other side flashed a snowball, but was hit by another snowball. At this time, it also used the "ecstasy bomb" and threw it into the air. I didn't see it, and it ended up on my head. Everyone laughed, and laughter seemed to shake off the snow on the tree. ...

What a beautiful winter morning! So, what is the spring morning like? Let's wait and see!