600-word composition: _ _ _ On a snowy day

1 1 month 12 went home on business in heavy snow. Asthma that night. The next morning, my asthma became more and more serious, which was basically beyond my personal control. I thought it was asthma and went to the hospital.

This is the biggest snow since winter. It's thick and dense, so it's hard to walk.

The doctors in the hospital want me to stay in the hospital, but I really don't want to live outside after such a long business trip. And I don't think I'm serious enough to be hospitalized. After refusing to be hospitalized, the doctor prescribed medicine for me, Chinese medicine for a while and western medicine for a while, saying that I should have intravenous drip twice a day. Threatening me not to listen to the doctor has serious consequences. The hospital, a horrible place, was once told by a doctor that I was dying.

It is also troublesome to prescribe a medicine in a hospital with extremely low efficiency. The hospital is building a new building, and the original departments have been relocated and placed in many corners of the compound. Payment, medicine, and injections will be constantly searched in the maze. It happened that the hospital had a new office system, and all the doctors and nurses were confused about the use of the new system. For a moment, they forgot to enter this, and for a moment, they mistyped that. The consequences can only be borne by the patients themselves, and they have to go to the doctor to correct their mistakes one by one and do it again one by one.

Then I had a glorious allergy test, and I couldn't eat the medicine I prescribed, so I had to return it and prescribe it again. Doctors are still reluctant and anxious.

I went to the hospital at nine o'clock in the morning and started infusion soon.

I've basically been sitting in a chair waiting for this time. And that poor elephant shuttled back and forth between various departments of the hospital, running for me in the cold words of medical staff. My hair is wet and my clothes are wet.

At this time, although I was ill, I felt very warm. Marriage, only at this time, can be happy separately. One answer after another.

Standard 600 words: "It snowed in Beijing on the 10th, and everyone was full." Maybe some people like spring with flowers and birds, hot summer and fruitful autumn, but the winter in my heart is also unique. Wow, it's raining. I took an umbrella when I went out. Suddenly found that it was not rain, but a grain of snow. They fall one after another, just like thousands of spring silkworms eating mulberry leaves. Gradually, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and snowflakes are flying, like flawless jade sown by a fairy, like white flowers sown by the Virgin of Flowers, emitting bursts of fragrance, up and down, and like window grilles carefully cut out by winter girls with dexterous hands, giving them to the world and walking on soft snow, as if walking on an endless prairie.

Whenever I see the beautiful snow scene, I can't help but think of that scene:

I walked in the snow, and my feet were completely submerged in the snow. When I got to school, my shoes and socks were all wet. When I got to the classroom, I was shivering with cold. By this time, the class had already read early, and I sat quietly in my seat, huddled up and shivering.

Then xu teacher came over and said to me with a smile, "Come with me!" I'm surprised. Is there something wrong with my homework? Or ...? I walked into the office anxiously. At this moment, I saw xu teacher pour hot water into a basin, turned around and said, "Look, these shoes are so wet! Is it cold? Sit down, ah! " I suddenly understood-the teacher was going to soak my feet! Although my shoes are still wet and my feet are cold, I don't feel cold at all. The teacher's caring words and enthusiastic expression made me forget the cold and stood and sat down at a loss. She gently took off my shoes and socks, only to see the teacher's hands covered with calluses, which turned red this winter, and many skins seemed to crack. Then she put my foot in the footbath and said to me seriously, "Was it cold just now? It will be much warmer in this way. I will put my shoes and socks here to dry for a while, and put on my daughter's socks and shoes first. " At this moment, the warmth of hot water poured into my heart from the soles of my feet.

In winter, everyone may feel very cold, but I am not cold in the heavy snow. Even though the cold wind is howling, the heavy snow is still coming, because the warmth is in my heart.

The second article on the same topic is more appropriate. If there are no other questions, please adopt them in time. The afterglow of the sunset lazily climbed over the white and smooth skin of the mountain peak; Warmly shining on this quiet land, the clouds on the horizon drift by, as if following the footsteps of their companions; The blue lake slowly flows, and there are several boats across the lake, vaguely flashing some fishing fires. Maybe when the scenery is too lonely, I will sing, singing with the lake, taking me to recall that unforgettable past, with a little sadness, but when I turned away, I saw the other side of the mountain. That's where the sun rises again. Maybe spring will come tomorrow! The warm sunshine shines on the lake, and the last red leaf in the forest still stands proudly on the branches. The bright red and green colors and uncoordinated colors form a unique winter scene.

Sometimes a gust of wind blows, and branches without leaves rustle, which also makes people feel sad.

But if you look at those branches again, new buds have been bred. This kind of fluffy and humble bud immediately reminds you of the future spring and the vibrant and flowery days.

Walking in the snow is more interesting.

There is only a trace of wind in the sky, holding the snow like a kite. Looking up, this silk wind dominates the snowflake like a butterfly, falling obliquely, flying in a whirl, floating to the ground and falling on pedestrians.

Snowflakes, like naughty children, never tire of playing, brush people's hot faces, turn into water droplets and flow onto eyebrows and beards, forming small ice cubes.

White snow flowers fall quietly ...! The afterglow of the sunset lazily climbed over the white and smooth skin of the mountain peak; Warmly shining on this quiet land, the clouds on the horizon drift by, as if following the footsteps of their companions; The blue lake slowly flows, and there are several boats across the lake, vaguely flashing some fishing fires. Maybe when the scenery is too lonely, I will sing, singing with the lake, taking me to recall that unforgettable past, with a little sadness, but when I turned away, I saw the other side of the mountain. That's where the sun rises again. Maybe spring will come tomorrow! The warm sunshine shines on the lake, and the last red leaf in the forest still stands proudly on the branches. The bright red and green colors and uncoordinated colors form a unique winter scene.

Sometimes a gust of wind blows, and branches without leaves rustle, which also makes people feel sad.

But if you look at those branches again, new buds have been bred. This kind of fluffy and humble bud immediately reminds you of the future spring and the vibrant and flowery days.

Walking in the snow is more interesting.

There is only a trace of wind in the sky, holding the snow like a kite. Looking up, this silk wind dominates the snowflake like a butterfly, falling obliquely, flying in a whirl, floating to the ground and falling on pedestrians.

Snowflakes, like naughty children, never tire of playing, brush people's hot faces, turn into water droplets and flow onto eyebrows and beards, forming small ice cubes.

Snow falls silently, fluttering. Soon, there will be a thin layer on the ground. When you step on it, it will make cheerful footsteps "cheep, cheep, cheep".

With this step, you can spread your imagination wings as much as possible, pursue your best memories and embrace your happiness! You might as well take a deep breath. The flowers of My Sweetie will soak in your heart and spleen. You can't help but think of a pure heart. When you wake up in the morning, you will feel that the whole world is so pure and the fog is filled in winter. After the fog cleared, a wonderful scene appeared immediately. The needles of pine trees are covered with thick frost, like white autumn chrysanthemums; The branches of deciduous trees are covered with white snow, just like white jade carved trees; The weeping willows are wrapped in silver, and the bushes are all white coral, which is confusing. There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best.

In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world.

The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort.

Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.

The snow at dusk, deeply cut, seems to be inextricably linked with emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and there is a sense of * * * like uncovering the head and tail.

Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers who go out to war, covered with silver armor, and like pieces of sailing ... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is only one piece of silver between heaven and earth, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

The heavy snow is so warm at night that goose feathers fall off.

From a distance, snowflakes fall from the sky like countless pieces of white cotton, and the scenery is very beautiful.

The next morning, the heavy snow stopped and the ground was covered with a thick layer of ice. Many children come out to play.

Some of them had snowball fights and some made snowmen, which brought warm breath to this cold winter.

Xiaoming, Xiaogang and Xiaohong are going to make a snowman.

They made two big snowballs first, and then put them together with great strength.

Xiaoming made snowman's eyes with two black and shiny "gems".

Xiaohong made a long nose for the snowman with carrots.

Finally, they found a big straw hat for the snowman.

Their snowman is like a brave and loyal soldier, standing in the cold winter to protect our motherland.

Xiao Ming, Xiao Gang and Xiao Hong are very happy to see these snowmen, because it is the result of their hard work.

Writing the Composition of Winter Snow Winter Snow is looking forward to, looking forward to, the heavy snow has finally come.

This is the first snow in Hefei since winter.

I opened the door in the morning and saw that there was already a layer of snow on the ground.

At first, only a few snowflakes fell with the wind.

In a short time, large tracts of snowflakes fell from the sky.

Soon, everything turned white.

Beautiful snowflakes are flying in the air. They are like angels in white, bringing joy to the world.

Some are like dandelions, flying around; Some are like small paratroopers, falling from the sky; Some are as beautiful as the flowers planted by the goddess ... the snow is getting bigger and bigger: the old pine tree in front of the door is like a silver tower; The house was covered with white clothes, and Mother Earth covered it with a quilt for the winter ... When the wind blew, the branches shook gently, just like a girl waving a jade hand.

Silver needles and dust fall slowly from leaves and branches, as if a handful of pearls were scattered on the earth.

How "like a strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"! Looking around, schools and roads are covered with thick snow and white.

Some children have snowball fights and some people make snowmen. What an interesting time! Although the heavy snow brought us cold, it also brought us joy and a white fairy tale world!

Write a composition about snow scenery I have hardly seen any real heavy snow in my life so far.

In my memory, it was only a short and beautiful moment.

So how I long to see a real heavy snow.

It was a winter night, and it kept raining, but it was no ordinary rain. Mixed with snow, it still hurts to hit your face.

In the car, I looked out of the window. The ground is wet and there are many puddles.

I can't help but feel more sad and disappointed in the car.

I thought, "I'm afraid we won't see snow this winter!" " "The next morning, I heard voices coming from mom and dad's room. Listen carefully. It snowed heavily last night. It rained for a long time, and dad added that his car was difficult to start.

Lying in bed, sleepy, I immediately danced like a stimulant after hearing these words, and couldn't wait to open the damn curtain, but the quilt dragged me reluctantly, trying to save my anxiety, as if to say to me, "Oh, this snow won't melt and disappear immediately. Why are you in such a hurry at this moment?" I curled up under the covers, in a dilemma.

Suddenly there came the harsh sound of shoveling snow outside. I get anxious as soon as I hear it. Immediately, a carp sat up, uncovered the quilt, dressed quickly, and then opened the curtains. Suddenly, a snow scene appeared in front of me, which surprised and delighted me.

Snow is still floating outside the window, as white as jade, as beautiful as a jade leaf on a laurel tree in the moon palace, as drunk as a beautiful jade butterfly on earth, and as flying as a dandelion blown off.

After a while, heavy snow fell and the snow-white sky fell. Snowflakes fiddle with various postures in the air, like divers flying in the air, hovering or going straight down, and finally falling into the water (lying on the ground) in a graceful posture. That posture was so beautiful and vigorous that we spectators all cheered and shouted.

In winter, snow decorates the earth.

Snow put on a white hat for the house, a thick coat for the weather-beaten mountain peak, a warm carpet for the road and winter fashion for the trees.

Ah! Snow White, how selfless and pure you are! Whenever it snows heavily, the snow always perseveres and rushes to the puddle on the ground without fear of sacrifice. They are not afraid of melting even if they pile up on the ground, but beauty is only short-lived. Snow has brought a few days of beauty to the world. It is white and gradually melts under the sunshine.

I love snow, I love snow scenery, but I love the tenacity, purity and selfless dedication of snow.

A composition describing today's heavy snow. On the day of homework help, we saw snow as big as goose feathers falling from the sky, which covered the whole world with a layer of silver. In a short time, the river was frozen and the trees were covered with a thick layer of snow. Snow shovelers also picked up shovels and worked outside. Between heaven and earth, it is a world of powder and jade. As white as cotton and as big as goose feathers, they are flying leisurely. All living and inanimate things are covered. At first glance, it looks like a big quilt. In order to facilitate transportation, some kind people picked up shovels and shoveled all the snow to the side of the road. Soon, a small snow pile was formed on the roadside, and white low walls were formed in some places. Glittering snow hung on the trees by the roadside, and the grass on the ground had no shadow. It just looks white. Snowmen making snowmen and having snowball fights are in high spirits, and snow makes children full of vitality. "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." Snow fully shows the artistic conception of this poem. The houses in the distance are covered with icicles, which are crystal clear under the sunshine, adding color to the heavy snow and making this winter more colorful and full of vitality. My brother and I put on cotton-padded jackets and gloves. Come to the grass in front of the door. Let's seize the position, grab the bullet-small snow, and prepare for the battle. Suddenly, a solid piece of snow flew over, and I quickly flashed-it turned out that this was my brother's sneak attack. I also hit back, and a "Grenade" hit my brother right in the middle of his left arm. The snowstorm began. My brother's sneak attack hit me on the head. I'm annoyed. Right in the middle of his stomach. Then came the bullets. After a confrontation, my brother and I were both black and blue. There was a silvery laughter from time to time in the snow. Through this snowball fight, I not only got the fun of playing with snow, but also increased the affection between my brother and me. This is really "killing two birds with one stone"! ……

It snowed heavily today, and the snow scene was beautiful. Snowflakes poured down like a waterfall, and suddenly the world was dressed up as a silver fairy tale world.

Grandma Dong helped the earth put on a big white cotton-padded jacket, and Brother Feng was responsible for sending the snow elves like cotton to their destination safely-the earth, with the snow like goose feathers swirling in the air, flying freely in the air like a small white butterfly, and resting on the ground when tired. A few hours later, the ground was covered with a thick layer of salt.

It is very interesting for children to run and play in the snow and step on the soft snow, leaving footprints one after another. A few centimeters thick university is regarded as a toy of nature by naughty children. Some make snowmen, some have snowball fights, and some roll on the ground. Although it is very cold in winter, everyone has a good time.

Sweating a lot ... Xue is a magician. She threw her beautiful gauze up, and suddenly a white breath poured down, and suddenly it became a world wrapped in white.

Snow has rich connotations. Snow is the messenger of winter and the source of children's happiness.

Grade 5: Wu Xintong 2002

After the heavy snow, when many parents take their children out of kindergarten after the heavy snow, they wrap their children up completely, revealing only a pair of eyes. Go home, don't let them play with snow, and urge them into the house.

When I read that parents wrapped up their children, I couldn't help thinking of a cartoon-the poor inherit the wind.

In order to protect the young tree from the wind, rain and sun, the father and mother of the tree in the cartoon protect the young tree with their own bodies, but the young tree grows crooked because of lack of sunshine and rain.

Because of the overindulgence of father and mother, the young tree can't thrive. Aren't parents just tree dad and tree mom? Spoiling children will make them have no resistance and can't stand the wind and rain, which will eventually make them grow up healthily like small trees.

I really don't understand why parents only keep their children in the greenhouse when I read that children go home angrily in the reprimand of their parents. Why deprive children of the opportunity to exercise in nature and life? On the surface, parents love their children, but this makes the children's activity space smaller.

Children's nature is to play. If they are often allowed to exercise outdoors, they can not only exercise, but also use their hands and brains more when playing.

Just like Newton, he accidentally hit his head with an apple while reading under a tree. After repeated thinking, he came to the conclusion that this was due to the gravity of the earth.

It can be seen that outdoor activities can not only relax the body and mind, but also make the mind smarter.

Only by exercising more in nature and life, experiencing more storms and seeing more about the world can children become independent people. Overindulgence will only ruin children! After watching "After the Heavy Snow", I feel that family education is very strict, so we must do what we can.

I often complain about the ruthlessness of my parents.

I didn't understand my parents' good intentions until after the heavy snow.

After the Heavy Snow describes a rare snowfall in Beijing. The author saw an adult sweeping the snow in the quadrangle where he lived, so he asked for a piece of entertainment space for his children, but parents were afraid that their children would fall down with cold and so on.

Playing is a child's nature.

And this freedom was ruthlessly deprived by parents.

What children hear most is not doing this or that. The starting point for parents to do this is to love their children and let them grow up healthily.

But parents don't know that, surrounded by this kind of love, children's lives are not happy, and they are even at a loss for the future.

I once heard such a joke: a little girl spoiled by her parents went on a trip, and her mother was afraid that she would be hungry, so she cooked some eggs for her. When she came back, her mother put a lot of eggs. She asked, "Honey, aren't you hungry?" "Hungry! Ah, yo! I'm starving! " "Then why not eat eggs?" "I ... I won't shell.

"Funny, alas, sad! Look! The little girl from a rich family is regarded as the apple of her mother's eye.

As a result, the little girl didn't even have the minimum survival skills.

An article wrote: A beautiful thrush was kept in a golden cage, and it never felt the world outside the cage.

One day, its owner listened to the advice of others and decided to open the cage and let it fly freely under the blue sky, but the thrush hesitated and refused to go out.

The owner had to take it out of the cage and throw it into the blue sky.

Thrushcross flies awkwardly.

But a few days later, the master saw the thrush again. At this time, the thrush had already starved to death, and there was a lush wheat field next to it ... If we had let the bird fly freely in the air earlier, I think such a tragedy would not have happened.

Aren't we the same? These children are carefree in their parents' garlands. They have not been trained by wind and rain, and they will not adapt to all the "ups and downs" in society in the future.

Such love is not true love.

Because children will lose more with such love.

That sentence is really good: the only child now has received too much care and lost too much. ...

Composition about snow in the north, in winter, the moon, neon and the first snow began to drift away.

Sitting alone behind the curtain of the snow fog, listening to the sound of snow falling.

The falling dead leaves were quickly covered with snow, disappeared like a grain of dust and sank with my memory.

It seems that every winter is spent like this, curling up in my warm cabin, lighting a curling lamp, listening to music, drinking steaming tea, reading my favorite books and watching the wind, frost, rain and snow slide past the window year after year.

I would like to live in my castle like this and watch the years pass quietly, like water.

I don't know if the traces of time are hung on my face and engraved in my heart.

I know that one day, my eyes are no longer as clear as snowflakes.

After years of heavy snow, will you still remember the woman behind the snow and the heart of the past as snow?

Looking up at the pedestrians on the road, everyone is in a hurry.

The solstice of winter has not yet arrived, and the cold at this moment is not biting. I think a person walking on the road, looking at the leaves that will not fall, will make me feel a little sad, feel the warmth of home, and involuntarily speed up my steps.

Reminds me of the ancient poem "Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow at night returns to people".

Thinking of this, I can't help laughing, not at others, but at myself.

Sitting in the room all day thinking, vague, many scenes have never been experienced and will never be realized, but inexplicably familiar and frightened.

As if I had wings in my heart, I flew around for me through time and space.

It turns out that imagination can be so real or so absurd.

I suddenly remembered an old song many years ago: put away your emotions, leave your memory blank, forget the past you once had, and never say love again ... I like these naive old songs, and all my troubles were solved in a few words.

How many words can be realized in the ethereal promise of that year? I don't know and I can't prove it.

All I know is that it will never bring the slightest excitement or dizziness, just like fireworks in the night sky. Beauty only belongs to her for a moment, the wind blows away, the prosperity is gone, and everything is empty.

Moonlight and snow shadow rolled into the window, sprinkled on the table by the window, sprinkled on my forehead, and nourished my soul.

Fingertips danced again, pouring out her loneliness.

This is just a game and a dream. Only the rules of this game are impermanent. This dream can see the other side, but can't swim.

This play is wonderful. It should be staged when it should be staged, and it should end when it should be finished.

This game is very helpless, from clear to fuzzy, from spring flowers to autumn dew.

Like a wisp of wind, a Jing Xue, ups and downs at will, I don't know where to go, I don't know where to go.

"Speak, speak; What's the hurry between going and coming? " Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry" made me sigh. It turns out that everything is doomed to be in a hurry, and I will never catch up with it.

The snow outside the window has stopped.

I stayed where I was, like a butterfly tired of dancing, unable to fly away.

The snow in Shijiazhuang, in the view of Zhang, Class 4, Grade 5, Zhongguancun Primary School, is a beautiful, lovely and fierce snow.

When it snows, only those who dare to challenge and fear the cold can share the true beauty that nature has given us.

1 1 In Beijing at the beginning of the month, people were still wearing thin coats. The sun was often shining high, but the chill was approaching quietly, and no one noticed it.

When I get up in the morning, the faint light shines on the earth, and the world is still as quiet as sleeping.

Looking out the window, the snow is falling and the earth is white. This is snow urging people to get up.

The weather is like an old man with a changeable mood. After more than ten days of dry weather, he scattered the first snow this winter on the earth.

Snow indicates the coming of winter and the cold is approaching.

Looking out from the bright glass window, crazy snowflakes and strong winds are spinning in the wind, like a roaring lion waving its front paws in the sky, and like a young girl dancing gently ... Snow constitutes a strange and beautiful landscape painting with different forms, which makes people have infinite reverie.

My mother and I are wrapped up and ready to go out and enjoy the snow scene.

The cold wind is biting, but the air is fresh, which makes me eager to see the traces left by this snow.

Breaking through the cold, we still go against the wind.

The heavy snow diluted the turbid air, washed away the last trace of warmth and replaced it with the cold day and night.

The whole earth looks so fresh, and this cool and comfortable feeling makes me feel much better.

The colder it is, the more charming the snow looks.

I stood on a snowfield, wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket and facing the cold wind, enjoying the graceful posture of snowflakes fluttering; Stroking the thick soft snow layer on cars, plants and roadside seats; Carefully observe the grotesque beauty of small snowflakes ... snow is so beautiful, so lovely, so charming.

Even such lovely snow has its own temper.

Snow has a bad temper, and they are terrible when they are angry.

Snowflakes roared and hit the face like needles, freezing cold.

Although snow is generally soft and charming, it will get angry when provoked! When there is ice and snow, the earth is ruled by snow. If you despise snow and run desperately, you will slip, get wet and even get hurt.

If you hold snow hard, it will turn into ice water, which will fill your hands and make you stiff.

If you walk into the world of snow, you will find that snow is selfless.

In their short life, they often show the most brilliant and beautiful life to people, leaving themselves with the most ordinary and boring fragments of life.

When snow turns into small snowflakes in our eyes, it takes a long time to wait and suffer.

Finally, it is often the most complicated time when they show themselves and give full play to their specialties.

Facing the critical period of life and death, they are always desperate. They make strong choices and dedicate their lives to others.

What I want them to insist on from generation to generation is responsibility.

When we are talking about this wonderful snow, we may not know that they are about to leave this world.

Snow, you are crystal clear, you are tenacious, you are upright, you are selfless, you stick to your responsibility, I want to praise you, praise you, admire you, how can I not love you enough?

If it snows heavily, the exam time is like a rushing stream, which is gone forever.

In a blink of an eye, we ushered in a beautiful and pure winter.

In winter, snow is synonymous with it, and it symbolizes winter. It always comes to us when we don't expect it and brings us endless joy.

That day, I crawled out of the warm bed lazily and turned to glance out of the window.

"Wow" I saw the glittering and translucent snow covering the whole earth, and the whole world was wrapped in silver, with no edge in sight. This kind of scene seems to be only seen in the fairy tale world.

I immediately climbed out of bed, put on a thick cotton-padded coat, then opened the window and put my warm hand out of the window.

Before long, snowflakes painted my clothes, and my hands were red with cold.

After breakfast, I couldn't wait to rush downstairs, when the snowflakes had become smaller.

Although the snowflake is small, it is still beautiful.

Vaguely visible, hard to find, just like the man of God in the sky, scattering petals casually.

I walked carefully in the snow, reluctant to part with it, for fear that it would spoil this refreshing scene.

I walked alone in the snow, enjoying the happiness it brought us.

After about ten minutes, I saw a few pieces of goose feather-like snowflakes flying in the snow foam, and then slowly lying on the white snow.

Snow, like smoke and silver, falls from the sky.

It wrapped Grandpa Dashu, Brother Cao Cao and Sister Chimonanthus in a thick mink coat.

I walked, walked, walked, I don't know how long. Suddenly I looked back-it was a series of deep footprints, which also symbolized my growing footprints. ...

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