Article 1: A 200-word diary in the Great Cold Week is common in the second grade of primary school.
It snowed heavily on Tuesday! Goose feather and snow are flying all over the sky, fluttering, like silver flowers sown by fairies, falling on the roof and wearing thick white velvet hats. Naughty snowflakes play tirelessly with people, deliberately hitting people's necks, and the ice is cold. Snowflakes warmly stick on my face and shake hands with me. I can't hide if I want to. Snowflakes fell to the ground and collided with each other, making a rustling sound, like the sound of spring silkworms eating mulberry leaves. It's gone, gone, and the yellow grass is covered with snowflakes in the blink of an eye.
The crystal clear snowflake is hexagonal, and the students are deeply attracted by this magical spirit. The screams shook the snow on the trees ... for a time, roads, campuses and fields were covered with snow.
Chapter 2: The 200-word diary of the Great Cold Week is common in the second grade of primary school.
On Monday, I saw the snow I hadn't seen in nearly three years.
Early in the morning, I can't wait to open the window and look out. Ah! It's all white outside The grass seems to be covered with a thick quilt, and the small building seems to be wearing a white hat. In the afternoon, I took my sister downstairs to make a snowman. When we came here, we began to make a snowman. I don't know how to snowball yet. Then an old man saw me and said, "I'll teach you!" "He held a small piece of snow in his hand, held it hard, pressed other snow on the small piece of snow in the snow, and then rolled on the ground. Slowly, gradually, I made a small table tennis, a small football, a big basketball … and finally a big snowball. Me too, because I became three snowmen. Xx and I took pictures next to the snowman.
I'm so happy after playing all afternoon! Because I saw the snow today.
Chapter 3: 200 words of the great cold weekly diary are very common in the second grade of primary school.
On Thursday morning, when I opened the window and looked out, I saw heavy snow falling. The roof, the ground, the flower beds and the trees are all white, and I am so excited that I can't open my eyes. I quickly brushed my teeth, washed my face, put on my schoolbag and ran out of the house like an arrow.
Roy seems to be covered with a thick quilt, full of silver flowers. When you step on the snow, the sound of "creak, creak" keeps ringing. The branches of small trees on the roadside are bent and broken. I threw a snowball, my hands were cold and my heart was warm.
Chapter four: 200 words of the great cold weekly diary are very common in the second grade of primary school.
On Wednesday, a classmate said at recess: It's snowing. We were all very excited and finally waited until school was over.
As soon as I got out of the teaching building. Wow. The world is white, and there is a thick layer of snow on the playground of the campus, which has not reached my vamp. Large tracts of snowflakes fall from the sky, dense, like a net covering the whole world. Snowflakes are like catkins, like reeds, and like fluffy seeds of dandelion dancing in the wind. At first glance, it seems irregular, but under the street lamp, you can see that they are crooked in rows, and the accumulated snow on the ground is covered with a layer of light smoke with the wind. At first glance, it turned out to be the reflection of snow flowers floating in the sky. Well done!
My mother and I are changing various walking postures in the thick snow. First, I dragged it with my feet. My mother said it was like a plow plowing the land. Then we leave our feet behind and our heels lean against each other. Like little penguins, we walked on the snow that no one had stepped on, leaving two rows of neat footprints behind us. It's really interesting.
I like snow!
Chapter 5: Weekly Diary of the Great Cold: 200 words in the second grade of primary school.
Friday, I am really happy, because I can make a snowman today. It snowed all night yesterday. This morning, the earth is like a thick layer of cotton.
My brother and I play snowman together, rolling a big snowball as the body, a small snowball as the head, branches as the mouth, leaves as the eyes and nose. Soon, a lovely snowman was born. We walked around the snowman, jumping and laughing. I looked into the sky and saw snowflakes falling like thousands of white butterflies flying all over the sky! When I reached out to pick up the snowflake, I saw it fall into my hand. As soon as I pulled it back, it melted. Why is she so shy?
Look, what a beautiful snowy winter!
Chapter 6: 200 words of the Great Cold Week are very common in the second grade of primary school.
On Thursday morning, I woke up and felt very cold. When I went to the window and closed the curtains, ah! It's snowing.
Snow falls from the sky like catkins, piece by piece, piece by piece, like goose feathers and cotton. An hour later, the car, the ground and the flower beds were covered with snow. It snows heavily, so we can have a snowball fight and make a snowman.
The snow is still falling. I opened the window with a snowflake. Ah! As light as smoke and as white as a cloud. It's too late to count how many petals it has, and it has become a small drop of ice-cold water.
I have no choice. I put on my shoes and ran downstairs to play with the snow. Then, xx, xx, xx also came, so we all had a snowball fight. Xx, they fired 20 rounds and missed me. I fired 19, and three of them hit them. ...
We are so happy, crazy and noisy in the snow, enjoying this rare snow to the fullest.
Chapter 7: 200 words of the great cold weekly diary are very common in the second grade of primary school.
I woke up on Friday morning and found it was snowy outside! I quickly got dressed and went downstairs with my grandmother.
When I came to the building, my foot stepped on the snow and made a "squeaking" sound. Trees, roofs and cars are all covered with snow, especially the snow on trees, just like white flowers in full bloom. The car covered with snow was painted with all kinds of pictures by some naughty children, which was very interesting.
While I was enjoying the snow scene, I was hit by something on my back. When I looked back, it turned out that grandma had thrown a snowball. I also threw a big snowball and hit her right on the head. In this way, a snowball fight began. In the end, we were both exhausted. Grandma said, "Come on, stop playing and go home!" " ""well, I'm exhausted. " I replied.
When I went upstairs to go home, I reluctantly took a look at the beautiful snow scene, which was really beautiful.