In the snow Composition 1 Yangchun March, it should be the time when spring is blooming and flowers are blooming, but in our small place near the north-south boundary, the sky has been cloudy for several days, and it snowed heavily tonight.
It snows in March in our place? I tried to search in my mind, but I couldn't remember it at all. I looked at the unique snowflakes outside the window and had to admit that this was the first time I saw snow in March.
Admittedly, this snowflake is unique. The snow in the north described by Lu Xun is like sand, and so is most of the snow I have seen. It snowed a few times like goose feathers, but snowflakes are also made of sand-like snow. But tonight's snow is not like this, but snowflakes made up of pieces of crystal clear snowflakes.
There is only a little breeze tonight, so this unique snowflake falls on the ground and does not rush in the air, but floats and rotates in the air, slowly and quietly. ...
The sky is very lively now, and it is obvious that there is light shining. I stood under the high street lamp by the roadside and looked up. The street lamp emits orange light, and all the spaces that can be illuminated by the light are covered with snow, as if leaving no gaps. Thin snowflakes reflect orange light, and I am dazzled by flashing and rotating snowflakes and rotting bright spots, as if heaven and earth are spinning.
Near the street lamp, there is a street tree with branches stretching under the street lamp. The trees are covered with snow. The black trunk is in sharp contrast with the white snow. Several children came out to watch the snow and beat the trunk playfully. Branches stagger, shake off the snow, scatter in the air, be illuminated by lights, and fall on children's heads. They don't erase, but jump happily. In this beautiful world, no one shouts, only people sigh from the heart!
Branches are like a hand sticking out in the light, looking for light or looking for spring?
The unique snow in March brings people the news of spring in its unique way, and makes an appointment with people to see you next winter.
In March in northern Fujian, the east wind came, the sun was shining, the weather was getting warmer, peach blossoms were in full bloom, and everything was reviving.
But in March this year, northern Fujian was different from the past. Sometimes it gets very cold. One day, the sky was cloudy and it began to rain. In the evening, Fengshen opened his mouth and vomited a strong wind, and there was the sound of snow falling on the tile. Snow, this beautiful spirit! Turn the earth white and become spotless and graceful.
After breakfast, I strolled on my way to school. Snow is floating on my clothes, head and eyelashes. I imagine myself as a white princess. I like this beautiful snow. As the saying goes, "Xue Rui heralds a bumper harvest year". The snow in March killed many pests and their eggs, which brought good news for the bumper harvest of crops.
But it snows in March in northern Fujian, which is the first time I have seen it. I'm surprised. The snow killed many birds and many farmers' tobacco seedlings. Is it because of human deforestation that the three In the snow let the cold air in the north enter the south unimpeded?
In recent years, the extent of human damage to nature has increased, and humans have released a lot of harmful substances into the air and rivers, and some new strange diseases have appeared. It is said that there is a place in Henan where river pollution shortens the life span of the whole village. Humans cut down trees at will, causing floods, and the air is hot and cold.
It is our bounden duty to love nature and our home. We should protect nature and fight against bad behavior.
Snowflakes in March blurred my vision, at the beginning of this gentle and quiet March. -inscription
One.
The heavy snow is overwhelming. Falling on the ground, like a big blooming perfume lily, filled a sea of flowers, dancing gently with the wind, so beautiful that people forget themselves. Blink of an eye and turned into nothingness, melting in the footsteps of spring.
The midday sun hung low overhead. Like an infrared scanner, it sweeps every shadow and drives away the remaining melancholy. The snow is still falling unscrupulously, even more and more. At this time, there was a funny strangeness in the air: snow and sunshine were facing each other across the thin air, one was manic and the other was quiet and free and easy. It was really a farce of "flying over the eaves and walking over the wall". And snow gives sunshine the sharpest irony: Hum, you are just a silver wax spear head!
In the long snow, I suddenly caught a glimpse of an old man on the opposite construction site, picking up something alone in the cold wind. I have some feelings: comfort and fatigue are just separated by a wall. Snow plays a deep ensemble in coordination, echoing between heaven and earth.
Two.
The snow is getting smaller. Scattered, with the shy warmth of March, odds and ends, actually rendering the atmosphere of Jiangnan in this pure northern city. It is so gentle, let the breeze send it to the roof, to the corner, or fall on the child's palm, melt into a ray of smiling hope and embrace the sunshine.
I lay on the balcony and thought bored: a thousand people will have a thousand ways to treat snow, but no one can keep it. Suddenly, my heart felt like a needle: it was the old man again, still stumbling on the construction site. I clearly saw him raise his head with a pure smile like snow on his face. At this moment, the world stops for him. A big truck suddenly passed by him, splashing high mud. The snow disappeared in an instant and was helplessly silent in the dirty exhaust. The old man's face twitched, lifted the snow that turned into sludge with tears and shook his head violently. At that moment, I was furious: it turned out that even if we couldn't keep the snow, we could capture its fleeting beauty.
It's over.
Snow disappeared quietly in the colorful atmosphere of the earth, just like when it came, leaving no trace. Old man, I don't know where to go. This snow, like a note, is lost in the luxurious symphony music. Life is really like a musical sketch, with some episodes. But after all, it's just a typo, which has little impact. The past is the past. Although winter will come again, no one can go back to winter all his life.
Only snow, the wrong snow, will always condense in the memory of time.
I feel cold outside when I go to school in the morning!
After school in the afternoon, it began to snow outside, like a small hail! I ran home with a heavy schoolbag and a tight yellow hat. When I got home, some places were soaked. Yukiko hit me in the face. I felt a biting chill across my cheek, and my face still hurts.
In the evening, the family went out to eat together. I ate a few mouthfuls of rice and ran outside to feel the snow. It's already snowing. Snow fell on my face, feeling soft and cold. The temperature on my face soon melted, and snowflakes moistened my cheeks.
When we went home, many cars were covered with a thin layer of snow. Dad grabbed a handful of snow and sprinkled it on my face, and I immediately felt a chill.
It will snow in March. How strange!
The snow in March is always naughty and unpredictable. It hovers quietly in mid-air and dances with the melody of music. It is playing hide-and-seek with the sun again.
The snowflakes in the morning are still faintly visible and hard to find, as if a man of God inadvertently scattered a few finely divided petals in the sky. At that time, snowflakes were very gentle, and small snow beads were like sugar. They are dancing in the air, and they are in no hurry to descend. They caught one with their hands, and after a while, it disappeared. Where did Xiaoxue jewelry go? Looking up, oh, the smiling face of the sun appeared in the gap of the clouds. We can't open our eyes through the dazzling sunlight in the clouds. The little snowflake found the trace of the sun and hid somewhere.
At noon, when the sun was tired and went back to rest, the bell pierced the campus sky. It took only a few minutes for the whole building to go from quiet to explosion. Some students picked it up with their hands, some held umbrellas, and some stood directly in the snow, accepting the baptism of snow ... At this time, Xiaoxuezhu, who was hiding behind the clouds, saw all this and became happier, taking her good friend Xiaoxuehua with her. She seemed to have knocked out a few pears. Hundreds of dollars, flying all over the sky. From the grass near the tree, grab a handful of snowflakes that have just fallen to the ground and knead them. They will soon become a small snowball, soft to the touch, like cotton. Just then, Grandfather Sun couldn't help it. He pushed the sleeping clouds beside him with his hand to expose them. Snow beads disappeared, and some didn't want to go home until it snowed, but they went back soon.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, a dark cloud is competing here. This is the forecast of the snowstorm. Sure enough, in a short time, the biting cold wind rolled the goose feather and snow, and the whole earth seemed to be wrapped in a layer of gauze and shrouded in a layer of fog. At 4: 20, the sun smiled in the west, and a touch of orange sunshine came obliquely and shone on the snowflakes flying all over the sky. The snowflake suddenly became crystal clear, dyed golden yellow and beautiful. But it didn't last long. At half past four, the heavy snow rolled in again. It's like a downpour, but there is no sound! Pick it up by hand, ouch! Why can't it melt? It seems that staying outside for a minute will turn you into a snowman! After a while, the sun shone on the earth again, the snow melted and stopped gradually, and white clouds appeared in the air.
Snow is so naughty, although sometimes it is too naughty, but it is also very fun. Did the sun find the snowflake after all?
In the past two weeks, God seems to be angry, either crying for a few days or keeping silent with a livid face, and the temperature has dropped several degrees. Even if it clears up, it won't last long.
The weather in March is changeable, like a doll's face, smiling and crying for a while, unpredictable No, it is sunny in the morning. Blow your beard and stare in the afternoon. The strong northwest wind blew, and then I screamed sharply, and then I sobbed like a sad woman. In an instant, the cold wind was filled with goose feathers and heavy snow, just like winter in Siberia.
At first, the snowflakes were faintly visible, and it was hard to find them, as if the fairy in the sky had inadvertently scattered some finely chopped salt flowers.
A few minutes later, I saw several snowflakes as big as goose feathers flying in the snow, and then slowly lying on the wet land. Snow is blowing harder and harder by the wind, and the snowflakes all over the sky are like white butterflies with broken wings in the strong wind, sometimes swirling, sometimes fluttering, sometimes overwhelming and sometimes sparse.
It's raining, and snowflakes are unwilling to be lonely. She invited Grandpa Sun to make a lighting set for her so that people could enjoy her beautiful and colorful dance. The sun shines from time to time, dazzling silver snow; Sometimes the lights are soft and shy; Sometimes the lights are dim and secret. Strangely, the sun will suddenly disappear, suddenly it will be dark and chaotic, and it will rain sleet when it is happy.
Snow fell on the grass, and the grass was covered with a thin quilt. The grass is afraid of the heat and sticks to the quilt to drill up! Snow fell on the branches, covered with white. This scene reminds me of a poem: "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees."
About two hours later, the snow finally stopped, and the sun shone proudly on Snow Girl, who melted with pain and nostalgia.
The snow in March came quietly and walked quietly, like a passer-by in a hurry.
Compared with previous years, this year's spring is particularly cold, especially in recent days, the northwest wind roared, the sky snowed for a while, and it rained for a while, which made people feel humid and sultry. ...
The weather forecast says it will be cloudy today. But when I got up in the morning, I was surprised to find that the tall and short roof was painted silver and shiny overnight. Facing the light snow, I set foot on the road to school. The sky is gloomy and low, and there is no room for imagination.
I wonder when it snows again. Looking out through the glass window of the classroom, I saw that the world was actually white. Countless snowflakes, like flying catkins and goose feathers, rotate gently and leisurely in the wind ... trees and the earth are enjoying quietly, waiting for this poetic snowflake to dress themselves in holy wedding clothes. However, where the snow falls, there is no trace. The snow disappeared without a trace at the moment it fell. Perhaps, this is the snow in March, which can't accumulate a strong childlike interest, but beauty, an ethereal beauty that you can imagine infinitely.
A more amazing miracle happened! Just as the snow was flying, the sun came out, and the whole sky became bright and bright, adding a yellow warmth. Si Nuo is dancing an elegant ballet here in Langlang Gankun. Gradually, gradually, the snow disappeared quietly and the sky was blue and transparent, as if nothing had happened just now.
So this is Chun Xue. It came and went in a hurry, leaving us only a mirage-like moment.
In the past March, some people began to sing "the light rain will keep falling in March", but it snowed continuously in March this year. This winter is so cold that cold experts dare not clap their chests to predict global warming, nor dare they predict the next warm winter. This winter is particularly terrible. Earthquakes are everywhere in Haiti, Chile and Tangshan. When I go to work in the morning and go out, I feel that human beings are really smart, and even light rain and snow can be predicted. As a result, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and it is covered everywhere, and it is white. When I walked to the unit and looked through the window, the snow was overwhelming, not goose feather snow, but pouring snow.
I always like rainy and snowy days. I don't like these abnormal weather, but I like the tranquility in this weather and the unique way of communication between heaven and earth. Close your eyes and imagine that everything is quiet, the rustling rain or fluttering snowflakes outside the window, your heart is flying in the vast world, and everything in the world is melted in the silent atmosphere. You seem to feel like a fairy, wandering around the world and dreaming of returning to the octupole.
So I began to like the third in the snow. The snow that started this rainy season is really the spirit of rain. In this season of spring to the branches, it occupies the dream of spring cutting. Even if it snows, there is no chill at all in winter. The warm snow scene has traces of winter, but it has no taste of winter. This snow is the transition between the aging in winter and the budding in spring. Just like life, each period has its own characteristics. Pretending to be mature and young is not the original intention of the season, just like the anti-season vegetables you eat, no matter how you chew them, they will not have the taste of mature season.
Therefore, "the old man talks about juvenile madness", just like the third year in the snow, you can relive your youth and not take yourself seriously. So we don't forget to appreciate the scenery along the way, don't stop and dream of going back and regaining our former customs. Life is just a one-act drama with its own screenwriter, director and actors, but it is impossible to repeat every wonderful or flawed scene.
There is no unlovable rain and snow, no wonderful scenery, no unselfish stories. It will rain or snow in March, which is beyond our control. But we can change our mood. If we don't come, we will climb the mountain. In fact, the mood is like a wrinkled handkerchief, and the more it wrinkles, the more it wrinkles. Just put it in water and soak it thoroughly, take it out and dry it in the sun, and it will naturally be flat.
If you get used to the weather, nature, life and mood, your heart will be relaxed and you will be able to face the stormy life calmly.
In the snow outside the window, it rained heavily.
In the snow Composition 9 Spring and March are supposed to be the seasons for everything to revive, but the angels in winter are reluctant to part with the north, and snowflakes flying all over the sky cover the earth.
After the first class, we went out to enjoy the fun of snow-having a snowball fight. When I arrived at the playground, I found many snowballs on the playground. I picked up a snowball and threw it at Zhao. "Yes, it was an instant hit!" I shouted silently in my heart. When I was looking for a snowball, a snowball hit me and blew up all the flowers. I found a snowball and threw it at Zhao. Just after I threw it out, another blood cell came at me. I looked back and it was Han Runze. I picked up the snowball and chased Han Runze, thinking: What a journey! Zhao actually has help! I threw the snowball, but it landed a millimeter away from him. "What a pity!" I secretly cried.
After class, the students returned to the classroom scarred. Snow brings us endless fun and wings of infinite reverie. I like the snow in March.
As soon as the thunder of 10 appeared in In the snow's composition, I lay on the bed in the dormitory, listening to the thunder that could frighten people to death. I sleep on my side.
Early in the morning, when the school wake-up bell didn't ring, I was awakened by the sound of surprise on the field. When the wake-up bell rang, I bent down to go back to sleep. I frowned, barely got up and folded the quilt. Comb your hair, pick up toiletries and open the bedroom door. I was shocked at first sight. It began to snow in the air. On the playground, the roof is covered with thick snow, which is very beautiful. I didn't expect the snow in March to be so beautiful.
Snowflakes are fluttering and the wind is cold. There is a great difference between the outdoor air and the indoor temperature, and the sound of reading in the classroom is very gratifying. When I went to the canteen for breakfast, I sat by the window with a good friend of mine. She showed me the distant mountains outside the window. I glanced at it lightly, and the result surprised me. The mountain is covered with white fresh air and hazy moisture. Everything is like a painting. No, I don't, but it's true. It is even more beautiful than a painting. I was so obsessed that I didn't come to my senses until a long time ago.
There is a long break after the second class. My deskmate and I went out of the classroom to see the snow. Snowflakes are falling, and I can't help reaching for a snowflake. Snow fell in my hand, cold, cool and comfortable, but it didn't last long. Yes, the snowflake melted and turned into a pool of water in my palm. My deskmate stood next to me, and her body was covered with snowflakes. I discharged the snowflakes from her body with my hands. There are many people like us on the playground. Some people are watching snowflakes, others are having a snowball fight. Soon after, the school broadcast a broadcast saying that students were not allowed to have snowball fights. The students who just had a snowball fight left the playground with little interest after hearing this broadcast. Ding! The bell rang and we went back to the classroom.
Time flies. By the time of self-study at night, the snow on the roof of the playground has melted a lot, leaving only a little snow. Watching the snow melt, I can't help feeling sorry, so beautiful snow has gradually disappeared.
The next day, it snowed out! I looked at the playground outside the window, and there was nothing left, no sigh, alas! The snow came and went so fast that I thought yesterday was just a dream. The dream is beautiful, the dream is over, and everything is back to the original point.
In the snow Composition 1 1 It snowed again in March this year, and my heart was painted white again. Stepping on this snowy road, my thoughts have returned to the past!
I don't know when I started, but I have a special feeling for snow. Like other teenage girls, my heart has been in that direction and I can't extricate myself. Because snow brings me different feelings!
It is gentle and pure, it is Leng Yan and elegant. It doesn't blow people's faces as mercilessly as the wind, nor does it soak people's hearts as quickly as the rain. It's different, so I like it. I think every girl who has seen it will like it. As long as she touches it, it will bring me unprecedented happiness, it will make me forget my troubles and even heal my scars. I really like it. When I am sad, it will fall from the sky to me. Although we can't communicate in words, I am content to see it. I have met several times, and every harvest has made me ecstatic, which can't be described in words. But the beautiful things in this world are always so short from formation to extinction, including snow!
Gradually, I found that snow became hypocritical and I began to hate it. It covers up the fact that it will be abnormal when it meets the sun. It is not only friendly to me, but many people can grow up slowly under its care. I'm so confused and disappointed. It turns out that Melissa Zhou lied to me and wasted my love for it.
Snow drifted into the Garden of Eden, and at the same time it drifted close to my heart!
However, it drifted away unintentionally.
Maybe I have never been in the future, maybe I didn't mean to pass by, but I like snow!
God's plan, I can't change it. I can't bear it. This section of the road is very tired.
After vicissitudes of life, I struggled. But what am I insisting on? Difficult to answer!
Snow may never know that I like it. No matter this life or the next, the snow will end like this, and it can't be the next one. It makes people sad, boring and sad!
Don't think about it, let God decide, and draw a line for me to find the one in my dream!
In the snow Composition 12 It's gloomy when I get up in the morning, as if it might rain at any time. I brought an umbrella just in case.
In the second class, there are white dots floating outside the window. I walked out of the classroom and came to the corridor, ah! It really snows! I answered it by hand, but I couldn't get it. Maybe snowflake is too naughty to let me answer. Suddenly, a snowflake fell on my hand. It is so white and flawless, crystal clear. "No, it's not snow, it's ice." Oh, it's ice The students in the corridor all got together in twos and threes, and watched with interest the increasingly heavy snow.
After school at noon, it snowed harder and harder. The students all held up handfuls of "little mushrooms". The white snowflake on the "Little Mushroom" is obvious. When I got home, the snow on the "Little Mushroom" played hide-and-seek with me and disappeared.
In the afternoon class, it snowed a little less.
In the afternoon, the headmaster spoke, and the headmaster spoke for an hour or two. While we were talking, it snowed even less unconsciously.
After school, this "March Peach Blossom Snow" has disappeared into the world.
In the snow Composition 13 In the mid-March season, there are snowflakes floating in the air, and the ground is covered with white, which makes it a little soft to step on. The good mood was smoothed by the exam, and the cold water before the exam poured down my throat, which could not cool my inner anxiety. Stepping on the cold snow with hot cheeks, my hair is wet.
I spent an hour immersed in numbers, but after school I still drew Arabic numerals in the snow with my classmates.
Under the flying snow, I caught a glimpse of a huge figure and the outline of two white spheres. When I walked in, I found that it was a middle-aged man patting the newly formed and clumsy snowman with his hand.
I wonder why a man of such a big age would build a snowman completely out of his identity, and his serious expression.
After asking some questions, I found a thin figure hiding under the eaves of the garage. The boy's watery eyes stared at the contact surface between the snowman and the man's fingers. There are no warm gloves on this man's hands. Snowflakes fell on his shoulders and turned white. He still had some black hair.
The boy's dark pupils became interested, and the movements on his father's hands continued.
Standing by, I looked at them and still walked towards the house. Men's hands, which have been gnawed by years, alternate carefully, and the uneven part of the snowman becomes smooth, showing us the delicacy and gentleness in my father's bones.
I didn't see the man filling in the snowman's facial features. He has already entered the building. You can only see the white sky through the window. At present, it is obvious that the little boy has a tender face and bright eyes. ...
I don't feel uneasy anymore. Snowflakes stick to the glass, and there is a white world in front of me.
From beginning to end, I didn't see a smile on my father's face. He just patted the snowflake on the snowman intently, and didn't see the relief and pleasure on his son's face when he was playing. He seems to be both curious and afraid of new things.
There are snowflakes floating in the air, and the world is in chaos. They are surrounded by a halo and can only be seen clearly in a chaotic space. In that vague sky, I can only see that it is the simplest and most sincere love in the world.
Early the next morning, there was no snowman in the way on the ground where the snow had not melted. I know how many snowmen there are. Even if it disappears in a piece of snow, in my heart, it is a home that will never melt. ...
In the misty white wind and smoke, a pair of smart eyes lingered in the cracks of snowflakes, and a pair of warm big hands melted the cold in winter and pieced together the unchanging dream in my son's heart. I know that it will be the happiness of my son's childhood and the eternal warmth of my father's vicissitudes. ...