Aershan looks at the snow and writes a composition.

1. The composition describing Aershan is 800 words north. winter String moon. Neon. 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.

In my eyes, I went to Hulunbeier grassland in the summer vacation, where the grass is beautiful and the water is abundant, the mountains are beautiful and the clouds are white, which is a tourist attraction.

The weather in Hulunbeier is changeable. One moment it was clear in Wan Li, and soon it began to rain. It didn't take long to stop. If you are lucky, you can still see the beautiful rainbow.

The coach took us galloping on the grassland. Looking around, the green is infinite, and the car is driving so fast that people can't help but want to shout. There are countless cows, horses and sheep on the grassland. Some of them are grazing alone, some are walking leisurely, and some are drinking water in groups by the puddle. Beautiful rape flowers are still in full bloom on the grassland, just like a golden ocean.

The original beauty of Aershan Forest Park is more attractive. The Haraha River is winding and endless, running through the whole Aershan Park. The river is sometimes swift and sometimes stable. The most famous is the Shili frozen river, which will not freeze in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Looking down from a height is like a ribbon embedded in green grass. Walking in the forest and listening to the sound of running water makes people feel comfortable.

Although the mountain in Hulunbeier is not high, it is beautiful, lush and lovely. In particular, all the trees on the mountain grow on the shady side, and none grows on the sunny side. The most famous is the beautiful Rose Peak. Every evening, in the afterglow of the sun, it turns into a gorgeous rose color, hence the name Rose Peak.

Hulunbeier is not only beautiful in grassland, but also has ever-changing clouds in the sky, and the scenery is more beautiful. They are big and decorated in the blue sky. They look very close to us, as if they can be taken off with one hand. The clouds there are enchanted, some like a big lion standing tall, some like a long train, some like a lively puppy, and some like a flying bird at first. After reading it, it became a castle again ... they changed and changed, which made people see it dizzying.

The beauty of Hulunbeier is endless, you can go and see it when you have time!

3. Feeling and experience of coming back from Aershan Composition North. winter The moon. Neon. The first snow began to drift away.

Sitting alone behind the curtain of snow and fog, listening to the sound of falling snow. 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, curled up in my warm cabin, lighting a lamp, listening to music, drinking steaming tea, reading my favorite books, watching the wind, frost, rain and snow slide through the window, year after year, and so on. I would like to live in my castle and watch the years pass quietly, like running water. I don't know if the traces of time have hung my face, have they?

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 must walk alone on the road, looking at the crumbling leaves that will not fall, I will feel a little bleak, I will feel the warmth of home, and I will involuntarily speed up my steps. I think of that ancient poem, "Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns people on a snowy night." I can't help laughing at the thought of this. There is no distinction between reality and illusion. Many scenes have never been experienced and will never be realized, but they are inexplicably familiar and frightened. It seems that wings have grown from my heart, flying around for me through time and space. It turns out that imagination can be so real and absurd.

I suddenly remembered an old song from many years ago: keep my emotions away, keep my memory blank, forget the past I once had, and stop saying love ... I like these naive old songs, and a few words can solve all my troubles. How many words can fulfill the elusive promise of that year? I don't know and I can't prove it. All I know is that it can't 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.

The moonlight and snow shadow rolled in the window, sprinkled on the table by the window, sprinkled on my forehead, nourishing my soul. Fingertips danced again, pouring out her loneliness. This is just a game and a dream, but the rules of the game are impermanent. Such a dream, you can see the other side, but you can't swim. This play is wonderful. It should be staged when it should be staged, and it should be finished when it should be finished. This game is very helpless, from clear to fuzzy.

"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 can't pursue it all my life.

The composition describing Aershan's spring, summer, autumn and winter is spring, the spring breeze is blowing, and the green willows are like silk. Flowers and trees are busy putting on new clothes for themselves. On the bare branches, the leaves have already turned a blind eye. At this time, new buds have emerged quietly, like chickens that have just drilled out of eggshells, revealing furry green buds, which makes people feel pity. The withered and yellow grass, which has long been lifeless, can't wait to squeeze out from people's feet, and can't wait to see this busy world of flowers and plants. The placed bonsai is served by the flower seller to show his elegance in front of others. All kinds of flowers are open to people, so enchanting. A season of play, I like this season full of vigor and vitality.

Summer, hot summer, summer is terrible. The sun is like a fireball, scorching the earth, the air is sultry and the ground is hot. The trees on the roadside stood there listlessly, without a trace of wind, and the leaves were motionless and covered with thick ash. It will fade after a few minutes in the sun, and it is not glamorous. The fish soon surfaced and bubbled. In hot summer, this is a good time to swim. Men, women and children flock to the seaside, enjoying the feeling of waves, sea breeze and beach. Summer is hot, happy and colorful.

Autumn, fallen leaves, bleak autumn wind. The original green leaves have faded and stained with a layer of golden light. The leaves of autumn crops are completely stripped of an annoying layer of bright gold, and the whole process from seedling raising to fruiting has accumulated into a calm, textured and slightly dry yellow. People are trying to reap the fruits of their labor. The sunset in autumn is the most rewarding. The setting sun slowly sprinkled the gentle afterglow on this muddy yellow landscape, which made the leaves show a different color. Coupled with the seemingly absent cold fog, the whole earth is full of peace and harmony. It is not as charming as spring, nor as hot as summer. The arrival of autumn makes me feel very comfortable, because I like autumn. I like its air, its sunshine, the mood it brings and the hope of harvest. I miss it day and night. The arrival of autumn also drew a full stop for summer.

In winter, it is chilly, and winter is December. In winter, trees shed their heavy clothes and show their solid chests. Animals also enter hibernation. Only the white snow falling at this time is the most exciting and energetic, and the whole world is covered with a layer of silver because of the arrival of snow. The whole outside is white, and everything on the house, the trees and the paths we usually walk has become so colorful overnight. Winter is solemn and quiet, which makes people meditate rather than be frivolous.

Spring is the season of love, and everything is full of vitality; Summer is the season of love, and everything is full of passion; Autumn is the season of holding hands, and golden leaves are everywhere; Winter is the season of hugging each other, hugging each other against the cold wind.

5. "Looking at the Lake Pavilion Snow" was rewritten as a composition.

winter String moon.

It's snowing. It has snowed heavily for three days.

I pushed open the door and looked around. The world is white. I can't see tourists or hear birds singing. Snow, a rare and quiet tourist attraction, is paved with simple black and white.

Looking at this quiet picture, the snow is drunk, the lake is drunk, and I am drunk ... I rowed to the West Lake in the snow fog. I hold the stove and look at the flowing snow scene, and my heart moves.

The bare branches in the distance are covered with heavy snow and swaying in the wind. Snow branches sway, shaking off the story in its heart, but melting at my fingertips ... Snow falls magnificently, writing its beauty and sadness incisively and vividly.

The boat rowed into the lake, and in the snow under the crescent moon, only traces of the long embankment were found. When the wind passed, the pavilion in the middle of the lake blew away a wisp of snow, and my boat drew memories like weeds.

I went to the pavilion and saw two people sitting opposite me drinking. When they saw me, they were very surprised and invited me to drink with them.

A wisp of wind, a Jing Xue, a glass of wine and a friend. All this, originally for me, is it not a beautiful encounter? However, after several years of ups and downs, although I don't know the direction, my hometown is still in my heart.

Cold falls into my hair, sticks to my clothes, slowly melts into wine and flows into my heart. I drank three glasses of wine. It hurts! It hurts! Pain ... Begging to ask, where are you from, how do you come to enjoy the snow on a freezing day? The two said that they were from Jinling and lived here as guests.

I nodded, said goodbye to them in loneliness and pain, and headed for the old ship. The man who sailed for me muttered, "Don't say Mr. Wang is stupid, there are others as stupid as you."

Yes, we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! The past of destruction comes to mind again! The cold is not biting, but the moon is pitifully withered. I stayed on the boat, like a snowflake tired of dancing, unable to fly away.

6. A composition about snow: 600 words. Last night's snow drifted by the next night. My mother and I walked under the street lamp and saw snowflakes flying. I really want to jump into the beautiful "flying snow world", but they are obviously coming for me.

Back in the yard, the snow has accumulated a thick layer, and my mother went up by herself, leaving me alone in the yard. The snow lay quietly on the ground, and the bright lights of every household shone gently on the snow. Snow is too fragile to stand the strong light.

Standing alone on this stage of nature, looking at the silvery white snow under the light, I feel a kind of softness, a kind of warmth and an inexplicable excitement! I really want to dance; I want to spend freely again. How can I spend freely? I had to draw two arcs on the snow with my shoes, leaving pure footprints!

The next morning, when I opened the window, a fresh air came to my face, and then I saw a world wrapped in silver. Great, the earth finally took off its dirty clothes and put on a white shirt! I ran downstairs as fast as I could and stood in the snow. I really want to hug and kiss Xue, but I can't. However, I have to thank the winter messenger for the gift! So, on the white "drawing board", I wrote my own message:

"Good snow! Let it snow harder!

-the words of a boy with childlike innocence "

In terms of messages, I made a snowman. I hope that the messenger of winter can see all this, and I hope that all this can represent my gratitude for winter.

At noon, my handwriting, Snowman, was quickly destroyed. Coupled with the strong sunshine, the delicate light snow soon turned into water. This is exactly the old saying, "Good flowers don't bloom often, and good times don't often." So, my mood is a little lost.

Campus is full of vitality in spring, summer and autumn. What does the snow in winter bring us?

On Thursday night, the first snow of 2009 came quietly. At night, under the heavy snow, flowers and trees put on a white dress, branches propped up snow-white snowballs, and flowers and plants fell asleep in the warm quilt. In the morning, the students opened their dim eyes and saw the "platinum" on the ground. They can't help but be surprised: nature is really a generous philanthropist!

After class, we saw the wonderful scenery on the lawn and couldn't help flying to the lawn to play games such as "goddess scattering flowers", "snowball fight" and "making a snowman". Watching the falling snowflakes quietly fall on my hair, I was envious and jealous.

We were as happy as crazy. You chased me and played, and laughter echoed over the campus. I gently picked up a handful of snow and made it into a small snowball, but the chill on the snow slipped into every cell of my body, making me feel cold and comfortable.

But it is also cruel, and it slipped away without making us happy for a while. I am very complaining in my heart, but when I recall that everyone sprinkled crystal snowflakes on others to make a small and exquisite snowman, that kind of heartfelt smile will remain in my childhood memory forever.

Snowflake's life is short, but it left us the most wonderful moment, so there is no regret.

Look, it's snowing! "I was attracted to the corridor by the sound. When I 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 at 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 are great, and I can hear the happiness in their lives.

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

7. Composition of the Tianchi Lake in Aershan Today, my mother and I went to the famous Tianchi Lake in Camel Ridge in Aershan City.

It is said that Tianchi is a big hole where magma and lava gathered when the volcano erupted tens of thousands of years ago. Many years have passed. Someone once put fry in Tianchi Lake, but after a few days, those fry disappeared and no dead fish bodies floated up.

Tianchi Lake in Aershan, like a crystal clear jasper, is embedded in the majestic mountain top, surrounded by dense forests and wild azaleas. The water in the pool is unfathomable. Miraculously, the water level did not rise for a long time and did not fall after a long drought.

Level as a mirror, reflecting green mountains and green waters, blue sky and white clouds. At the turn of spring and summer, the water vapor in the mountains stagnates, the mist fills the air at the top of the mountain, azaleas are in full bloom, and Chi Pan is around, which constitutes the unique natural landscape of Tianchi.

Standing on the green hill next to Tianchi, you can have a bird's eye view of all the scenery of Tianchi. The surface of the pool is rippling and sparkling, and it becomes colorful and dazzling under the sunlight.

The scenery in Aershan is pleasant and interesting.

8. Write a composition about the snow scene, 500-600 words. On the fourteenth day of the first month, when we were still immersed in the joy of the festival, there was an intermittent light rain in the sky. Raindrops seem to add to the festive atmosphere, and everyone's joyful voice is getting louder and louder with the increase of rain. ...

When I got home at noon, the rain had stopped.

Walking on the road, the tempting feeling seems to come from walking in a fairy tale, as if all the pedestrians are walking along the fairy tale path with me, but everything seems so clear. "I really want to stay a little longer!" I was intoxicated by the fairytale beauty. "Go home!" what can I do? Only in this way. I walked through the rain.

As soon as I stepped in the afternoon, the rain turned into snow bigger than goose feathers, cleaner than jasper and whiter than clouds.

I stood on the balcony and looked at the falling snowflakes. Its charm attracted me deeply. Itchy in my heart, I'm excited about the "auspicious snow and good harvest" and happy about having a new game place. I packed my things in a hurry and prepared to go down and have a good time! "Stop! Read a book! " With a roar, I can only go back to reading angrily. I could have seen it on the balcony, but I passed the snow because I couldn't control my emotions.

Listening to the "whistling" wind and the shouts of "hip-hop" outside the window, I couldn't help looking up. But I can't escape the "eyes" and I will be caught red-handed.

"Snow! How do you have such great charm? Why are you so attractive to me? ..... "The question filled the whole afternoon, and my thoughts drifted with the snow. Although I had my favorite book in my hand, I didn't read it all afternoon.

I finally stayed up till night, so it's time for bed. Take this opportunity to have a good look.

"Ah ah! Still waiting! " "Why?" "It's time for bed. Now look at the beautiful snow scene and don't delay your study. You can also find inspiration and write a great composition, ok? " "Shut up! Please shut your mouth. Sleep! " A thousand bad things are not good, and the only mistake is this scream. I passed the snow that attracted me again.

It was not until noon the next day that the snow gradually stopped.

Mom and dad are out, and I'm the only one at home. It is said that it has not snowed so heavily for thirty years.

The door was locked, so I climbed onto the windowsill to see the snow.

The distant mountains, nearby houses and cars are all wrapped in heavy snow. How can we tell what is what? It's just white. However, this makes me reluctant to leave the place to watch. Why?

Maybe it's because snow can moisten the land and freshen the air! And! The whiteness of snow means a beautiful mind; The purity of snow represents noble moral integrity; The coldness of the snow reflects the fiery passion. ...

Looking at the snow, I find it more and more charming. Moreover, I also believe that it attracts not only me, but all those who love it!

9. In the fourth grade, write a composition about playing and watching snow, with no less than 400 words and no more than 450 words. Today, it snows heavily. I was idle and thought: have a snowball fight! So I asked Zhou Ju to have a snowball fight with me.

At first, a murderous look surrounded me, and suddenly three fist-sized snowballs flew at me. I had a brainwave, turned left and right, and it was easy.

In this way, I played with Zhou Ju for two hours. Our army and the enemy are evenly matched, and no one can tell who wins or loses.

Later, I moved the base of our army. On the way to transfer, Zhou Ju played tricks behind her back. A snowball flew by, hit the wall and reflected on me. Boom, it's so cold! Snowball hit my little face and slowly rolled into my clothes. Do you feel cold?

Finally, not to be outdone, I immediately picked up a snowball and threw it at his head. "Yeah, yeah" target hit. I began to defend myself, so that you hit me and I hit you, and the war was over.

Snowball fights can not only help us understand the war, but also cultivate our sentiments. It's killing two birds with one stone!