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Xue Jing Sinian Composition
In daily study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following are nine compositions in the fourth grade of Snow Scene, which I carefully arranged for reference only, hoping to help everyone.

There are four seasons in a year, spring with flowers and birds, summer with flowers and fruitful autumn, but I like cold and white winter best.

In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.

Winter girl is coming with steps. Look, the snowflakes flying all over the sky are her footsteps, and the snowflakes like goose feathers dance like a lively and lovely elf in the cold and white winter. Girls in winter put thick cotton-padded clothes on baby Dashan; Cover the road with a quilt; Take beautiful jewels to the roof. The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and large tracts of snowflakes are swirling down. That snow was really heavy! Such as goose feathers and cotton wool. The snow was really dense, like a wide snow curtain pulled from the sky to the ground. How beautiful that snowflake is! Like a white butterfly flapping its wings gently, it flew down.

After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow. The children ran into the yard and made a snowman. You rolled one and I rubbed one. I'm so happy! Soon a chubby snowman will be piled up. This is a lovely snow doll, which can bring happiness to children.

Snow represents purity. At this moment, I am in the beautiful scenery covered with snow. In the early morning of winter, everything around seems so quiet. There is no running water, and there is no pleasant birdsong. There seems to be only silence in the depths of my memory, and there has been such a snow scene.

I love you, Xue!

The snow scene in the country is really poetic! Snow elves are flawless, not inferior to the snow scene in the city.

The snow scene in the countryside is colorful. White snow flowers and green bamboo forests, their mutual contrast makes snow more thorough, people's hearts whiter and bamboo more fresh and refreshing. The red brick house is also covered with a snow quilt! Some children even put red, yellow, blue, green and green handmade flowers outside their homes, making many white snowflakes live into settled houses. The vegetable fields never let go of snowflakes, so that all homeless orphans finally have a warm and peaceful home!

The world after the snow is beautiful, and the green bamboo forest is far away. It takes off its monotonous green clothes when people are asleep. Put on white and green clothes. Some people also show off their new clothes to their friends from time to time! The gray dry bamboo leaves also make the snow elves unceremoniously put on a thick duvet! Approaching the bamboo forest slowly, I found that the heads of some small mushrooms were eager to break through this layer of snow, as if enjoying the beautiful scenery after the snow! Suddenly, I saw a chicken foraging in the forest. When it passed by, the snow embroidered it into a beautiful "three-leaf claw painting"!

I walked into this bamboo forest after the snow with curiosity. When I first stepped in, I heard the strange music when I stepped through the snow, as if it were a newly invented musical instrument, but it was so immersive! Because it's quiet, I can clearly hear my heartbeat! Maybe the sun is rising, and the sound of melting snow is echoed in my ears from time to time! These three kinds of wonderful music are intertwined! Rotating solidification! Sublimate! Let me be intoxicated!

Towards the end, I saw a Chimonanthus praecox in bud. It's very quiet, just like this small town after the snow!

There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. On Sunday afternoon, I got up on time, opened the curtains and found it was snowing heavily outside. Wow! It's snowing I let out a cry and hurried to the window, sat by the window and looked at the beautiful snow.

Heavy snow, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, came to a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine trees and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful. The tree has been covered with a layer of white gauze, and the ground looks like a thick white quilt. The earth has become a world of pink jade. Ah! How beautiful! I am intoxicated in this world of white packages! After the snow, I can't wait to run out of the house and watch the beautiful snow scene. Stepping on the soft snow, I heard the creaking sound under my feet. I ran to the snowdrift. I picked up a handful of clean snow with my hand, licked it with my tongue and tasted the pure snow. There was a unique fragrance and coldness on my tongue. At this time, I heard the children's hilarious voices in the park across the street. I ran over there. It turned out that they were having a snowball fight and making a snowman in the yard. How lively it is! That intense scene, I really want to join in, suddenly a snowball hit me on the head, and then a child said; "Big brother to have a snowball fight with us, ok? I said; " Ok, no problem. "I think while playing; How can I forget the snow this year? I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. In winter, although it is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

This morning, when I was still sleeping under the covers, my friends outside were calling my name: "Chen, come and have a snowball fight and make a snowman!" " "

I get up quickly, brush my teeth, wash my face, change clothes, finish breakfast and get ready. I rushed downstairs at once.

The first thing that caught my eye was the snowman made by my friends and the beautiful snow scene. Trees, covered with white and clean silver; The ground is covered with a thick quilt; Car, put on a white coat, white everywhere, how beautiful!

We are going to make another snowman. Let's roll a snowball to make its body, then roll a smaller snowball to make its head, use red dates as its eyes, and use a pepper and carrot as its mouth, nose and branches as its arms, so that a perfect snowman can be made!

Armed to the teeth, we put on gloves, hats and scarves and began to have snowball fights. I rolled up the snowball first and threw it to others, who complained bitterly. Unfortunately, I was also hit by someone else's bullet. The place where I was hit was just my neck, and my neck felt chilly, as if I had taken a cold bath.

Although our hands are frozen like a ripe red apple, we still feel very happy. I hope it snows that hard every winter!

In the morning, I opened the curtains and saw the beautiful snow scene outside.

I saw snowflakes floating in the sky, the ground was covered with snow blankets, the trees were wrapped in silver and white everywhere. I thought the snow scene outside was so beautiful that I went out to play with the snow with a small bucket.

Out of the house, I saw a piece of white in front of me. There is a very tall pine tree. There is a mass of snow on the top of it, as if playing a white umbrella. It is very beautiful. A small pine tree in front of the door was covered with snow and bent its branches.

As soon as the breeze blows, the snow all over the tree falls to the ground, and the quilt of the pine tree is gone. I feel particularly cold. A peach tree in front of the door has lost all its leaves, but the snow on the tree looks particularly beautiful, like white flowers. There is also snow-covered evergreen, as bright as a snowball. There are two children playing in the snow outside. One of them is playing with snow, and the other is watching. They had a good time.

I took a small bucket and knocked all the snow in the tree. When the bucket is full, I buckle the snow in the bucket on the ground to form a small platform. Then I stepped on it with my foot and the small platform collapsed. I think this is really interesting. It's nice to snow. We can play with snow and see the snow scene. I like snow.

As the saying goes, "There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, lotus in summer and snow in winter." I can't imagine what the world would be like without falling snowflakes in this beautiful season. Winter will still come, and the roulette of the four seasons will still turn, but it will be less fun and emotional appeal.

Suddenly, like a winter wind blowing all night, a long-awaited snowflake came. Looking at this beautiful snow scene, I can no longer restrain my inner excitement and excitement. I stood alone in the snow, quietly enjoying the falling snowflakes and listening to the sound of falling snowflakes. Although the wind is chilly and the chill is biting, standing in this graceful Miri, Malaysia, I am content to let the snow of the earth warm my heart and let my thoughts gallop freely in the distant time and space.

Two years ago, or three years ago, in the snowy days, we walked hand in hand on the ground covered with jade frost, feeling the warmth of snow and the tenderness in our hearts together. Or, we will pinch a few snowballs and chase each other, and the sleeping earth will become lively in our daughter-in-law's play. Now, it is also a snowy day, one at the edge of the sky and one in the corner of the ground.

Such a wonderful snow song, without secular interference and noise, is really emotional, leaving aside distractions in my heart, feeling it with my heart and experiencing it with love. Listening to the rustling of snow songs and accepting the rustling of the earth, I feel as if I were in a mirror-like Wang Yang, worshiping the sea in peace and caressing my heart in the surging eucalyptus trees. The twittering of snowflakes, like the beautiful music played by the antique huqin, is as pure as the wine in poetry. What is the purpose of such a nice accompaniment? Is it ridicule, celebration or praise?

Today, every other day has replaced the company of day and night. Once, we could play together and create a better life together. We can also urge each other, work together and travel in the unknown world hand in hand. When you are free, you can also get together, talk about gossip and draw your own blueprint for the future with spittle stars. It is no exaggeration to describe today's changes with vicissitudes of life. Brothers and sisters who used to play with their daughter-in-law and dream together are now busy running for their own lives, even if they meet, they are strangers. I once urged each other and joined hands to explore unknown good classmates and good comrades. For the sake of their own future, they climbed to the heights by hook or by crook and moved closer to the interests. How can they take care of their friends' lives? Brothers and sisters who used to sit around the mound and make blueprints with saliva were far away from each other, so they seldom got together. They finally gathered around a table and said what they all felt disgusting, which matched the food on the table. Although gorgeous, it has long lost its original flavor.

Gradually, my thoughts flew out of the illusion of reality with the dance of snowflakes. The whisper of snow once again entered my ear gallery, but it changed its appearance. Hu Qin is no longer playing music, not so beautiful. Cold snow and sad snow songs make people cry.

Under the solemn sky, a person is fascinated by the snow scene, which adorns the world with white snow and paints the world beautifully. What a magnificent scene of "the scenery in the north is frozen for thousands of miles", but I also learned to bury the messy reality with beautiful powder. Snow song, deep but tactfully, awe-inspiring but elegant, but also began to learn to lie. Who says the hum of snow is an angel's song, and people who hear it will be happy for a lifetime?

Standing in the snow, I accept the cold wind with my weak body and beg for the baptism of snowflakes with my injured soul here. At this moment, I just want to sigh at the boundless sky and falling snowflakes: "Leng Xue is sad, the sky is boundless, I recall the past years, I am confident, I look at reality, and my eyes are full of tears."

The snow stopped, the song disappeared, and my thoughts came back to reality. They are all alone, walking in the snow in the country, with their heads down and bored. Looking back suddenly, I found that it was far away from the original origin, far away!

One winter, I went to Beijing to play. One winter morning, the wind was so cold that I couldn't feel a trace of warmth. Soon, beautiful snowflakes fell from the sky like goose feathers.

I opened the door and went out. Wow! What a pure white world! There was a layer of pure white snow frost on the eaves, and shiny silver bars fell. The outline of the building is faintly visible and shrouded in snow and fog. The pine tree is covered with beautiful snowflakes and stands in the distance like a guard. Huh? Where did the squirrel go? Oh! It turns out that hibernating animals have already stored their food and slept in their caves!

Walking to the center of the city, it snowed even harder. Pedestrians on the road are wearing cotton-padded clothes and trousers, scarves, gloves and hats, and walking slowly. The small trees on both sides of the road were blown stagger by the destroyer Xuefeng. The car between the roads honked its horn, opened its big blind eyes, gasped and drove slowly like a beetle. ...

I came to the park, wow! There are many children having snowball fights, skiing and making snowmen in the snow. I saw my three good friends and I played with them. The snow is full of everyone's laughter.

I love winter, because it brings us endless joy, and it is it that makes some beautiful sentences and paragraphs gush out.

On April 15, a heavy snow fell in the east of Heilongjiang Province, which is located in the north of the motherland.

It snowed from four o'clock in the afternoon until midnight. At first, it rained in Mao Mao, and soon snowflakes floated. Because it is spring, the temperature is much higher than that in winter, and the humidity in the air is high, so the snowflake is particularly large and sticky. Locals call it cotton covered with snow. At first, the snow melted as soon as it fell to the ground, and the ground was wet. Later, it snowed harder and harder, and the temperature began to drop gradually. The snow that fell to the ground no longer melted. The whole sky is gray, so I can't see anything clearly. I saw countless little creatures flying in the dark.

I got up at four o'clock the next morning, thinking that the scenery outside would be beautiful. When I opened the door, I saw that the whole world was white, the ground was white, the sky was white, the buildings were white and the trees were white. The snow on the ground is five centimeters thick, so there is no sound when you step on it. When you lift your feet, a very clear footprint model is left in the snow.

The artificially pruned elms in the park have become vivid spirits, quietly watching people doing morning exercises. At this time, the naive trash can has also become a beautiful and lovely old man in Shengdan, standing on the roadside silently watching everyone passing by and wishing them good luck.

While walking, I enjoyed the beautiful snow scene. Suddenly, on a whim, I grabbed a drooping oak branch and shook it gently. A pile of soft snow fell quietly from the whole small tree and blended with the snow on the ground. As soon as I let go, the little tree straightened up, perhaps because I was too tired to bend over all night. When it straightened up, it shook back and forth a few times. Looking at this little tree, I can't help feeling gloomy. A beautiful flower, I shake it casually and disappear without a trace. I never dare to touch those drooping branches again, lest I become a sinner and killer who destroys this magical world.

After walking several times along the circular cement road, I reluctantly left the park and returned to the noisy city. ...

I don't want to be corny, but the weather is like this. Moreover, cloudy days always have a gloomy ending. Although it may not have something to do with you, it still happened somewhere.

I hadn't opened my eyes when it began to snow. The ground is wet and full of melting snow. Pools of water accumulated on the uneven ground. By noon, when school was over, it was snowing all over the sky outside the window of the math class, and the overwhelming white snowflakes had changed from small snow particles in the morning to heavy goose feathers at the moment. The water on the highway has accumulated in the depression all morning. On the way home, a slow-moving car passed by the big puddle around the corner. The muddy water in the puddle barely passed half a wheel of a Volkswagen. A fast-moving taxi kept splashing sewage on other vehicles along the way, and splashed half a pit of dirty water when passing through this puddle. The splash made all the cars on half the road unfortunately dirty their wet shells. And the taxi passed the puddle and put out the fire ridiculously. Really deserved it.

Snowflakes in the afternoon constantly increase the workload of highway cleaners, and when it rains, it turns into sleet. However, after watching two classes of snowflakes, the sad moment came as we guessed. The class that lasted for a semester began to collapse at this moment.

Maybe I should thank God, after all, there are still a few friends with me, although most of them are separated from me by two walls or a floor.

Somehow, I suddenly felt very sad and lost. And I began to miss the head teacher, and I began to miss him, which I called the best Chinese class I have ever had.

Missing always makes people feel sad. The almost completely unfamiliar environment aggravated the sadness. I am sitting in a completely strange classroom and about to start a new journey. However, this sitting is two and a half years.

On the way home, snowflakes mixed with water droplets hit my face. I thought God felt sorry for us.

The head teacher once told me that you are a little confused about the future. That was the first time I stepped on the threshold of high school. Now, I am as confused as before. Where is the road?

Sitting at my desk, while Farmer's Californie was still ringing in my ears, it was still snowing heavily and the ground was still full of water all day. When her "The Rhythm of Life" sounded, I looked up and saw that the snow had stopped, leaving only pools of rain on the ground.

Snow, once a snowflake, fell to the ground and turned into rain. There is no trace of snow. Flying snow, since it has landed, let it become rain.