Winter diary
Diary about winter 1 Like "others", it was born in nature, but it has a kind of ambition and perseverance that others don't have. Even if the spring grass is "everywhere on the roadside and roots are everywhere", it persists stubbornly because it thinks its soul is still there and it will fight to the end.
This is a bittersweet winter.
Winter can sometimes bring us the necessary "tools" for snowball fights, create a lot of traffic troubles for people, and freeze the "leading" brother to death. Ordinary people may regard winter as an enemy, but I have a feeling different from others, but I admire it inexplicably.
According to the experience of previous years, I think February should be spring, but I can't feel the temperature of spring at all, and it's rainy and cold these days, which makes people sad. I think this is probably left after the war in winter and spring. No, you can still hear some news about cold air from time to time in the weather forecast. Suddenly, I understand that although winter is constantly hit by spring, it struggles tirelessly. Although it will inevitably fail in the end, its soul is eternal and will not shrink back easily. Because it adheres to the belief that "the soul will never die, and will never give up", it makes a final struggle with Spring with unyielding soul and is determined to hold the last "territory" ... and because of this, their sweat accumulates and flows to the ground; Because of this, many trees on the roadside are still bare; Because of this, winter will try its best to fight against spring to the end.
There are many people who have lofty ideals and life goals, but few can really persist. However, as long as we persevere stubbornly, even if we can't achieve final success, we can still get proper exercise, so as to enhance our perseverance and talents, and at least we can harvest moving scenery along the way.
Diary about winter 2 20xx month x day week x sunny
Winter is a cold season. The purity of winter makes me feel a sublimation of my soul. Looking at the snowflakes flying outside the window, my heart is always warm.
It is very cold in winter. To tell the truth, I don't like winter because it takes away the green life. I walk to school against the north wind. A middle-aged man passed by me, and I tasted the pleasure of riding the wind. But as soon as he turned around, he stopped hugging, and I had it. When I arrive at my destination and come back victorious, I will also be rewarded. Winter is fair, and I don't hate winter that much.
It's snowing, the ground is covered with heavy snow, and there is a hidden crisis on the ground. If you are not careful, you will slip. A child ran happily in front of me, leaving footprints in the snow. I walked on in his footsteps. He is brave and not afraid of crisis. Winter will not leave a trap for the brave. I try to learn from that child, try to be a brave person and try to run happily. Winter is kind and cruel, and will get through it. I'm beginning to like winter a little.
Winter silently tests life, and winter exercises strength and courage. If there is no winter, life will be smooth sailing, and life will be tasteless and dull. Only the strong can survive in this world, and the weak will be eliminated. Winter is a strict teacher. When you can't stand setbacks, failures and exercises, it will cross you off without hesitation. Winter is kind and fair. When you eat, drink and be merry in spring, summer and autumn, don't forget that winter will test you.
Ah! In winter, how strong and unyielding you are, how kind and fair you are, I love winter, and I love your spirit of testing life!
Diary about Winter 3 I love winter, because every winter, beautiful white swans come to Sanmenxia in droves from distant Siberia for the winter, so we have the reputation of "Swan City" here.
On Sunday morning, my parents and I went to Black Dragon Lake to see swans. Black Dragon Lake is a paradise for white swans to live in winter. We first came to the lake, where there was a sea of people. They kept taking pictures of the white swan with "long guns and short guns". I can't see anything when I push it around. Seeing that the situation was not good, I decided to transfer. I quickly ran to a bridge by the lake. The scenery here is really beautiful. Standing on the bridge, from a distance, white swans beautifully adorn the lake.
The white swan is very beautiful against the blue sky and the lake. Sometimes it plays on the water, sometimes it flies in the sky, and sometimes it raises its slender neck and sings. "Look, look!" I saw the white swan flying high in the direction pointed by my mother. They fly freely in the sky. They are arranged in a zigzag pattern, one zigzag at a time and one zigzag at a time. They are neat and elegant in the sky, whether turning or flying in a straight line, just like dancing elves in the sky. When I saw the swan flying freely, I was both envious and surprised. I want to observe how they fly. I watched carefully the swan that was about to take off. They swam in the water for a while, flapping their wings slowly, accumulating strength, then gradually leaving the water and heading straight for the clouds.
Seeing such beautiful white swans flying freely in the sky, I want to accumulate enough strength to fly high in my ideal sky like them. I love these beautiful white swans, especially this winter.
Diary about Winter 4 Just after New Year's Day, I suddenly feel homesick and miss the unique charm of my hometown in winter.
The year is approaching, and it is freezing in the north. Guanzhong Plain is a leisurely season, and people can slowly prepare for the year. Visit the market, buy food, buy new year's goods, the market is crowded and the beach is adjacent. Walking through the crowd, listening to the sound of selling in the street, no matter what you buy, go and take advantage of the excitement and see the strange expressions of all kinds of people ... one is kind and the other is safe!
There are no tall crops in the field in winter. Walking on the field path, you can see the vast plains from a distance. Occasionally, a row of deciduous trees stand upright in the cold air. A few sparrows are jumping among the branches and making noises! Away from the crowded city, there is no rush of people, walking quietly, only a quiet and relaxed! The cold wind is blowing, which makes people more awake.
It would be better if it snowed again. Wake up, open the window, and a piece of pure white light pours in. The night was silent and the ground was covered with thick snow. Put on your coat, step on the snow and walk quietly with the snow all over the sky. Stop joking! The earth is white, the trees are white, the uneven houses are white, and even the occasional pedestrians are white. The whole world is pure! Only snowflakes are dancing lightly in the sky, so comfortable and enjoyable! Tall rhombic poplars stand upright in the open air, as if waiting for a thousand-year date. The country in the snow has deep Zen and eternal obsession!
No matter how cold it is, there is always a small room with a red stove waiting for you; No matter how tired you are, there is always affection waiting for you to wash away the dust; No matter how far away, you have relatives to protect you all your life ... winter in the north is really not cold!
Diary about Winter 5 Looking forward to, looking forward to, the autumn wind is coming, and the footsteps of winter are approaching.
Everything looks like I just woke up, my eyes suddenly opened, the hillside was covered with a layer of silver sand, the water froze, and the sun shone softly on the earth.
White is the main color in winter, but it doesn't mean that the fun of winter lies in white. White is the connotation of winter, and green makes winter full of vitality.
Some people curse the snow in winter, saying that it makes people hungry and cold, and blame Jesus for making that winter.
I just thank them for creating purity, so that everything that is purified can prosper.
If the spring rain is sparse, the summer rain is light and the autumn rain is continuous, then the winter snow is the flowing note. Sometimes, accompanied by the wind and lightning, it pours into the earth with the unique feelings of winter, which makes people realize his masculine beauty, and sometimes it is mixed with goose feather-like snowflakes, which quietly and shyly falls in front of your window, making you infected by the breath of women.
The most magical thing is the "mountain village map after snow": the mountain is sleepy like an old man, the tree is white and green, white and green (clear), white and green (clear), floating! ~ the air is fresh with earth, some pungent, some seemingly at a loss ...
In winter,
A piece of white music,
This is a magnificent song of life.
Spring, tenderness, summer, splendor, autumn, boredom.
Only this winter
Gorgeous and charming.
Diary about Winter 6 There are four seasons in a year, namely, spring, summer, autumn and winter. These four seasons have their own advantages, and my favorite season is winter. That's because there are white snow flowers in winter, and my favorite color is white. In winter, I can have a snowball fight with my friends in the snow.
One winter, my sister and I kept warm in the house. It is snowing heavily outside. After a while, the snow stopped and the ground was covered with snow. I said to my sister, "Let's make a snowman." My sister said, "All right." So, my sister and I went back to the house, put on gloves and came out to make a snowman. I took some snow first and made a snowball.
Then I went back to the house and took two brooms, carrots, two buttons and a red hat. I put the broom on both sides of the snowman's body, and my sister put the carrot in the center of his head and put the hat on the snowman's head. I put two buttons on the left and right parts of the snowman's head. After making a snowman, I saw a lovely snowman standing in the yard, so I called my father out and gave him a camera to my sister and me.
I like this beautiful winter.
Diary about Winter 7 Winter is so quiet that everything seems to be immersed in a deep sleep, but before long, heavy snow falls from the sky. Snowflakes are all hexagonal, cold, and even more colorful under a little sunshine.
Now, snowflakes either turn into snowballs and are held by groups of children, or they are hung on trees. The snowflakes hanging on the trees are more and more heavy, so that the branches are bent, and a thick layer of snow has accumulated on those neat holly trees. However, the happiness in winter is more than that. The wind is blowing hard, and the wind is mixed with a little snow powder, which has become a landscape watched by some passers-by against the smiling faces of children. Listen, what's that noise?
Ah, the students are skating in two groups. They were running in the snow when they suddenly stopped. Because the snow is slippery, they slide out a long way. Holly was "clacked" by the wind, as if to say, "Watch out for slipping! Be careful to slip! "
Some students have accumulated a lot of snow powder to make a snowman. They put the snow together with their feet, then shape it with their hands, and then pinch out things like mouth and eyes, and you're done!
Although winter is so quiet and cold, with the children's voices, the whole winter seems to be covered with a quilt, which is warm and the campus is more enriched.
Diary about winter 8 What do you always think I should write? Don't live up to such a night, such a moonlight. Some intermittent fragments keep flashing in my mind and disappear like lightning, which always bothers some depressed people.
Winter in the north is always more thorough than the cold in the south. The hard and cold temperature is like a sentence that cannot be thoroughly pondered, and a warm feeling that cannot be clearly defined. Nevertheless, I will be moved by the words, shocked by my favorite music, and shocked by some kind of emotional contagion coming from afar. And I want to be infected by happiness in this way, just like watching the sun in snowflakes, illuminating the whole winter.
A beautiful night that suddenly appeared like a dream inadvertently infected happiness. I just listened, listened quietly, feeling as if I were around, silent mountains, warm headlights, cheerful tones, …
After a long season of suffering, I only hope that happiness can extend into endless light, that my heart can be warm forever, and that all the good things can continue like this. ...
I have always liked snowy winter, watching snowflakes spinning or falling gently in my palm, and feeling the refreshing feeling brought by the coolness slowly passing to my heart. At the moment, I can only sit in front of the computer and imagine the warm scene of snowflakes flying on the silent snowfield. ...
Beautiful winter has arrived, a very beautiful season. ...
Diary about winter 9 20xx month x day week x sunny
Winter is picturesque, I love winter!
Winter has come, the leaves on the trees have fallen off, and the north wind is whistling; This land is in a state of depression. There is thick ice in the river. People wear scarves, gloves and all kinds of cotton-padded jackets, but it is still difficult to keep out the cold and their faces are red with cold. But this year is different. It's colder than in previous years, and the leaves on the tree are still falling.
Although it is very cold in winter, it has its own characteristics. Unlike other times, even if it is cold, it will not be particularly cold, and it will not snow heavily.
After winter comes, it gets dark early, sometimes it is dark, and the grass in winter becomes so yellow and thin, as if it were a malnourished child. However, everyone knows that when the spring breeze blows, these little creatures will take root again and become lush. In winter, trees and trees are like broken walls, without the lush appearance before. There are only a few broken yellow leaves on the branch, shivering in the cold wind, as if unwilling to leave its mother tree. Only those verdant pines, cypresses and holly still stand there, as if they were soldiers holding their posts.
Winter brings cold to people. I am so afraid of the cold in winter that I cover my ears and shrink my neck. But I still like winter, because I like the days when snowflakes are fluttering, which is a happy time for me to play.
Diary about winter 10 20xx month x day week x sunny
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 once hobbled in Cang Sang, suffering from snowstorms, but he still did 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 things to the world, with no reservations about himself. When the footsteps of spring approached, he left so flatly 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.
Diary about Winter 1 1 At noon today, my classmates and I went to the park to watch The Park in Winter, and everyone cheered along the way.
The sun shines over the park. Although it is not as hot as summer, it is still so warm. Sunlight is reflected on the snow on the ground, and the snow is as beautiful as countless twinkling stars!
Small trees along the road in the park take off their red, yellow and purple clothes in autumn and put on thin winter clothes. The small trees in the park are unique in winter!
I breathe deeply in the park. Although I have lost the fragrance of flowers, I refresh myself with the freshness of snow in my coolness.
What students like best is the artificial lake in the park. In summer, the lake is rippling and the lotus is in full bloom, which is beautiful. In winter, the lake is covered with a thick layer of ice. The children have cleared a large piece of ice. The ice on the lake sparkles like a mirror in the sun. Some students are skating happily. Although I don't wear skates, I am also very comfortable. Some students actually brought a gyro and spun it quickly on the ice. At this time, their ears seemed to hear the music class appreciation song "Top". Don't the fast rhythm and ups and downs of music reproduce the childlike innocence of students playing gyro at the moment?
Looking up at the sculpture in the center of the park, it stands tall in the cold winter. Through the plow in the hands of the statue man, I seem to see the scene of predecessors reclaiming land and fighting against the heat and cold, yes! I can't help but sigh that it is precisely because of the hard work of the old reclamation team members that they have won today's prosperity and the happy life of the people!
I finished my visit to the park, and all the students laughed and talked about their appreciation of the winter park. In my heart, a landscape writing diary-Winter Park is brewing.