Senior three winter composition
1' s winter was a depression, and I lost the most important person in winter-my grandmother, who was a little stubborn, inhuman, paternalistic and sometimes weak.
Grandma has always been the authority in the family, and all her sons are obedient to her. She can be said to be a real person, but she is afraid of my grandfather, a stubborn old man.
Grandma married grandpa in a cold winter, and then gave birth to many children. In the end, five men and three women survived, so my family is a big family, and the contradictions among family members are all decided by grandma. Many times, grandma's ruling is obeyed by the children, which may be the role of the extended family. If grandma refuses to accept the ruling, she will report to grandpa at the meeting. Children are more afraid of grandpa, so grandma's ruling is very useful.
Grandma's stubbornness is famous. When I was a child, I had a lot of chickens at home, and I had to close the coop door every night. Grandma always walks slowly to the backyard and tells the youngest uncle to close the chicken coop door. When the old uncle hears grandma's voice, he always runs out to work quickly. Actually, the henhouse is just behind my grandmother's house, which is much closer than walking to my house, but my grandmother will let my uncle close it. Year after year, grandma and uncle's footsteps will be staged every day. ...
And grandma is weak, grandpa is the parent, grandma cooks for grandpa every day, but sometimes, when she does something wrong, grandpa will get angry, grandma won't say anything at the dinner table, and then she keeps crying. I remember one winter, grandpa was angry because the food didn't agree with his mouth, and grandma ran to the backyard and began to cry with her mother. ...
The winter I went to junior high school, my grandmother was ill, very ill, and her children stayed with her in her room every day. At that time, the Chinese New Year was coming, and people there thought it was not good that the previous year had passed. The adults at home discussed how to get grandma through the New Year and how to get through it. Besides taking medicine, superstitions are also played.
At that time, there were plates printed with "paper money" at home, and the adults took them out and asked us young people to print "paper money" for grandma, saying that this would drive the disease away. Of course, we were very happy to hear it and printed it in an empty house. We have printed a lot in memory. ...
I don't know whether it's the credit for printing "paper money" or the medicine we took. Anyway, grandma survived that winter. The next spring, grandma passed away. ...
This is my winter memory, cold memory.
The knife-like wind invaded from the window, tearing at my face in the countdown card of the college entrance examination in the classroom, as if trying to say something.
I just celebrated my seventeenth birthday last month and entered the last winter before adulthood. Looking back on the past ten winters, I seem to have lost something, probably time and happiness.
As long as I can remember, I seem to have an inexplicable hatred for this snowy season. Maybe only then will I know why. Later, in the process of growing up, these white elves completely annoyed me, making me farther and farther away from her, even hiding in a warm bed and holding a faint notebook to survive the "persecution" of me in winter.
I am a person who is afraid of cold, but I don't like to wrap myself in a thick cotton-padded jacket or down jacket. Because I always think that thick clothes will affect the convenience of daily life, and it is true. When I put on that thick dress, I was all thumbs. Therefore, I would rather hide in a closed bed than go out with the snow girl in this northern country in a thick coat.
Of course, it is definitely not the simple "coat problem" that annoys me. If it was only such a small matter, I wouldn't be so angry and angry with this lovely cher.
Basketball used to be my favorite sport. Even in early winter, I will still play basketball in the dry and cold sunshine all afternoon. The snow elves in this northern country seem to have made up their minds to spite me. Every year before the light snow falls, the eager snow elves begin their journey-it's none of my business, but when the sideline drawn with yellow paint on the court is gradually covered by these snow elves until the whole court is covered with silver, I begin to hate these white crystals-she will deprive me of the right to play all winter!
Another gust of wind blew and pulled me out of my memory. Looking at the countdown sign of the college entrance examination, I suddenly understood the meaning of the wind just now-I have passed seventeen years this winter. I used to be addicted to the fun of playing and neglected the whole good time. And this last winter seems impossible to lose.
There are only 180 days left. It seems that the "small universe" that has been silent for a long time will burn, and this winter will not be too cold.
Senior three winter composition 3 "Look, it's snowing!" I was attracted to the corridor by the sound and looked out. It was really good. The little snowflake is falling slowly, and my heart can't help but give birth to joy. I hope it can bring us a real heavy snow. Soon, the city was gently covered by this gentle snowflake. Every snowflake gently spirals and falls, becoming a small part of a layer of snow on the earth, and every snowflake merges into a beautiful landscape, making the earth white.
Facing the snow, I want to recite some poems I have learned, but I can't remember them. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. Although I can't say it, I can listen, listen to the sound of snow.
It was snowing heavily, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, flying or hovering, or falling straight and quickly, laying on the ground. At this moment, everything is beautiful, a person is silent, standing at the window, but the laughter of those snowflakes echoes in my ears. I can hear their joy.
Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help coming out to play and have snowball fights. Although it was still snowing, they had a good time regardless of their parents' opposition, full of childhood joy. Snow lets us roll them into fluffy snowballs and then throw them at each other. Although his body was smashed everywhere, they never complained. Give us happiness is its happiness. It warms our hearts with its unique language, and I can hear the sound.
Snow is a good sign for a good year, and it should be a good sign for a year on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month. The sound of snowflakes falling slowly, coupled with firecrackers, gives people joy. I like to watch the snow quietly, watch the snow fall quietly, and listen to the faint sound of snow, I will feel very peaceful and happy. I saw a group of children having a snowball fight, dodging left and right on the road. I saw a layer of snow covering the young leaves on the lawn, protecting them. I can hear their voices proud of taking on this important task.
The pure snow on the ground bathed in sunshine and enjoyed the last moment of joy. Are they crying for dying lives? No, they are laughing and proud. They finished their task and spread the joy to the world. They gave their lives and gave full play to their advantages. They are very happy. I can hear the happiness in their lives.
When it snows again, let's stand by the window and listen to a life legend.
Winter is as dry, cold and lifeless as usual. The cold covers every corner here, and the whistling wind is the only sound in the world.
Cold and cheerless.
All this has changed because of the snow.
I haven't seen such heavy snow for a long time. Global warming in recent years made me think I was going to say goodbye to Xue, but I didn't expect to meet you again. It was still dark, and I recognized her face again in the light of thousands of lights. Ah, it's really snowing, long-lost snow! Surprise makes this winter no longer cold.
Walking out of the corridor, I got a fright. I haven't seen you all night, but the lawn has changed. There is a tendency that "the north wind rolls the white grass and breaks it". There are a few pale yellow or turquoise spots in the white snow all over the sky, not to mention how much love there is. Although it is still half bright and half dark, there are still several figures chasing and playing in the snow, hitting each other with snowballs. The happy laughter is getting louder and louder under the strong wind. Even through the layers of snow curtain, bypassing the eardrum, it fills my heart and feels warm. This joy makes this winter no longer cold.
Since the beginning of global warming, I no longer believe that the words "ice" and "snow" can have the slightest intersection anywhere except the poles. Until the snow falls. Are those glittering and translucent little guys on the road ice? Is it snow? Maybe it's simply polished crystal. Walk slowly and identify this little guy. Ah, it's ice and snow. The crystal ice is covered with a layer of snow, which is a wonderful match. A loud noise took my mind away. A big boy fell to the ground with his limbs outstretched. The chubby body came into close contact with the ice, and a boy who might be strange to him at ordinary times ran forward and picked him up. "Are you all right?" He has always been rude, but he is as close as a girl. Two unfamiliar boys fell down this time, shoulder to shoulder, holding hands. Friendship makes this winter no longer cold.
Recess in winter is always no different from class. How comfortable it is to nest in a heated classroom and chat with friends about irrelevant things at home and abroad. Or holding a hot water cup and standing by the heater to enjoy the warm influence, how warm it is. There are only five or six hurried figures in the huge yard and the silent noise in the yard. There is much snow in the yard, just like a powerful magnet, which attracts everyone in the teacher. The yard was suddenly crowded with people, and the demand for snow was in short supply. Snowballs fly around and arc in mid-air, which is more lively and joyful than holding a "party". When I was recalled by the bell, I was still thinking: "Come down quickly, layer by layer; Blow it and it will float. " Life makes this winter no longer cold.
Even if there are no flowers on the road, I can enjoy this desolation.
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As always, winter belongs to cold and loneliness, like the atmosphere that wraps the earth and devours everything on the earth, including life.
When all is silent, there are mixed feelings of sadness and joy. Heart brewing ups and downs, virtual and real, constantly dialectical, constantly recalling. It's probably the age in winter, and it's the trace of getting a new feeling again and again. The strength of winter lies not only in the cold, but also in solidifying all worldly distractions again and again, only keeping a clear heart.
The campus in winter is a quiet world. Dead leaves quietly fell from the tree with the wind, tossing and turning, sleeping on the cold ground. Layer by layer, piling up the thickness of life. From time to time, the wind naughtily raises the fallen leaves and rolls forward. A group of children chasing each other.
What broke the silence was the bell for class. Followed by messy footsteps. Some people step forward quickly in order to save the time spent between the three and the first line; Some people walked by in droves, laughing and having fun for a while. As a result, laughter drowned out the "squeak" sound from the broken leaves-this beautiful and gorgeous life movement.
I don't know that leaves change seasons with falling, but who knows how long this falling has been brewing? The hardships of life can't be manifested by the falling flowers and budding in this moment, let alone the reincarnation of the sprouting leaves?
Under the dead tree, I looked up at the sky divided into countless pieces by dead branches. The wind is blowing, and the fallen leaves sweep in front of us in the form of heavy snow. Bathing in this octave space is the tangency of life and death and the communication of souls. Calm down.
On the blade of life, people who are not afraid can finally get real peace and calmness. It is like a hard-working and determined cow, with hard whip marks on its body, dragging a kind iron plow and doing asceticism step by step. I have swallowed many happy or sad memories silently in my life, and I secretly appreciate all kinds of things in the world. It is also like a full rice, its maturity is actually to let the sickle pass, from bare green to golden yellow, back to bare, and so on. It is based on its own fall, to help people stand up! Its mission is not to grow and pretend to be nature, but to nourish the rebirth of life with death.
The tranquility of these years has made people see the beauty of life infinitely clearly. Always have to wade through so many muddy roads to taste the sweetness hidden in the deepest part of life. Just like deciduous plants and hibernating animals in winter, it takes a severe winter to have a new year's vitality.
Time has written history on the tree, and only after reading the ancient colors can we suddenly realize that we have seen the present. Old and new, past and present, they recognize each other in the long river of time, and beauty is the last resort. The beauty of life is nothing more than that.
I can't forget that winter, another life interval. ...
The long river of life is full of ups and downs. It has the vitality of spring and the splendor of summer, and it must also face the bleak autumn and the cold winter. However, no matter how bitter the winter wind is, no matter how cold the river is, we must cross this hurdle.
There is no insurmountable winter, as long as you are willing to take the first step.
This first step contains incomparable courage and firm confidence. As a song goes: "And life is unfair to everyone, then we can only stand up and face the shower until dawn." Winter will come eventually. Since it is inevitable, why not take a firm first step bravely and confidently? As long as you can take this first step, no matter how cold the winter wind is, it won't blow you down!
There is no insurmountable winter, as long as you are willing to keep going against the wind.
If you don't want to get lost in the winter wind, you must have unshakable faith. When Planck, a famous physicist, put forward quantum theory, it caused an uproar in the field of physics. Many physicists refused to admit this "fallacy", and Planck was pushed to the forefront of public opinion, but he insisted on his own point of view. After the wave of debate in physics gradually subsided, his quantum theory was finally proved to be correct. In such a cold winter, Planck finally ushered in spring. It is the indelible light in his heart that supports him all the way forward. Faith can make people invincible. Facing the cold wind, we just need to firmly believe that winter is coming and spring is not far away!
No winter is insurmountable, as long as you can walk the last few steps.
These last steps require patience to die well. Looking around, how many people got lost in these last few steps? What was Liu Bei's momentum when he dominated Hanzhong? How many people are arrogant? However, due to Yi Di's rout in Maicheng, Yi Jiang's street pavilion, and the death of Mr. Feng Xiao, this upcoming world was finally reluctantly given to others. Perhaps it is these last steps that determine our unfinished business. "Everything that starts well is complicated, and everything that ends well is widowed." Whether in scientific research or daily life, in the cold wind and before dawn, we should be more patient and walk the last few steps with a perfect attitude to welcome the spring breeze and light.
"There is no hurdle!" This is a folk proverb in our country. Why has it been passed down to this day? Because it's true.
Indeed, no winter is insurmountable!
1 1 Moon's tail swallowed the temperature around us early, and the weather in Guiyang is always so changeable. It's the hardest to rest when it's warm and cold at first. Two days ago, I was enjoying myself in the gentle sunshine, but now my breath has condensed into white fog. Maybe there are some water drops on the eyelashes, otherwise the eyes are a little blurred.
Many people around us celebrate their birthdays in winter, and we are all busy welcoming a new life. It seems that after the most difficult season of the year, life will be smooth sailing, and my cousin's child is full moon. Let's congratulate the arrival of this little life with parents' expectations and the continuation of life. However, how many lives have quietly passed away in such repeated winter nights. I still remember many years ago, when I was in junior high school, our village was still so far from the school and the road had not been repaired. The potholes along the way are evidence that we come back every day. On the winter night of the third grade, it is always the dawn, and an hour's journey is our only hardship. That year, it snowed. Like this year, it was particularly cold and foggy. There were dim street lamps in the cage, and my ears should be silent, except for the occasional whistle. But that year, I heard more sorrows and shouts. So many aging lives have passed away that we have begun to face death.
I stepped up my pace, trying to put these voices behind me, crush the cold under my feet, and leave all these regrets about life at the end of my memory. We are not in the north of Guizhou, and it won't be so cold in winter in previous years, but what took away life? Is it the misfortune of life? Is it an indisputable fate? Or is it man-made inaction? Winter is coming, frogs hibernate, snakes hibernate, and others hibernate like this? Pretending not to see or hear, is it really invisible? The niece's full moon banquet has come to an end, and the parents who came from their hometown lamented: "It's much colder here than at home, but fortunately my mother didn't come." Yes, it's a good thing grandma didn't come. It is really much colder here than at home. How can the old man endure when he is old? After the banquet that day, I was preparing to go back to school, but I couldn't worry. I want to go home and see if my grandmother who lived with me since childhood is healthy. I didn't bring my ID card when I came home, but I didn't think about it at all. I just want to go home, and I don't want to think about the way home tomorrow. How hard it is.
People are on earth, don't be indifferent, everyone is living, and this kind of weather can't be just a person's world. The previous winter was warm, warm body and warm heart. Nowadays, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the white air emitted from everyone has covered up the original scenery and warmth. ...
The new year is coming soon, and the earth is wearing a new white dress.
I just opened my sleepy eyes in the morning, and my sleepiness has not completely dissipated, so I ushered in a brand-new day. As soon as I got dressed and walked out of the house, I was blown back by a strong wind with snowflakes in it. I was thinking: the earth may have put on a new white dress. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, finished my breakfast, put on my down jacket and snow wool, and prepared to make a snowman. I walked out of the house, braved the strong wind, came to a windward clearing and started a huge "project". I began to collect snow with a shovel. Because it snowed all night last night, there was a lot of snow. I collected a lot of snow soon. The "project" has begun. I rolled a small snowball first, and it got bigger and bigger. It took me more than 20 minutes to finish the lower body. Now I need to make a head. This head is easy to make. I finished my head in less than five minutes, just a few last steps away. I went home and got a thin carrot, two longan seeds, a scarf and a hat. I also took out my father's smartphone. I went back to the construction site, put the longan seed in my eyes, put the carrot in my nose, put on my scarf and hat, and drew a small mouth under my nose. The project has been completed. I took some photos of the snowman with my mobile phone, and also took photos of myself and the snowman. At this time, the snow is still falling. It has been snowing for at least twelve hours. I looked at my watch and got a fright. It's past twelve. It's time to go home for dinner.
In the afternoon, the snow is still falling, and the new clothes on the ground are getting thicker and thicker. I felt good, so I watched TV for a while. After watching TV, I still had nothing to do, so I looked out of the window. It is still snowing, but it is much smaller than in the morning. Looking out the door, someone ran by from time to time. I got dressed and walked out of the house, and my feet creaked on the thick snow. I saw my friend having a snowball fight, so I joined the fight. I grabbed a snowball, aimed and fired. Just listen to the sound of "ah", and I hit it, and it was a golden head shot. At this time, I felt a strong murderous look. I looked back and found that he was ready to fight back. I ran away like crazy. It almost hit me with a bullet, so I had to flee to a corner where he couldn't find me. ...
Every time the earth changes into a new white dress, it is my happiest time, because at this time, I can make a snowman happily and have a snowball fight with my friends.
I love you in winter. But I prefer the snow in winter.
The composition of the third year of high school is also boring, and the home is far from the school. I simply don't go back and continue to review in the house rented by the school. He said that he used to recite in this park all weekend morning, so he got used to it, so he still comes here now.
On the way home, Qiao Meng and I didn't say anything. The color of the snow spreading around makes my thoughts more sober and complicated. It seems that every senior three student thinks that only he/she is the hardest one, can he/she truly appreciate the pain and expectation of nirvana, but he/she didn't expect those students around him to be already in it. In other words, it is precisely because we all strive to achieve the same goal that we endure and suffer like nirvana this winter! At this moment, the whole world is dyed with some magnificent colors, brilliant and warm because of this tempering!
In fact, if you think about it, isn't my friend Meng Qiao experiencing a painful and patient test? And this severe test began in this short and almost inflated winter vacation. Once, the superior family environment blurred her direction, but not long ago, a family accident made her completely awake. She began to make a crazy study plan, and persisted day after day, even during this holiday when everyone was busy with the Chinese New Year, which made her grades advance by leaps and bounds.
I still like the whiteness and purity of snow. As long as there is a little sunshine, it can shine brilliantly. Crystal clear is a kind of nourishment, or a biting sobriety, so quiet and elegant, and so moist and silent. I don't know when it started, but it has infiltrated my soul quietly, making me no longer ignorant and impetuous, just like the university I have imagined countless times, which has been entangled in my dreams. This winter's snow light reflects this kind of nirvana, a kind of baptism, in which my dream quietly degenerates, quietly waiting for the brilliance and joy of generate after breaking the cocoon into a butterfly.
I gave up most of my recreational activities, and I kept in mind my parents' exhortations to have more rest. Because I don't want to hear their same comforting voices after half a year. Now, the only thing I care about is the desire for dreams, which is enough for me to crush all hesitation and cowardice! That kind of feeling, like a full embryo, is pregnant with fragrance in the silence of winter night, waiting to break through the ground. Wait until it finally becomes a shade in the sun, and then tell the students all the past events in detail, tell the rich mood when flowers bloom, and tell the story of sunshine and ice and snow when nirvana.
Nirvana is a cruel thing for colorful youth, but in senior three, everyone has to go through such hardships, and these hardships are branded with dreams! This is a kind of spiritual detachment and sobriety, and it is also the biggest obsession with dreams.
10 The biting cold wind blew away the joy of people's harvest, and the heavy snow covered up all the noise and sunny mood. In the cold wind, the topic of "hate winter" spread all over the city and reached my ears in winter, but winter is not sad. She is still so calm and natural. She knows that with the passage of time, her children-spring-will go home soon.
Winter in the story is like a behind-the-scenes worker in real life, or a person who plays a "villain" on the stage. They are willing to suffer. As long as the performance goes well, they will think that sweat is dew; No matter how the director demonizes the negative characters, he thinks it is his responsibility to successfully contrast the positive characters. After the scenery, people often remember which actor performed well on the stage, but who can tell the master plan of the party; At the end of the film, people talked about the touching scene of the hero saving the United States, but who would care that the "bad guy" was injured many times because of filming "Beaten"
It is true that the focus of the party is the performance of real stars, and the selling point of the film is really the hero's character. After watching and laughing, don't forget to bring the cast behind the scenes. Only in this way, those "winters" will be very moved.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? The philosophy contained in simple words has inspired generation after generation, but I always feel that this is a bit unfair to winter, giving people the feeling that they are advising you: stay up for another two days! Think of the flowers in spring, this damn winter is not so hard!
But do you know that sowing in spring will be smooth without heavy snow? If there is no ice in winter, will the soil be wet in spring? Without the tempering of severe winter, will the footsteps of Miss Chun be so healthy and firm? It is true that winter is the mother of spring. Therefore, I want to pirate an old man Shelley's sentence: Without the arrival of winter, there will be no beautiful approach of spring. Winter is a great mother.
Spring is gorgeous, summer is passionate and autumn is full. Most people want to be as pure, sunny and steady as they are. But I like winter, not that I pretend to be different, not that I pretend to have personality. I really love the coolness, selflessness and tolerance in winter. From my personality orientation, I will probably be a behind-the-scenes person in the future, and I like it as much as I like winter. I will try my best, although I am not beautiful; I will work hard, although I am not dazzling.
Senior three winter composition 1 1 Winter is the season of life. Without winter storage, how can there be a spring life and a long summer and autumn harvest? Why do flowers bloom more and more brightly? Why is the world getting more and more exciting?
Winter is the season to think about life. After experiencing the madness of spring, the impetuousness of summer and the loss of autumn, our souls entered the quiet apartment in winter. Tidy up the course of life in the calm of winter, then stand up again, glow with new vitality and move towards a new year of life.
Winter is the truest season. In winter, all the prosperity recedes, and the earth presents a rare tranquility and emptiness, revealing the original skin ... The feeling of curtain call in winter is more cruel than the cold itself.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? This statement is extremely correct. However, this spring is by no means another spring. In my opinion, the four seasons are not simple repetitions, but spiral progression. When we bid farewell to a spring, we lose a spring in our life. However, the following spring is more mature than one. In other words, winter comes into our life, which indicates that the four seasons of spring have ended. This round of life should be called a curtain call, and the next round of performance is about to begin, and it is a more wonderful start. ...
Isn't it? When everything grows in spring, disputes in summer, gains and losses in autumn, it is winter that covers all the joys and sorrows, including all the ups and downs, what kind of mind is needed! The curtain call is not the fading of indifference, but the opening of winter. Winter harvests autumn, but it doesn't bury autumn, but breeds a new year in hardship-pry open the hard ice layer and you will see the fish at ease. If it is not the protection of winter, how can there be fish playing when the spring waves turn green? Dig out the frozen soil and you will find tender roots and buds. If it is not cultivated in winter, how can there be flowers blooming in the spring breeze? Winter hides autumn and breeds spring flowers; Winter is the end of everything and the beginning of life.
Yes, you can freeze the land in winter, but you can't freeze life. The harshness and cold of winter only give those cowardly souls and wretched lives selfless exercise, but give them tenacious will and indomitable spirit.
In the coldest and coldest weather, I am used to washing my face and hair with the coldest and coldest water. The pleasure I got in the ice can only be realized by experience, and can't be expressed in words. I once walked alone in the snowfield. There is no figure around, no sound, only my feet, and the snow makes a faint sound when it is trampled. I have no goal. I just keep walking on the snowy Yuan Ye. I don't know where I'm going. I think I will go into the years.