The campus in winter is cold and dry, but it is not monotonous. Look, the naughty snow doll jumped on the students' eyelashes. In a short time, Cher danced more happily, dancing with the students' figures, listening to what a wonderful and lively voice.
"Ding Rinrin ~ Class is over. I don't know when the winter girl put on a snow-white sweater for Mother Earth. The reflected snowflakes make us feel as if we are in an elf country. We laughed, danced and rowed here, and drew a small pattern for this sweater. I don't know who got up first. Everyone had a snowball fight, while the girls made a lovely snowman. Soon it cleared up, and the sun shone on the snow, shining and turned to look at the snowman. He smiled brilliantly in the sun, which made us smile.
Do you like this winter and a different campus?
The winter in my heart is a mirror of a cold night, revealing a trace of cold.
In this season, the impression is always particularly deep.
If someone asks me what kind of season I like, I will not hesitate to answer: "winter."
"I don't know why, I am always curious about winter and always have special feelings for winter.
I don't understand my curiosity about winter, but I feel that I am inexplicably tied to it by the lifeline. It is like a magnet, and I am just a ball of light. As soon as it comes near, I will be held back by it.
But when it passed by, I lost my life and could only be like a deflated ball.
Maybe because I was born in winter, I should like winter.
But I am always confused about it, and I will be touched inexplicably in winter.
In my opinion, winter is the peak of memory, and in winter, I will always be inexplicably pulled up by the rope to remember the gear.
This fallacy of mine was confirmed by my friend.
So in winter, I pay special attention to everything.
In winter, my mood is always heavy, especially when the weather is bad, but occasionally I will be happy.
In winter, sometimes I don't know.
In winter, I always feel dizzy. It may be a day of hibernation.
But I don't want to give up my life.
It is a waste to spend such a beautiful day in a deep sleep without feeling it, so I will not be reconciled.
After all, there is only one winter in a year.
But there is no good pastime in winter, because I always meditate.
However, sometimes new discoveries are made in meditation.
If one season must be removed from the four seasons, I don't care which season disappears except winter. I don't like places where the seasons are like spring.
Because it's too monotonous. In my feeling, spring, summer and autumn seem to be the same. God wants to decorate them in winter. Sometimes I wonder what to do without winter. Although if there is really no winter, the earth will still turn and people will still live, but it is really a little scary to think about it.
I like winter very much, but it always seems like a dream to me.
Dreams start in autumn and wake up in spring.
Late autumn unconsciously enters winter, and then unconsciously enters winter and spring.
I always feel that winter passes quickly, but I try to remember, but there is nothing particularly happy.
Winter is such a season that I can't understand, a season that makes me have special feelings for it.
Winter suddenly comes. A few days ago, the gorgeous sunshine tickled people's faces. The red and yellow peaks are very beautiful against the blue sky.
The girls in the small town are still in full bloom of youth and fashion, but winter has come with an irreversible attitude.
In a few gloomy days, the footsteps of winter soon reached the door.
The bustling city seems to be frozen in an instant, and fewer and fewer people ride bicycles. Pedestrians come and go in a hurry with their hands in their pockets, their heads down and their chins in their mouths, but the spacious tourist bus on weekdays is suddenly crowded with people wrapped up.
The tall French phoenix trees on both sides of the street were stripped of their shiny skins.
When a few leaves in the street were swollen by the deep red rain, they hung silently on the branches.
Next to the bus shelter, a couple hugged each other gently. The girl's hand is quietly inserted in the boy's cotton-padded pocket. The boy stood firm with his back against the cold north wind. The winter night is dark and long. Even in busy streets, people are making faces at each other.
Passing cars separate people, and not far away is a cold, mechanically separated steel torrent.
The city where thousands of residents are hiding has no festive atmosphere.
On the contrary, there is something gloomy behind everyone.
Luxurious streets are paved with bright and clean tiles, and flashing neon lights show off the beauty of modern cities to people coming and going, while beggars lying or lying in dark corners seem to be talking with people in a hurry.
Winter morning is beautiful in winter morning. Please see if you don't believe me-every morning when I open the door and go out, the biting cold wind blows and comes at me from time to time.
Occasionally, naughty little snowflakes fall like dancing.
Hexagonal snowflakes are varied: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like pieces of paper ... they are beautiful.
Fall to the ground, as if to spread a thick blanket on the ground; Falling on a tree, like wearing silver; It landed in the car like a fresh cream cake.
This beautiful snow scene makes people immerse themselves in fresh air.
Everything is wrapped in silver and beautiful.
However, what makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the window, some of which are like forests and full of mystery; Some are like streams, as if flowing quietly; Some are like Santa Claus, as if to give gifts to people ... Miss Winter is really ingenious! The club is crowded and very lively.
People are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, like cotton bags.
They do morning exercises with beautiful music.
There is a thick layer of ice on the artificial lake, and some naughty little students are frolicking on the lake, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time.
... in winter, the weather is very cold.
To tell the truth, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I have a strange feeling.
Ah, I love winter, because, in winter, "the wind knows the grass", I love its character.
Campus in Winter 700 words Campus in Winter quietly came to the world, and a little chill quietly penetrated our bodies until we were shrouded in cold.
Many dense branches and leaves of trees withered and withered in the cold wind.
On the bare branches, only two or three yellow leaves are still stubbornly hanging there, probably because they don't want to leave the embrace of the tree.
In winter, she is a sacred symbol. When the snow and ice cross the threshold of winter, the whole world is condensed by the north.
The lake and river are covered with a thick layer of ice, houses and pavilions are silent in the snow, and mounds and fields are intoxicated with silver light. "Mountain dancing silver snake, the original wax for ten days."
Such as the bright moon, the branches blooming like pear blossoms, the continuous "catkins" floating in the air, and the dreamy "angel feathers" falling from the sky, the whole world has entered the snow country and is intoxicated by it.
In winter, she has no charming temptation, and shallow people think he is cold, dull and monotonous; Without flashy agitation in winter, a mediocre human body will not realize the profundity and * * * behind his indifference.
In the morning, it began to snow heavily in the sky. Snowflakes danced like beautiful jade butterflies and drunk. Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering leisurely, gently Ying Ying, is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth! I saw the snow in front of me as naughty as a butterfly, falling under the eaves for a while and on the branches for a while.
In the afternoon, snow covered roofs, roads and crushed branches, covered the appearance of various objects, blocked roads and traffic, and snowflakes flying all over the sky made heaven and earth melt into a white whole.
Snow makes people feel that there is only one word-cold.
The earth is silvery white and clean, but snowflakes still fall from the sky like catkins, cotton and goose feathers.
Suddenly, the head teacher said to us, "Students, the geographical location of our school. Coupled with many human factors, our campus is beginning to freeze now. In order to reduce the danger of teachers in other schools tomorrow, we will clean the school this afternoon. " So some students went to the playground to sweep the snow, some with brooms, some with shovels, and some with trolleys.
Due to the lack of labor tools, we just swept a path by hand.
Through our joint efforts, we cleaned the campus in winter, although some students' hands were cracked and some were swollen.
But our hearts are full of joy.
We took a group photo in the snow. We won't forget this snow. We hope our efforts will leave a good impression on teachers in other schools.
The campus in winter is beautiful. I love the campus in winter!
Composition, winter campus, winter is coming, it's snowing.
Walking into the school gate, the playground is covered with white and soft carpets, just like walking into a white and flawless world.
Before we came to the teaching building, a row of spruces stood in the snow. The teacher asked us to count how many spruces there are. Ah, there are ten.
Careful observation shows that the sunny side of spruce is spotless and dazzling green, and there are many silver wires shining on pine needles.
We crossed a piece of Yang Shulin in the west of the campus, where tall poplars stood like a famous soldier, guarding the campus.
To the south of the playground are rows of tassels. Thick snow fell on the green branches and leaves. Some are like small snakes, some are like dragons, and some are like octopus. These beautiful patterns are like paintings designed by people.
We can see the willows in the east of the playground in the distance, like shy little girls.
We had a good time on the playground. We rushed to the snow-covered mountain and then slid down it. Some of us ran down from the top of the mountain, and some of us sat on the snowdrift and slid down. Wang Zhiyang slipped down from the top of the mountain like a black cat, which made us laugh.
We rolled around on the playground. Zou is as smart as a little loach and rolls fastest. We don't know which direction to roll. I'm dizzy. Our clothes are covered with snow, and the patterns are beautiful.
We climbed the slide on campus again. The slide is covered with snow, which is too slippery. Liu Tongxi climbed up and down like a bear.
Guan came up with an idea, stepped on the empty railing next to the slide and gave us a show.
Liu Tongxi is very useful in this way. Female students also climbed up in this way. Everyone scrambled to slide down and fell on the snow.
The teacher asked us, "Are you lonely in winter?" Let's shout "winter is not lonely!" "What a beautiful winter!" We also draw pictures in the snow with branches and write down that I love winter.
I prefer the campus in winter.
The composition of the campus in early winter has slowly entered the campus.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew on the face, thickening the students' clothes, blowing off the autumn clothes on campus, lightening the petals and blowing away the budding buds on the plum tree.
The coldest time of the day is early morning.
I'm walking on campus.
Although God doesn't want to throw a little snowflake, it seems that frost and fog can't hold their temper, and it has come to campus.
From time to time, you can see a string of glittering and translucent ice particles hanging on the dying grass leaves on the ground.
If you accidentally step on the grass, it will make a very small sound, as thin as a mosquito and fly, but it is faintly discernible.
There are no more passing birds in the sky. They have all gone to the south for the winter, or they are still hiding in warm nests.
The campus is very quiet, so quiet that you can hear the whispers between students.
The warmest moment of the day is noon.
After the baptism of the cool breeze in the morning, when I feel a ray of sunshine again, I feel very comfortable, just like a fish that has experienced drought suddenly found water, or like a lost bird in the city accidentally discovered the forest.
Frost soon succumbed to the pressure of the sun, and the wintersweet and evergreen shrubs on campus broke free from the shackles of frost and showed their majesty again in the sun.
The grass on the ground is also full of energy, and together with them, it sets off beautiful scenery.
The most beautiful moment of the day is evening.
Everything is eager to show all its charm before nightfall.
The faint sunshine falls on the river surface of the campus, and there are some cinnabar in the orange, which is quite a bit of a "blood-stained setting sun" flavor.
The river is sparkling, reflecting the trees on both sides and the surrounding teaching buildings, comparable to the West Lake, but the area is not too large.
It would be more beautiful if it snowed again.
Think about it, everything is covered with snow, and the sun is still shining brightly, which makes people feel a sacred respect.
If we look at it from another angle, the snow is sprinkled on the roof of the teaching building, on the corridor, on the windowsill of the dormitory building and on the bushes beside the tunnel, what a scene of "studying hard in a cold window".
The campus in early winter makes me fondle admiringly; The campus in early winter made me think deeply.
Looking at this beautiful scenery, I was deeply intoxicated. ...
When it comes to winter, people will definitely think that flowers are dying and the chill attacks people. So, what is the campus like in winter? Then please go and have a look with me! Standing by the window of the classroom, because the weather is too cold, as long as I talk to the window, the window will be covered with water vapor, and everything outside the window is hazy. I wiped the window and looked into the distance, and found that many leaves had fallen on the campus. Only the pine tree still stood tall and straight, indomitable against the cold wind, which reminded me of Mr. Kong's famous saying: The years are cold, and then the pines and cypresses wither.
The grass on the lawn is not as green as before. At this time, the grass is more like a child who has lost her usual vitality, but they seem to be saving strength for the spring of next year.
Probably because of climate change, many students dress like a snowman.
Every morning, the students gasped and asked each other questions.
In class, some students are too cold to take their hands out.
It seems that winter has come to us and changed our lives.
The sky outside the window is as gloomy as my mood, without a cloud, which makes me feel gloomy. I think this may be the unique weather in winter and the unique feeling of people in winter! I love winter on campus, because when winter comes, it means that spring is not far from us. This is the most special season in our campus-winter!
The comparative composition of winter and autumn on campus was published at: 2010-10-3016: 29: 25 [self]. The seal ID of this edition was deleted, and the editor posted a reply, quoting the main points of the report: 67 They were born on the same day in the same year, but they didn't know each other, just like two parallel lines, which should not intersect, but unexpectedly.
Just because of the slowly falling ginkgo leaves, their eager eyes met, so they left a brilliant point here.
Autumn is a beautiful season and the beginning of many fairy tales. How many people yearn for romance in the sunset? From acquaintance to acquaintance, they never thought that in such a fairy tale, they would become the protagonists.
Walking together in the campus full of fallen leaves, I don't know whether it is the afterglow of the sunset or the accumulated light of Ginkgo biloba leaves. That day, I really flashed a blush of shyness or longing on my face.
Autumn is the harvest season, and we also harvest love.
Full, golden.
They never said start, but they are connected with each other.
When two immature hands accidentally touch each other, the sweat on their palms sticks them together like glue and never lets go.
Since then, they have always lived happily in golden sunshine and golden leaves.
They have ideals and have been fighting for their studies, studying together and making progress together.
They look forward to the future together, outline a happy life together, and share each other's joys and sorrows.
They respect each other, never say anything or do anything that hurts each other.
When winter comes, he knows that her birthday is coming, and she knows that his birthday is coming.
Each of them is quietly thinking about how to spend their first birthday after falling in love, and it is the 2 1 birthday of two people together, which makes them extremely excited.
She spent a month studying and knitted him a sweater with snowflakes outlined with needles. They all liked it because they were born in winter.
Winter is a cold season, but a loving heart is always warm.
As the weather gets colder, there are fewer and fewer ginkgo orchards on campus.
To commemorate, they picked up several plastic packages and put them where they can see them every day.
They know that this is the witness of their love.
In winter, sometimes some cold is unacceptable to ordinary people, and the damage from the inside out cannot be made up even in spring.
It's snowing. Today is their birthday.
She held her carefully knitted sweater in front of him with joy, and her red face made him feel distressed.
He held her in his arms and held her tightly.
He took her to a house off campus and told her that he rented it.
He decorated the place beautifully and prepared a birthday cake and a sumptuous dinner.
Snowflakes were falling outside the window, and he hugged her and whispered that this was their future cabin.
She didn't speak.
He kissed her, but she didn't refuse.
He touched her, but she did not resist.
Knowing that everything was as he thought, he carried her to bed.
But he froze. He didn't see the blush, so he thought she didn't belong to him.
She didn't explain. He quietly got up and left, leaving her alone in a lonely hut that should be full of tenderness.
Yes, she was hurt and insulted by bad people in a strange place, although she had a thousand and ten thousand unwilling.
She never told anyone. She thought everything would pass.
She loves him because he has never hurt her.
She said that love does not choose to hurt.
But now, her misfortune has hurt him, and his giving up has hurt her the most.
She went to the hospital and vowed to start over. She hates being called a broken flower.
A few days later, she returned to the campus and found that all the leaves had somehow fallen out.
A day later, he also returned to the place where they put the ginkgo leaves, and found that the plastic-sealed leaves had already rotted.
When the line of love is broken, it is broken, and they never contact or meet again.
He put the sweater at the bottom of the box, and she always bypassed the ginkgo forest, unwilling to mention that sadness.
Although spring has come, ginkgo leaves have grown, green and tender, but what was lost in winter can never be found again. ...
About the 360-word composition about the school in winter, the warmth in my eyes-like a fire in winter, like the song "A Fire in Winter" sung by ChristianRandPhillips, makes people excited.
Some people warmed my whole body like fire on that cold winter night.
I remember that night, after piano lessons, I sat on a stone bench, waiting for my mother to pick me up.
But I waited for a long time and no one came to pick me up.
At this time, a flash of lightning passed by here, and a crisp voice sounded in the sky, which was nerve-racking.
Then it rained cats and dogs.
Unconsciously, I hurried under the awning, but the heavy rain still didn't hit me. When the wind came, the rain hit me.
Just at a loss, somehow, raindrops stopped attacking like machine guns.
Looking up, an old man stood in front of me with an umbrella.
Grandpa smiled and said to me, "Girl, why are you still standing here in the cold weather?" Aren't you afraid of catching cold? " Hearing this sentence, my heart trembled and I didn't know how to answer him.
He smiled and shook his head. Seeing him put the umbrella in my hand, I walked out of the awning.
I woke up soon, stood beside him with an umbrella and said to him, "Grandpa, you'd better use it. My mother will pick me up soon. "
And you are weak, I am healthy! So you can use this umbrella! "Said the umbrella in his hand.
The old man looked at me, smiled and put the umbrella handle in my hand.
Still that smiling face, melted my winter cold, like a fire, warmed my whole body.
Looking at his lonely back and walking home in the rain, I really wanted to run over and continue to hand him the umbrella, but it was useless, and he would continue to hand me the umbrella.
Although, on this cold night, it seems that the city is surrounded by cold and the wind is still blowing like a knife, my heart is still warm.
On this cold night, grandpa is like a fire, which warms me when I am submerged by the cold.
It was an unforgettable night.
Every time I think about it, it makes me warm all over.
Write as long as possible at the end of the composition describing the winter campus. Thank her, Miss Winter, for stepping on a hexagonal elf and quietly coming to our campus. At the school gate, the winter girl sprinkled a layer of slippery crystal ice, which made the teachers and students slide involuntarily and have fun. When I entered the campus, the teaching building was shivering with cold, and the sewer pipe was frozen with silver bars by Winter Girl, which was particularly beautiful and shiny. Close. The grass is much stronger than the floret, standing upright and being bathed in cold water by the winter girl. Although the grass bends down in the upper part, the lower part is still straight, as if demonstrating to the cold on his back: I won't be afraid, I can persist! Look at the little tree again. Branches are chased by girls in winter, and leaves are pulled together by the cold. Only iron railings, though shivering with cold, are still standing guard for flowers and trees to prevent them from being destroyed. Several cleaning teachers and classmates forgot the trap set by the winter girl and twisted the disco with a broom and shovel ... The winter girl danced heartily in the cold campus. We can only appreciate her solo dance in thick cotton-padded clothes ... As spring approaches, Winter Girl gradually bids farewell to the stage and waits for the arrival of the next winter. Although the girl in winter is not as delicate as the girl in spring, as gorgeous as the girl in summer and as rich as the girl in autumn, her crystal has brought another kind of amorous feelings to the world. Maybe that's why I like the campus where I dance with girls in winter. The campus in winter is so charming and poetic. Walking on campus, I saw that the whole campus has become a world wrapped in silver makeup; Standing buildings are covered with white clothes; The branches of saplings turned into bloated silver bars; Bright green leaves and red petals are covered with glittering and translucent frost. All this is hard to describe in words, which makes me very happy and relaxed. "Look!" I couldn't help shouting, because it was so beautiful, and it was Sister Dong's masterpiece. Big silver playground. The big playground at this time is different from before. It looks like a thousand pear flowers dancing, and it appears in front of my eyes bit by bit like jade chips. This scene is free in my heart, like a melodious, melodious and fresh music, and like a lively, harmonious and distinctive poem. It's strange that you were not drunk when you saw it! Look! This is another beautiful scenery. The fiery maple always infects me with full spirit and fiery enthusiasm, inspiring me. You see, the frost on it is as clean as jade, as white as silver, as light as smoke and as soft as catkins. It's really beautiful. Time flies, and the East has shown that its belly is white. Soon, Father Sun will show his smiling face. I really hope to be with this winter campus forever.
Morning composition on campus in winter On the morning of our campus in winter, under the urging of * * * and the crying of the teacher, we finally climbed out of the warm bed.
Winter mornings are always so gloomy, always so cold, always so cold, unforgettable! Walking on campus in the morning, the cold wind whizzed past my ears and hit my face, which made me unable to open my eyes.
I walked in front of the only building. The fragile young trees were blown to the east by the strong wind, and they could not stand the falling of the young trees and even the leaves. The tenacious trees are still persevering in the biting cold wind, the grass is tilted with the wind, and the pool water ripples from time to time! Unforgettable, I put my hands in my warm pockets, stood in the wind, breathed the fresh air in the morning and looked at the beautiful winter morning in this campus.
I looked at the school gate, and many day students pushed their bicycles up the stairs step by step. Maybe their parents are too afraid of their cold. They dress like cotton balls.
It may be very late. I ran towards the only building. Suddenly, my two feet started fighting, and one foot stepped on the shoelace of a shoe. My body didn't listen and I fell. Fortunately, it was in the grass, otherwise I might fall heavily.
Suddenly, my hand seemed to touch something, covered in hair, and I went to get it back.
I looked intently, and it turned out that on this cold morning, there was a frozen kitten, huddled up like a meatball and trembling all over.
Suddenly I feel sorry for this kitten. Maybe his mother doesn't want it, or maybe his mother is looking everywhere.
An idea suddenly occurred to me. I think: Let's put it in a warmer place.
I grabbed the kitten and was about to take it away.
Another thought came into my mind, and I thought: it's none of my business here. I'm not its owner, so I don't care about it.
So I put it on the ground again and walked to the only building.
But just halfway through, my conscience was discovered. I think it's good for me to keep it. It will be a good thing to eat more mice when it grows up.
I walked towards it again, picked it up and put it in a secret and warm place, waiting for its mother to pick it up.
I thought to myself: I can do a good thing this time.
Suddenly, I remembered "poison poison" and I hurried to the classroom. ......
On the campus in winter, in the early morning when it is still not fully bright, a person walks on the playground and looks at the bare branches, losing the vitality of the past. They have completed this year's mission and returned to their roots. I look forward to it blooming again next year.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew and made me shudder. I couldn't help putting my clothes in my pocket and walking towards the classroom.
"I can't help but put it in my pocket and step towards the classroom.
"What's in your pocket? A man came to the flower bed on foot and found it deserted and lonely. At this time, the flower bed lost its old laughter, while the students stayed in the classroom and refused to go out. At this time, the earth was covered with a layer of silvery white frost, which was slightly bleak.
At this time, the green grass of the flower bed is covered with a string of dew, which is particularly crystal clear. It's waiting for the sun to shine to evaporate it.
I reached out my lazy hand, touched the dew on the green grass, and a little coolness came up unconsciously, and subconsciously put my hand back in my pocket.
In winter, all the leaves have fallen, but at this time, the leaves are still lush and full of vitality, leaving only pine trees. Although pine trees are inconspicuous in the spring when flowers are in full bloom and spring is full, in winter, pine trees are still lush, not as bright as roses, nor as charming and enchanting as willows, but have a strong and simple atmosphere.
For the most beautiful scenery in winter, people appreciate its noble quality of not being afraid of cold.
Whenever there is a light snow on campus in winter, it is the most pleasant thing. At this time, I will stretch out my lazy hands and watch the snowflake fall on my hands like a girl wearing a tulle. That moment brings me a coolness, and my classmates also come out to watch this beautiful snow scene.
Snow White puts on a brand-new white dress for the earth, which is particularly vivid and full of vitality.
At this time, I also forgot the usual cold and attached to this beautiful snow scene. I couldn't help having a snowball fight and making a snowman with my classmates, laughing and laughing together, and getting back the good memories and reminiscences brought by my childhood.
Write about the snow in winter, but don't forget to write about people. People are the most beautiful scenery in winter.
It is said that spring is full of spring and vitality. In fact, winter is also full of vitality and poetry. You need to understand and experience this poetic wonderland with your heart.
I like the campus in winter. Although cold and clear, I am willing to experience the inner touch and shock brought by this poetic scene.
Please indicate the source for reprinting. Campus composition in winter, about 400 words.