Snow diary 3rd grade 300 words, urgent! Urgent! Urgent!

The snow scene is beautiful. "It's snowing! "The children reported the snow as good news.

Adults can't help but put down their work and go to the window to see the snow, a gift of nature. Especially in the south, the snow scene is difficult to ingest, and many families seize the opportunity of the snow to take a family carnival in the snow regardless of the cold and freezing, leaving a snow scene as a souvenir. The children were busy building snowmen, pinching snowballs, and having snowball fights.

It can be seen that many people love snow. Compared to the sadness of people when they encounter torrential rains, continuous rain, strong winds, and blazing sun, the snow scene is joyful. It is precisely because of this that there are many Yongxue poems by literati and writers in the past dynasties.

Jin Xie Daoyun once wrote in "Yongxue Couplet": "The difference between sprinkling salt and air can be imitated, but it is not as good as the catkins rising because of the wind." "Comparing snow to salt in the air, or like the wind blowing catkins all over the ground.

In the poem "Snow in the Garden" between Tang and Song, it is said: "I don't know that the court hail (xi4n) is falling today, and it is suspected that the forest flowers bloomed last night." He said he didn't know that there was snowflakes falling in the courtyard today

refers to the snowflakes that fell in the courtyard), and thought that flowers bloomed on the courtyard branches last night, which is a vivid and appropriate metaphor. Song Zhang Yuan's poem "Snow" wrote: "Three million jade dragons were retreated, and the scales and remnants of armor flew all over the sky.

The jade dragon here describes the flying snow, and the broken scales and remnants of the armor describe the snow flakes dancing like scales, and the pieces of armor fall one after another. Yuan Huang Geng's poem "Snow" compares white snow to jade: "The rivers and mountains never sleep and the moon is thousands of miles, and the heaven and earth are selfless and jade."

Don Li Bai wrote about snow even more exaggeratedly, he wrote in "North Wind Travel": "The snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as a seat, and they have blown down Xuanyuan Terrace. "Xuanyuan Terrace is said to be the place where the Yellow Emperor captured.

In addition to the many poets above who compare snow to salt, catkins, forest flowers, jade dragons, ruined scales, remnants of armor, jade, and mats, there are also comparisons to white crane feathers, plum blossoms, white blankets, and so on.

At the beginning of the snow, often the snow flakes are not big, not too dense, such as catkins fluttering lightly with the wind, as the wind blows more and more fiercely, the snow becomes denser and denser, and the snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, like weaving a white net, and you can't see anything far away. It is like a continuous curtain, falling straight to the ground, and at the same time returning to the light. Snow covered the roofs and roads, crushed the branches of the trees, hid the appearance of all kinds of objects, blocked the roads and traffic, and the snowflakes flew in the sky, making the heavens and the earth dissolve into a white one.

If you walk on the road, you'll be a living snowman in a short time.

Chinese female writer Xiao Hong once described a snowy night in "The Field of Life and Death": the snow on the mountain was blown by the wind, as if it wanted to bury the small house near the mountain. The big tree cried, and the wind and snow shrouded the small house.

A large tree leaning on the side of the mountain folded upside down. Hanyue was afraid of being shattered by all the sounds, and retreated to the edge of the sky!

Behold, it snowed! I was drawn to the corridor by the sound, and when I looked out, it was indeed good, and the small snowflakes were falling slowly, and my heart could not help but feel a little joy, hoping that it would bring us a real snowfall, and before long, the city was gently covered by this gentle snowflake. Each snowflake gently swirled and fell, becoming a small part of the first layer of snow on the earth, and each snowflake merged into a beautiful scenery that covered the earth with snow.

Facing the snow, I wanted to recite a few lines of poetry that I had learned, but I couldn't remember anything. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. I can't speak, but I can hear, hear the sound of snow.

The snow fell one after another, and the snowflakes danced in the air in various postures, or flying, or circling, or falling straight and fast, and falling on the ground, at this moment, everything was beautiful, all were silent, standing in front of the window, the laughter of the snowflakes sounded in my ears. I can hear their joy.

Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help but come out to play, snowball fights, snowballs, although the snowflakes were still drifting, they ignored the opposition of their parents, and had a lot of fun, full of childhood joy. Snow is up to us to pinch them into fluffy snowballs and smash them at each other. Although his body was smashed and splashed everywhere, they never complained, and gave us happiness, which is its happiness.

It warms our hearts with its unique language, and I can hear it.

Snow on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year should be a good sign for the year. Snowflakes fall slowly, combined with the sound of firecrackers, giving people a festive feeling. I like to watch the snow quietly, watch the snow fall quietly, and listen to the faint sound of the snow, and I will feel peaceful and happy in my heart.

I saw a group of children having snowball fights, dodging left and right on the road. I saw on the lawn, a layer of snow covering the young leaves, protecting them. I can hear their voices of pride in taking on this heavy responsibility.

The pure snow on the ground bathes the sun and enjoys the last moment of joy. Are they crying over their lives that are coming to an end? No, they are laughing, they are proud, they have done their job and spread joy to the world.

They gave their lives and played to their strengths, they were great, and I could hear the joy of their lives.

When it snows, let's stand in front of the window and listen to a legend of life.

"It's snowing! Although he was afraid of the cold winter, he sincerely loved the snow, and was extremely excited to turn around in the snow a few times and carefully stretched out his hands to meet the white petals floating down, and the clothes, hats, and scarves were all white, and he was reluctantly dragged into the umbrella by his companions, so he had to quietly listen to the sound of snowflakes falling on the umbrella, so soft and moving, like a mother's singing of caring for a baby, and like a whisper in the ears of lovers. As a result, the whole heaven and earth are like a gentle trap, making people unconsciously drunk and deeply drunk.

It's rare for the snow in my hometown to fall so colorfully, and after an afternoon of snowflakes dressing up, the whole world is impeccable in its beauty. I think I was stunned by the whiteness of my eyes, and I couldn't help but hum "Snowman" softly, and I moved myself.

At night, I can't help but open the door and look outside. The night reveals a gentle and hazy light against the background of the snow, and for the first time I found that the night is so quiet and beautiful, which makes people have too many romantic feelings, and I can't dance like a fairy in a white veil, then I will definitely try to dance my most wonderful dance, and also have a "Chang'e Shu Sleeves, Eyes for the Loyal Soul Dance", and I seem to really want to move my steps. Suddenly, my mother called me into the house because the snow was still flying outside, and I thought that people sometimes can't help but feel stupid.

yes, the night is so tempting.

The next day, I walked to the forest behind the house, and there was no beautiful scenery in the cedar forest, and I was glad that my father always kept the bamboo forest, because the bamboo forest decorated with snow was very much boundary. A layer of not too thin snowflakes accumulates on the bamboo leaves, swaying in the breeze, and then they are lifted out like powder. In the face of this situation, no matter how much sorrow and boredom were thrown out of the clouds, the mind was cleansed and very open, and the mood suddenly cleared a little.

The elegance of bamboo and the purity of snow are really a refined match, which shocks and purifies the soul.

It suddenly occurred to me that this white elf flying in the wind would feel lonely? I think so, she is so elegant and pure, she is destined to be lonely in the complicated world. But I believe that she will surely provoke some people to reflect and breathe light into those bleak hearts.

And those literati and writers should appreciate the loneliness they insist on even more. You know, Xuehua has sung the same loneliness for thousands of years, but stubbornly maintains the original innocent appearance.

Let me make a small wish on the days when the snowflakes are flying all over the sky: let every beautiful dream grow colorful wings and fly to where it wants to go, so that the future days can move forward truly and happily.

It was the first snow of the winter and the first snow of mid-2005.

At six o'clock in the morning, I just got up.

Zhi heard Dad say it's snowing outside! After I heard this, I hurriedly ran out of the window to take a look, ah! I saw a white expanse between heaven and earth, snowflakes falling from the sky one after another, and white tents were pulled up all around, and the earth immediately became covered in silver.

I can't help but think of a poem "Suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms" is so beautiful!

The snowflake is as white as jade, is it a little heavenly general sent by the Heavenly Palace, or a jade leaf falling from the laurel tree of the Moon Palace? The snowflakes are like beautiful jade-colored butterflies, like dancing and drunk; like a blown dandelion; It seems to be floating like flying; Like a little white flower from an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering, lightly filling, worthy of being a masterpiece of the earth! I saw that the snowflakes in front of me were as naughty as butterflies, falling under the eaves for a while, on the branches of trees, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time.

Look, the people in the snow, no, they are energetic students, chasing, running, jumping, laughing, standing side by side with the green pines. The snow fell heavier and turned into goose feather snow. My classmates and I walked out of the classroom and ran out onto the playground, no matter how cold it was or how heavy the snow was, even if it was so hot on our faces, because we were so happy, so happy!

You can also have snowball fights and build snowmen.

Snow is the messenger of winter, especially this first snow, it predicts the arrival of winter, I love snowflakes because they are beautiful, pure, selfless, and can bring joy to the earth.

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Grandma's house anecdote. When I walked into the backyard of my grandmother's house, I was stunned, I was so happy that I hadn't been to my grandmother's house for a few years!

At this time, a group of chicks under the leadership of the hen, walked around me, I saw the group of lively chicks, really wanted to catch one to play, so, I boldly walked over, my hand just stretched forward to grab the chick's foot, thought it was done, but the hen did not expect the hen to rush forward, pecked at my hand fiercely, my poor hand was pecked red, I was really angry with me! Suddenly, when I saw a group of chickens grabbing food, I couldn't help but think about it. (The plan to divert the tiger from the mountain).

I asked my grandmother for some rice, came to the chicken pen, I spilled the rice on the ground, the hen and the chick walked away, I tiptoed to a chick farthest away from the hen, look at the timing, has been lightning fast, the chick catched, I didn't expect the chick's cry so that the hen could not take care of pecking, flapped his wings and flew over, I learned from experience, abandoned the chicken and fled, (36 plans to go to the upper count) this is really a deep mother-son love, harm me "catch the chicken is not a handful of rice", and the hand hurts badly, I see, It's better to mess with hens less!

Grandma's hometown is so good! There are mountains, there is water, and there are terrible old hens!

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