Hainan hometown writes compositions in winter.

1. Hainan's winter constitutes the South Island. Spring, summer, autumn and winter are like spring, which is well known to all women and children. Spring, birds and flowers; Full of green in Tianshan Mountain in summer is beautiful; Daoxiang travels thousands of miles in autumn; Winter is a unique picture, because it turns the dead and silent scenery in the northern winter into a vibrant scene.

Most animals in Hainan Island don't need to hibernate in winter and spend a short life in sleep. When you go to the rubber forest, you can feel many wonderful sounds, such as the singing of birds and the rustling of leaves.

Flowers are everywhere in winter in Hainan Island, just like the rich flowers in my home. Spring is red, and winter is mutual. Another example is the grass on the ground. The grass in Beijing has withered, but the grass in Hainan Island has not changed. It is green and oily. It can be said that animals will glow with the breath of "youth" after eating.

In winter in Hainan Island, people don't have to become giant pandas. You don't have to wrap it up and down, just look at things with your eyes; You don't have to wear too many clothes, just like you can easily resist this weak girl in Hainan Island with one or two clothes on your back.

Some people may ask why Hainan Island has such scenery. Let me answer: Hainan's latitude is close to the equator, and it is located in five tropical zones, belonging to a tropical monsoon climate, surrounded by the sea, warm in winter and cool in summer.

My grandfather said that it was because he took a fancy to the climate of Hainan Island that he chose to settle here. Indeed, just like the air in Hainan, according to geography books, the air here is much cleaner than in Guangzhou and Beijing. What about the climate, not to mention, it's warm in winter, unlike Heilongjiang, which is freezing to death! Moreover, the scenery in winter is white, which makes people feel bored and empty.

Hainan Island

2. Ask for an essay about winter in Hainan. When the open and clear north wind blew, I watched the scraps of paper flying in the street take off in the wind, and vaguely felt that winter was coming in Hainan. In winter in Hainan, there is no graceful figure of Xue Rou, and there are not too many sparse branches crisscrossing the sky.

Sunny in Winter is a gold medal awarded to Hainan. In the early morning, a few carefree clouds swam in the sky, the bright sunshine penetrated through the clouds, and the soft long light column penetrated the happiness of life and the misty sadness. The morning breeze blows gently, bringing coolness. A quiet morning scene means eternal comfort. I can see the mountain in the distance. Under the rising sun, the outline of the mountain peak is broad, soft, slow and determined, showing eternal peace and dignity. Like a bow on the back, in the waiting of the season, even if the rich green water is lost in the spring rain, all people no longer look up, and there is no need to beg for the crimson sunshine in the sunset.

Walking in the rubber garden, the rubber garden no longer belongs to the colorful world. The path in the forest twists and turns. The lush rubber leaves are gradually thinning out. Small trees and big trees, lowlands and highlands, trees stand in layers, and vigorous trunks point to the blue sky in the sun, as if writing down a particularly deep and dignified heart when entering early winter. Creeks in the forest, clear water flowing in blue, dark green grass at the bottom of the water, bent down gently, bustling, clusters of flowing water, leisurely and carefree. The small flowers by the stream, holding the hard and clear meridians, spit out the last fragrant soul under the cold wind. The rolling rubber garden faces the lonely cold wind all the way, and a dress embroidered with sunshine shines with gorgeous luster, which makes the rubber garden in winter full of rich and profound connotations.

At night, the full moon in winter in Hainan shines on the earth, scattering a thin layer of frost. On a quiet winter night, the moonlight seemed very cold and whispered softly to the tower. Strolling through the streets, walking through a long road in the dim moonlight, the night is wet and seems to sink.

The night is getting quieter. With the movement of the night wind, the flying leaves are not as unrestrained and warm as spring in summer, but belong to a kind of sensitivity and innocence, which adds to the thickness of the night. The street lamp was dim, and the bright moon in the sky gave off a soft silver light, which wiped out all the pits on the ground. In the shade of the sidewalk, the swaying light and shadow hangs down gently, like a bright feather, gently pulling the heart. Occasionally, Ye Er, with three heads and two big banyan trees, floated leisurely on the mottled brick road, turned around and mixed with the moonlight under the canopy screen, making a "rustling ..." sound from the silent night light.

When I really stood on the winter night and looked at myself carefully, I accidentally felt that my free heart felt the slightest agility on the leaves. Winter gives quiet love, that is, her deep arms secretly surge with the dryness of spring; The reincarnation of life given by winter is that she tells people that peace is also the quality of a better life. Pale, lonely and difficult winter is a new way to suppress emotions.

I like the winter in Hainan, and I also like its charm. Look at the sunshine in winter, rubber garden; Look at the winter night and moonlight. Listening to the cool breeze, singing softly in the treetops, and weaving string rhythm in winter. I'm asking myself, the leaves falling with the wind will no longer be the flying leaves that lived in my life last year, right?

My hometown is in Hainan Island. I wrote a composition about different scenery in spring, summer, autumn and winter: when the cold and empty north wind blew, I watched the flying pieces of paper take off in the wind and vaguely felt that winter was coming in Hainan.

In winter in Hainan, there is no graceful figure of Xue Rou, and there are not too many sparse branches crisscrossing the sky. Sunny in Winter is a gold medal awarded to Hainan.

In the early morning, a few carefree clouds swam in the sky, the bright sunshine penetrated through the clouds, and the soft long light column penetrated the happiness of life and the misty sadness. The morning breeze blows gently, bringing coolness.

A quiet morning scene means eternal comfort. I can see the mountain in the distance. Under the rising sun, the outline of the mountain peak is broad, soft, slow and determined, showing eternal peace and dignity.

Like a bow on the back, in the waiting of the season, even if the rich green water is lost in the spring rain, all people no longer look up, and there is no need to beg for the crimson sunshine in the sunset. Walking in the rubber garden, the rubber garden no longer belongs to the colorful world.

The path in the forest twists and turns. The lush rubber leaves are gradually thinning out.

Small trees and big trees, lowlands and highlands, trees stand in layers, and vigorous trunks point to the blue sky in the sun, as if writing down a particularly deep and dignified heart when entering early winter. Creeks in the forest, clear water flowing in blue, dark green grass at the bottom of the water, bent down gently, bustling, clusters of flowing water, leisurely.

The small flowers by the stream, holding the hard and clear meridians, spit out the last fragrant soul under the cold wind. The rolling rubber garden faces the lonely cold wind all the way, and a dress embroidered with sunshine shines with gorgeous luster, which makes the rubber garden in winter full of rich and profound connotations.

At night, the full moon in winter in Hainan shines on the earth, scattering a thin layer of frost. On a quiet winter night, the moonlight seemed very cold and whispered softly to the tower.

Strolling through the streets, walking through a long road in the dim moonlight, the night is wet and seems to sink. The night is getting quieter. With the movement of the night wind, the flying leaves are not as unrestrained and warm as spring in summer, but belong to a kind of sensitivity and innocence, which adds to the thickness of the night.

The street lamp was dim, and the bright moon in the sky gave off a soft silver light, which wiped out all the pits on the ground. In the shade of the sidewalk, the swaying light and shadow hangs down gently, like a bright feather, gently pulling the heart.

Occasionally, Ye Er, with three heads and two big banyan trees, floated leisurely on the mottled brick road, turned around and mixed with the moonlight under the canopy screen, making a "rustling ..." sound from the silent night light. When I really stood on the winter night and looked at myself carefully, I accidentally felt that my free heart felt the slightest agility on the leaves.

Winter gives quiet love, that is, her deep arms secretly surge with the dryness of spring; The reincarnation of life given by winter is that she tells people that peace is also the quality of a better life. Pale, lonely and difficult winter is a new way to suppress emotions.

I like the winter in Hainan, and I also like its charm. Look at the sunshine in winter, rubber garden; Look at the winter night and moonlight.

Listening to the cool breeze, singing softly in the treetops, and weaving string rhythm in winter. I'm asking myself, the leaves falling with the wind will no longer be the flying leaves that lived in my life last year, right? The following are the spring, summer, autumn and winter of Hainan Qiongya. If you change them, you can use them (1).

It is also said that Qiongya is like spring all the year round. After drifting for too long, the spring in my hometown has become blurred, but it is as pure as childhood.

Spring in my hometown is a green field in my eyes. The seedlings have just grown to one or two inches high and stand out in the light green. Spring in my hometown is still tadpoles swimming in groups in rice fields. When I was a child, I liked to squat on the edge of the ridge and stare at the stupid tadpoles in the water. They swim freely in the water with big heads. With them, there will be a summer of "listening to frogs".

Spring in my hometown is the tender leaves extracted from the bare branches of the whole rubber forest, the purplish azadirachta flowers in the white branches of neem trees, and the new branches and tender leaves sprouting in the pepper garden. After a burst of spring rain, the tender leaves turn from light green to dark green, and the leaves begin to thicken; The flowers on the neem tree are more and more flourishing. When I was a child, I liked to sit on the threshold and watch the neem tree in the yard catch the shadow of spring.

The south wind blowing from the sea makes people sleepy, but you can see coconut trees swaying and the quiet stream begins to come alive. A year's plan starts with spring. My father always likes to touch my head. I think I am my father's spring.

In summer in my hometown, the sun is like fire. This summer in a foreign land, heavy rains come and go, much like my hometown Qiongya.

Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, I thought that it was still not as refreshing as the rain in my hometown, so it rained to my heart's content. I think I miss my hometown because I miss the downpour in summer, the thunder from thunderbolt, the fresh feeling after rain, and the wanton typhoon.

I think I miss my innocent childhood. We played naked in the rain during the rainstorm, and caught the crabs that ran out of the hole by the ridge after the rain. On summer nights in my hometown, villagers like to move chairs and sit in the yard to enjoy the cool. The evening breeze of summer night drove away their fatigue, leaving us with interesting stories.

On a rainy summer night, I like sleeping on the roof of my bungalow in the open air. It's very cold at night in summer. Watching meteors across the sky and stars everywhere, I learned to look at the constellations and know the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. I think I want to miss my hometown just because I can't see the stars in a foreign land on a summer night.

This summer in a foreign land, I was walking alone in the street, and the sun stung my skin. I don't know if I've been wandering for too long. Can I stand the scorching sun in my hometown? (3) When the air is crisp in autumn in a foreign land, the autumn in my hometown is still sunny. In autumn, I began to travel with my bags on my back and live elsewhere.

On the way, the autumn wind and autumn rain in a foreign land are very sad. In autumn in a foreign land, except for some juniper and pine trees, all the trees have dead leaves, and there are layers of pale yellow, withered yellow, orange yellow and beating red leaves all over the mountains. I was shocked by such dazzling colors.

After a burst of autumn rain, the dead leaves circled and fell.

4. Ask for an article about Hainan's winter, more than 800 words, and write it satisfactorily. Take a walk in the rubber garden, which no longer belongs to the colorful world of flowers and birds. The path in the forest twists and turns. The lush rubber leaves are gradually thinning out. Small trees and big trees, lowlands and highlands, trees stand in layers, and vigorous trunks point to the blue sky in the sun, as if writing down a particularly deep and dignified heart when entering early winter. Creeks in the forest, clear water flowing in blue, dark green grass at the bottom of the water, bent down gently, bustling, clusters of flowing water, leisurely. The small flowers by the stream, holding the hard and clear meridians, spit out the last fragrant soul under the cold wind. The rolling rubber garden faces the lonely cold wind all the way, and a dress embroidered with sunshine shines with gorgeous luster, which makes the rubber garden in winter full of rich and profound connotations.

At night, the full moon in winter in Hainan shines on the earth, scattering a thin layer of frost. On a quiet winter night, the moonlight seemed very cold and whispered softly to the tower. Strolling through the streets, walking through a long road in the dim moonlight, the night is wet and seems to sink.

The night is getting quieter. With the movement of the night wind, the flying leaves are not as unrestrained and warm as spring in summer, but belong to a kind of sensitivity and innocence, which adds to the thickness of the night. The street lamp was dim, and the bright moon in the sky gave off a soft silver light, which wiped out all the pits on the ground. In the shade of the sidewalk, the swaying light and shadow hangs down gently, like a bright feather, gently pulling the heart. Occasionally, Ye Er, with three heads and two big banyan trees, floated leisurely on the mottled brick road, turned around and mixed with the moonlight under the canopy screen, making a "rustling ..." sound from the silent night light.

When I really stood on the winter night and looked at myself carefully, I accidentally felt that my free heart felt the slightest agility on the leaves. Winter gives quiet love, that is, her deep arms secretly surge with the dryness of spring; The reincarnation of life given by winter is that she tells people that peace is also the quality of a better life. Pale, lonely and difficult winter is a new way to suppress emotions.

I like the winter in Hainan, and I also like its charm. Look at the sunshine in winter, rubber garden; Look at the winter night and moonlight. Listening to the cool breeze, singing softly in the treetops, and weaving string rhythm in winter. I'm asking myself, the leaves falling with the wind will no longer be the flying leaves that lived in my life last year.

5. Hainan's winter composition When the clear north wind blew, I watched the pieces of paper on the street flying in the air and taking off in the wind, vaguely feeling that winter was coming in Hainan. In winter, there is no graceful figure of Xue Rou without powder, and there are not too many sparse branches crisscrossing the sky. Sunny in Winter is a gold medal awarded to Hainan. In the morning, several flowers are free in the sky. The soft and long light beam reveals the happiness of life and the hazy sadness. The morning breeze blows gently, bringing coolness. A quiet morning scene means eternal comfort. When you look at the mountain from a distance, under the rising sun in Ran Ran, the outline of the mountain is magnanimous, soft, slow and determined, and * * * shows eternal tranquility and solemnity. The distant mountain with a bow on its back is waiting for the season, even if it loses the watering of the spring rain. All people don't look up, and they don't have to beg for the bright crimson color reflected by the sunset. Walking in the rubber garden, the rubber garden no longer belongs to the colorful world. The path in the forest twists and turns. The lush rubber leaves gradually spread out. Small trees, big trees, low places, high places, trees stand in layers, and vigorous trunks point to the blue sky in the sun, as if writing to enter the first day of junior high school. The clear water is moving blue, the dark green grass at the bottom of the water is bent softly and bustling, and clusters of flowers and gurgling water are leisurely. The small flowers by the stream, holding the hard and clear meridians, spit out the last fragrant soul under the cold wind. The rolling rubber forest, facing the lonely cold wind all the way, is full of sunshine and shoots gorgeous dresses, which has made the rubber garden in winter. The full moon in Hainan in winter shines on the earth with a thin layer of frost. On a quiet winter night, the moonlight seems very cold, whispering softly to the tower. Walking in the street, walking through a long road in the dim moonlight, the night is wet and seems to sink. The night is getting quieter. With the movement of the night wind, the flying leaves are not unrestrained and warm in summer, but belong to a kind of sensitivity and innocence Then adjust the soft silver light to smooth all the potholes on the ground. In the shade of the sidewalk, the swaying light and shadow hangs down gently, like a bright feather, gently pulling the heart. Occasionally, Ye Er, with three heads and two big leaves, landed leisurely on the mottled brick road, flew overhead, and mixed with the moonlight under the canopy screen. From the silent night light, he actually issued a "rustling, sand ..." Looking at himself carefully, I inadvertently felt that the free mind felt the slight cleverness on the leaves. The quiet love given by winter is the dry movement of spring in her deep arms; .

6. Look at the essay. My hometown Hainan Island is beautiful and rich, and it is known as the "Pearl of Hainan". We don't have it here.

My hometown Hainan Island

My hometown, Hainan Island, is beautiful and rich, and is known as the "Pearl of Hainan". We have no winter here, so I have never seen snow.

The four seasons here are like spring, green mountains and green waters, flowers are in full bloom and fruits are fragrant. You can take a bath in the blue sea at any time.

This is a tropical area, a paradise for many exotic animals, and a paradise for all kinds of exotic flowers and plants. There are patches of coconut trees, rubber (xiàng) and rubber (jiāo) forests on the island, and various tropical crops are planted on the farm, such as cocoa, coffee (kāfi), cashew nuts, pepper (hú jiāo), pineapple (bū), mango (máng) and carambola.

7. Is there a composition describing winter in Hainan? Shit! Chen moumou! You definitely are. I was watching the scraps of paper flying in the street when the clear north wind blew, and I vaguely felt that winter was coming in Hainan.

In winter in Hainan, there is no graceful figure of Xue Rou, and there are not too many sparse branches crisscrossing the sky. Sunny in Winter is a gold medal awarded to Hainan.

In the early morning, a few carefree clouds swam in the sky, the bright sunshine penetrated through the clouds, and the soft long light column penetrated the happiness of life and the misty sadness. The morning breeze blows gently, bringing coolness.

A quiet morning scene means eternal comfort. I can see the mountain in the distance. Under the rising sun, the outline of the mountain peak is broad, soft, slow and determined, showing eternal peace and dignity.

Like a bow on the back, in the waiting of the season, even if the rich green water is lost in the spring rain, all people no longer look up, and there is no need to beg for the crimson sunshine in the sunset. Walking in the rubber garden, the rubber garden no longer belongs to the colorful world.

The path in the forest twists and turns. The lush rubber leaves are gradually thinning out.

Small trees and big trees, lowlands and highlands, trees stand in layers, and vigorous trunks point to the blue sky in the sun, as if writing down a particularly deep and dignified heart when entering early winter. Creeks in the forest, clear water flowing in blue, dark green grass at the bottom of the water, bent down gently, bustling, clusters of flowing water, leisurely.

The small flowers by the stream, holding the hard and clear meridians, spit out the last fragrant soul under the cold wind. The rolling rubber garden faces the lonely cold wind all the way, and a gorgeous dress embroidered with sunshine shines brightly, which makes the rubber garden include 3231313353236313431331363.

At night, the full moon in winter in Hainan shines on the earth, scattering a thin layer of frost. On a quiet winter night, the moonlight seemed very cold and whispered softly to the tower.

Strolling through the streets, walking through a long road in the dim moonlight, the night is wet and seems to sink. The night is getting quieter. With the movement of the night wind, the flying leaves are not as unrestrained and warm as spring in summer, but belong to a kind of sensitivity and innocence, which adds to the thickness of the night.

The street lamp was dim, and the bright moon in the sky gave off a soft silver light, which wiped out all the pits on the ground. In the shade of the sidewalk, the swaying light and shadow hangs down gently, like a bright feather, gently pulling the heart.

Occasionally, Ye Er, with three heads and two big banyan trees, floated leisurely on the mottled brick road, turned around and mixed with the moonlight under the canopy screen, making a "rustling ..." sound from the silent night light. When I really stood on the winter night and looked at myself carefully, I accidentally felt that my free heart felt the slightest agility on the leaves.

Winter gives quiet love, that is, her deep arms secretly surge with the dryness of spring; The reincarnation of life given by winter is that she tells people that peace is also the quality of a better life. Pale, lonely and difficult winter is a new way to suppress emotions.

I like the winter in Hainan, and I also like its charm. Look at the sunshine in winter, rubber garden; Look at the winter night and moonlight.

Listening to the cool breeze, singing softly in the treetops, and weaving string rhythm in winter. I'm asking myself, the leaves falling with the wind will no longer be the flying leaves that lived in my life last year, right? Zhao.

8. Write a composition about winter in Haikou. A 600-word composition about winter in Hainan! When the empty and crisp north wind blows, watching the scraps of paper flying in the air and taking off in the wind, I vaguely feel that winter is coming in Hainan.

In winter in Hainan, there is no graceful figure of Xue Rou, and there are not too many sparse branches crisscrossing the sky. Sunny in Winter is a gold medal awarded to Hainan.

In the early morning, a few carefree clouds swam in the sky, the bright sunshine penetrated through the clouds, and the soft long light column penetrated the happiness of life and the misty sadness. The morning breeze blows gently, bringing coolness.

A quiet morning scene means eternal comfort. I can see the mountain in the distance. Under the rising sun, the outline of the mountain peak is broad, soft, slow and determined, showing eternal peace and dignity.

Like a bow on the back, in the waiting of the season, even if the rich green water is lost in the spring rain, all people no longer look up, and there is no need to beg for the crimson sunshine in the sunset. Walking in the rubber garden, the rubber garden no longer belongs to the colorful world.

The path in the forest twists and turns. The lush rubber leaves are gradually thinning out.

Small trees and big trees, lowlands and highlands, trees stand in layers, and vigorous trunks point to the blue sky in the sun, as if writing down a particularly deep and dignified heart when entering early winter. Creeks in the forest, clear water flowing in blue, dark green grass at the bottom of the water, bent down gently, bustling, clusters of flowing water, leisurely.

The small flowers by the stream, holding the hard and clear meridians, spit out the last fragrant soul under the cold wind. The rolling rubber garden faces the lonely cold wind all the way, and a dress embroidered with sunshine shines with gorgeous luster, which makes the rubber garden in winter full of rich and profound connotations.

At night, the full moon in winter in Hainan shines on the earth, scattering a thin layer of frost. On a quiet winter night, the moonlight seemed very cold and whispered softly to the tower.

Strolling through the streets, walking through a long road in the dim moonlight, the night is wet and seems to sink. The night is getting quieter. With the movement of the night wind, the flying leaves are not as unrestrained and warm as spring in summer, but belong to a kind of sensitivity and innocence, which adds to the thickness of the night.

The street lamp was dim, and the bright moon in the sky gave off a soft silver light, which wiped out all the pits on the ground. In the shade of the sidewalk, the swaying light and shadow hangs down gently, like a bright feather, gently pulling the heart.

Occasionally, Ye Er, with three heads and two big banyan trees, floated leisurely on the mottled brick road, turned around and mixed with the moonlight under the canopy screen, making a "rustling ..." sound from the silent night light. When I really stood on the winter night and looked at myself carefully, I accidentally felt that my free heart felt the slightest agility on the leaves.

Winter gives quiet love, that is, her deep arms secretly surge with the dryness of spring; The reincarnation of life given by winter is that she tells people that peace is also the quality of a better life. Pale, lonely and difficult winter is a new way to suppress emotions.

I like the winter in Hainan, and I also like its charm. Look at the sunshine in winter, rubber garden; Look at the winter night and moonlight.

Listening to the cool breeze, singing softly in the treetops, and weaving string rhythm in winter. I'm asking myself, the leaves falling with the wind will no longer be the flying leaves that lived in my life last year, right? .

9. "Winter in Hainan" composition Appreciate the winter in your heart.

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 am inexplicably tied to it by the lifeline. It is like a magnet, and I am just a ball of light. As soon as it comes near, I will be held back by it. But when it passed by, I lost my life and could only be like a deflated ball. Maybe because I was born in winter, I should like winter. But I am always confused about it, and I will be touched inexplicably in winter.

In my opinion, winter is the peak of memory, and in winter, I will always be inexplicably pulled up by the rope to remember the gear. This fallacy of mine was confirmed by my friend. 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 will be happy. In winter, sometimes I don't know.

In winter, I always feel dizzy. It may be a day of hibernation. But I don't want to give up my life. It is a waste to spend such a beautiful day in a deep sleep without feeling it, so I will not be reconciled. After all, there is only one winter in a year. But there is no good pastime in winter, because I always meditate. However, sometimes new discoveries are made in meditation.

If one season must be removed from the four seasons, I don't care which season disappears except winter. I don't like places where the seasons are like spring. Because it's too monotonous. In my feeling, spring, summer and autumn seem to be the same. God wants to decorate them in winter. Sometimes I wonder what to do without winter. Although if there is really no winter, the earth will still turn and people will still live, but it is really a little 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. Late autumn unconsciously enters winter, and then unconsciously enters winter and spring. I always feel that winter passes quickly, but I try to remember, but there is nothing particularly happy.

Winter is such a season that I can't understand, a season that makes me have special feelings for it.

winter

Winter suddenly came, and the gorgeous sunshine scratched people's faces a few days ago. The red and yellow peaks are very beautiful against the blue sky.

The girls in the small town are still in full bloom of youth and fashion, but winter has come with an irreversible attitude. In a few gloomy days, the footsteps of winter soon reached the door. The bustling city seems to be frozen in an instant, and fewer and fewer people ride bicycles. Pedestrians come and go in a hurry with their hands in their pockets, their heads down and their chins in their mouths, but the spacious tourist bus on weekdays is suddenly crowded with people wrapped up. The tall French phoenix trees on both sides of the street were stripped of their shiny skins. When a few leaves in the street were swollen by the deep red rain, they hung silently on the branches. Next to the bus shelter, a couple hugged each other gently. The girl's hand is quietly inserted in the boy's cotton-padded pocket. The boy stood firm with his back against the cold north wind. The winter night is dark and long. Even in busy streets, people are making faces at each other. Passing cars separate people, and not far away is a cold, mechanically separated steel torrent. The city where thousands of residents are hiding has no festive atmosphere. On the contrary, there is something gloomy behind everyone. Luxurious streets are paved with bright and clean tiles, and flashing neon lights show off the beauty of modern cities to people coming and going, while beggars lying or lying in dark corners seem to be talking with people in a hurry.

Winter morning

It's a beautiful morning in winter. If you don't believe me, please see-

Every morning when I open the door and go out, the biting cold wind comes at me from time to time. Occasionally, naughty little snowflakes fall like dancing. Hexagonal snowflakes are varied: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like pieces of paper ... they are beautiful. Fall to the ground, as if to spread a thick blanket on the ground; Falling on a tree, like wearing silver; It landed in the car like a fresh cream cake. This beautiful snow scene makes people immerse themselves in fresh air. Everything is wrapped in silver and beautiful.

However, what makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the window, some of which are like forests and full of mystery; Some are like streams, as if flowing quietly; Some are like Santa Claus, as if to give gifts to people ... Miss Winter is really ingenious!

The club is crowded and very lively. People are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, like cotton bags. They do morning exercises with beautiful music.

There is a thick layer of ice on the artificial lake, and some naughty little students are frolicking on the lake, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time. …

It is very cold in winter. To tell the truth, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I have a strange feeling. Ah, I love winter, because, in winter, "the wind knows the grass", I love its character.