Writing a composition with the howling cold wind

1. An essay describing the struggle between plum blossoms and wind and snow

"Snow is like plum blossoms, plum blossoms are like snow, they are both strange and strange." Snow and plum blossoms are both sung by the ancients object. Snow has the vicissitudes of snow and the strength of ice; plum has the elegance of plum and the dignity of peony. But what do plum blossoms look like in the snow?

I was lucky enough to see it.

The snowy night in Dunhuang is pale and chilling. The sharp edge of snow cuts the world into edges. The snow whizzed away one after another, while the isolated plum blossoms swayed in the wind and snow, flexible and strong.

It is dressed up with wind and snow, beautiful and dignified. The wind and snow have already turned into ice crystals, like plum's eyes and its translucent lips. Dotted with the splendor of starlight, the elegant crystal radiates the colors of the rainbow to its surroundings.

Suddenly the wind picked up and the sofa moved away. The rolling up of dead branches and leaves is like a master's move in Jin Yong's works, extremely dangerous and magnificent. Other flowers could not even find their bodies, but the strong Mei still used her weak body to resist the storm.

The moon in the night sky casts a gleam of brightness on the plum blossoms, but the howling of the wind and snow cannot cover up the plum blossoms' yearning for light.

The wind becomes more and more sinister, fighting the final battle in the boundless Gobi. The strong blade finally struck through the air like a knife that accidentally passed by, trying to kill all the survivors. Plum blossoms, however, remained calm and used their tenacity to withstand the raging snowstorm.

The blizzard finally gave in and scattered in the midnight sky. And the snowflakes are still falling, burying the earth and the sky together.

The plum blossom quietly raised its head in the corner where the moonlight could not shine. The wind and frost only added to its charm, shaking the branches as if stretching. The face like ice crystal blooms after the wind and snow; the petals like amber grow in the wind and snow. It is like a magician taking his last breaths or a woman finishing her dance, bowing to the starlit sky in Dunhuang.

The more dangerous it is, the more it blooms; the more difficult it is, the more tenacious it is. It is the elf of winter nights who dresses with frost and bathes with snow. The plum blossoms blooming selflessly and bravely in the snow!

Plum has been loved and praised since ancient times.

In winter, wintersweet is in full bloom, and the trees are almost covered with flowers. The yellow petals are smooth and transparent, swaying in the cold wind, exuding bursts of fragrance, which is refreshing and has a bit of jade and ice-clear charm.

In winter, what blows the wintersweet is not the gentle spring breeze like willows, but the biting cold wind; what nourishes it is not the cool and gentle rain, but the cold ice and snow; what shines on it is not the warm sunshine, but the cold ice and snow. It is a ray of the setting sun in this season. Wintersweet will bloom its beautiful flowers only after fighting against severe cold, wind and snow.

In winter, round flower buds hang on the branches. The plum tree knows how cold the world is in winter, so it first brings the only flower branch, and then the green leaves grow... When the winter is coming to an end, the fallen flowers do not wither. When the wind blows the flowers, I am worried that the petals will break, and they look so stiff. , It seems that the breath will melt and the touch will hurt, but the plum blossom is not a delicate flower, it can bloom with snow in the deep winter season.

Could it be that plum blossoms are the only remaining flowers in winter? Or the first flower branch to bloom in spring? When the snow breaks the branches, the flowers wither, but the plum blossoms come in the wind and snow. But when winter passes and spring comes, everything wakes up and the garden is filled with flowers, but the plum blossoms go first. Are you following the wind and snow? Or leave the spring it brings in the world?

"All the fragrances are falling, but only the fresh beauty is blooming, occupying the charming small garden." The tenacious spirit of wintersweet standing proudly in the wind and snow is really touching. 2. Write a 400-word composition about my classmates in contrast

; This winter, the weather is extremely cold.

The northwest wind blew across the faces of pedestrians like a knife, and the dead branches creaked feebly, making a final struggle. People who went out to do errands covered themselves tightly with their coats and hurriedly walked on the road with their bodies huddled.

The lively and active children also hid in the warmth of their homes early and did not want to come out to play. When I came to school, I saw that the students were all dressed like cotton bags, some with hats on their heads, gloves on their hands, and scarves around their necks.

When I came to the classroom, I stamped my feet that were numb from the cold, sat on my seat, and looked around again. Everyone was huddled in the cold. The cold wind outside is biting and the north wind is howling. The streets are deserted. Bare saplings stand pitifully on both sides of the road. The once vibrant grass has turned yellow, and the flowers have entered a sweet dream together.

The north wind blew, and the saplings struggled in the cold wind; the grass fell to the ground, as if afraid of the sudden cold wind. And the rows of graceful cypress trees are still so rich and green in the cold winter.

At this time in previous years, it was already very cold. I remember last winter there was a snowstorm in November and the temperature suddenly dropped. But look at this year, the dazzling sun hangs brightly in the sky every day. , the weather forecast the day before yesterday said that there would be strong winds to cool down the temperature, and the temperature did drop a few degrees, but you see, as soon as the wind stopped and the sun came out today, it was another warm and sunny day! I woke up early this morning. As soon as I sat up, a gust of cold wind blew. I couldn't help but sneeze, and quickly got into bed again. I thought: It's really cold today! The weather is so cold today! There were fewer pedestrians on the road, and almost everyone was wearing fluffy gloves, thick scarves, and thick cotton hats. The children's faces were as red as two big apples from the cold.

The leaves of the trees outside have all fallen off and they are already bare. Only the leaves of the pine trees are still green, but they are darker than before.

The little frogs were afraid of the cold, so they hid in the hole and hibernated. Puppies are also not allowed to wear cotton clothes and follow their owners for walks outside.

In the park, next to the sparsely populated, snow-covered venue, heat was rising from a room. People are hiding at home and no one comes out.

Ah, it’s so cold in winter! As soon as I opened the door, a biting cold wind blew in my face, and I couldn't help but tremble all over. I braved the strong wind and walked towards the school.

The pine trees beside the road are covered with thin and long ice strips. The ground has already been covered with a thin layer of ice. It is slippery when you walk up. If you are not careful, you will slip. Look at a small river not far from my home. It has also been covered with a thin layer of ice.

While walking on the road, my face was blown by the wind and hurt like a knife, and my ears were so cold that I lost consciousness. Winter in the Northeast is very cold with strong winds, ice and snow.

Attention. The word "wenling" in majestic and majestic means seriousness and awe.

The north wind blew my cheeks, making me shiver, and the goosebumps on my skin also shuddered. 3. A quick composition of 400 to 600 words about winter scenery for sixth graders

The cold wind howled like a lost little lion roaring. Pedestrians walking on the road were trembling and walking in a hurry.

Winter is here, and the weather is sometimes gloomy and sometimes bright. This kind of weather always makes people think deeply. I sat alone under a tree beside the basketball court on campus, feeling the cold front pass by, and the fallen leaves seemed to freeze into ice for a moment. My body couldn't help but tremble. When I looked up, the trees were still green. From this, I couldn't help but recall the winter I had walked through and the footprints I left behind, and suddenly I wanted to use my pen to describe this season of cold north wind.

I live in the south, so naturally I have never experienced the poetic state of "the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold", and I also yearn for the winter snow in the north, but I still love the winter in the south. Even so, I don't know how to describe the winter I love with the pen in my hand. I have read the winter written by poets. Winter is white. In their hearts, the climate with blooming snowflakes is romantic. I have admired the winter written by painters. Winter is gray. In their hearts, the season without a trace of sunshine is sad and beautiful. of. These are all winter realms in the north, but the south is obviously different. Winter in the south is dark green with a hint of dark yellow. Every morning when I get up, I can see a bunch of withered yellow leaves under the tree. It’s true that “you know how many leaves have fallen when the cold wind comes at night”, but there is still no hint of winter on the tree! However, in the south, winter clouds occasionally look like a kind mother. She looks sadly at her sons - trees, mountains, rivers, and the earth, worried that they will not be able to withstand the cold wind, but even though they are shivering, they are still alive. Always standing tall and tall. When a gust of wind passes, the leaves will burst into laughter, as if pointing at the sun to tell me that the sun is gently touching all things on the earth, giving people a touch of warmth. Someone asked me, "What's there to write about in the winter in the South?" I just smiled. Yes, the south does not have the snow scene of "a sudden spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom", nor does it have the tragic scenery of "the sky is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away", but this is the place where I grew up. If you want to find winter For me, the greatest happiness is to eat hot pot together as a family during the winter solstice, laughing happily, blowing the cold wind, looking at the fallen leaves and the always lush trees.

I love winter in the South - this is where I grew up. A famous person once said, "Winter has come, but can spring be far behind?" 4. I am asking for a composition describing the wind. I need to use two rhetorical methods, about 400 words. It is urgently needed

When the breeze is innocent, it looks like A little baby, lying on the grass for a while, laughing and rolling from one side to the other; for a while, he was in the river, doing somersaults on the water, playing in the water, blowing out some patterns, and painting some green The green patterns are like folding the water surface into a folding fan, folding it up, and then opening it up again.

The breeze is very considerate and caressing humans and various animals. In summer, the breeze dissipates the heat. It brushes your face like velvet, and fans you like a fan. It is so comfortable that people often say: What a nice breeze! The place where birds, kittens, puppies, cattle and sheep live is not ventilated. Will they feel hot when sleeping? The gentle breeze blew past, and the animals felt very comfortable. Although they could not speak, they could make various sounds to express their gratitude and gratitude.

The boat is sailing in the river, the boatmen are paddling, and the trackers are pulling. It must be very tiring, right? It’s not easy for bicycles to get on the bridge, so give them a helping hand. So the breeze blew slightly, and the sail of the boat was spread out, and it was gliding along the river. If the rider had someone to help push him, the wheel would slide much more easily, and the fine sweat on his forehead would be wiped dry by the breeze. Breeze often likes to touch the wheat and rice in the fields, smell the fragrance of flowers, shake hands with adults and children, and say hello, very politely.

However, when the wind is wild and crazy, when it is crazy and crazy, it is its most ferocious moment. At that time, human beings will be killed, injured, and suffer disaster.

The wind was savage. When the strong wind blows across the fields, the plain land suddenly rolls up the rotating loess. If it is winter, the crops have been harvested and the grass and trees have withered. At that time, every village has exposed bare land. The strong wind turned into an unstoppable little overlord, whistling loudly, running wildly everywhere, running through the desolate and cold wilderness, running through the empty village streets, shaking the closed doors and windows of farmers' houses unreasonably, and raising the wind from time to time. A lot of sand was thrown into someone's yard. When playing pranks, it would blow down a few pieces of rotten wood on the fence, scrape away the thatched roof, lift up the peasant woman's skirt, and drive the chickens all over the village, making the chicken feathers become matted.

When the strong wind carries snow into the forest, it will make strange whistling sounds. Rows of big trees were swaying, their branches were cut off, the wind was howling, and the direction was changing erratically. The snow blown up by the wind was like an extremely large snow dragon, dancing wildly in the forest. The writer Qu Bo compared this snow dragon rolled up by the strong wind in "Lin Hai Xue Yuan": It soars and falls, turns right and left, twists its head and throws its tail, and rushes towards the small team. Snow powder was sprayed wildly from the cracks in the forest, hitting the face like stones... Such a strong wind made people breathless, unable to speak, let alone hear other sounds. The Polish writer Sienkiewicz said in "The Crusaders": Amidst the howling and whistling of the whirlwind, only bursts of miserable sounds were heard, which were like howling wolves and neighing horses in the distance. Sometimes it’s like people’s cries for help in times of disaster.

When the strong wind swirled, howled, and roared on the grassland, it made the grass make a sound. The Russian writer Chekhov once wrote about the violent wind in "The Steppe": Suddenly, something exploded in the stagnant air, and a storm suddenly arose. ...The dust rolled up into spirals on the road, running across the grassland, wrapped in wheat straw, dragonflies, and feathers along the way. Like a rotating black pillar, it rose into the sky and darkened the sun. On the grassland, in all directions, those wild hemp plants were stumbling and jumping. One of them was wrapped in the whirlwind, hovering like a bird, flew into the sky, turned into a small black dot, and disappeared. After that, another one flew up, and then a third one flew up. Two of them were twisting each other in the air, as if they were dueling. 5. In the first grade of primary school, look at pictures and write words. Chrysanthemums are surrounded by graceful trees and admire the whiteness and strength. Composition on severe cold

The cool autumn has passed, and the cold winter has quietly come to us.

In winter, the northwest wind howls through the treetops, and the leaves fall into the arms of Mother Earth. Only a few leaves that are not afraid of the cold are still hanging on the trees alone, blown to the ground by the wind. Shake back and forth. The flowers also fell into sweet dreams.

Walking in the woods, I vaguely saw many small rose-red dots on a tree in front of me. What were they? I, Ji Ding Guan Ji Killing Ghost Tax Handanjing, walked forward with curiosity, and it turned out to be plum blossoms. From a distance, it looks like rose-red agate.

When I walked in, I saw five rose-red semicircular petals forming a small flower with stripes of yellow buds in the middle. So beautiful! I picked a plum blossom and held it in my hand. A faint fragrance came to my nose. I took the plum blossom to my nose and smelled it. Wow! It’s because its fragrance is so delicious! In the cold winter, other flowers are afraid of the cold and hide at home to sleep.

Only plum blossoms are not afraid of the severe cold and bloom proudly against the frost. This spirit of not being afraid of difficulties is really worth learning. 6. Write a short composition about windy winds.

When the strong wind hovers, howls and howls on the grassland, it makes a sound from the green grass.

The Russian writer Chekhov once wrote about the violent wind in "The Steppe": Suddenly, something exploded in the stagnant air, and a storm suddenly arose. ...The dust rolled up into spirals on the road, running across the grassland, wrapped in wheat straw, dragonflies, and feathers along the way. Like a rotating black pillar, it rose into the sky and darkened the sun.

On the grassland, in all directions, those wild hemp trees were jumping and jumping. One of them was wrapped in a whirlwind, hovering like a bird, flying into the sky and turning into a small black dot. , disappeared. After that, another one flew up, and then a third one flew up.

Two of them were twisting each other in the air, as if they were dueling. The scene was even more miserable as strong winds lashed the city.

The branch fell to one side and was not even turned back for dozens of minutes. The clouds in the sky were blown from one pole to the other by the strong wind.

The dust and sand blown up by the strong wind dyed the sky gray and yellow, and the sun became dim. Strong wind.

When the strong wind swirled, howled, and roared on the grassland, it made the grass make a sound.

The Russian writer Chekhov once wrote about the violent wind in "The Steppe": Suddenly, something exploded in the stagnant air, and a storm suddenly arose.

...The dust rolled up into a spiral on the road, running across the grassland, wrapped in wheat straw, dragonflies, and feathers along the way. Like a rotating black pillar, it rose into the sky and darkened the sun. On the grassland, in all directions, those wild hemp plants were stumbling and jumping. One of them was wrapped in the whirlwind, hovering like a bird, flew into the sky, turned into a small black dot, and disappeared.

After that, another one flew up, and then a third one flew up. Two of them were twisting each other in the air, as if they were dueling.

When strong winds lashed the city, the scene became even more miserable. The branches fell to one side, and the branches were not turned back even once for dozens of minutes.

The clouds in the sky were blown from one pole to the other by the strong wind. The dust and sand kicked up by the strong wind dyed the sky gray and yellow, and the sun became dim.

The strong wind tore the cloth of the shop, removed the posters on the wall, broke the branches, shattered the glass windows, blew off the high-voltage telephone poles, blew off the hats and blows of pedestrians. They messed up pedestrians' hair and clothes, uprooted trees, and toppled roofs. On the road, branches danced wildly like vine whips, whipping pedestrians from time to time.

Pedestrians lowered their heads, covered their faces, and bent their upper bodies forward, walking with difficulty. Although the bicycle rider exerted all his strength, the wheel seemed to be stuck and it was difficult to move forward.

The strong wind screamed, roared, and echoed; sometimes it was galloping straight, sometimes it was rolling around in all directions, like a ramming demon; sometimes it was sweeping across, attacking everything on the earth. The strong wind is really domineering.

The world at this time seems to be no longer the world of humans. Humanity has been completely defeated by the strong wind. The strong wind seems to have succeeded temporarily and has become the master of the world. Everything has to listen to the orders of the strong wind, and the dust is its accomplice. The wind caressed the crops, sometimes bending them, sometimes lifting them, as if the earth was breathing rhythmically, and the mature wheat in each stage also came to life. The wind came from over there, and the wheat came from Whispers between ears of wheat.

"Dragon Seed" by Zhang Xianliang I kept my mouth shut, but the wind was like a strong hand, suffocating my breath and forcing me to open my mouth from time to time. At this moment, it would also throw a handful of dirt into my mouth, like a mischievous child.

Yang Shuo's "Zheng Chen" Spring Breeze In the bright afternoon of March, the air is really harmonious. The warm breeze is brewed somewhere, with an unpredictable drunkenness, which makes people feel... It felt weird and comfortable, but at the same time, he seemed to be in a coma and wanted to hug the space. Ni Yide's "First Love" The spring breeze in February, during the day, is warm and slightly moist, blowing on the face, but it smells a bit like cotton wool blowing on the face; but at night, especially late at night, that The tip of the buttocks is sharp, a bit like scissors.

The night wind was blowing in the river beach, and the willow tree on the beach was vigorously dancing its tender and oily branches as if drunk. Li Zhun's "Five Waterwheels" "The Wind in the Willows Will Not Cold Blow Your Face" is good, like a mother's hand caressing you.

The wind brought the smell of newly turned earth, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. "Spring" by Zhu Ziqing Overnight, the spring breeze came.

Suddenly, the vast grasslands and vast deserts outside the Great Wall came rolling in. From outside the pass, they rushed over the mountains, over the mountain ridges, inserted into the ravines, and irrigated the mountain passes. They whined and blew the trumpets, roared, flew sand and rocks, and fluttered on the windows, and pounced on people's faces, like countless needle pricks.

"Spring Breeze" by Lin Jinlan Summer breeze is coming. First, waves of fluttering breeze swept over from the northwest beach, gently turning up the clothes of night travelers and teasing the dead leaves on the road.

There was a slight rustling sound in the wilderness. After a while, the wind picked up, the sorghum on the roadside swayed wildly, and the dead branches on the trees broke and fell.

A terrible howling sound came from the distant wilderness, and the clouds became darker. Shen Lei seemed to have broken out of the heavy siege of dark clouds, and the sound was like an explosion, rolling over from the northwest.

Jun Qing's "Riverside at Dawn" Midsummer evening. Waves of soft and gentle north winds float out of the Wanda Valley and pass over the Mudan River, blowing the fragrance of the orchards and the coolness of the waves on the river into Longquan on the south bank of the river. Town, gradually, the heat and noise in the town subsided.

The poplars and weeping willows beside the road, the lilacs and crabapples in the courtyard have all woken up from the sleepiness of the heat. The breeze flows among the green leaves, and the fragrance of flowers wafts quietly under the eaves.

Everything is pleasant and peaceful. The entire small town lined up along the river is like a giant lying on its back, using all its body and mind to feel the grace of the evening breeze and enjoy the faint fragrance and moist refreshing feeling in the wind.

"Lucky Man" by Liu Yazhou The autumn wind is like a magical pen, painting the mountains and dense forests of Xing'an Mountains with golden yellow, dark red, light pink, and mottled dark green. The annual Wanghuashan season has arrived.

In this month, the river water is particularly cool and sparkling with subtle waves.

The sky is also exceptionally clear, with only a few faint clouds.

Look, the tall cypress trees crowded on the cliff are golden.