Write a composition in winter in my hometown.

1. Winter composition in my hometown I am from the northeast. When I first came to Nanjing, I didn't like winter in the south.

I always feel that winter without my hometown is interesting. If this winter is in the north, it will be unique.

Speaking of winter in my hometown, I can't help but mention ice and snow. The snow and ice gave us a special sense of satisfaction-yes, can this be called a winter without snow? When the snow elves come, they fly all over the sky like feathers, falling on trees, houses, vegetable fields, rivers and even the hearts of every northeast person: another winter is coming! Less than a meal.

There is a floor on the ground. At this time, the children will shout, rush out of the house and jump and run in the snow, as if this beautiful winter belongs to us children.

When I was a child, I always made a snowman and had snowball fights with my friends. At that time, I was weak, and a day was still a pile of snow, but we would still play in the snow for a day. Gradually grow up, sometimes I will sit quietly on the windowsill, silently watching the snowflakes fall, watching the snowflakes slowly decorate the mountains and rivers into silver; Sometimes I will go out of the house, look up and feel the cool feeling of snowflakes falling on my face, reach out my hands to pick up the glittering snowflakes and watch them slowly melt in my palm.

The snow in my hometown is delicious! Speaking of winter in my hometown, I can't help but mention sauerkraut pork soup. Take sauerkraut, make some fat pork (we don't want lean meat, we don't eat fat meat, we just borrow flavor), put a little seasoning, and a pot of the most distinctive dishes in the north will be ready.

If once upon a time, it was a family sitting around the kang and drinking steaming and delicious sauerkraut soup, it would be comfortable. If we are in our hometown now, I think our family must be sitting in a warm room this winter, eating the sauerkraut soup made by our mother, looking at the beautiful snow scene outside the window and talking about our favorite topics! But in this southern winter, there is no snow, no sauerkraut soup, and there is no heating in the house. I sit in the house shivering.

Thinking of this, I miss my hometown more, and miss the winter that lingers in my heart! My hometown is a small city, but being small also has its advantages, especially in winter. Winter in my hometown is very cold.

Every time I go out, my parents always protect me. You can catch your breath after rushing through the encirclement.

You can still see it. Throughout the winter, the northwest wind blows almost every day, and staying indoors sounds like a wolf howling, which is frightening.

This winter, I really answered that sentence: dripping into ice, breathing into frost. There is snow in winter, and there is certainly no shortage of winter in my hometown.

It snowed all day, and every piece was about the size of a goose feather. There are always piles of snow on the ground, which looks like a continuous mountain standing on the side of the road.

But this did not affect the children's play, on the contrary, it saved their energy and time, and they all made snowmen happily. See further, ho! This mountain, this water, this tree, and this house all seem to have put on a set of silvery white suits, each of which is shining with colorful light.

With this snow decoration, even if it is cold, it is worth the money, which makes people feel less cold. Hardly had it snowed heavily when the ice on the ground began to freeze.

The snow on the ground, coupled with the "crazy blowing" of the northwest wind, has a thick layer of ice everywhere on the ground and on the road, and a string of "ice valves" have been hung on the four corners of the house. Early in the morning, someone got out of bed and began to carve ice tinklingly, but it was also good exercise.

In fact, you don't have to pay attention to them. They are symbols of winter. Isn't it good to see a few strings of "silver lights" hanging on the eaves of every household in the distance? Aren't a few "snow lotus" beautiful, too? The trees after the snow are covered with a thick layer of armor.

Waving sharp swords, all stood in the "barracks" and stood by to charge. This is the unique beauty of my hometown in winter.

This is winter in my hometown. Winter is an angel sent by nature, putting an end to a tense year. Winter is the master of wheat seedlings, cover them with quilts; Winter is the natural enemy of all pests, which makes them wander around.

My hometown is Luoyang. Although it snows in winter, it is not cold. Although the wind is strong, it is not biting. It is really a treasure. It snows especially in winter in my hometown.

This flying snowflake, like jade chips, like feathers, like petals, falls quietly. Dancing in a cloudy sky.

People like it at first sight. They are as clean as jade, as white as silver, as light as fog and as soft as wicker.

They are so pure, pure and crystal clear; They are so quiet, so quiet. Every snowflake is a melodious, melodious and fresh music; It's all a lively, harmonious and vivid poem.

Let your heart get drunk. The winter wind in my hometown is soft.

As soon as I opened the window in the morning, the cool wind came in and made me sleepy. When you open your arms and let this loving angel touch you again, you have forgotten everything. When you wake up, the invisible guest has disappeared without a trace.

But there is still that fresh breath in the room. In winter in my hometown, people can't feel the biting cold, but the river has been frozen for three feet.

People play freely on it. Look! Those naughty boys jumped up and down on the ice, stumbled and stumbled for a while, but they still laughed childish.

Adults gather around a place to talk about things. Occasionally, I will see couples dancing hand in hand on the ice ... This silvery white world is really beautiful.

This is winter in my hometown. In my hometown, in winter, all the leaves are gone, leaving only bare branches stretching straight into the dusty sky.

The grass withered and fell to the ground, looking as if it were dead. The air is cold and dry, and the sun is high. It has long lost its power in summer, and sometimes it can't even feel its temperature.

There are few birds, but one morning I was awakened by the sound of birds pecking at the window lattice. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to find it was snowing. Birds landed on the windowsill, pecking around habitually, trying to find something to eat, but unexpectedly woke me up and showed me the city in the sleeping snow. It's winter in my hometown. Fallen leaves and hay used to make me depressed, the snow cursed me, and bloated clothes bored me.

When I am at home, I never feel winter.

2. The composition of "Winter in My Hometown" in autumn has gone away in a blink of an eye; In winter, then close.

The wind is blowing gently, stepping on this invisible bridge in winter, stepping empty one step at a time. Hoo, hoo, the wind is coming, and the grass is covered with dark yellow cotton-padded clothes and hidden in the soil; Hoo, hoo, the wind is coming, and the tree shakes off its yellow leaves and reveals itself; Hoo, hoo, the wind is coming, and birds fly to the warm south; Hoo, hoo, the wind is coming. People put on coats and trousers.

Rain, I don't know when, drifted gently through the air with laughter. Drop by drop, the rain falls on the grass, and the grass happily accumulates nutrients; Drip, drip, rain falls on the tree, and the tree happily lets the rain drench the dust and sorrow on its body; Didi, the rain falls on the birds, and the accompanying birds fly stronger in the drizzle; Didi, Didi, rain fell on people, cold and cold, and people's mood calmed down.

The intermittent rain stopped, and the long-lost sunshine shone on the grass, trees, birds and people. The weather is very warm, and everyone's face is full of bright smiles. Winter is not the end of a life and a year, but the beginning of a new life and a new life.

You want to ask me which winter is the most beautiful? I can proudly tell you that my hometown is the most beautiful in winter. I like winter in my hometown.

When winter comes, snowflakes fall in succession, and the earth turns white for a while. Splendid mountains and rivers become a powder jade world, and they creak when stepping on them. Snow left a trail of footprints. Look! A group of children are playing there, having snowball fights, making snowmen and throwing snowballs. The shouts of joy shook the snow. The deciduous willow trees are covered with shiny and furry silver bars. Evergreen pines and cypresses in winter and summer are full of fluffy and heavy snow masses. Occasionally, with a creak, the dead branches of trees are crushed. Grandpa Feng blew up the fallen snow dolls and told them not to be so naughty. Snow doll won't listen. They kept flying and playing. At this time, a beam of sunshine shines on the snow doll, ha! Father Sun came out. After a while, the earth opened her sleepy eyes and smiled happily when she saw that her body was so white. In winter, not only the earth likes it, but also people in my hometown like it more. They built snow sculpture, carved ice sculptures, carved colorful life and happy feelings ... not only the snow is unique to my hometown in winter. Listen, although it's so cold in winter, there are constant shouts in the market. ...

Winter is a happy season. I love winter, and I love winter in my hometown.

Winter in my hometown is beautiful, winter in my hometown is very cold, and winter in my hometown is endless.

In that big cloud, there are shiny little snowflakes. Snowflakes floated to the hillside, covered the hillside with comfortable quilts, floated to the roof, covered the roof with thick cotton-padded clothes, floated to the earth, and covered the earth with beautiful silver.

In the snowy environment, the children are making snowmen, having snowball fights, having snowball fights in the snow, and having a good time.

Next to the snow, there is a garden in which chrysanthemums have been covered with snow and ice. There is also a cedar in the flower bed, standing proudly, facing the biting cold wind. Cedar is covered with ice strips, like silver chrysanthemums, crystal clear. The sun came out, and the sun shone on the ice bars, reflecting dazzling light, which was beautiful.

At this time, I was intoxicated by the charming snow in my hometown.

I love you-winter in my hometown!

My hometown is Deyang, Sichuan. Winter in my hometown is not as cold as in the north, and there is no goose feather and heavy snow.

In the morning, I opened the curtains and saw nothing. Ah, the fog is so white and pure!

I carry my schoolbag on my back and walk on my way to school. It's quiet around, but I'm glad to hear the whining of cars and people crying, but I can't see it. Dew-covered vegetation on the roadside looms in the fog, as if it were competing with the fog.

By ten o'clock in the morning, the fog had gradually dispersed. The sun jumped out of the clouds, but it was not dazzling at all. Later, the sun rose, emitting thousands of rays. The light shines on the dew-covered vegetation, making the vegetation "sparkling".

At night, there is no one in the street, and lakes, parks and streets become quieter. Occasionally a gust of wind blows, making the willows sway their branches. At this time, the light on the edge of Jinghu Lake gave off a faint light and reflected on Jinghu Lake, which became more quiet. The whole Deyang is sleepy again.

Winter in my hometown is quiet and beautiful.

I'm from the northeast. When I first came to Nanjing, I didn't like winter in the south. I always feel that winter without my hometown is interesting.

If this winter is in the north, it will be unique.

Speaking of winter in my hometown, I can't help but mention ice and snow. The snow and ice gave us a special sense of satisfaction-yes, can this be called a winter without snow? When the snow elves come, they fly all over the sky like feathers, falling on trees, houses, vegetable fields, rivers and even the hearts of every northeast person: another winter is coming! Less than a meal. There is a floor on the ground. At this time, the children will shout, rush out of the house and jump and run in the snow, as if this beautiful winter belongs to us children. When I was a child, I always made a snowman and had snowball fights with my friends. At that time, I was weak, and a day was still a pile of snow, but we would still play in the snow for a day. Gradually grow up, sometimes I will sit quietly on the windowsill, silently watching the snowflakes fall, watching the snowflakes slowly decorate the mountains and rivers into silver; Sometimes I will go out of the house, look up and feel the cool feeling of snowflakes falling on my face, reach out my hands to pick up the glittering snowflakes and watch them slowly melt in my palm. The snow in my hometown is delicious!

Speaking of winter in my hometown, I can't help but mention sauerkraut pork soup. Take sauerkraut, make some fat pork (we don't want lean meat, we don't eat fat meat, we just borrow flavor), put a little seasoning, and a pot of the most distinctive dishes in the north will be ready. If once upon a time, it was a family sitting around the kang and drinking steaming and delicious sauerkraut soup, it would be comfortable. If we are in our hometown now, I think our family must be sitting in a warm room this winter, eating the sauerkraut soup made by our mother, looking at the beautiful snow scene outside the window and talking about our favorite topics!

But in this southern winter, there is no snow, no sauerkraut soup, and there is no heating in the house. I sit in the house shivering.

Thinking of this, I miss my hometown more, and miss the winter that lingers in my heart!

Winter in my hometown 600-word composition Winter in my hometown is beautiful, winter in my hometown is very cold, and winter in my hometown is endless.

In my hometown, when winter comes, snow is our frequent visitor.

The cold winter came to the world with staggering steps, which opened another vivid picture for people: the goose feather and snow were magnificent, the wind stopped and the snow fell behind, the silver trees stood proudly, the jade palace rose from the ground, dazzling light spots were everywhere, dazzling silver scissors were everywhere, and the streets seemed to be made of silver, so bright; The long icicles hang in front of the eaves like crystal daggers, and people seem to live between Qionglou Yuyu. There are no seven colors, and there is snow everywhere. The beautiful picture of "blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" is white everywhere. Silver chickens lurk here, and cranes are invisible. People only have one feeling: white, white, white! This pure white makes people's feelings boil, the soul is purified, and the reason is sublimated ... So everyone becomes flawless and perfectly melts into the white Miri, Malaysia.

In that big cloud, there are shiny little snowflakes. Snowflakes floated to the hillside, covered the hillside with comfortable quilts, floated to the roof, covered the roof with thick cotton-padded clothes, floated to the earth, and covered the earth with beautiful silver.

Snow girl brought all kinds of gifts. She generously gave the coat to the roof, distributed the white scarf to the branches and put the white hat on the straw pile. What gift should I give to the street? Snow girl has long thought about it. She wants to spread a pure white blanket on the floor. Where are the children? It's time to give them some presents! Snow girl thought about it and finally gave her laughter to the children. So, at this moment, children are running, making noise, playing … having snowball fights, making snowballs, making snowmen, skiing cars … The earth is full of songs and laughter.

Next to the snow, there is a garden in which chrysanthemums have been covered with snow and ice. There is also a cedar in the flower bed, standing proudly, facing the biting cold wind. Cedar is covered with ice strips, like silver chrysanthemums, crystal clear. The sun came out, and the sun shone on the ice bars, reflecting dazzling light, which was beautiful.

At this time, I was intoxicated by the charming snow in my hometown.

Ah! How beautiful winter is in my hometown!

I love you-winter in my hometown

Write a short essay of not less than 400 words about the winter in my hometown. The biting cold wind blew away the joy of people's harvest, and the heavy snow covered all the noise and sunny mood. In the cold wind, the topic of "hate winter" spread all over the city with the wind as the carrier, and also reached my ears in winter. But winter is not sad, she is still so calm and natural. She knows that as time goes by, her children will go home soon in spring.

Winter in the story is like a behind-the-scenes worker in real life, or a person who plays a "villain" on the stage. They are willing to suffer. As long as the performance goes well, they will think that sweat is dew; No matter how the director demonizes the negative characters, he thinks it is his responsibility to successfully contrast the positive characters. After the scenery, people often remember which actor performed well on the stage, but who can tell the master plan of the party; At the end of the film, people talked about the touching scene of the hero saving the United States, but who would care that the "bad guy" was injured many times because of filming "Beaten"

It is true that the focus of the party is the performance of real stars, and the selling point of the film is really the hero's character. After watching and laughing, don't forget to bring a little behind-the-scenes team. Only in this way, those "winters" will be very moved.

If winter comes, can spring be far behind? The philosophy contained in simple words has inspired generation after generation, but I always feel that this is a bit unfair to winter, giving people the feeling that they are advising you: stay up for another two days! Think of the flowers in spring, this damn winter is not so hard!

But do you know that sowing in spring will be smooth without heavy snow? If there is no ice in winter, will the soil be wet in spring? Without the tempering of severe winter, will the footsteps of Miss Chun be so healthy and firm? It is true that winter is the mother of spring. Therefore, I want to pirate an old man Shelley's sentence: Without the arrival of winter, there will be no beautiful approach of spring. Winter is a great mother.

Spring is gorgeous, summer is passionate and autumn is full. Most people want to be as pure, sunny and steady as they are. But I like winter, not that I pretend to be different, not that I pretend to have personality. I really love the coolness, selflessness and tolerance in winter. From my personality orientation, I will probably be a behind-the-scenes person in the future, and I like it as much as I like winter. I will try my best, although I am not beautiful; I will work hard, although I am not dazzling. Because I think:

Being a "winter" is more attractive.

6. Write a 600-word essay about winter in Yuxi with the winter in my hometown. I'm from the northeast. When I first came to Nanjing, I didn't like winter in the south. I always feel that winter is not as delicious as my hometown. If it is in the north, it is unique. Speaking of winter in my hometown, I can't help but mention ice and snow. Ice and snow give us a special sense of satisfaction. When the snow elves come, they fly all over the sky like feathers, falling on trees, houses, vegetable fields, rivers and even the hearts of every northeast person: another winter is coming! In less than a meal, a layer was accumulated on the ground. At this time, children will rush out of the house and jump around in the snow, as if this beautiful winter belongs to us children. When I was young, I always made a snowman and had snowball fights with my friends. At that time, I was weak. Even if it snowed all day, we would still play in the snow all day. When I grow up, I sometimes sit quietly on the windowsill. Sometimes I walk out of my house and look up to feel the cool feeling of snowflakes falling on my face. I reached out my hands to pick up the sparkling snowflakes and watched them slowly melt in my palm. The snow in my hometown is delicious! Speaking of winter in my hometown, I can't help but mention sauerkraut pork soup. Let's get some sauerkraut, make some fat pork (we don't want lean meat, we don't eat fat meat, we just borrow the taste), put some seasoning, and a pot of the most distinctive dishes in the north will be ready. If it used to be, it was just a family sitting around a heated kang, drinking steaming and delicious sauerkraut soup, which was just comfortable. If you are in your hometown now, you will be comfortable. But in this southern winter, there is no snow, and there is no sauerkraut soup. Besides, there is no heating at home, so I sit in the house shivering. I miss my hometown more, where there is winter that haunts me.

7. Write a composition about winter in my hometown When it comes to winter in my hometown, we naturally associate it with the depressed scenery, withered trees and withered grass, as if winter were ruthless. However, today I want to shout for winter and praise the noble style of my hometown in winter.

Winter-a sacred symbol. When the old man steps into winter, the whole hometown is pure and crystal ice and snow. You see, the trees are blooming like magnolia, five of them are painted with white paint, and the road is sprinkled like a bright moon. Continuous "catkins" wander in the air, and sweet "sugar" falls from the sky. Ah, the whole hometown seems to have entered the ice age, and the whole heart seems to be immersed in crystal. Yes! If there is no winter, how can there be such a beautiful sentence as "like a strong wind in spring, blowing at night and blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"?

Winter-a conscientious and meticulous nanny, she holds the green seedlings in her arms in one hand-snow, which gives people warmth and care. The seedlings are dancing happily under the quilt, thanking the quilts given to them in winter, and preparing to repay the winter with golden rice next autumn. At this time, the farmer's uncle in his hometown saw him, grinning happily, and said, "This winter, the seedlings will be covered with three quilts, and next year, I will sleep with steamed bread on my pillow." In winter, he kills all the pests with his other hand, the wind, and is not allowed to invade the seedlings. Hey, Dong, you are really a good nanny who is warm to her friends and cruel and responsible to her enemies.

Winter-a song. You put your hometown in a music box, and you said happily, "Don't worry, it's a music world." Really, winter in my hometown is really a world of music. Listen, there is the rain of "Lala", the laughter of hometown people, the wind of "swish" and the sound of water, which constitutes a winter hymn.

In winter, I praise your noble character, and I admire your innocence. I miss you and look forward to you, just like I treat every season. I miss you. I hope you, no matter what the secular prejudice is. Winter-one of the four seasons, come on! Come to your hometown!

I want to shout for you: "Love winter!" I want to open Ci Hai and write a new note for you with green seedlings and petals on branches ... "

Please write an 800-word composition on the topic of winter in my hometown. It gets dark earlier and earlier. The wind, gradually some coolness. I know, winter is coming. She doesn't breed hope in butterflies like spring, nor is she full of enthusiasm in tension and brevity like summer, nor does she enjoy beautiful dreams among fallen leaves like autumn. But my favorite season-winter, in the crystal snow, quietly accumulate strength and breed vitality.

Winter in my hometown has a brilliant golden color. The vegetation that has been green for a summer, after an autumn wind in first frost, has shown a golden color, strong wind, slight cold and scattered leaves, which looks so spontaneous and comfortable. A few yellow leaves are still stubbornly hanging on the branches, shaking their unyielding bodies in the cold wind.

Winter in my hometown is crystal white. Snow, of course, is the protagonist of winter. Winter girl was dressed in gold yesterday, but today she changed into a scene of powder makeup and jade. You see: snowflakes all over the sky, like countless white and lovely elves, fall from the sky and are carefree. They danced in the sky, how white and soft, like jade and fog, and soon the ground was covered with a silver carpet. As the poem says, "Like the spring wind, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees." The earth is wrapped in white and enchanting, which makes people linger and revel in it.

This is a lively scene: young people strolling and playing in the snow. Winter can't hide their vitality and enthusiasm, they enjoy the unique charm of winter. Children make snowmen and have snowball fights in the snow, enjoying the joy brought by winter, and the hearty laughter floats to every corner of the city with falling snowflakes. Tell people: winter is coming!

I also walked out of the house and walked in the quiet snow. I saw this crystal-clear and white world, heard the sound of snow falling from the treetops, smelled a dreamy freshness, and a snowflake flew into my mouth, cool and sweet, which made me relaxed and happy. I greedily enjoy it with open arms, enjoying this holy and quiet atmosphere.

In winter in my hometown, there is no biting cold, some are cool and dreamy, and in winter in my hometown, there is no cold wind, and some are cool, soft and fresh.

I like the winter in my hometown and the crystal clear season!

9. Winter in my hometown My hometown is beautiful all year round, but what I can't forget most is the winter in my hometown.

In winter in my hometown, I seldom meet snowy days. Every snowy day, Bai Xue, like a makeup artist, puts on a white coat for her hometown, dotted with many shining ice crystals, which makes all pedestrians linger.

In the quiet snow, there will be bursts of laughter from time to time-that's when children are making snowmen and having snowball fights. I remember when I went to my hometown for a holiday when I was a child, it snowed. As soon as I arrived at my grandmother's house, I went outdoors with my friends in full gear.

In the laughter, we made a snowman and had a snowball fight, and our faces were filled with happy smiles. Winter in my hometown is far more than that.

The big banyan trees on both sides of the path look very tall and straight in the snow, guarding the village like sentries, making the beauty of hometown more interesting. Winter in my hometown is full of charm, and the fields covered with heavy snow are particularly quiet. Chels covered the crops with a fluffy coat, which made the pests unable to start, and gave birth to hope for the next spring.

The snow in my hometown always has a strong smell, which is very unpleasant in the city. It is full of the strong call of my hometown and the affectionate eyes of my hometown, which makes me full of yearning for my hometown.

Last winter vacation, I returned to my hometown. A once-in-a-century heavy snow suddenly came. Although the road is difficult, it doesn't stop me from returning to my hometown. To my surprise, my hometown was not swallowed up by the heavy snow, but it was the same as the snowy days in the past.

The snow in my hometown is falling gently, and the strong charm melts the heavy snow in winter, paving a way for me to return home. I am full of endless yearning for the winter in my hometown and endless concern for the snow in my hometown.

The picturesque snow in my hometown is full of reverie. The snow in my hometown is a hymn, which embodies the beauty of winter. The call of my hometown is my yearning for my hometown. I love winter, and I love winter in my hometown more. It brought me into a fairy-tale pure world and filled me with longing for my hometown.

The beauty of hometown is picturesque. . .