Winter morning composition 1 Compared with the mornings of the four seasons, I like winter mornings best.
In the winter morning, it is mostly foggy outside, everywhere is shrouded in mist, the fog in the community is lingering, the residential buildings are swaying, and everything is ethereal and beautiful.
In the winter morning, the scenery and things outside, especially the flowers and trees, are covered with a beautiful layer of "clothes"-that is frost. One day I got up early for morning exercise and suddenly saw a beautiful "coat" on the grass. I suddenly remembered, ah! It turns out that winter has come, but we just don't know it. But frost gives us the best hint.
It's dark outside in winter morning. Get up early in the morning to go to school and walk out of the door, only to see rows of street lamps lit neatly, and the stars and the moon in the sky have not yet gone home to rest. I just found that the winter morning is so dark.
In winter morning, there are fewer people doing morning exercises outside. Perhaps the cold morning breeze soothes people's will, and perhaps the warm bed is more attractive. In a word, the winter morning is a silent morning.
Winter is a different season, a world of ice and snow. The winter morning is even more desirable and unpredictable.
Winter morning, the most beautiful morning, the most charming morning.
I opened my eyes early in the winter morning. However, the sky and the sun seem to be still asleep, and there is no idea of waking up. I walked to the door and looked at the sky. "Hey, wake up!" I whispered, and immediately turned and ran out of the house.
Out of the door, a fishy sweet smell penetrated my whole body, slipped from my hand, and crossed the tip of my nose, as cold as frost. Sun, Sun, why don't you come out?
The sky slowly turns gray-blue, blue, blue again, and soon becomes blue like sea water. God, slowly open your eyes and gently wake people up. There are many pedestrians on the road.
There is a touch of golden light on the horizon, the clouds gradually dissipate, the aperture ripples, and the circle comes out bit by bit. Looking up, the tiny sunshine has penetrated the clouds and fallen to the world. "Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep. Although the voice is harsh, it makes people feel that a new day has begun. The fierce sky Xia Hong jumped out quietly in people's conversation and laughter. It was a phoenix flying for nine days; It's naughty children jumping around; It's the expression and energy on people's faces. The sun is finally showing its face! I jumped up and put my hand into the golden light.
In the quiet path, I found a strand of hair-like light falling at my feet. The sun has feet and moves quietly. I lit the lamp with my toe and he shrank forward a little. I run, just follow me everywhere. A moment ago, a moment later, the light ran more and more. When I looked up, the sun was watching me! He looked at me lovingly like a father.
I followed the light to the school where the sun was. At the moment, I am not alone. I am one of the countless rays of the sun, and I am heading for hope under the caress of the sun! Stepping into the school gate in one breath, all the sunshine is at school! He slipped into our arms, face and hair tips, bringing us laughter and warmth. I frolic with my partner, but no matter how I run, I can't escape from the place where the sun shines or the gaze of the sun. So I stopped and opened my hand to embrace the sunshine. Winter goes and spring comes, the night ends and the day rises. Will this glorious glory be the same in ten thousand years? For an instant, I was filled with thoughts and tears almost came to my eyes.
You said, if the sun has been shining on us, it would be great!
In the morning, I opened my eyes and looked out of the window. The cold wind roared. I can't help shivering. The wind blew gently across my cheek, and it was very cold. I can't help thinking of a morning last winter.
I remember it was a cold morning, and I just came back from learning the Olympic Mathematics. When I arrived at the community and was ready to go home around the path, a few small raindrops fell in the sky. Shit! It's going to rain, so I took a breath of air conditioning and quickly hid in a good place to avoid the rain. Sure enough, before long, it began to rain cats and dogs.
The rain is flying wildly, the wind is blowing boldly, hitting the ground heavily, making a sound of "pa, pa-",which is very crisp. It is raining harder and harder. When they landed, they seemed to be playing a symphony, and the winter wind was blowing "whoosh, whoosh" as if to accompany the rain.
Pedestrians on the road hurried home with umbrellas. Just me, standing alone at the door of a small shop, quietly waiting for an acquaintance to pass by.
The rain is getting heavier and the wind is howling. I was curled up with cold. I am so worried that I can't wait to put on my wings and fly home.
Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed in the wind and rain. She is short, with bright black hair and a pair of glasses on her nose. That's her mother! I saw her holding up a big umbrella, and the sweat as big as beans slipped across her cheeks. She looks extremely anxious. She probably saw that I hadn't come home yet and was very anxious to come out and find me.
I finally don't have to stay in this stormy place. I was so excited that I jumped into my mother's arms.
"Let you suffer in this place!" Mom said regretfully.
The rain gradually subsided, the wind held its breath, and the cold in winter gradually weakened. Isn't an umbrella under the wind and rain a maternal love?
"The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body". Maternal love is deep, and every mother in the world is like this. Whenever the winter wind rises, I will think of my mother's love.
Winter morning composition 4 In the winter morning, the wind is biting, and there is no pedestrian in the street.
The sky is gray and there is a cold feeling. The tree shook off its leaves and put on white gauze. Only the pine and cypress still stood upright in the cold wind in their green suits.
The streets are sparsely populated, only a few people can come out, and the mountains in the distance are shrouded in fog, which is very vague.
Grandfather Sun braved the risk of catching a cold and rose from the east, bringing us warmth. The sky turns blue and the distant mountains become clear.
White clouds rose in the sky, which were slowly blown into various animals, including horses, pigs, chickens, snakes and turkeys ... The sky became a zoo.
There are more pedestrians in the street, and the trees have faded their white gauze clothes.
Winter morning is cold and happy!
One morning, I was awakened from my dream by an alarm clock. I think today is a little different from usual. It turned out that Grandpa Winter came with light steps.
I looked out of the window, ah! The windows are covered with silver ice. I had a hot breakfast and then went to school. On the way, I saw Xu Shiwei. He was wearing a down jacket and a coat, but he was still sneezing with cold. I walked on, and almost all the shops here were closed. I think: the owners of these shops must be afraid of the cold, so they sleep at home with the heating on. The trees on the roadside all put on thick coats, as if to say, "Ah ... Ah, it's so cold ..." The road seems to be frozen, so cold!
In this cold weather, there are many things that are not afraid of cold. The police uncle is not afraid of the cold and directs the traffic in the cold wind to keep the traffic smooth and safe. The cleaners and aunts swept the floor in the snow, creating a clean and environmentally friendly city for us. Pine, bamboo and plum are holding hands in the snow, adding a touch of vitality, color and fragrance to the cold winter. I want to learn their spirit of not being afraid of cold.
Ah! In the winter morning, I will definitely let go of your cold temper!
Winter morning composition 6 Winter is coming, and the north wind is howling. I put my head out of the warm bed. "Wow, it's so cold!"
I can't help shouting.
Mother said, "It's cooled down again today, so put on more clothes." I listened, immediately put on a sweater, put on another sweater, it was still cold, so I couldn't help it. I had to take out the thickest cotton-padded jacket from the cupboard and put it on. I looked in front of the mirror. Oh, my God!
I became a big bear.
When I opened the door, a cold wind blew on my face, which made me tremble with cold. I quickly closed the door. My mother looked at it and handed me a scarf and a pair of gloves. The equipment was really good, and I walked out of the house against the biting north wind. There are few pedestrians on the road, all wearing thick cotton-padded jackets, hats and scarves. The north wind roared through the treetops, and branches were scattered on the trees by the roadside. The ground is covered with yellow leaves and looks like a golden carpet from a distance, stepping on soft cotton. The sun rises slowly from the east, just like an orange balloon hanging in the sky, which is not dazzling at all. People are scrambling to walk in the sun and feel particularly warm.
Unconsciously, I arrived at school. Although the weather is very cold, the campus is still very lively. The students in the boarding department have started morning exercises all day. You see, some of them are running, some are practicing Taekwondo, and some are practicing model airplanes. It's warm to walk into the classroom!
It turns out that all the windows in the classroom are closed. Students came to the classroom one after another, and we started a day of morning reading. The sound of books echoed over the campus.
The winter morning in my hometown is so beautiful and intriguing!
When you wake up in the morning, you will see a misty gauze floating freely, giving the earth an ethereal world. Everyone knows what this is, right? Yes! Its fog is wrapped around the branches, and the branches look foggy, and the vague outline shows its attitude of not being afraid of cold; Fog shuttles through the mountains, and the green hills are sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, but in the meantime, they are clearly dotted with fog. Fog lingers gently in the fields, reflecting rare green, but green is obviously beating the pulse of life. ...
In the turbulent fog, the rising sun, red and white, climbed up wearily. Although it looked difficult, they persisted ... finally, the rising sun rose and sat on the cloud, as if still panting, but it gave off a red light. After a while, the sunshine became stronger and stronger, and the fog quietly left, replaced by the whistling north wind. The north wind is so arrogant that it always disturbs the quiet world: whoosh, running into the street, it disturbs the hair and clothes of pedestrians; With a whoosh, it ran into the Woods, and the branches and leaves rang with pain; With a whoosh, it runs around like a naughty child. When it is tired, it stops quietly to have a rest. ...
Spring is colorful, perhaps it is precisely because of the withering of winter that such a brilliant season can be bred! In the early morning of winter, fog is your most trusted friend, accompanying you to the ends of the earth; The wind is your most beautiful music, spreading the sound of winter to every corner. As the saying goes: spring wakes up, summer grows, autumn dries up and hibernates. I like snowy winter.
In winter in the north, white and flawless snow has become the focus and favorite of children. Although it seldom snows in our south, the students sitting in the classroom can't help looking out of the window. It really snows today! In the afternoon, the snow stopped. In physical education class, the teacher asked us to make a snowman and have a snowball fight. It was very interesting! On the playground, on the roof and on the branches, there is thick snow, which is simply a white and silver world. It began to snow slowly in the sky again. A snowflake fell into my hand and melted in less than 2 seconds. When we entered the classroom, another classmate came to the playground with a pencil box to "pick up the snow". It didn't snow much, but it kept falling.
I like winter because I was born in winter. A few flowers came into this world with me. They are the "strong" in winter-plum blossoms. No wonder plum blossoms are praised by poets: "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold." From ancient times to the present, it has been silently opening against the biting cold wind.
Some people say that winter is a "cruel monarch" and it "kills" many creatures. In fact, it can kill mosquitoes, flies and other pests. Snow's eyes were full of soft sand, which froze the pests to death, but threw a thick quilt to the rice field. ...
I love you in the snowy winter!
When I opened my blindfolded eyes, you came, winter morning. Go out of the door, look into your eyes and read your profundity and uniqueness.
Your face is full of fog, flying freely, giving the world an ethereal look. It was sprinkled on the eaves and windows, which made me see a piece of white at a glance. The world behind the fog is more substantial and beautiful: the fog runs on the branches, and the branches look foggy, and the vague outline clearly shows its attitude of not being afraid of the cold; Fog shuttles through the mountains, and the mountains are sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, but in the meantime, they are clearly dotted with fog. Fog lingers gently in the fields, reflecting a rare green color, but green clearly beats the pulse of life. ...
In the fog flying freely, it seems that you can't see anything, and you seem to be at a loss, but didn't you hear the beep of the car break the silence of the night and start the noise of the day? Didn't you hear the cock crow wake up the sleeping people and announce the arrival of a busy day? Didn't you hear the melodious tunes in the alley between buildings ... It seems that no one will play anything on purpose this winter morning, but who will say that all the sounds are not the most beautiful music in life?
In the turbulent fog, it seems that the face of the rising sun can't be seen until the end of the world. Between the brows, you are obviously tired or can't do it. But it persisted, struggling to climb a little bit. Finally, it got up in Ran Ran, hiding in the clouds, panting, but it gave off a faint light and shone on people, and felt nothing. After a while, it began to shine hard on the earth, and I finally felt a little warm and comfortable.
The sun is getting stronger and stronger, the fog is gradually dispersing, the tiny shadow of the morning glow is shining in the sky, and the eyes are clear.
At this time, the wind roared. It is always so arrogant and always likes to disturb this quiet world. It ran to the front of the residential building, but this is not a free place to go in and out. The window blocked its way mercilessly, which made the wind very anxious. It slammed into the glass, slapped the awning, growled angrily, and finally had to leave helplessly. ...
Yes, spring is colorful, but perhaps it is because of the decline of winter that such a brilliant season was born. In the early morning of winter, fog is your most charming companion, and wind is the accompaniment of your wonderful symphony. However, people are struggling for the proverb "A day's plan lies in the morning". In the winter morning, although you don't have a gorgeous appearance, you are so intriguing.
When I get up in the morning, I gently open the window. The birds on the branches outside the window have lost their cheerful songs in the past, and they are still lazily asleep in their warm nests.
The old tree in front of the dormitory is bare, and even if there are a few leaves hanging on it, it is already yellow and crumbling. Walking on campus, camphor trees are still so tall and green, and the green leaves of bamboo forests on the south side of Central Road are also eye-catching. Bamboo stands together to keep warm and have a comfortable winter.
Surrounded by green hills, they are not aging in the cold, but more vibrant. This mountain seems to be our patron saint, and it also protects the whole campus like a cradle. At any time, they stick to their posts and never flinch, which makes people feel at ease.
The most beautiful scenery is the sunrise. The sun, like a child, blushed and bit by bit out of the shelter of the mountains, trying to add some heat to the water and soil here as soon as possible. When the sun's face was exposed, the white clouds in the sky were dyed golden red, and the students doing morning exercises were also dyed red.
The quiet campus is also boiling up, and students' loud morning exercises slogans and reading sounds resound through the campus.
The winter morning on campus is full of vitality, and everything is so quiet and beautiful. With classmates who are not afraid of cold, there is no chill in the winter morning on campus.
The eagle beside the bamboo forest is flapping its wings and will fight the blue sky. ...
Winter morning composition 10 Some people like the spring of "flying kites when the east wind is busy"; Some people like the summer of "reflecting the different colors of lotus flowers"; Some people like autumn when frost leaves are redder than February flowers. But I like to blow open the petals of ten thousand pear trees in winter. It's a beautiful morning in winter. Can you believe it? look ...
The winter morning is quiet, the earth is filled with thick white fog, and things dozens of meters away can't be seen clearly. The whole world is hazy and mysterious. What a quiet winter morning without the leisurely walk of white clouds, the loud throat of birds and the noise of adults!
The morning in winter is beautiful. Small crystal pillars, large and small, are hung under the eaves of the bungalow, and the glass of the window is covered with beautiful frost flowers. Icicles and frost flowers brought us into the wonderful fairy tale world. Out of the house, the fog slowly dispersed, looked up, and the sky showed a pale blue face. I don't know when, the sun has quietly revealed its orange-red figure, like a big round orange, shining warmly on the earth. Sunlight passed through the clouds and stitched them into a beautiful picture with Phnom Penh. All the leaves on the tree have fallen off, revealing clear branches, and occasionally one or two bird's nests can be seen. What a beautiful winter morning!
It's very cold in the winter morning, and the cold wind sticks to the face like a needle. If you stay outside for a while, the cold will penetrate your thick down jacket and invade your bone marrow. Pedestrians in the street will wrap themselves up and hide their hands in their pockets for fear of freezing. Everyone's nose emits clouds of white breath from time to time. Sometimes it's really worrying to have a stuffy nose and mouth. What a cold winter morning!
The winter morning is lively, and the cold can't stop people's heartbeat. On the open space of the community, rhythmic music sounded early in the morning. Someone is dancing a beautiful fan dance, someone is playing Tai Ji Chuan leisurely, and someone is exercising on fitness equipment ... What a lively winter morning!
Although winter is cold, it is full of vitality and warmth. I like winter mornings!