A composition of 300-500 words about snow scene
1.
Suddenly I discovered how beautiful snowflakes are. It purifies the whole world and every corner of our hearts.
Snowflakes are falling from the sky, gently and softly. I walked alone outside the house, quietly enjoying the happiness that the rare snow scene brought us.
It’s really snowing! The Snow God seemed to be saying goodbye to the winter that was about to leave, with tears constantly flowing from its eyes. Countless snowflakes in the sky are flying in the wind, showing various colors, colorful, like gems and diamonds. When you look at it closely, you can see its whiteness, pure whiteness, wonderful whiteness. It is like silk, flying in the air, twisting her beautiful hexagonal figure...
The white snowflakes fall gently on the grass, as if the earth is dressed in snow-white of attire. The grass under the snow is pushing their young heads out hard, and the children on the snow are playing and having fun... The color of snow-white appears in front of my eyes, the sound of snow-white echoes in my ears, and the taste of snow-white is in my ears. It lingers in my nose... As if everything is dyed with snow, as if the whole world is enveloped in snow-white silence!
Suddenly I discovered how beautiful snowflakes are. It purifies the whole world and every corner of our hearts. He fell to the ground silently and gently, instantly turning into water droplets, nourishing the dry land and nourishing our hearts, opening the door of our souls fully and instantly integrating with nature. The falling snowflakes sometimes collide in the air, blending into a beautiful and peculiar melody, flowing into our open heart... Although the falling snow is so erratic and difficult to fathom, it actually exists. .
The snow is still falling, but at this moment, I feel that it is spreading beautiful snowflakes to the earth. Maybe my happiness moved the Snow God. Gradually, she stopped crying. The Snow God seemed to understand something - winter has passed, can spring be far behind?
2.
A person sits behind a curtain of snow and mist, listening to the sound of snow falling. The falling dead leaves were quickly covered by the snow, disappearing instantly like a particle of dust, sinking together with my memory.
It seems that every winter is spent like this, curling up in your own warm cabin, lighting a flickering lamp, listening to music, sipping steaming tea, reading your favorite book, Looking at the wind, frost, rain and snow sliding past the window, it comes again and again year after year. I would like to live in my own castle like this and watch the years pass by quietly. I don’t know whether the traces of time have been put on my face or engraved in my heart. I know that one day my eyes will no longer be as clear as snowflakes. After a heavy snowfall many years later, will the woman behind the snow curtain remember her past and snow's thoughts?
Looking up at the pedestrians on the road, everyone is walking in a hurry. The winter solstice has not yet arrived, and the cold at this moment is not yet biting. I must be walking alone on the road, looking at the swaying leaves that are about to fall, and I will feel a little desolate, and suddenly feel the warmth of home, and I can't help but feel He quickened his pace. I am reminded of that ancient poem again, "Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night." Thinking of this, I couldn't help but want to laugh, not at others, but at myself. Sitting in the room all day long and thinking wildly, reality and illusion have become blurred to the point of indistinguishability. Many scenes have obviously never been experienced before and will never be realized, but they are indescribably familiar and frightening. It was as if wings were born in my heart, traveling through time and space, drifting, flying one journey after another for me. It turns out that imagination can be so real, and it can also be so absurd.
Suddenly I remembered an old song from many years ago: Collect your emotions, leave a blank space in your memories, forget the past you once had, and never say love again... I like these honest old songs, Just a few words can relieve all the worries. How many of the vague promises made back then can be fulfilled? It is unknown and impossible to prove. I just know that it can no longer bring any excitement or dizziness, just like the fireworks blooming in the night sky, the beauty only belongs to her for a moment, the strong wind blows away, the prosperity comes to an end, and everything returns to nothing.
The moonlight and snowy shadows roll in through the window, sprinkle on the table by the window, sprinkle on my forehead, and moisten my soul. Her fingertips danced again, expressing her loneliness. It's just a game and a dream, but the rules of such a game are unpredictable. In such a dream, you can see the other side, but you can't swim across it. This play is very exciting, it will be played when it should be played, and it will end when it should end. This game is very helpless, from clear to blurred, from spring flowers to autumn dew. Like a wisp of wind or a scene of snow, it rises and falls at will, not knowing the direction or the end point.
"Although what has gone has gone, what has come is still coming; how hurried is it in between?" "Hurry" written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing made me sigh. It turns out that everything is destined to be hurried and poor. I can't chase it in my life.
The snow outside the window has stopped. I stopped where I was, like a tired butterfly, unable to fly away.
3.
Snow is something that can evoke a variety of emotions... When the snowflakes like catkins and reed flowers outside the window are falling from the sky, When the ground is decorated with snowflakes like a white carpet, standing by the window and looking at them, I will have many feelings: they make me feel happy, even if I encounter unpleasant things, I also feel very relaxed.
Snowflakes are very white, so pure. They make the earth very pure and beautiful. I have this feeling: Snow not only makes everything pure, but also makes people's hearts as beautiful and pure as it.
At this time, a snowflake touched the window and melted immediately. I thought: the snow might melt soon after it stops. I really can't bear to let them go. However, the snow will eventually melt. But its short "life" protects plants, moistens and cleans the air. I think it is the most selfless, it is silently dedicating its "life".
"Edelweiss, Edelweiss..." When I look at the snowflakes baptizing the world, the melody of "Edelweiss" will echo in my mind. The lyrical melody of this song can accurately express the beauty of snow. I hope the snow can really bless our motherland and the world’s peace as said in "Edelweiss".
I miss these snows because they were once beautiful. When the snow stopped, the sun shone on the earth again. A gust of wind blew up the pine snow on the ground and branches, flying in the blue sky, and the sunlight made it more crystal clear. At this moment, I felt that the snow was using this last time to show all its last beauty, and then passed away silently, turning into water to nourish the earth.
3.
In the morning, I was sleeping in a daze, and suddenly I heard my mother say: "It's snowing!" I got out of bed and lay down in front of the window. Look, a cool breeze is blowing towards me, it's snowing! The roofs and trees were all covered with a thick "quilt", creating a world of pink and jade.
After breakfast, I hurried to school. Large tracts of snowflakes were flying all over the sky like thousands of white butterflies. How wonderful! I reached out to catch the snowflake, but as soon as I reached back, it melted. Pieces of small snowflakes are as light as smoke, as pure as jade, and as white as silver. They flutter and fall from the sky, kissing the long-lost earth.
When I came to school, my classmates were all on the playground, and I was no exception. I picked up some snow and rubbed it, and it became my secret weapon for many years in the world. not good! Something bad is happening! The Brontosaurus suddenly picked up a super-large snowball and threw it at me. Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy. I ran away quickly. Unexpectedly, the Brontosaurus would not give up and hit me the second time.
"Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest." This heavy snow will definitely bring a good harvest next year. By then, the golden autumn will be full of fruits, and the faces of farmers will be filled with the joy of harvest.
I would like to turn into a drop of snow and fall on the fields to nourish the crops and make my own small contribution to the harvest.
Snow is no stranger to me as a northerner, but for southerners who enjoy spring all year round, it is really out of reach!
The formation of snow is closely linked to the temperature. The colder and wetter the weather, the heavier the snow. People often say that "auspicious snow heralds a good harvest." This is precisely because in the cold winter, the temperature in the north has reached dozens of degrees below zero, and white snowflakes fall on the ground bit by bit, covering the crops, and the bacteria and bacteria living in the crops are The pests could not withstand the "torture" of the cold temperatures, so they all froze to death. After winter, the earth returns to spring and everything recovers. Those bacteria and pests that lost their lives under "torture" will also disappear with the change of winter. Pests and bacteria can no longer attack crops.
Looking back again, the earth suddenly turned white. How could we not praise this spectacular and beautiful scenery in a poem: "The scenery of the North, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing left. The river is rushing up and down, and the mountains are dancing with silver snakes, and they are like wax figures, trying to compete with the gods. On a sunny day, the mountains and rivers are so beautiful, and they are so charming, because of the countless heroes. It's a pity that the emperors of Qin and Han were slightly less talented in literature; the emperor of Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty were slightly less charming. Genghis Khan, the genius of the generation, only knew how to bend the bow and shoot the big eagle. There are many famous people in the world."
This. The author of the poem, Mao Zedong, was in a particularly happy mood during a heavy snowfall in Qingjian, northern Shaanxi Province, and wrote the poem "Qinyuan Spring·Snow".
The scenery of the North is covered in ice and snow for thousands of miles. Looking at the Great Wall inside and outside, there is nothing but vastness; the rivers up and down, suddenly stop flowing...
Mom likes rain, because rain can wash away all the unsightly things, and it will not bring too much to the door. trouble. But I think the sky is crying when it rains and it’s not pretty. It’s better to have snow. When it snows, the snowflakes flutter like butterflies flying with white silk. It’s so beautiful!
Indeed, snow can also bring troubles to life. For example, when it snows heavily, you must clear the snow. Once, we had a heavy snowfall here. Fortunately, I didn't go to school that day, but my mother had to go to work. The snow blocked the garage door like a low wall and the car couldn't be driven out. When our good neighbor Tom saw this situation, he came to help and used his snow plow to help us clear the snow so that mom could go to work.
My mother is not bothered by the snow now, because our family recently bought a snow plow, which is very useful and I can use it too. Last Christmas, it snowed here again. I used the snow plow to drive the "white butterflies" from one side to the other, creating a clean road.
I don’t know when, the snow was flying and falling from the fascinating sky.
The magnificent hexagonal petals, as light as smoke, as moist as jade, and as white as clouds, quietly fell to the earth, covering Mother Earth with a quilt. Looking around, the whole world is white like a fairy tale kingdom of ice and snow. The branches with fallen leaves are covered with shiny silver bars.
The eaves are hung with small crystal-like ice bamboo shoots, framing the eaves with an exquisite and clear lace. The boundaries between heaven and earth are not so clear, they are all white. The whole world is spotless and crystal clear. The charming little snowflakes, as pure and lovely as white little angels, come from the longing and magical sky, in various shapes and forms, extremely beautiful...
The farmer uncles all said: Winter Maigai Three-layer quilt, sleep with steamed buns on my pillow next year. This heavy snowfall was really timely. It froze all the overwintering pests in the soil to death; the snowwater seeped deep into the soil and provided the crops with the growth needs. There will be a bumper harvest next year! The children all got up early as an exception and chased and played in the snow. Some made snowmen and some had snowball fights... Their laughter and laughter could be heard from time to time, and the sounds echoed in the sky for a long time. No matter how strong the wind was or how heavy the snow was, they were not afraid and played and made noise to their heart's content.
Snow, you bring joy and hope to people. Poets and painters praise your beauty and purity. The farmer uncle praises you for bringing them hope of a good harvest. Children praise you for creating a vast world of entertainment for them.
The falling snowflakes are like jade chips, plum blossoms, feathers, catkins... Every small snowflake is so pure and light. Oh, Snow, you are the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty, I like you!
I don’t know when, the snow was falling from the mesmerizing sky.
The magnificent hexagonal petals, as light as smoke, as moist as jade, and as white as clouds, quietly fell to the earth, covering Mother Earth with a quilt. Looking around, the whole world is white like a fairy tale kingdom of ice and snow. The branches with fallen leaves are covered with shiny silver bars.
The eaves are hung with small crystal-like ice bamboo shoots, framing the eaves with an exquisite and clear lace. The boundaries between heaven and earth are not so clear, they are all white. The whole world is spotless and crystal clear. The charming little snowflakes, as pure and lovely as white little angels, come from the longing and magical sky, in various shapes and forms, extremely beautiful...
The farmer uncles all said: Winter Maigai Three-layer quilt, sleep with steamed buns on my pillow next year. This heavy snowfall was really timely. It froze all the overwintering pests in the soil to death; the snowwater seeped deep into the soil and provided the crops with the growth needs. There will be a bumper harvest next year! The children all got up early as an exception and chased and played in the snow. Some made snowmen and some had snowball fights... Their laughter and laughter could be heard from time to time, and the sounds echoed in the sky for a long time. No matter how strong the wind was or how heavy the snow was, they were not afraid and played and made noise to their heart's content.
Snow, you bring joy and hope to people. Poets and painters praise your beauty and purity. The farmer uncle praises you for bringing them hope of a good harvest. Children praise you for creating a vast world of entertainment for them.
The falling snowflakes are like jade chips, plum blossoms, feathers, catkins... Every small snowflake is so pure and light.
Oh, Snow, you are the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty, I like you!