The alarm clock went off, and it was still dark. I still have to get up early on the first day of work in 2009. There is some special white outside the window. If you look closely, you will know that it snowed quietly last night.

When you go out, there are some white flowers on the grass beside the road, and there is only water on the road. The first snow came earlier than usual and left in a hurry. After all, it's not as heavy as last year's snow. I feel very light. Suddenly, I had an idea. Let the children write a composition on this topic and see what kind of spiritual experience this snow has brought them. Composition Network home.sanwen8.cn

I also went to see the snow. The snow in the south always likes to join in the fun with the rain, making it wet everywhere and only making people feel cold. When I was a child, I used to catch snowflakes with my hands. I want to see the legendary "petals", but all I can see in my palm are glittering and translucent water drops, followed by swelling after freezing. So, pick it up with an umbrella, and the snow finally resisted melting, but what is common is shiny little ice particles without crystal patterns. This is somewhat disappointing, and children's hearts are so easily hurt!

Just like the snow in the south is easy to melt, that melancholy can't stay in my heart for a long time, and it will soon be dispelled because of my new discovery on preserved eggs. Pine flowers, petals bifurcate from the center, symmetrical and beautiful, but each one is absolutely different. They are reflected on a dark green background, like snowflakes falling at night, like stars twinkling in the sky, and like jewels displayed on flannel ... I no longer daydream, but just put these beautiful things in my mouth and feel beautiful. composition

Preserved eggs alone can't satisfy the expanding childlike innocence. I can't help being infatuated with snowflakes, and I will run to the window and stare at her again. This flower, quietly flying on the glass, quietly turned into a water drop and quietly flowed into a small river. Hey! Is it possible that a snowflake playfully chased her companion, landed at the same point and flowed into the same river? Patience is my virtue: staring at the glass window stupidly, letting time pass, but not consciously. Only when my fingers were stiff and unable to bend and stretch did I suddenly realize the greatness of the ancient philosophers-"no one will step into the same river twice."

That makes sense. Children will not step into my "river". They should have their own fresh ideas waiting for me! At least I heard some boys complaining: "The snow is too small to have a snowball fight. This article is definitely not wonderful. " composition

I looked out of the window again, and even the white flowers on the grass leaves were gone. The playful snowflake played a short trick. Children, you can't lose this battle to her! I look forward to your new work.

In a hurry, in a hurry, inadvertently, time slipped away from the children's pen, just like this hurried light snow.

But time will always leave us something. I can't wait to see the immature works of children. They have a pair of discerning eyes, tightly locked in time, locked in the rush of light snow to our spiritual experience.

They grasped the "small and lovely" feature of this snow, saying that "this snow is like a fairy, coming and going without a trace, and like a spring breeze blowing across the earth, leaving no trace and no nostalgia". Looking at the silver pearls on the treetops and grass tips, I can't bear to touch them with my hands for fear of hurting her. "That wave of snow seems to be blooming flowers in the grass, dotted with monotonous land", "In some places, the snow is thicker, and in some places, the grass color is still exposed; In this way, one is white, one is green, and the other is dark yellow, just like a floral dress with waterline. " "This light snow, thin, decorate everything poetic, let a person find the scenery pleasing to both the eye and the mind. People on the roadside seem to forget their own affairs and walk in the snow in twos and threes. The children are chasing after the light snow in their hands, and the crisp laughter brings infinite happiness to this early morning town! "

Children themselves, they rushed into the snow to catch up. "After class, we rushed to the playground, where there was already a sea of people, and we couldn't find the snow any later. We scraped some snow from the ground and had a snowball fight. Although there is little snow, everyone's face is full of bright smiles. Look, those guys over there are already having fun! "

"If you can't have a snowball fight, you can knead the snow into a small ball, which can be prevented in your hand. Water will flow out from your fingers and put it on the table, and water will keep coming out. "

They are not satisfied with this short-lived happiness, and they have not enjoyed enough. They can't help thinking of last year. "No matter where you go, grab it and you will have a ready-made snowball. Friends have snowball fights every day. You fly snowballs, I fly snowballs. Although my hands are red with cold, I still continue to make snowballs with frozen hands. "

We can have snowball fights as well as snowball fights. "Knead the snow into a ball, then roll the ball on the ground and push it for a while. Gradually, the snowball became bigger and bigger, and finally I couldn't push it any more, so I had to ask for help. My waist-high snowball is nothing to my father. He is like a giant. When he kicked with his big foot, the big snowball rolled far away, big and round. "

You can make a snowman after snowballing. "Take local materials and pile two big snowballs into a gourd shape as the ontology; Two pebbles, a little red brick, eyes and mouth at random; Put a short dead branch in and the snowman will come back to life. Although the work is not meticulous, we do it with a happy heart. Listen, the snowman is laughing honestly! "

This group of children should not be underestimated. They observe the snow, find pleasure in it and find the philosophy of life from it.

Someone said, "Why is the snow different every year? Because the mood is different! Everything is emotional! "

Someone said, "As soon as the lovely little snowflake falls into your palm, it becomes a crystal drop, which reminds me of the famous saying that beauty can't be picked."

Others said: "People often only pay attention to appearance, otherwise how can anyone ignore this lovely light snow?" I'm afraid I only see her indifference, but I don't know her value! "

Others said: "Seeing the charming light snow, but not feeling the cold, I naturally thought,' If winter comes, can spring be far behind?' Gently touching the white snow flower, in an instant, her jade-colored body has melted, and her heart suddenly felt pity for jade! Don't want her to leave. "

Finally, someone said, "She left quietly, just like she came gently and waved her sleeves without taking away a trace of happiness."

Sentimental teenagers think so much, but they don't see the worry of "emphasizing new words", only their love and praise for snow.

Children experience life by themselves, observe life, and then turn these precious memories into words. Now they are on their desks, emitting strange brilliance! The second snow fell quietly outside the window, and the children's hearts began to stir again ... Snow, how many beautiful memories you will bring us!