A 500-word composition describing winter (excluding snowy scenes)
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.
The fields in winter are particularly empty and vast. The northeast wind kept roaring in the fields. The firewood pile in the village was blown away. The big tree tried to stand firm like a strong elf and let its branches sway and sway in the wind, but the yellow leaves on the branches were blown off. These leaves, like being afraid of the cold, rolled into the ditch one by one and at the feet of pedestrians on the road.
Elantra
"If winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
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With the coming of winter, people put on thick cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold wind and frost. With the coming of winter, everything has entered a "dead silence" period, leaving people with eyeful fatigue. ...
That winter, the Clivia I planted became sick as early as two months ago. When winter comes, it loses all its green color and becomes a pile of dead branches. I'm sorry that months of hard work went up in smoke. In order to reassure myself a little, I didn't throw it away immediately, nor did I take it out of the flowerpot immediately. I just left it as it is.
In this way, I spent the winter of that year in regret. Every time I touch the cold flowerpot, I feel sad and helpless in my heart. Now that I think about it, I can still feel the long winter.
After the spring of the following year, I made up my mind to get rid of the dead branches and make room for planting orchids in flowerpots. So, I dug up the soil with a small shovel and prepared to uproot it.
But at this moment, a miracle appeared. As soon as I put my shovel into the dry thick soil and scraped it twice, I heard a crisp crack, and then I saw the fragments of the ceramic flowerpot scattered all over the floor. However, when I look carefully, it is the root of Clivia, which seems to have died last winter, wrapped in layers of soil and as thick as a white beard. Instead of necrosis, it became more and more lush and branched again and again. Now, it is so lush that it fills the whole flowerpot, just like a dragon's paw sticking tightly to a porcelain flowerpot. No wonder it breaks at the touch.
Seeing this, I quickly trimmed the messy roots and replanted them in the pot. As a result, a month later, each flowerpot gave off a lovely Clivia bud.
I have to marvel at this scene. In the whole winter brewing, it can grow again and flourish. I was simply impressed by the miracle of this winter. This admiration is from the heart. From the eyes to the heart, I have to sincerely sigh its tenacious vitality.
Think about it, how stupid I was to give up the chance of a new life in such a hurry in winter. Thick cotton-padded clothes really cut off all the joy and hope brought by new life. But now I understand that the temporary "dead silence" is to let us appreciate life more truly and appreciate life.
In winter, plants can be reborn by longing for spring after the "dead silence" in winter. What about that guy? Winter can also look forward to spring, and you can get greater new life and hope. We should be awed by the magic of life, so we should show courage and action. Just like Clivia with withered stems and leaves, when spring shines on the earth, you will have the beauty like a Siberian butterfly, and then break the ice to find a brighter and brighter you.
As long as your heart is full of hope, you can cross the cold winter and enjoy the warmth of spring sunshine!
Looking forward to winter
It's been a few days since I left my alma mater, and the past scenes are still reappearing in front of my eyes-Ming.
West of Hangzhou is my school, which is a very secluded place. Of course, modern industry has entered here, but compared with many other places in Hangzhou, it is still very good, because it is between Heshan (Xiaoheshan in Hangzhou National Forest Park) and Xixi (Hangzhou Wetland), so the air will not be as dark as in the city. I don't know why, the snow in the mountains is always generous, sometimes even in early winter.
The school has its own personality, which is different from others. It always lacks the harshness of winter, but it is the tenderness of warm countryside. But the cold wind came in early winter and late autumn, and the wind was very sharp, leaving a series of scars on my face. However, I am surprised that I still like to wrap my clothes on the road. Dead leaves will not be swept away, so a few strong or new leaves will not be blown away by the wind, so
Last winter was very sad, because I had to face many exams, so I was under great pressure. However, it is a good hope to take a walk in the dim moonlight in winter after the unbearable evening self-study, because such hope will have a powerful force, and such courage is not available in the mountains. You can see the canteen at the corner of the path. Dining halls often like to be in front of the moon, and so do mountains. But now, in this season, I'm afraid no one can touch the arrogant moon. My friends often ask me, "Why do you always like watching stars?" And I always like to answer, "They always give me hope."
I don't feel tired walking here like this, because there are surprises every day, and surprises may be the meaning of life. It is because of so many surprises that I have a different life from others, but the children outside Hangzhou have the same hope, and the grayish snow on the mountain always falls inadvertently.
The glass of the classroom in winter is covered with ice and snow. When we entered the classroom in the morning, it was dispersed by the hot air exhaled by the waves and turned into steam and floated into the sky. So we made a surprise ourselves, because these vapors turned into water, then turned into snow and fell on the window of our classroom. This is just a reincarnation. I am undoubtedly myself, but I really want to go. I created it myself. I think the snow in a warm country is always weak, because it is the personality of Jiangnan people. I was so absorbed in class that I didn't notice the changes outside the window. When I went out after class, I saw that the mountains behind me were all white and foggy, which looked a little gray and normal. The sky is much lower, and the trees in front of us are tightly wrapped. My hands can't help freezing, wet and painful. It melted in an instant. It was my body temperature that made it enter a reincarnation again.
The road around the school is to be walked every day, and so is the snowy night. Although it is only residual snow, it is still very thick. This kind of snow is rare in China. It buried the land and isolated it from the cold air outside. I'm also wrapped in thick. "It's not cold when it snows, but it's cold when it melts." This is a reminder from my teacher after the snow, probably to keep us warm. The moon on this day is a little stingy. I don't know if I'm afraid of the cold and hiding.
Now, I have left my beloved sky, but in this season when the sky is no longer burning, I look forward to that winter, and I can still walk in the snow at school. I look forward to it. ...
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