Write a composition in the winter morning.

1. Winter morning composition Winter morning is beautiful, please see if you don't believe it-

Every morning when I open the door and go out, the biting cold wind comes at me from time to time. Occasionally, naughty little snowflakes fall like dancing. Hexagonal snowflakes are varied: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like pieces of paper ... they are beautiful. Fall to the ground, as if to spread a thick blanket on the ground; Falling on a tree, like wearing silver; It landed in the car like a fresh cream cake. This beautiful snow scene makes people immerse themselves in fresh air. Everything is wrapped in silver and beautiful.

However, what makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the window, some of which are like forests and full of mystery; Some are like streams, as if flowing quietly; Some are like Santa Claus, as if to give gifts to people ... Miss Winter is really ingenious!

The club is crowded and very lively. People are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, like cotton bags. They do morning exercises with beautiful music.

There is a thick layer of ice on the artificial lake, and some naughty little students are frolicking on the lake, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time. …

It is very cold in winter. To tell the truth, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I have a strange feeling. Ah, I love winter, because, in winter, "the wind knows the grass", I love its character.

2. Composition Winter Morning Winter Morning Today, I suddenly found that the winter morning is different.

Winter gives people the feeling of snow, ice, frost and fog, giving people a hazy and cold beauty. I don't like that weather, because it will make me doubly depressed. I am a pessimist.

On a rare sunny morning, the sun hangs at the junction of Tianshan Mountain, but it is not fiery red, nor is it big enough to map the sky. It is as big as a cake, and only the surrounding clouds are dyed reddish. Reflected in the quiet Qiuxi River, it looks so smart.

It is said that the sun is the mildest in the morning, which is a lie. Legend has it that the sun is shy and afraid of others looking at her, so he always treats those lecherous people with gold needles.

I couldn't help but want to sneak a look at her, but just once, she stabbed me so hard that I could only see something blue and purple. The river is shrouded in a faint fog, not the high-concentration fog in the mythical Tiangong, which is too exaggerated; It's not the mist that filled the sky in the past, but the mist that hasn't subsided at night.

With the flow of air, it began to walk, but at the cost of life. Through the faint mist, we can clearly see the scenes on the shore and in the air: trees with clean leaves, green grass, red sun, blue sky, white clouds, and a glimpse of flying cranes ... there was no wind this morning, even if there were no traces.

There are birds chirping, very clear. The quiet river gently raised my eyes. I couldn't help but want to touch them, but I was afraid to wake them up, and I didn't want her to wake up.

The dead leaf entangled in spider webs seems to be moving. Oh, there is a small microwave on the river, and Xiaofeng has come to do morning exercises. The river woke up, the water mist trotted away, the grass rose, the birds sang more happily, and their arms practiced from time to time. The sun also washed his face and set off, and the cloud followed suit as a flower protector. Very active this morning. Winter morning, different weather, beautiful figure.

3. Composition "Winter Morning" The winter morning is beautiful. Please read it if you don't believe it-every morning when I open the door and go out, the biting cold wind comes at me from time to time.

Occasionally, naughty little snowflakes fall like dancing. Hexagonal snowflakes are varied: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like pieces of paper ... they are beautiful.

Fall to the ground, as if to spread a thick blanket on the ground; Falling on a tree, like wearing silver; It landed in the car like a fresh cream cake. This beautiful snow scene makes people immerse themselves in fresh air.

Everything is wrapped in silver and beautiful. However, what makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the window, some of which are like forests and full of mystery; Some are like streams, as if flowing quietly; Some are like Santa Claus, as if to give gifts to people ... Miss Winter is really ingenious! The club is crowded and very lively.

People are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, like cotton bags. They do morning exercises with beautiful music.

There is a thick layer of ice on the artificial lake, and some naughty little students are frolicking on the lake, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time. ... in winter, the weather is very cold.

To tell the truth, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I have a strange feeling. Ah, I love winter, because, in winter, "the wind knows the grass", I love its character.

The composition "Winter Morning" was written in the early hours of the morning. I was walking in the street and felt very cold.

The day before yesterday, the city ordered all kinds of advertisements and leaflets. Posted in any corner should be cleaned up. To this end, all the cleaners in the city have been dispatched and started to clean this beautiful city comprehensively.

I watched snowflakes flying all over the sky and a bunch of busy cleaners.

Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite, and an old woman cleaner was tearing them carefully. Those papers seem difficult to tear. The cleaning lady brushes them with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tears them with her hands.

I think her hands must be cold, but she is not afraid of cold, and there is a fire in her heart. She was very serious and cleaned several sheets of paper in succession. She went to another house. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified. I saw her body getting closer to the wall again. Then I saw her shake her head slightly.

What happened? What happened? I want to know.

I saw that she looked intently for a while, and then slowly left the paper without cleaning it. Why not clear it? Did she forget the city rules? A series of questions came to my mind.

Well, then, I think I'll take a look. I was just about to start when I saw another thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. Her behavior is exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: raising her right hand and freezing in the air; Shake your head slightly; Keep your eyes on it for a while and leave slowly.

I was more puzzled and decided to have a look. Cross the road and come to the front of that wall. What caught my attention was the search for you. It says: Zhao Jie, female, 14 years old. ...

I finally understood everything after the doubts were solved. Snowflakes are still flying like goose feathers, but I no longer feel cold. ...

5. Winter morning composition] Winter morning likes to cover up his melancholy with indifference, and stubbornly pities his shrinking body like my vigil. When the soft light falls on the wet slate road along the dilapidated house wall, the fallen leaves stained with dew smile and twinkle.

The young man shouted in the fog, carried a heavy burden through the empty lane, awakened the children who dreamed of flowers in the attic, rubbed their eyes with a pair of small hands, leaned against the window lattice and looked around. The rising sun reflected the frozen face, woke up early and stood in front of the mirror, carefully wiping the eyes mixed with foreign objects and seeing their faces clearly. The fog that has not dispersed outside the window, the dripping eaves and begonia set off the confusion of morning habits.

The leaves in the garden look a little tired, because they are sticky and seem to remind you of someone's face or a poem that is so gentle that you feel sad ... I dare not stand for too long, so I turned my head, soaked my face in the basin, diluted my tears in the water, and let the biting cold wash away my uneasy heart.

The sun finally climbed up the deserted wall, and slender fingers began to beat the windows of the old house. The alley is as red as a little boy's face. It's time to shave off your beard and put on a neat suit. Don't let the morning light make fun of my messy bedroom.

6. A sixth-grade composition entitled "Winter Morning". Please refer to. The winter morning is not as fresh as the spring morning. Nor is it as bright as summer; Not as refreshing as autumn; It just makes people cold. In the winter morning, Grandpa Sun seems to be afraid of the cold, hiding under the covers and afraid to come out. It didn't rise in the east until eight o'clock. In the winter morning, when I open my mouth, the white air rises into the sky. Sometimes, the sky is white everywhere, and people can't see anything when they walk in it, just like in a fairyland. Our hair is white, like an old man. What's going on here? It turned out that the water vapor in the air condensed to form fog. The morning in winter is really different from the morning in other seasons. Sister Qiu left, followed by a biting winter. Winter comes to this world at a faster speed. Winter has come, animals hibernate, birds and insects sing like magic, and disappear in the blink of an eye. The little squirrel is preparing food for the winter and waiting for the arrival of winter in the treetops. Ants are still busy dragging food to the hole step by step. I get up with a strong crow in the morning. I saw a layer of white winter frost on the trees outside the window, and the earth was unusually quiet, as if everything was asleep after taking sleeping pills. I opened the door, and a chill came over my face, which made me shudder. Walking in the street, I saw a Chimonanthus praecox quietly blooming in someone else's yard. The closer smell will make you indulge in its arms. The pines and cypresses on both sides of the street are still green and indomitable, standing on both sides like strong soldiers. What happened to people? Some of them are wearing cotton-padded jackets, some are wearing gloves, masks and some are wearing scarves. What about those who are not wearing cotton-padded jackets? They shrugged their shoulders and shrank their heads, hoping to get into their clothes like turtles. A gust of wind blew, and people became colder. This wind is not a soft spring wind, nor a cool autumn wind, but a biting cold wind. Although the wind is biting, some people still work meticulously at their posts. Look, the traffic police in police uniforms are directing the traffic in an orderly way, allowing passing cars and pedestrians to go their own way. There are also uncles and aunts such as cleaners and postmen who braved the cold to serve people, almost throwing the cold out of the clouds. Looking at their backs, I am in awe. In winter, people often leave beautiful memories, so that these beautiful memories will remain in people's hearts forever. This is a test! I like winter mornings! I love those who serve people silently in the cold of winter! Winter in Beijing has short days and long nights. As I am used to summer, I often forget the time to get up. I pushed open the door, and the biting cold wind blew on my face. The street lamps around me are dark and pale. Looking up, the moon still left a shadow. It is often foggy in winter in Beijing. I can't see anything 20 meters away from the fog, and my heart is stuffy. I can hardly see it on the path. Every morning when I pass by there, I can always see a cleaner wearing a mask, copying a broom and sweeping the sidewalk over and over again. Some leaves on the ground are dead, and some are green. When the weather is warm, crows croak in the trees occasionally, some magpies jump around on the ground, and sparrows feed on the ground. In cold weather, birds seldom come out except foraging. Slowly, the sun rose and it was dawn.

7. Winter Morning, Composition 200 Winter morning, the world seems to be covered with a veil, and distant mountains and villages are looming in the fog, just like the fairyland mentioned in The Journey to the West.

The grass by the roadside, the wheat seedlings in the field and the vegetable leaves are all covered with dew, which shines in the sun like dew everywhere. It is as big as a pond, and the rising heat floats on the surface, which makes you enter a mysterious realm.

The leaves in front of and behind the house are gone, and the bare branches are covered with frost, which breaks through the cold night first and brings spring to everyone. Gently carrying the thick fog adds a touch of sharp color to the cold morning.

The cleaners waved brooms and concentrated on cleaning the road despite the cold. They are real environmental beauticians, holding huge brushes and depicting a good working environment and a clean and hygienic environment for people.

Pupils came skipping from the morning fog with their schoolbags on their backs, singing sweet songs. The campus that had slept all night quickly recovered its vitality yesterday. The weather-beaten flowers will bloom more brilliantly.

Although the winter morning is confused, after all, she broke through the darkness of the cold night and brought dawn to everyone; Although the winter morning is very cold, she is full of vitality. As soon as the vernal equinox blows, she brings beauty to the world.

8. Help to write a short article with more than 100 words, entitled "Winter Morning", which is about scenery, and another one is Hello! Here are two articles-stopping on campus, a touch of morning light and a hazy night scattered on the earth.

The sunshine in winter makes the whole city start another noisy day. I walked carefully through the peace with my schoolbag on my back.

I hurried through the green space and walked into the dining hall. I didn't have time to look at the sky below, whether there were faint clouds and whether there were yesterday's dreams. The only feeling is the warmth of the sun.

Truth, in this materialistic age, is a luxury word. Memories appear intermittently, leaving a picture of life struggling with reality.

In the rolling world of mortals, it will be the true meaning of my life to find the strings of a thousand-year-old guqin and discover the true and beautiful existence. Life in reality is like calculus in mathematics. Every story is the beginning of the next draft paper. If you do the math yourself, nothing abnormal will pass.

However, it is always unconsciously repeated verification and the pursuit of perfection. Whether it is sunrise or sunset, we are looking for its back and watching its footprints.

The days of pursuing perfection are bitter, but the flame of life is beating. Milan Kundera wrote in The Unbearable Lightness of Life, "The heavy burden has also become the most powerful image.

The heavier the burden, the closer our life is to the earth and the more real it is. "Those who are busy in life are often laughed at by others, thinking that they don't know how to enjoy the beauty of life.

In fact, when a person's burden is completely removed, it will become lighter than air, and it will be divorced from reality and reality, becoming a dazzling and distorted decoration. A lack of moon becomes a full moon, nothingness becomes innocence, and everything becomes sunshine.

That night, I really hoped to repeat yesterday's story instead of chasing dreams at midnight. I'm not fishing alone when hateful laughter is jumping on the frozen river.

Dreams are not broken because there is winter sunshine. Everything. Why? As someone said, I came to this world to see the sunshine! Winter morning is beautiful in winter morning. Please see if you don't believe me-every morning when I open the door and go out, the biting cold wind blows and comes at me from time to time.

Occasionally, naughty little snowflakes fall like dancing. Hexagonal snowflakes are varied: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like pieces of paper ... they are beautiful.

Fall to the ground, as if to spread a thick blanket on the ground; Falling on a tree, like wearing silver; It landed in the car like a fresh cream cake. This beautiful snow scene makes people immerse themselves in fresh air.

Everything is wrapped in silver and beautiful. However, what makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the window, some of which are like forests and full of mystery; Some are like streams, as if flowing quietly; Some are like Santa Claus, as if to give gifts to people ... Miss Winter is really ingenious! The club is crowded and very lively.

People are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, like cotton bags. They do morning exercises with beautiful music.

There is a thick layer of ice on the artificial lake, and some naughty little students are frolicking on the lake, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time. ... in winter, the weather is very cold.

To tell the truth, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I have a strange feeling. Ah, I love winter, because, in winter, "the wind knows the grass", I love its character.

9. An essay "Winter Morning", the longer the better. Don't talk nonsense The morning in winter is beautiful. If you don't believe me, please read it-every morning when I open the door, the biting cold wind blows and comes at me from time to time. Besides, occasionally naughty little snowflakes fall like dancing. There are all kinds of hexagonal snowflakes: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like. Falling on a tree, like wearing silver; It fell in the car like a freshly baked cream cake. This beautiful snow scene makes people immerse themselves in the fresh air. It is beautiful everywhere. However, what makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the window, and some are like forests, full of mystery. Some are like streams, as if flowing quietly; Some are like Santa Claus, as if giving gifts to people ... Miss Winter is really ingenious! In the club, there was a sea of people and great excitement. People are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, like cotton bags. They do morning exercises with beautiful music. There is a thick layer of ice on the artificial lake, some naughty little students are frolicking on the lake, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time ... In winter, the weather is very cold. To be honest, I don't want it to come, but