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Junior high school composition is really beautiful in winter.
Beautiful winter

These days, the weather is getting colder and colder. Teacher Qiu gradually left us, and Grandpa Dong slowly came to us. Recently, riding a bike from home to school in the morning, I feel very tired, because people's clothes will thicken a lot in winter, and riding a bike in winter is very difficult. When we are on duty, it is particularly difficult. As soon as the wind blows, the leaves fall in large pieces, and we often finish them early. In these things, the students have enough headaches, and they don't feel good at all in winter. But the first heavy snow two days ago was a happy gift from Grandpa Dong. The day before yesterday, the first snow fell in Zhengzhou. When I leave home in the morning, I find it more difficult to ride a bike. When I got to school, it was already half past seven, and it was still dark and covered with dark clouds. After a while, I saw snowflakes as big as small grains of rice falling from the sky, and the students cheered loudly: "It's snowing! It's snowing! " In the first Chinese class, it snows harder and harder. In the second math class, snowflakes like goose feathers will bloom. I remember when it started to snow, it fell straight like rain. Now, every snowflake is flying in the air, like a parachute, and slowly falls to the ground. It's still foggy and white outside, and snowflakes are flying all over the sky, as if we were in a fairyland. Although the teacher took great pains to give us a lecture on the podium, the students' hearts had already flown to the outside and they were all watching the snow outside. What students want most now is to ring the bell early. I looked out, the roof, car and eaves were covered with a cotton-white "quilt", and the pedestrians outside were shiny, just like Santa Claus. This snow scene is so beautiful! It seems that we have been taking this math class for a long time. Looking at the watches, five minutes before the class is over, the students are already "armed to the teeth", wearing cotton-padded jackets, hats and gloves. It seems that every male student has these "armor" for snowball fights. After class, we forgot to do our homework and the whole class rushed downstairs. The most important thing is that the ground has not turned white, but the table tennis case and the "quilt" on the flower bed have been covered very thick. We are in no mood to visit the snow scene, and their quilts have been destroyed. Our soldiers are divided into two teams, ready to have a snowball fight. The artillery of each team were throwing snowballs, and then a fierce snowball fight began. Female students who have always been shy can't resist the temptation of the snow. After being "armed", they also came down in droves to form a female corps, and they also quarreled with our male classmates. Although it is very cold outside, the students' hearts are still warm. Soon, the snow stopped, and this beautiful snow scene was also destroyed by us. In class, the students are still reminiscing about the scene just now and looking forward to the second snow.

Winter is really beautiful.

Winter is like a shy woman, so it appears carefully in people's eyes. Who noticed that she was as light as a swallow, with light feet? Just like a girl knocking on Tao Yuanming's door in spring, naturally, although there is also a cold wind in her pocket in winter, it is winter. Leng Yan, which belongs to the beauty in winter, needs no warm memories, and it suddenly occurred to me that it was time to thicken the clothes. This idea has mostly warmed my memories of winter over the years, and it really has nothing to do with the temperature drop in winter. Maybe it's because I like winter, and I talked about winter in the north. It is a wind that cannot be ignored, such as untimely soaring. The dust on the ground is pulled high into the sky and twisted and rotated. Every roar of the wind is a long whistle of pride, wrapped in dryness, courage and courage, without any vain and melodramatic feeling. It has a spectacular wind tower, large and small gravel passing by, disdaining gray nose and eyes, disdaining the beating of dust. What we can appreciate most is the resistance brought by the raging wind, which explains the taste of "trekking". At this time, we have to admit that such a trek is also a kind of cordial feeling for the great power of nature and a different face from nature. Compared with the wind in the south, the wind colliding in the north is not a clever weapon in the hands of sculptors. In the plateau and sand dunes, in the landform evolution of flat land and gully, we try our best to show the magnificence of its strength. This kind of wind has touched the vast Gobi desert in the northwest, stepped on the loess plateau with thousands of valleys and valleys, visited the wind power station in Inner Mongolia, and kissed every rough and unrestrained northerner. In this magical land in the north, it exists like an elf. Therefore, the character of northerners is contaminated with its essence. Of course, the winter wind will also hit passers-by at will. It will also blow the cocoon-forming hand of the old lady with the head of a goose skin crane. However, all the old women and passers-by have no attributes of winter and curse it. Every winter, all the old ladies and passers-by can only say "this damn weather!" " As for snow, it is a specialty that promotes the romantic mood in northern winter. When a mass of white covers it, the whole world presents a kind of pure beauty, and it is a kind of mood to watch the snow fall and moisten. Snowflakes bloom silently in fields, cottages, streets and inns, decorating every piece of land. Refreshing, not dirty, not kitsch, such as the gradually rich white on the ground, quiet and serene, intuition is washed away. It seems that the old monk who participated in meditation combed his unkempt hair, fulfilling a life experience and enjoying a good mood. Many times, as soon as the snow lives, the sun rushes out. The branches are covered with snow and the eaves are dripping with water, which is absolutely unique. Knocking on the windowsill of the soul seems to be a pipa girl playing with her pipa in her arms, while the snow-admiring person is like a white-haired old man, shaking a cattail leaf fan, sitting in the shade with his eyes closed, listening to pipa music and sighing that time has fallen in his eyes. This snow scene has made people insatiable, and their ears are almost covered with snow. Tighter, tighter, you can hear insects singing and frogs jumping under the snow. Pick a small stone and gently throw it into Artemisia, flying around. A group of clever sparrows are chirping about the eternal beauty of winter life. The winter in the north is really good.

Winter is really beautiful.

"shout! Hoo! " Another cold wind blew past me, and I couldn't help shivering. Looking around, it's all wrapped in silver, and on the bare branches, a tenacious dead leaf is crumbling, but it's still struggling with the winter wind! Finally, it fell, like its companions, and fell to the ground.

In the snow, children roll, throw snowballs and make snowmen, and have fun! Pedestrians on the roadside appreciate the snow scene and can't help but admire: "Winter is really beautiful!"

Walking on the forest path, my childhood love and play with snow suddenly came to my mind: at that time, I was young and had a secret love for snow. Whenever it snows, I will play with my friends in the snow. I remember one year when it snowed heavily, my friends and I made a lot of "roller skates" out of cardboard boxes. We used these "skates" to slide around in the snow and had a good time.

"shout! Hoo! " Another cold wind woke me up from my memory. I was about to complain that the cold wind came too often when I suddenly found that the snow had stopped. Standing high, you can have a panoramic view of the white world of ice and snow, and breathe fresh air, and you will feel that winter is so beautiful. Looking around, there is snow everywhere on the roof, trees and roads.

Snow carves winter so beautifully and solemnly!

At this time, people on the roadside don't know who it is, and exclaim, "Winter is really beautiful!"

Reflections on Water (Wang Lu)

What fairy water.

Sometimes it gives birth to wings as transparent as gauze and dances lightly in the air; Sometimes it turns into pearls or white flowers falling from the sky; Sometimes it turns into foggy water vapor and floats in the sky under the caress of the sun ... just like an urchin repeating an interesting game, he enjoys it.

It is because of water that life can germinate, continue and evolve, and the earth becomes full of vitality. And it always looks at every life on the earth with loving eyes and is silent, so people invented an image word-tenderness like water.

The water is not always so calm.

When I was walking on the winding narrow road, a bright light attracted me It was a stream, like a naive girl, trotting down the hill lightly. The sun shines on its clothes, shining like gold. That kind of beauty makes people want to kiss. After being kissed by you, it jumped out of your fingers and ran forward with a smile. Behind him, shed a string of laughter like a silver bell.

Have you ever seen the sea in the moonlight? Have you ever seen those waves dyed bright by moonlight? I have witnessed the magnificence of the sea on a moonlit night. The raging waves roared and rushed to the rocky cliffs on the shore, even though their bodies were torn to pieces by sharp rocks with a loud noise. The waves behind will roar even more ... the water is so brave.

"Knock, knock, knock", one, two ... Water drops drop doggedly and rhythmically, and each drop echoes in the cave. I listened attentively, as if listening to an old legend. Going forward, I found a small hole where water drops fell. How amazing! I can't help but sigh: water is so patient!

Water, like a woman with a variety of amorous feelings, has ever-changing posture, and I am attracted by its charm; Water, like a learned philosopher, has a profound vision, and its wisdom impressed me.

I hope that the river of my life will never stop flowing, and the place where it flows is a bumper harvest place for picking the fruits of dreams. Perhaps in the vast sea of people, I am a negligible drop of water, but I hope I can reflect the brilliance of the sun!