Nanjing is beautiful all year round! Mochou Lake in spring is fresh and moist; The pearl spring in summer is cool and bright; Qixia Mountain in autumn is warm and romantic, and when the winter girl shakes her wings and looks around this ancient capital, Nanjing is like a blooming white lotus embedded in the southern country where the water is thin and the mountains are cold, and I am facing the world wrapped in silver outside the window in this cold season, how can I not praise Nanjing's winter!

It was the old man in winter who walked over and brought rich and soft snow from the North Pole, which suddenly whitened all directions of Nanjing. Zhongshan in the eastern suburbs smiled, and the Confucius Temple was also dressed up excitedly. The urn in the Zhonghua Gate, the Yuejiang Tower on the Lion Mountain, and the pharmacist stupa in the Jiming Temple all quietly changed into a gorgeous snow robe. The snow whitened the high and low buildings, fell on the quiet Changbai street, and fell on the iron chimney protruding from the alley courtyard. Snow fell on the branches of the paulownia tree, forming thousands of fluffy and bright silver bars. The snowy Yushu makes people's eyes squint and vaguely dream of a white dream.

The gray sky is lit up, the chill is aggravated, and the faint morning light is wandering on the ground. People who were shivering in the cold wind yesterday suddenly fall into the wonderful snow kingdom today. As soon as every family pulls the curtain, it causes an excited shout in the warm room. So people can't stay any longer, and there are excited people, old and young, gathered in large and small yards. People sweeping snow, shoveling snow, are busy and laughing. The children are the happiest. They are running, making noise, having snowball fights and rolling snowballs. It was so hot that even the sparrows on the telephone poles were jealous.

There are too many cars and people coming and going in Xinjiekou, and the New Year is approaching, so everyone is busy with the Spring Festival! The road covered with velvet soft quilt just now has already been replaced by printed cotton-padded jacket. People's hats, down jackets, chests and even eyebrows are decorated with snowflakes, and they are bulging with big bags of things in their hands, and their faces are sweeter than honey. In the crowded station, those couples are lazily hugging each other, which means nothing. A child in a small white wool coat is like a white bear snuggling in his mother's arms, with his little hands stretched out to catch the snow, and a pair of bright little eyes looking around curiously, watching the traffic on the road.

However, Nanjing is full of beauty at all times. Perhaps it is the ancient mentality unique to Nanjing people that regulates this! No, even in this cold and snowy morning, look at the clouds. In the pavilions of parks and beside the flower beds of streets, fans of Kunqu opera who have already gathered together are clear-cut and intoxicated, and those who don't like to listen to the opera will be moved. In addition to opera fans, Tai Chi players and diabolos, there are also some elderly people who walk birds. They meet in groups of three and two, and chat in different places.

The old people are tired of walking, but the opera fans just sing, so they all go to the breakfast department in twos and threes. Not much, just a bowl of Lao Wang wonton and two fried Huang Liang, bulging and crispy fried dough sticks. Hey, look, within a month, one by one must be glowing.

Speaking of eating, there are really many delicious snacks in Nanjing in winter! Not to mention the fragrant roasted sweet potato and the hot duck blood vermicelli soup. Speaking of Qinhuai snacks with a long history, many of them have been restored now: dried fennel, shaped beans, beef pot stickers and so on.

To outsiders, winter in Nanjing may not be as charming as other seasons, but there are still many people who have traveled all the way to Meihua Mountain to take a picture. If the fragrant plum blossom mountain in winter makes them feel fresh and excited, then the feelings of Nanjing people are completely different. When they see Meihua Mountain, they think deeply. The pride of Meihua symbolizes the spirit of Nanjing people. It is precisely because of this spirit that Nanjing is full of vitality even in winter.

Oh, Nanjing is beautiful in winter! 2. Nanjing composition with beautiful scenery in winter

I've only been in Nanjing for more than a month, and it snowed three times. It was very cold, and it snowed heavily. You see, the roofs, streets, branches and cars are covered with white snowflakes, which are flying all over the sky.

The leaves of the seminary are all gone, the bare branches are shaking in the howling north wind, and the yellow grass is bent down with cold. When the snow covers the earth, the small animals don't want to come out to play, even the singing birds hide at home.

I stood on the balcony at home and looked at the white earth and the white sky. The footprints on the ground were quickly buried by snow, and many snowflakes fell on the windowsill of the balcony. Nanjing is much colder in winter than Nanchang! However, children are not afraid of winter, they think winter is fun! We can have snowball fights, make snowmen, and skate ... I like winter best, too. I would like to draw the most beautiful picture for it. Let me add a little warmth to the cold winter in Nanjing. 3. A composition about 5 words describing the winter in southern China

The maple leaves falling slowly in the winter in the south are like missing, and I light a candle to warm the autumn at the end of the year.

I don't like winter, for nothing else, because it's too cold, which makes me feel that this wonderful world has become so stiff and weak, and the whole world has closed its eyes and hibernated quietly. Standing by the window and looking out of the window, although the leaves on the tree didn't fall off, the trees looked so haggard. There were few pedestrians and vehicles on the street, and occasionally I heard laughter, but it was less than a second, and everything was dying in an instant.

at this moment, the sound of cars whizzing and screeching, no matter how loud, can not wake up everything that is sleeping. Because of the cold in winter, I feel that the winter scenery in our place is useless.

"It's snowing here. When we come together tomorrow morning, we can see the thick snow everywhere!" The other end of the phone is Shanxi. It's already snowing there. Although it's much colder, it's valuable, just like "God closes one door and opens another window for you".

In our place, the wind is chilly, dry and cold, and there is no considerable scenery. Although the temperature is about 1℃, it is enough for us to complain-because I am a child in the south. I used to like rain very much, because E79FA5E98193E58685E5aeb9313326466361 can form a unique piece of music for rain.

it's wonderful to hear the rain of different sizes beating against the eaves and windows. But in winter, no, I denied my opinion, and I began to hate rainy days, because it would make the already cold weather colder and colder, and the atmosphere would sink more and more.

I will complain and worry when walking on the wet street. Complaining about the bad weather and worrying that the muddy water splashed dirty my trousers, because it is really difficult to wash clothes in winter. Although I didn't wash them myself, I will inevitably learn a lesson after getting dirty.

the more it rains, the more melancholy it becomes. The warm snow snowed, and the wind blew the snowflakes down on my north-facing window glass. Things like catkins stuck to the glass, and the lights outside the window gradually blurred.

It's late at night in winter. I'm facing the window of the canal, and the wind is getting stronger and stronger. The sound of whining slaps the snowflake on the glass. There is a faint sound of Ma Touqin in the whistle. I know this is a heavy snow. It seems to fly over the grassland, which will cover up the desolation of the northern country. The land is white, and the very cold land can sleep.

I went to bed when the snow was piling up on the windowsill. When I woke up, there was a beam of noon sunshine coming through the window. I was puzzled. I vaguely remembered that it was a heavy snow last night. How could there be a sun during the day? Oh, it's winter in the north. I get up, brush my teeth easily, chew an apple, and go outside. It's really heavy snow. The snow on the ground is five or six inches thick. There are already children making snowmen in the yard. Behind the street, there is a uniform bungalow. There is thick snow on the roof, and the chimney on the roof is smoking. That's Xiaogan who makes tofu cooking soybean milk.

On the eaves, the snow melted by the sun began to drip, and a crystal ice slung down from the dripping place. The ice was illuminated by the sun and shone with golden light. Walking through the snow to the suburbs, the river was frozen and there was snow on the ice. The river was a snowy river, combed by the wind, and the snow showed signs of flowing.

The willows on both banks are hung with silver branches, and the wind has stopped. It always follows the footsteps of the night. I walked on, and the mottled earth of hay, mud and stones was covered with endless snow. A flock of pigeons flew over the snow sky, and the whistle shook off the snowflakes on the willow tips. I think there should be sika deer running through the vast snow field.

However, this is Beijing, and only Beetle-style cars are crawling slowly on the snowy roads. Snow covered the village, and there was faint smoke in the village. They were still using the coal stove, which was a light blue color in snowy days.

I can't help but think of the snowy days in South China. Snow is also white and fat. It covers the earth. There are green plants on the earth, such as camphor tree, pine tree, palm tree, privet and bamboo. Bamboo is green and white, and the village is covered with snow. There will be a small pond in front of the white and fat village, and a piece of black ink water will float lightly. On top of the residual lotus, snow accumulated on the lotus stalk, but the color of snow was not like lotus.

In the snow, there are also some cruciferous plants, which reveal golden yellow flowers. The snow in the south of China is covered with a stream, which is thin into a line, ringing with a clear voice and crisp metal texture. Is it cold and crisp? There is no wind in the south. Compared with the north, there is no decent wind in the south, which is more atmospheric and unrelenting.

However, in the snowy days in southern China, there will also be the sun, which is orange, and the golden light will be rubbed on the white and chubby snow, reflecting a warm luster. There are some birds, heron, Chinese Pulsatilla, wax mouth and sparrow. Heron lives in the lotus pond and on the privet tree, which are small birds. They compete for the last seed on the tree.

When I was in the geological team, it was not easy to see the drilling rig, the white drilling rig, and there were machines singing in it. Warm snow covers the thin winter, and the white earth is like a quiet mood, with a little imprint of bird's feet, like the fallen leaves of bamboo.

With the white hot steam, across the soft ridges, the withered wormwood standing on the pen and the fallen grass, snow is a pure thing. In my heart, there is a wisp of warm tide, winter elves, who make the earth white, and the world is in chaos. The distant and more distant villages come with the sound of striking the iron.

I think at this time, people are sitting by the small yellow mud stove, cooking delicious food in the pot and talking about the snow over the years. Now the snow is reluctant to cross the south of the Yangtze River. When I heard the tinkling of the iron, I had a feeling that it was smaller than the warmth standing by the iron stove. It was a kind of warmth that originated from my mood, and it soared over my heart. In a cold winter, snow covered the withered and thin earth.

The freehand brushwork in a sketchy way, on the snow where some green leaves are drilled, there are some small winds shaking and shaking the crystal white flowers of rice and vegetables. The calamus at the water's edge, with its white sword leaves withered and yellow, stood swaying on the shallow ice and thin snow.

In the northland, several grey-headed giant pines have lost their colors in the snowy land. The canal is covered with ice, and the thickness of the snow on the ice is uneven. The snow on both sides of the river waves down, and there is no small color on the snow. The grass in winter is killed.

The huge bird's nest on the poplar tree becomes a snowball. Time is covered into some snowflakes, and I step on the snow, such as stepping on time. There are no figures, oxen and herons in the snow, far away. 4. The composition "Winter Scenery of Nanjing" is 8 words, and it is quick to ask

The water is green and the pond trees are around the village, and the moss wall is faintly exposed to Chai Men.

The bell brings the moon to the frost bridge early, and guests accompany pheasants into Liu Cun. -inscription la qi la ba, frozen chin.

It's Laba and March 9th, and the temperature has dropped to 3 degrees below zero. The cold wind is accompanied by flying snow, dripping into ice, and the breath is frosty. In this weather, everyone wants to stay at home for the winter if there is nothing to do.

My son's school has arranged some extracurricular reading materials for winter vacation homework. For these books, I have to go out with my son no matter how cold it is! Three, nine, four, nine. Before I went out, I made full preparations for the cold, found out the thick velvet trench shoes I used to wear when I was working outdoors, put on thick cashmere cotton trousers, and wrapped my whole body tightly with a long white down jacket. It was just right last year. I don't know if it shrunk or maybe it was because I was fat, but now I am thin. Hats, scarves, masks and gloves are fully armed; Of course, two eyes are still exposed.

I looked in the mirror, looked like a polar bear, and led my son like an Antarctic penguin to Xinhua Bookstore. On the street, the northwest wind made my eyes hurt a little, and I felt like crying. Isn't it that my eyes have become seedlings in the greenhouse every day with my computer, and I can't stand the slightest cold? After the gate of my son's school, at the corner, a pile of snow that had not been cleared before was near the height of the building, and several small children were crawling, making noise and playing on it.

Their heads are bare, their heads are steaming, their faces are red, their hats have disappeared, and the snowballs in their hands fly to me, and I fly to you. A child stands at the top of the snowdrift and shouts, "I have climbed Mount Everest!" The red scarf in his hand has been waving, and his joy is no less than that of a real climber. The following children rushed to the "mountain" when they saw it ... Mountain City Road is in front, where Russian merchants gather, and the streets are full of blond Russians. This is a treasure-house for doing business, and the price of the shop is also sky-high.

In the center of the street, a China man is selling business to a Russian female businessman in Russian. The Russian lady is tall and burly, wearing a brown rex rabbit hat and a knee-length brown mink coat. Her waistline is thicker than mine, and her height is a lot higher than mine. When she pokes there, she looks exactly like a "brown bear". The China man opposite her is thin and withered, with no hat on his head and few clothes. He has a narrow neck and looks like a "Hanhao bird".

At this time, he is selling something similar to the * * * device to the brown bear. While speaking Russian, he put the * * * device on the back of the brown bear, probably to let her experience the effect. I don't know if the brown bear is too thick to feel it, or if she is not satisfied with the price, but she mumbled a few words. "Hanhao Bird" seems unwilling to be born, and he can't see his face or his age. Next to him stood a girl of seven or eight years old, wearing a dirty old coat on her thin body, which looked very empty. She was wrapped and wrapped, but she could not resist the attack of the highest grade cold wind in China.

My thin body was shivering in the cold wind. Outside my worn scarf, my unkempt hair was exposed. There was a hole in my snowshoes, and a crumpled tissue was stuffed in the hole. Seeing me pass by, the girl held out her little hands, which were red with cold. She didn't say something like "be kind and give me some" like other beggars, but looked at me timidly with her clear eyes and said nothing.

I didn't say anything, so I took out Zhang Yiyuan coins and put them in my little hands, which were frozen like carrots.