Information about winter, please, please, and write an essay

It's snowing, it's snowing. I cheered and ran out of the house. Ah, this snow is so beautiful, falling one by one, as if it is flying, and it seems to show us its light form.

At this time, I stretched out my hand to touch the cute little snowflake, but as soon as the snowflake fell on my hand, it melted, and I reached out to pick it up, and the snow fell on my hand and melted again. It's fun. The Snow Elves gave white coats to houses, white scarves to trees, white quilts to flowers and plants, and white carpets to the streets.

Winter has winter fun, winter scenery, winter games. Winter games are indispensable. Look, the little students over there are building snowmen, running around, it's so much fun!

The college students here are having a snowball fight, and you chase me, it's more interesting! The little red faces were like a big apple, and they were very happy.

I love the snowy winter!

I don't know if I love winter innately, how many good times in my memories are in winter, once upon a time, high winds, blue skies, and snow in which our group of children had fun!

The east wind is rising again, and I have some indescribable feelings......In the last winter of elementary school, it was a little poignant. That year, there was a heavy snowfall, and I came to the school to report ...... with anxietyThe goose feather snow condensed my heart, sitting in the classroom I was a little careless how this winter is so melancholy, looking out the window at the snow drifting, the ice hanging on the house, the gray sky ......

After school, the partners came to the playground together for the last snowball fight in elementary school, until today, that day, that person, that love, that scene, the hearty laughter of the partners is still deeply remembered by me, I can't forget the true feelings of my partners in that winter, I can't forget the figure we chased on the playground, and I can't forget the winter story ...... that Mr. Wang told usEvery time I remember it, it's sad and beautiful, but now, I don't know if they're okay? Remember me? The past is an immortal chapter, this year after year winter is like water quietly passing through my fingers, I love winter as I cherish time.

I don't know how long it will take me to walk out of middle school, will I be the same as I am in that winter?

Unforgettable! The winter of the years and the years - the years and the years of me - the love of the years and the years.

In the blink of an eye, winter has arrived. I love winter, and I prefer my hometown in winter. Let me be a guide for you to see the winter in your hometown together!

The rolling hillsides of my hometown are densely packed with poplars, cypresses and pines. When winter comes, the leaves of the poplars are gone; The bare branches, standing there, like brave and fearless warriors, guarding our home day and night! After the heavy snowfall, the verdant branches and leaves of the pines and cypresses are draped in white windbreakers, like beautiful and gentle angels, always dressing up the beauty of their hometown.

There is no clutter on the mountain after the snow, only the silhouettes of different shapes, like a continuous scroll ......

A quiet stream that surrounds the village all year round. In winter, the creek is covered with thick ice, and there are no fish or shrimp in it, let alone crabs. They're all hidden in the **?

Curious, I asked my mother, who said they were all hiding under the ice to keep warm. I didn't understand even more, "The ice is so cold, how can it be warm down there?" "Mom doesn't come up either, it looks like I'm going to have to ask the teacher.

Uncle Farmer, who had been busy for a year, could finally stop and take a breath; When the sun is shining, they sit in the square in front of the village to bask in the sun, talking about what they have seen and heard in the year, talking about the harvest of the coming year, and from time to time there is hearty laughter ......

The breath of winter.

Listen, what's the sound outside? "Mom walked to my room with a down jacket and pulled me up curled up in the bed.

The wind, such a strong wind! "I hid under the covers and didn't even want to get up.

It's cooled down today, minus 7 degrees, and it's freezing outside. "I was in front of the window, and I saw that the branches of the trees were blown by the wind, and some of the dead branches could not resist the attack of the cold wind, and they broke with a "click". Some of the sparse dead leaves that remained on the tree fell to the ground slowly, and a gust of wind blew, and these leaves rolled to the corner of the wall, like a child afraid of the cold.

On the way to school, my mother wrapped me tightly, but I still felt the cold wind. People on the street wore thick scarves and masks, showing only a pair of eyes, and those waiting at the station even trotted on the spot to ward off the cold, rubbing their hands together.

When I arrived at school, the playground was full of people, some were running, some were skipping rope, and everyone was doing warm-up exercises!

Unfortunately, there was no PE class today, and I sat in the classroom all day with cold hands and feet. As soon as I got home in the evening, I quickly turned on the air conditioner, ah, it was so comfortable! It seems that winter has really arrived.

It occurred to me that it would be nice if there was a warm breeze outside in winter! I told my mother about this idea, and my mother told me with a smile that if it is not cold in winter, it will not freeze and kill pests, so the cold wind is the soul of winter, and everything in the world has its reason for existence.

This winter, I let my life begin to settle.

Starting from the sun silently shining above my head, from.

Three. Nine, forty-nine cold air spread over the earth began. Although this winter is unusually dry, and despite the unusually cold this winter, there are many precipitated things added to my life - such as the unattainable career, the realization of unattainable love. Perhaps, this is not considered detachment, but just the real beginning of helplessness.

But in the depths of my soul it was a new gain.

I've never felt more relaxed than ever. I'm happy for this.

What is life? This is a question I have asked myself more than once. It's a question I've been looking for to have a really right answer.

If I still can't say the true meaning of life to this day, I just say that life is easy, life is happy!

Of course, there are many tribulations. Life is a pitfall.

I suddenly remembered a small poem I saw many years ago, which wrote: Life is hard and unsatisfactory, and I can't express the bitterness in my heart

This is what I have said many times for which I have been choked with tears and choked up, so today I have a new meaning: life is hard and unsatisfactory, and I seek relief in helplessness

Helplessness is a pronoun for cowardice in life. So what kind of new concept is it to go through helplessness and seek relief in helplessness?

Life, relaxed, life is happy.

Live happily and life is full of meaning.

What could be more important than a happy life? If I were to define the world as a living object for the time being, then the joy of life would be extremely important (in fact, the world was originally alive, and matter was originally full of life. ）

In this way, let life precipitate in comprehension, and accumulate relaxation and happiness, wouldn't it be happy?

What's more, in fact, in this world, whether you want it or not, your life will eventually slowly settle down in the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar of civilians. You will move from the tedious process of eating, drinking, and sleeping to precipitation, and finally to death—to the birth of a new life.

Matter is immortal, reincarnation is natural.

Relax and be happy, and precipitate your life. Cherish your life and cherish your time.

I know I've started to move towards the ease and joy of life. Although I am not confused, it is not too late.

The setting sun is fiery red, dragging its huge golden tail leisurely towards the western mountain. I store my forbearance, calmness, and peace in the midst of my fragmented thoughts. I savored life in the warm and bright sunshine and experienced the chaotic world.

So, this state envied the winter, and my life began to settle ......