How to write a composition about winter scenery?

When winter comes, the leaves on the trees slowly fall and the lake freezes. People put on colorful down jackets and thick hats and gloves, and they all look "fat".

I like winter very much because it snows in winter. Snowflakes slowly floated down from the air, covered with a thick layer, and squeaked when stepping on it. The tree looks like it's wearing a silver dress. It's really beautiful.

What I am most happy about is that I can make a snowman and hit the snow pole, turn the snow into a small snowball, and chase and fight with children in the snow. Snowballs flying around in the air are really interesting.

I wish it snowed now!

Chapter 2: The scenery didn't change that winter.

Another winter, I was in the yard, holding snow and scattering it into the sky, repeating the goddess' action of scattering flowers over and over again. "I like holidays best, because I can play with snow luxuriously every day. I am an angel scattering flowers." At that time, I was innocent and lovely, but I didn't know that the blow was counting down ...

I want to talk to you when you come in. Listening to my mother's sweet voice, I jumped up and ran into the room! I don't want to clean up the snow, because I have a game later. As soon as I entered the door, my mother spoke (for the first time, she told me so bluntly), "Hao, how have you been studying recently?" "Of course ...-_-Just so-so." I am good at having fun. But my mother's expression didn't go as I thought, and then she said to me coldly, "How about I take you to Chifeng?" "Ah ~" Silent ... wordless ..

Then run out of the house.

It snowed heavily that year. With the creaking footsteps, there are traces of my walking in the snow, and I am confused and confused. ...

Since then, I have changed, lonely, boring, silent, no longer naive, no longer cute, that is, some people say that I am cute, but actually it is just a package, and my heart is cruel, cold and heartless. I know that no matter how much I love my family, my classmates and the people I love deeply, I can't change back to my original self. I spent a wonderful childhood there, but I don't belong there.

The heavy snow not only buried my footprints, but also buried my old memories. I don't want to look back or think about it. After all, I'm not ............. I was.

It's snowing all over the sky outside, and I'm not in the mood to play with snow anymore. The scenery hasn't changed, but the people in it have changed. ) There is an extra page in the household registration book. I know, I belong here-"Chifeng" with yellow sand all over the sky.

Chapter III: Winter Scenery

Winter came, the original green turned yellow, and the original lush buttonwood also turned yellow. Even so, the winter scenery has its beautiful side.

In the morning, there will be a layer of white things on trees and vegetable fields. What is that? Is it snow? No, that's the snow-white frost painted by the painter nature. Besides frost, you can see fog in the morning. The fog sometimes flutters like a fairy's white ribbon, sometimes it flows like milk dropped by the gods, and flutters like a naughty doll, which makes people puzzled.

There is a well-written poem: "The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold." In winter, there is another flower that stands proudly and perseveres-plum blossom. Plum blossom has the characteristics of ice muscle jade bone and lingering fragrance, and also has noble, strong and modest personality, which makes people determined to work hard and learn from his spirit. At the same time, it also adds a simple beauty to winter.

Chapter Four: Winter Scenery

In the morning, I opened the curtains and saw a thick layer of ice flowers, some like roses, some like forests, and there was a winding path in the middle ..... It was beautiful!

When I walked out of the house, I saw that the ground was covered with thick snow, which seemed to dress the ground.

Trees have lost their former luster and become bare, but the snow on them is like plum blossoms. How beautiful! I think, after this year, those trees will grow leaves again, so I am not sad. There is no grass on the house, but there is a layer of snow, which makes the roof become a white roof, like a small snow house. How beautiful! The river has been turned into an ice rink. A group of happy children came here to skate. They skate very well.

The whole winter is so beautiful, no matter where!

Chapter 5: Winter Scenery

The northwest wind blew fast, Snow Girl came, and the little snow lace flew down from the sky in circles. How happy this is!

Students and teachers go to the suburbs to enjoy the snow scene. There is a white carpet on the ground. Some small trees were bent by the heavy snow. Only the beautiful wintersweet turned the heavy snow into a cotton-padded jacket and looked at us with a smile. The scenery there is really beautiful!

Some students are making a snowman, some are having a snowball fight and some are skiing. How happy they are!

After a while, Miss Feng came. Teacher Feng is helping nature to sweep snow, making trees easier, keeping flowers and plants from being crushed, and making pedestrians on the road easier to walk. Teacher Feng is really hardworking!

Chapter VI: Winter Scenery

The cold winter came quietly to the world.

Early in the morning, I went out to school, and a cold wind blew on my face, making me tremble with cold. On the way to school, I saw all my friends in school were wearing bloated cotton-padded clothes, but they were still shrinking their necks and walking in a hurry.

In the afternoon, the cloudy sky suddenly floated with snowflakes. They walk, dance and jump together in twos and threes. How carefree they are! Seeing this wonderful scene, I couldn't help running outside and reaching for the white snowflake. I thought: whose ingenious hand did this exquisite six-petal snowflake come from? Who put them in the sky? Ah, I suddenly understand that this is a masterpiece of nature and the condensation of nature's love for human beings!

Snow kissed me gently, sprinkled on my face and landed in my neck. Crispy and crisp, really fascinating! Snowflakes keep falling, as if telling people that it wants to come to the world most, leaving a white mark on the earth, so that trees can enjoy the sweet spring of life. They are as gorgeous as flowers in spring, flying like butterflies in summer, and as chic as fallen leaves in autumn.

Soon, a thin layer of snow, like a huge, soft wool blanket, covered the whole earth. This is the first snow since winter. Although it is not very heavy, it has brought great vitality to the earth and human beings.

I love the magnificent scenery in winter, and I love snow, the spirit of nature.

Chapter 7: Winter Scenery

The cold winter has come, and after a heavy snow, the whole East Red has become a world of powder and jade. The willow trees are covered with silver bars, and the lawn is covered with silver wires. The cold winter has come, and after a heavy snow, the whole East Red has become a world of powder and jade. The willow trees are covered with silver bars, and the lawn is covered with silver wires.

Get up in the morning, it's foggy in winter. After the fog cleared, a beautiful scene appeared. The needles of that pine tree are covered with a thick layer of frost, like a white chrysanthemum. After a few strokes, the yellow leaves fell in succession.

In the morning after the snow, I really can't bear to step on it when I see white snow flowers. When I was walking on the stone road in Beishan, I heard a creaking sound.

The little face is a little tight and itchy with cold. Although it is very cold, this coldness is concealed by my happy mood.

Winter is my favorite.

During the day, snowflakes are flying in the sky and falling slowly, and the earth is covered with a layer of snow-white silver. How beautiful!

The mountains are covered with snowflakes, the houses are covered with snow, the fields are full of wet and cold ice, and some people are having snowball fights, skating and making snowmen. I accidentally fell down, I fell down a slope, I slipped down, I felt so cold and icy, but I was very happy!

The streets were covered with snow, some people fell down, and all the friends cheered to do an interesting activity together, including running, snowball fights, snowman making, skating competitions, etc ... We seemed to have entered a beautiful fairy tale world.

How beautiful the scenery is in winter! It also brings so much joy!

Chapter 8: Winter Scenery

In winter, the sky is high and the clouds are light, which is endless. Occasionally, one or two snow-white clouds add a little color to the faint sky.

The tree below is like an old man in a white coat. Spring is no longer naughty. When the wind blows, the "old man" wobbles as if he were going to fall. The grass below is still so green that it is not afraid of the torture of winter.

Inside is a big flower bed, which is not like sowing the seeds of hope in spring or blooming flowers in summer. The sky is so bleak, the flowers have faded long ago, leaving only white and soft snow. Inside, the little seeds of flowers are sleeping, waiting for the recovery of spring, breaking out of their shells and starting to participate in the Hundred Flowers Festival.

There is a community next to it, and many children are having snowball fights. They had a good time, and many shells roared by. Some of them play with snowmen, hold shovels and boards, and build snowmen's bellies. Then, they use buckets as hats, carrots as noses, and broom arms are freshly baked. Passers-by usually wear cotton-padded jackets, thick snow shoes, a bunch of big candied haws in their hands and a happy smile on their faces.

There is also a small river next to the community. In spring, the river is crystal clear and there are many fry in it. People come here to fish and relax from time to time, but in winter, the river has frozen. Some people are playing ice, some are playing ice slides, and some are playing sledding. They are having a good time.

I like winter, especially the scenery in winter.

Chapter 9: Winter Scenery

The cold winter has come, and after a heavy snow, the whole East Red has become a world of powder and jade. The willow trees are covered with silver bars, and the lawn is covered with silver wires. Get up in the morning, it's foggy in winter. After the fog cleared, a beautiful scene appeared. The needles of that pine tree are covered with a thick layer of frost, like a white chrysanthemum. Yellow leaves are falling as the breeze blows. On the morning after the snow, I asked my brother to enjoy the winter scenery. I saw white snowflakes, and I really couldn't bear to step on them. When I was walking on the road, I heard a creaking sound. My face is a little sore and itchy because of the cold. Although it is very cold, this cold is also covered by my happy mood. Winter is my favorite season. 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, heavy snow makes people seem to come to an elegant and quiet realm, and to a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the whiteness of snow give people a cool and comfortable feeling. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming more beautiful.

The snow at dusk is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, which can drown everything. There is also a feeling of revealing hide and seek. The snow is colorful and crystal clear, like a soldier going out, covered with silver armor, and like a piece of white sail 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. After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow. I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

Winter is a surly teenager, sometimes docile and clever, and sometimes playing some practical jokes. When he is happy, the sun is shining and the breeze is blowing gently. When he is unhappy, dark clouds cover the sun, and it rains and snows. He always greedily wanted this and that, and really gave it to him, but he didn't cherish it and vandalized it. He trotted on the yellow grass after autumn, thinking that the rustling of the grass was not pleasant to hear, so he scattered snowflakes all over the sky and wrapped mountains, rivers and fields in soft velvet blankets. He was very proud of his creation and cheered. #p# Paging title #e# played in Xueyuan. Under the care of the snow blanket, those yellow grasses had a sweet dream. In my dream, the spring breeze once gave off green buds. However, the teenager doesn't know Cao Ermeng. He hasn't played enough. He saw a swaying leaf on the tree on the other side of the river, but the gurgling river hindered his steps. He didn't have the patience to detour from the bridge, so he waved and raised a cold wind to freeze the river. He ran across the ice quickly, tore off the last leaf left on the branch, rubbed it in his hand until it broke, and then threw it away without pity.

Winter is a dignified middle-aged man, bold, firm and unhurried. He is always carrying a heavy bag and walking in a hurry. Although he has lost his curiosity and impulse when he was young, he is still full of passion for struggle. He clearly realized that he was shouldering the mission of connecting the past with the future, and he had a long way to go, and he dared not slack off for a moment. In the north, he was very brave, not only blowing the cold wind of hunting, but also throwing colorful snowflakes. In the south, he was infected by the elegance of Jiangnan and became humble. In his footsteps, from time to time there is a misty rain falling. So the poet sang: there are 484 temples in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are many towers in the misty rain. His busyness and caution made him unsmiling, but in his heart, he still lost a trace of warmth and secretly dispersed. He took care of the fish swimming under the ice sheet carefully to keep them from the cold. He let the snow melt in the sun and penetrate into the dry land. He knew that only in this way, the soil full of water would be more suitable for the growth of seedlings next spring. He made the branches of Chimonanthus praecox bloom with "simple and honest" flowers, which made people feel the beauty of life in the bleak. ...

Winter is an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, calm and frank. He sat in the yard where he had lived all his life, enjoying the warm sunshine in winter. In his chiseled eyebrows, you can see the lush in early spring, the enthusiasm in midsummer and the harvest in late autumn. The fragrance of plum blossoms is floating in the air. He provided a venue and props for the lovely children to have a snowball fight. He looked at that naughty smiling face and was very happy. He stretched out his bony hand and summoned his wife who had been together for life. The two men talked to each other and chatted about the past. In his story, there are silver snakes dancing in the mountains, primitive wax statues and ice breaking the river and flying swallows back. This road, no matter how difficult it is, is hand in hand side by side and has never been separated. Their words are sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes emotional and sometimes slow. Those fleeting years seem to be pulled back, close at hand and within reach. Gradually, the voices of the old people disappeared, replaced by dreamy eyes and quiet smiles. Outside the window, dusk is approaching, and the cold wind is ringing the bells under the eaves, bringing the news of the recovery of everything. What is winter? Actually, there is no need to imagine too much.

Winter is very simple and easy-going. It doesn't care what role it is given, it can be you or me. It doesn't have too many extravagant demands, just want to perform the most vivid and unique plot in its short season. Then, with the end of the plot, the curtain falls, and an elegant one turns around and falls away.

Ah! In winter, you pave the way for spring. Without you, there would be no beautiful spring. I admire you-winter!

Chapter 10: Winter Scenery

Spring is mild, summer is warm, autumn is lofty, and winter is Leng Yan's.

Winter is a cold killer, he killed many lovely little souls. He withered flowers, grass and leaves. You see, all the leaves of poplar trees fell overnight. From a distance, it looks like a golden wave rolling up and down. Listen, the sound of flowers sighing in the wind and the words of grass crying under the moon are so helpless and sad. The birds heard their sighs and cries. There is no winter hiding in the south.

But winter is a gentle girl. She painted the morning sun red and spread white gauze on the earth. You see, the sun rising in Ran Ran in the blue sky appears from behind a tree, like a drunk's face. Its brilliance shines on the earth and brings a little warmth to people. The country road is covered with frost and rustles under people's feet.

Winter is a weak old man. He has traveled all over Cang Sang, suffering from the wind and snow, but he still does not change his love for nature. You see, winter wheat seedlings are covered with quilts, deciduous trees are the winter fertilizer he insists on cultivating, and the fields ravaged by pests are the pesticides he applies. He makes pine trees greener, wintersweet more fragrant and the sky higher. People are stronger. He gave all his best things to the world and kept nothing for himself. When the footsteps of spring approached, he left so suddenly and gave his hopes and blessings to the new year.

In winter, no matter what posture you present in front of us, you are the most Leng Yan, beautiful and unforgettable.