Essay on ice, how to write an essay on playing with ice

Ice Today, I found that there was ice in the weir pond next to my grandfather's house, and I couldn't see a single gap. I'm curious: such a large weir pond can also freeze?

I asked my grandfather curiously, and he told me that the water was freezing because the temperature was too low. ；I ran to the edge of the weir and threw a rock, but it didn't sink and stopped on the ice. I used a wooden stick to pry a small piece of ice, and it felt cold and swishy in my hand, and it felt quite thick, and I measured it with a ruler to four millimeters.

I hadn't seen ice before, and I thought that since it was so cold, the water there might have formed ice cubes, but I don't know if the ice was as thick as here. My brother and I excitedly picked up stones and played by the weir pond, just like playing in water. When I was tired of playing, I stopped to look at the weir pond, and suddenly I felt that the weir pond was like an ice skating rink, and the rocks we threw were like little athletes skating in a competition.

It's so interesting ;.But not long after playing, the ice melted due to the increase in temperature. We had to reluctantly leave, there will be tomorrow, and we will have a good time tomorrow.

This summer, the weather is very hot. People started drinking a lot of frozen drinks and water, and because of the heat, I put a bottle of water in the freezer of our refrigerator and thought about drinking it after a while. But because something went out, when I came back and opened the refrigerator, I found that the bottle was broken, what happened?

I didn't have a full bottle of water just now! That's weird! So I filled half a bottle of water from a mineral water bottle and marked it and put it in the freezer compartment of the refrigerator.

I waited patiently, and waited and waited, and the water finally froze, and I took it out and looked at it, and I found that the height of the ice was much higher than the place where I marked it, and I was sure that "when the water freezes, it must be larger than the water."

But why is that? With this question, I went to ask many people, they (they) all said they didn't know, it seems that I had to ask my aunt in the laboratory in my mother's factory, the aunt in the laboratory in my mother's factory listened to my question, smiled, and then took two identical glass bottles, and then filled the same half bottle of water, and firmly sealed the mouth of the two bottles with a stopper, and a pipe was connected to the stopper of one of the bottles, and the pipe was connected to a device called a separator, and then turned on the equipment, and after a while she turned off the equipment and sealed the mouth of the bottle, I put the two bottles of water in the refrigerator with labels, and when they froze, I saw that the bottle of water that passed through the separator had much less ice than the bottle that had not passed through the separator, and my aunt said, "Because a lot of air runs into the ice when the water freezes, the volume of the ice increases."

Just now, my aunt used a soda separator to take away the air in the bottle, so the bottle of water that passed through the separator had much less ice than the one that did not pass through the separator, do you understand? "I finally understood why the volume of ice is larger than that of water."

The sample essay on playing with ice is as follows:

Fan Wenyi who played with ice:

Children's golden pot and ice, colored silk is worn as a silver kite. Ring the jade bell and ring through the forest. Suddenly there was the sound of broken glass.

Ever since I learned the song "Childish Ice", in ancient times, the fun of a child playing with ice often appeared in front of my eyes, so I look forward to the coming of winter every day. Uncle North Wind is blowing, and the weather is getting colder. One day, my dad told me:

Hehe, tomorrow it's minus two degrees, it's going to freeze outside, and we can play in the water! ”

That's great! That's great! I jumped up and put my arms around my father's neck.

In the morning, my father and I got up early. It's too cold outside! My father and I went to the courtyard.

In the tank, the water in the bucket forms a thick layer of ice. Dad scooped up the ice from the bucket. The ice was cold and slippery, like crystal.

The bucket is round, and the ice cubes turn into round pieces. It's amazing.

Fan Wen 2 of playing with ice:

Have you ever played with ice? It's fun to play with ice! Today, I woke up early, quickly put on my clothes, went straight to the kitchen, and went to the refrigerator, suddenly, a cold snap hit my face, I couldn't help shivering with cold, but I still carefully took out the plastic basin from the refrigerator that I put in the water last night.

After a night of cold weather, the water has formed a thick ice. I was overjoyed to see this scene and couldn't wait to play with the ice, but how did I get the ice out?

Pry with a tool? No, it will break the horns of ice; Poured with hot water? No, it will melt the ice.

After thinking about it for a while, I finally came up with a plan to turn the basin upside down and tap the bottom of the basin with my ribs. But the ice was really unpleasant, I clung to the basin and didn't let go, I put the basin upside down on the ground, and used the "iron sand shadowless palm" to slap the bottom of the basin hard"Bang", just like that, I wasted all my strength, and the ice was finally photographed.

Fan Wen III who plays with ice:

My dad took my sister and me to the ice and snow amusement park in the Olympic Park. We had a great day here, and among the several ice and snow sports we played, I thought curling was the most interesting. When I first saw curling, it didn't catch my attention.

In the dazzling sunlight, two more than ten meters long plastic kettle road quietly laid in a corner of the amusement park, at the end of the road on both sides of the curling stones, red and blue two colors, each ice is about the size of three or four catties of pumpkin, there are three sliding wheels below.

They lie quietly at the end of the kettle road, like lazy turtles lying on the track, quietly enjoying the warm sunshine. As the Spring Festival approaches, there are not many people in the amusement park, and the plastic curling is very different from the curling stones used in the competition, so basically no one is playing the game of throwing curling. When we want to experience this project, the boss can open, usually one yuan to play three games, the boss gave me a big discount to let me pay 150 yuan to play casually, so that he can gather some popularity.

I love ice because of the lead years of its purity.

I love ice because of its transparency.

I love ice because it's clean.

I love ice because it's so thorough.

I love ice because of its beauty.

I love ice because of its contributions!

I love, I love ice, I don't need any reason, it's beautiful, pure, selfless, I love ice!

American Ice Landscape When the green mountains are really beautiful. On February 7, after five days of snowstorms, a layer of ice crust formed on 10,000 trees. The morning sun, which is extremely bright, comes out from the east, illuminating these ice trees and jade branches, and the cold light shoots fiercely.

Going downstairs and walking in the snow forest, I looked back by chance, and walked through the ice jade bushes. In the corner of the small building, I faintly saw my incorruptible curtain. Although the general high places are unbearable, this Qionglou Yuyu is actually in the world, not in the sky.

On the morning of the ninth day, he went out on a sleigh with his female companion. A horse galloped around the green hills. All the way to the depths of the forest, the ice branches are brushing, and there is a sound of crisp folding.

The snow weighs on the ground, and there is not an inch of soil in sight, but it is a world without fiber and dust. The most beautiful thing is that the ice beads are strung on the wild cherry branches, red and white, crystal to the sun, I feel that the treasure of the world is not so bright!

Ice Storm On the way south, we saw trees of various shapes wrapped in frozen ice. One of the most recognizable, and I think the most beautiful, is the plane tree, its white, smooth branches, which often curl out from the mottled trunk. As we walked through the ice storm, we observed the frozen trees: the peacock-like elms, the treetops of the dogwoods, the leafy persimmon trees, the scrawny acacias, the twisted black willows, the fluffy beech, and the white oak that looked like a pruned dome.

In this way, we walked through a world of crystalline trees.

The snowflakes usher in the blooming of the plum, and the plum blossoms welcome the blooming of a hundred flowers.

The ice melted, and the water of the creek flowed into the distance.

The wind was still so cold, blowing cold on the face.

Dancing without complaint or regret I am anyone haha.

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