The composition of snowflake 1 My name is snowflake, which is a natural phenomenon. I can make the world white.
I come from the air world. I am colorless and translucent, the same color as ice.
I am a rare six-petal flower in nature. I am like a pear flower, a reed flower and a Yang Shuhua. I am light and can fly all over the sky. I have not only the shape of six petals, but also needles, goose feathers and dots. ...
I am condensed by water vapor when it meets cold air. My shape is different because water vapor condenses at different speeds. The shape of goose feathers is because my brothers and I stuck together when we landed. My 10,000 brothers and I weigh only one gram.
My color is not only colorless and translucent, but occasionally red, green, yellow and black.
We turn red or green because strong winds blow red algae or green algae into the sky. Because they breed very fast in the air. When they came down, they followed us down. So we turn red or green.
We turned yellow because the strong wind swept the yellow sand in the nearby desert into the air and landed with us. In this way, we turned yellow again.
We turned black because the black soot from the chimney of a nearby coal mine stuck to us and blackened us.
In winter, we landed in the field, just like covering the wheat seedlings with a warm and thick quilt. In the second year, crop friends can have a bumper harvest, just as the proverb says, "Winter wheat will be covered with three quilts, and next year we will sleep under the pillow." In winter, we stay on campus and bring joy to the children.
I, Snowflake, although my life is short and I quietly disappeared when Teacher Chun came, we still hope to come to a beautiful world every year to purify the air for people and add color to nature. ...
Snowflake's composition 2 "Quick, look out of the window!" Mom said excitedly. "ah! It's snowing, you can play with snow! " I exclaimed, I am very happy to walk in the snow.
When I got to school, it snowed even harder, turning into snowflakes like goose feathers, and a thin layer of snow soon accumulated on the ground. The car is covered with a thin quilt, the wire is covered with a butterfly hairpin, Mr. Tree wears a silver jacket, and the grass is covered with a winter quilt. On the playground, children are playing with snow, and some students are playing football in the snow. They are not afraid of grandma Dong's threat at all, because they know that this winter has just begun. As soon as the bell rang, the children's silvery laughter on the playground echoed in the campus, and the snow elves were still flying and hovering.
After class, the students flew out of the classroom and the playground became lively again. Some students chase and fight in the snow, some grab the snow, knead it into snowballs and throw it at friends, some reach out to catch the snow, and some lift their faces and open their mouths to taste the snow. Snow has brought us a lot of childhood happiness.
After school, I made an appointment with my classmate Xiaoxue to borrow books from the school library. We saw some students running on the playground, and we were already shivering in the cold wind. They are really not afraid of the cold and insist on exercising, which reminds me of "practicing for three or nine days in winter and three days in summer". Coming out of the library, the wind is still blowing and the snow is still falling quietly. It's beautiful! I really want to draw this beautiful scenery. Really beautiful! At this time, the snow at the foot became thicker and crunched like a piece of music, sometimes low and sometimes cheerful.
Snow, because of you, our winter is no longer lonely; Snow, because of you, our winter is no longer cold; Snow, because of you, our winter is no longer monotonous.
Bloom, Snow White! Cherish it, Snow White!
I am a little snowflake, and I come from my mother's fantastic beautiful sky. It is said that mother is broad-minded, because no one can see the end of the day! We love her and she loves us, which is more important than anything else. But she often tells us in that sweet voice: Son, you can't stay with me forever. You, as a snowflake, will make contributions to the earth, to mankind and to the world. Because only dedication can sublimate.
At that time, I had never heard the word dedication and sublimation, but I could intuitively realize how beautiful and noble he was.
One night, I felt heavier and heavier, and I fell a little. Mom, help me! I shouted in horror. At this moment, mother's sweet voice rang again: Go, son! Remember, only dedication can sublimate.
Mom's voice is far, far away.
I floated in the air and found that I was not alone. Brothers and sisters everywhere, we are all over the sky.
Gradually, I saw brown land, endless fields, green mountains and frozen rivers, just like my mother said. I tried hard and fell to the ground! All white like magic.
Before you know it, it will be dawn.
With a squeak, a girl opened the door and suddenly her eyes lit up: mom, mom! It's snowing. It's snowing. After a while, some children came, and they made my brothers and sisters into a lovely snowman. Suddenly, I was picked up by a little girl, made into a ball and threw it at another boy. Seeing them so happy, I smiled inexplicably myself.
I touched the boy's clothes and felt softer and softer. Oh, my God, my feet, my little feet have turned into water drops! I looked at the sky and my dearest mother. She was still wearing that blue dress embroidered with white flowers, still so beautiful.
Mom, your daughter will never see you again!
At this time, I finally know what dedication is! This is a silent dedication to others, not complaining and asking for it!
Yes! The devotee is always young, the devotee is always happy and the devotee is always pure!
Composition of snowflakes 4 In the dim twilight, a group of white elves floated in, all wearing translucent hexagonal hats, but each with a different delicate pattern, which was more beautiful than the window cut by grandma in the New Year. They must have been carefully cut by highly skilled weaver girls and made into New Year cards on earth! Oh, beautiful little snowflakes, like a group of little dancers in white gauze skirts, accompanied by Yue Xian from the Heavenly Palace, are dancing and spinning in the air, dancing more touching than Swan Lake, with such a light posture and elegant dance. Oh, the magical little snowflake.
Snowflakes are fluttering and falling gently on the branches of the tree. Is it to comfort it not to be sad for losing the green leaves? Or quietly tell it the information of spring? Snowflakes fluttered gently beside the delicate wheat seedlings, using her body to resist the invasion of the north wind. Snowflakes are fluttering gently. Are you afraid to wake our dreams? Oh, kind little snowflake.
The team of snowflakes in the sky is getting bigger and bigger, white, just like catkins covering my hometown in spring. Snowflakes call for friends, hug each other tightly, jump down from the high sky and spin excitedly. Oh, brave little snowflake.
Snowflakes floated quietly all night. At dawn, snowflakes hold their breath and wait for the first cheer. So the earth boiled, and the snowflake became active, turning into a snowman with a crooked nose, squatting among the children, grinning playfully with a mouth made of orange peel. Oh, lively little snowflake.
Trees wear bright white clothes, buildings wear warm white velvet hats, and the cracked mouths of wheat seedlings are sucking the sweet snow water. These are all gifts from snowflakes. You see, the hope shining in people's eyes and the smile flowing out of their mouths are also given by snowflakes. Oh, generous little snowflake.
In the morning, I was attracted by the silver light outside the window as soon as I got up. Looking at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, I am excited. This is the first time it snows this year. Just in time! I finished my meal quickly, put on my schoolbag and hurried downstairs to enjoy the beautiful scenery after the snow.
I walked happily in the street, and the snowflakes fell gently on my body and head, so gentle, and several snowflakes fell intimately on my face, so cool and comfortable.
What a pure snowflake, it makes all passers-by feel its beauty and makes everything have it. Overnight, lawns, holly, flowers, stones and trees on both sides of the road seemed to be "beautified". Looking around, everything is white, and it seems to be a snowy world. The grass is covered with a quilt, and the tree is covered with a cotton-padded jacket.
When I came to school, the first thing that caught my eye was the students playing rope skipping and snow games. They are all immersed in the snow scene, dancing with the snow and enjoying the infinite happiness brought by the snow.
Snowflakes are fluttering, and I look up at the sky. Snowflakes fall like feathers. Snowflakes float on students' heads and become shiny little silver hats; Snowflakes floated into the mushroom pavilion, and the stone mushrooms seemed to have life and danced. The air seems to be filtered by snow, so fresh, with a pure and true natural beauty. Snow brings life to everything, it makes everything pure, and the earth and everything need snow, which is inseparable. Where snow falls, it will become beautiful. Snowflakes are fluttering, snowflakes are fluttering, making the world a better place.
After class, I looked at the snow outside the window and thought: Xiaoxue, more, I want to be a beautiful Snow White; Small snowflakes, more, make the air fresher and purer; Little snowflakes, more, make the quilt of wheat thicker.
I like snowy days. Snowflakes are fluttering.
Snowflake Composition 6 likes nature: like warm wind, like silky rain, like misty clouds, like messy snow.
Perhaps, for a southerner who has lived in the north since childhood, there will be a silent love for snow. Because it is difficult to see snow often in your hometown.
The white snow. Charm is beyond words. The white roof, the white land and the white snowman around us ... only when we really blend into the snowy area can we truly appreciate the beauty in that tranquility. The harmony between man and nature makes people immersed in "self-misconduct".
The messy snowflakes are falling down. It can smooth the injustice on my spiritual path. Those potholes will be buried with them. When snow turns into ice, it will freeze those bumps. So that I can walk smoothly.
I don't know when I began to like clean snow. Let me be intoxicated and fascinated. When you and your partner are playing in the snowdrift? Is it when you chase and fight with your classmates in the snow? Or when the frozen Panasonic walks alone in the snow? I don't know
Now all I know is that I can't see the beautiful and messy snow. Now I have returned to my hometown. It seldom snows in this gentle and lovely south of the Yangtze River. However, in recent years, the temperature of the earth has been rising. It is almost impossible to snow in Jiangnan.
The scene of messy snowflakes falling seems to reappear in my memory, and that kind of intoxication has been lost for a long time.
I don't know when, I saw the snow that I miss on TV again. So it reminds me of the north and snow. Acacia is bitter. That kind of emotion makes it difficult for me to get rid of it at once. I couldn't help leaning against the TV screen until my head hit the TV.
Oh! That snow, that beautiful snow, that pure snow, that clear snow. When, when can I get in touch with snow again? That messy snow!
Composition of Snowflake 7 In spring, everything recovers and is full of vitality; In summer, the sun is like fire, and a hundred flowers blossom; Autumn is fruitful and the sky is high and the clouds are light.
However, what I like best are the cold winter and the white and glittering snowflakes. Although it has no colorful colors, it can create a pure and flawless space for the world. This is a season full of hope.
Winter is a magician. He dresses up the whole world with snow as props. Snowflakes, falling to the ground, like a silvery white carpet on the ground; Falling on the roof is like covering the roof with a thick quilt; Falling on the branches, as if inlaid with beautiful silver bars; Fall on children, like dancing elves. All this, under the irradiation of the sun, is particularly crystal clear!
I like the feeling of walking in the snow. A cool breeze blew in and lifted my hair. I like standing in the snow, watching the snow fall, and imagining that I have a pair of snow-white wings, just like entering the fairy tale kingdom.
The snow is light and white. When you see it, you will think of the word "purity". I don't know how to evaluate snow. All I know is that it is beautiful, dancing in the air, showing its dancing posture and falling with attachment to the sky. Do you know how beautiful white and green are? Under the embellishment of snow, pine trees are more temperamental. It makes the earth white, connects the earth with the sky, and makes the earth look so pure and quiet. Although snow can not bring vitality like spring rain, it can sum up the maturity after birth. Although snow can't bring the same light as lightning, it can let people know its purity. Snow and the earth are like lovers, holding hands to accompany them through the short winter.
Is there a pure snow in your heart? Snow is not pure because of beauty, but because of purity and beauty; People are cute not because they are beautiful, but because they are cute.
I love this beautiful and hopeful winter, and I love this beautiful and pure snowflake even more!
Composition of Snowflakes 8 In the photo, snowflakes fall from the sky and are very beautiful. Looking at it, I was fascinated. The snowflake in the photo seems to have two eyes, a pair of glasses, limbs and a ponytail. That snowflake is me, and I have become a snowflake.
The north wind roared, the temperature plummeted and winter came. The snow that has gathered in the sky for a long time is impatient after waiting for a long time, and I can't wait to see the world. Accompanied by the fierce music of the north wind, we jumped out one by one, our bodies turned lightly and we couldn't help dancing. We cheered, flew and danced. What a wonderful life.
You see, buildings, lawns, bridges, highways and branches are all white. Those are my companions. I landed on a big tree and sat comfortably on the throne of the branches. I looked intently at the beautiful scenery in the distance. Some children are coming out of the building. Are they here to play with the snow? I guessed, but unexpectedly, I fell from the throne of branches and fell into a red world. Then, I saw a hand with fuzzy gloves and picked me up with other snowflake friends. Oh, I see, it's children playing with snow with buckets. Then, I was arrested and replaced with other sisters. We huddled together and told wonderful experiences.
With the violent attack of the north wind, we were all blown away. I just feel like I'm flying out with the whistle of the north wind. I close my eyes and enjoy flying. Finally, I stopped. "Sister Snowflake", a delicate voice came from under me, "Oh, Sister Maimiao". I talked to her very late, and then I lay down on her and tucked her in. Then we fell asleep together.
I don't know which day, I woke up, the sun drove away the northwest wind, and the weather was warm. It must be spring. Under the sunshine, we slowly turned into water droplets and steam, and finally returned to the sky, looking forward to the next winter.
Snowflake composition 9 Snow is another sudden heavy snow. Its white and tender body, watching it fall from the sky, inevitably has a trace of melancholy in my heart.
People who have never been to the desert do not know the feeling of thirst; Those who have never fallen do not know the courage to get up again; No one has ever had a broken heart, and I don't know how deep it hurts.
The arrival of snow undoubtedly brought me something, and now I'm awake. Is it heartbreak, depression or sadness?
Today, it snows again. Looking at the snow outside the window, I was very excited. Because my feet are much better than the day before yesterday, I can play in the snow. At school, I had a good time with my classmates; On the way home from school, I had a good time with some friends. Walking into the community, I saw a thick layer of snow on the roof, and I couldn't help but grab it with my hand. I want to take it home and play with my little brother for a while, because I know grandma won't let him have enough fun when she picks him up. Holding a handful of snow in his hand, he came to the door with excitement and opened it. He was greeted by his brother's innocent and lovely smiling face. The first sentence is: Little Sister, you are back. Is this snow for me? Let's play together! ? Later, grandma who was cooking in the back room came out and saw the pile of snow in my hand. She knocked over my hand mercilessly and spilled all the snow on the ground? It's like my whole heart is broken to the ground. Listening to grandma's reproachful voice, watching those little snow crystals melt slowly, tears filling their eyes and rolling down their cheeks?
I really can't figure it out. Although I am a middle school student now, can't I be childlike? Is it in the eyes of adults that being buried in a pile of books and locked in the study every day is what you call a' good boy'? Can't I have my own freedom? ?
Tears moistened my eyes again, leaving a heavy question mark on what adults have done?
Snowflakes composition 10 Snowflakes are next to each other, much like a United family!
They walked leisurely, and I followed the footsteps of snow and came to the mountain. The mountain road is like a piece of jade sprinkled by Guanyin, from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. It is also like a scarf woven with reed flowers, tightly around the neck of the mountain, leaving poetic traces wherever the snow goes. At first glance, the branches are covered with snow, probably because naughty children hang delicious marshmallows on the trees! Perhaps an enthusiastic old woman steamed a small steamed bun and put it on the top of the grass. Snowflakes on the branches are like little snowflakes waiting in line for practice! I looked up, and the distance was hazy, like a fairyland. The mountain peak seems to sleep soundly, and the lovely sister Xue covers her with a quilt.
I picked up a snowflake, ah! Whose masterpiece is this exquisite six-petal flower? Who put it in this blue sky? The snowflake in my hand is sparkling, white and transparent. This white snowflake reminds me of the drip milk I ate when I was a child. It's so white! After I came to this world, the only thing that gave me strength was my mother's white milk. I grow taller and taller. My mother has some silver lines in her black hair. Day after day and year after year, my mother gave me enough love. This thin silver hair may be the crystallization of love! Like snowflakes, it is the crystallization of nature's love.
I walked slowly in the snow, and the footprints behind me were like cheerful notes, playing a high victory song. I was lying in the snow, the snow was soft, and the snowflake gently kissed my face and fell on my neck, crisp and crisp. I was intoxicated and closed my eyes, as if I had turned into a large snowflake and landed on the top of the mountain, making the tree no longer lonely. The snow is still jumping happily, pouring out its heart to the world, leaving white snow marks on the earth. Let everything have a new source of life At this moment, my heart has been washed transparent and pure by white snow.
I picked up a handful of snow, some of which turned into water in my hands and some were blown away by the wind. In this place where the snow melts, many flowers and plants will grow, and the snow marks will condense into a beautiful spring scene. ...
Snowflake's composition 1 1 Winter is coming, and snowflake-like spirits are falling down one after another. They are especially enchanting when they wrap silver ornaments in winter, because they love winter and white winter.
However, there is a small snowflake that doesn't see it that way. She thinks winter is not fun at all. She likes spring and vibrant spring.
One day, she was lying in Grandpa Tree's arms, breathing the cold air, closing her eyes and imagining the spring. In her mind, there are green grass, dense trees and small fish swimming happily in the blue lake ... At this moment, a voice pulls snowflake from the dream to reality: "Snowflake, Snowflake, what are you thinking? So fascinated? " She opened her eyes and it turned out to be a big bird. She whispered, "I wonder if I can go and see spring?" Big Bird said with a straight face, "Snowflake, how many times have I told you that you only belong to winter, not spring. Although spring is beautiful, she will kill you! " "Snowflake said excitedly," No, no, I'll be careful. "Take a look, take a look, I will take a look! Feel the warmth of spring! Just a moment, just a moment! Brother big bird, help me! I'll just take a look ... "Big Bird interrupted her and said," Even if you can't come back, do you still want to go? " Snowflake nodded firmly. Brother Big Bird said helplessly, "All right! I like spring too. Let me take you! " He gently put the little snowflake on his body, kicked his feet, patted his wings and flew lightly. They flew over mountains, rivers, fields and villages. ...................................................................................................................................................................
Ah! This is spring! Green trees and grass, blue sky and clear water, golden sun, beautiful butterflies, hardworking bees, clumsy big brown bears ... spring is more beautiful than snowflakes think, and the sun shines on her, which is warm and comfortable! The little snowflake turned into water, but she was not sad at all and had no regrets, because she would live in spring forever, forever and ever.
Snowflake's composition 12 "Mom, how long has it been since I saw snow!" "Didn't you just go to Xiling Snow Mountain last time?" "Oh, but it's frozen there!" -The day before it snowed.
The next morning, as soon as my mother opened the curtains, she surprised me and urged me to get up quickly, saying, "Get up quickly, it's snowing heavily!" " "I suddenly jumped out of bed and finished everything in two or three hours. I couldn't wait to rush out of the house and go downstairs. My eyes were as big as lanterns: catkin-like snowflakes fell from the sky and spread on branches and roofs. Looking around, the earth seems to be sleeping quietly under the white quilt. I opened my arms and ran back and forth excitedly, embracing the white world. At this time, the falling snowflakes became naughty and rushed at me as if to attack me.
When a light and beautiful snowflake floated to my hand, I carefully observed it. It turned out to be a hexagonal diamond, which looks more beautiful and whiter.
I touched the snow on the ground again, which really surprised me, but the snow was soft!
When I was very young, about one or two years old, there was a heavy snow in Chengdu. When I grow up, I still look at that photo with nostalgia. In the background is a fir tree wrapped in white, and my parents hold me and stand by. One of them held me, and the other held a pile of snow on my head with his hand, and took this beautiful photo of the snow scene. The feeling at that time is almost forgotten now.
Now I feel the soft white snow, just like holding a fragile dream in my hand. I really want to protect it. However, the snow in the palm of your hand braved the white gas and soon turned into water. Alas, if you want to see this soft snow again, you can only look with your eyes, not touch it with your hands, which will destroy it.
Mom told me to go back upstairs, and I reluctantly left the gentle snow. "If there is another chance, see you tomorrow."
Composition of snowflakes 13 I was very excited when I first saw white snowflakes when I was a child. How beautiful! My childish mind is full of curiosity. Where did it come from? An elf must have come from heaven to play on earth.
Snowflakes fell on me, and I looked up at these elves falling from the sky. The weather is really cold! The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the ground is covered with white snow flowers, like putting a white cotton-padded jacket on the ground. I ate cotton candy many times at that time. It is soft, white and sweet. Therefore, whenever I see something white, I can't help touching it to see if it is soft. If it is, I will definitely open my mouth and take a bite.
Before, I saw a big white coat thrown on the bed with white fluff on the collar. I thought, this thing must be cotton candy. It must be delicious I climbed over and grabbed the collar of this big coat, and then I opened my mouth and took a bite. What happened? I thought, it's not sweet at all. This is not cotton candy. I was angry and pushed it aside. From then on, I don't believe that marshmallows are not sweet. I want to try something white when I see it.
This time, I just saw the snow. Of course, I will not hesitate to go over and have a taste. I looked up, and several snowflakes fell into my mouth. For an instant, I was very surprised by a cold feeling. It's too cold! I thought to myself: In the future, I will definitely not eat marshmallows. I didn't know until I was five. This is a weather phenomenon. It snows every winter, and I finally know the truth.
Whenever I recall the stupid things I did when I was a child, I laugh at myself in my heart.
The composition of snowflakes 14 The fog is getting thinner and thinner. Soft snowflakes fall from the gray sky and suddenly land in the glade, so natural and comfortable.
It is the essence of water and the soul of ice. They seem to be dancing to the strong cold melody of the north wind. They miss this vast land so much that they are eager to move their feet and kiss the long-lost land. Mother Earth happily accepted their returning children and accepted them with a broad mind. It is frost's sister and the messenger of winter. How different it is to stare silently!
Snowflakes like goose feathers are falling and weaving into a snow curtain. Like catkins, white as silver, moist as jade, one after another, clusters, swirl, Ran Ran falling, shining with cold silver. Is it an angel sent by God? Someone scattered countless transparent and white pear petals in the sky.
Look through the white snow curtain, oh! What a snowy world! Thousands of trees seem to be full of pears. Between the layers of leaves, snowflakes are full of flowers, blooming gracefully, bashfully beating the bones and dancing with the branches. It's fascinating. The small leaves that lost their lives were decorated with snowflakes and regained their charm. Chimonanthus praecox and Pinus ponderosa are friends, and the faint fragrance is intoxicating. The house was covered with frost, the willow branches turned into silver bars, and the wall was like a long snake with a white back, facing the gray curtain in the distance. Really beautiful!
At this time, the wide fields are covered with snow-white quilts and become beautiful and moving, just like a girl with a green background and a white coat dancing, so quiet and elegant, especially the snow.
Snowflake is like a flying butterfly, shining her "wings" happily, as if to scatter glittering snowflakes on the earth and let the earth rest under the soft bed curtain. Pregnant with the growth of the new year.
Snowflakes are floating gently, floating ...
The composition of snowflakes 15 Snow surges in the north. In the winter of December, the snow is flying all over the sky, graceful and dancing lightly. Pedestrians appreciate its beauty, but I feel deeply sad for the loneliness of snowflake.
I had a dream last night. It seems to be snowing in the dream, and it is already dawn. Gently open the curtain, and at first glance, there are only white trees, white sky and white ground, and everything is white. Really sleepy! Few people get up early to enjoy the snow, but it is precious! If I were a snowflake, can you understand my loneliness? Loneliness that nobody appreciates.
It is still flying snow outside the window, like catkins rolled up by the wind, and it is raining in the early winter morning. Pedestrians on the road left a string of dirty footprints in the white snow. Do you know that this is a series of dirty tears of snowflakes? The exhaust of the car blackened her plain clothes, and the roaring wheels ran over her heart. If I were a snowflake, can you understand my loneliness? Dirty is helpless?
The classroom is warm and comfortable, and the north wind whistles outside the window. Only Mother Earth can understand the sadness of snowflakes, as well as their crying, helplessness and regret. The reason why snow falls on the earth is that people's hearts will be a paradise wrapped in silver tomorrow, which will make the hearts of people struggling in the mud like Platycodon grandiflorum purer, more natural and more magnanimous ... Snow is not the first snow, and its black ash reflects the true face of our hearts. Shouldn't we be vigilant when we see this? I stared at the distance stupefied, and the sigh of snowflakes in my ear was heavy and painful. ...
If I were a snowflake, can you understand my loneliness? Will you forgive my filth again?