200 characters of winter scenery description (1)

Winter is a vast expanse of snow? Is the north wind blowing in winter? Is winter foggy?

No, all three are wrong! The campus can be said to be "magical". It is not cold in winter and not hot in summer. People stay very comfortable.

The cold north wind "Hoo, hoo!" cried: "Winter is coming! Winter is coming!" Sure enough, in the morning, the grass was covered with frost, as white as salt.

In the morning, when I walked in the bamboo forest, the frost on the leaves fell and hit my head. I felt cool, like being buried by white snow.

At noon, the "salt" gradually turned into a pool of water, which is nourishing everything.

What a beautiful winter!

200 characters of winter scenery description (2)

Winter has come, and many changes have taken place in the campus, such as: more rain; The grass on the playground is frosted; When the weather is cold, I have to wear gloves. Sometimes I feel my hands are cold when I wear gloves... But I think it's good that winter comes, because there is Christmas in winter, and Santa Claus will give us many gifts.

In the middle and late winter, it is an exciting time. Because the final exam is coming at that time, students all hope their scores can be higher. It is also a relaxing time. After the final exam, students and teachers can relax at home.

In a word, I think the winter on campus is similar to the festival, except for a final exam.

200 characters of winter scenery description (3)

Our school ushered in another winter. There is a stream near our dormitory. If you touch the stream with your hand, your whole body will become icy cold. Even the fish will hide under the bridge and hug together for warmth. Even the plants will be held together.

When we go running, we will find some frost on the leaves and on the ground. We will also find that many people are rubbing their hands or putting their hands in their pockets, even me.

Like me, the big tree is also afraid of the cold. When the wind blows, it trembles, as if to say, "I'm afraid of the cold, don't blow me!" The leaves will fall off.

I think if only it could snow!

200 characters of winter scenery description (4)

Winter Scenery 200 Word Composition (I)

Beautiful scenery in winter 200 word composition

It snowed heavily in the evening and cleared up the next day. Xiaohong suggested to her mother: "Mom, let's go to the park to play!" "Good!" Her mother promised. So they came to the gate of the park and saw a vast expanse of white, as if entering a world of ice and snow fairy tales. The ground seems to be covered with a thick carpet, the trees seem to be covered with a white coat, and the cute snowman at the gate of the park seems to be greeting people, saying, "Welcome to the park!"

Xiaohong and her mother came to the side of the hill. Mother said, "Just take a picture here." Xiaohong put on a "POSS". Mom was about to take a picture when she found Xiao Hong running away from the camera.

What's going on here? It turned out that Xiao Hong saw a little brother fall down not far away. Xiaohong hurried to comfort her, "Don't cry, little brother."

When my mother saw this scene not far away, she quickly pressed the shutter to take a picture of the most beautiful scene in winter.

Winter Scenery 200 Word Composition (II)

Happy winter 200 words Winter is coming, the northwest wind is blowing, it's really cold! It began to snow, flakes of snow like white butterflies flying in the air, slowly, on the roof, trees, cars Everywhere there was white snow. The trees seemed to be covered with Yushu silver flowers, and the ground seemed to be covered with a layer of white carpet. Only the wintersweet flowers opened quietly, and they seemed to be proudly announcing that we are the most fearless flowers in winter, so everyone should learn from us! Under the cover of snow, everything seemed very quiet, but as soon as the children finished school, they immediately became lively, and they excitedly made snowmen, played snowball fights, and rolled snowballs How happy! If you play hide and seek in the snow, it will be more fun. If you hide in the snow, you will become a little snowman, and it will not be easy for others to find you. Winter is a snow-white season, but also a happy season. I like winter.

Winter Scenery 200 Word Composition (III)

That winter

I used to like winter persistently. That season of frequent snowfall was once extremely sacred in my heart.

That winter was the climax of the winter I like, but also the end, a sad ending for me

January 21 of that year was really a happy and sad day for me. It's good to see Nanjing soon, where we are moving. It's sad that we didn't even have time to attend our best friend's birthday party on January 24.

Yes, not in time. Everything was in such a hurry that we started just a few days after the winter vacation in Guangzhou. Now that I have set out, I don't think much about it, but I am full of longing for this city - listening to my father, it will snow in Nanjing. This is great news for me, who has stayed in Guangzhou, a place where it doesn't snow for three and a half years.

Sure enough, when I first arrived in Nanjing, I met a heavy snow that was rare in 60 years. This nationwide heavy snow was so heavy that people called it "snow disaster". Of course I am very excited - I have never met such heavy snow in the north. With such excitement, I crossed the Yangtze River Bridge; With such excitement, I came to Nanjing University of Information Engineering; With such excitement, I checked into the guest house. In the first few days, because of excitement and just arrived, I always walked around the campus with my mother every day. I can't see enough of the huge snow and the house covered with thick snow. I thought that this place really lived up to my high expectations. It not only had snow, but also had many advantages that my father had described to me; I thought it was really an ideal place. But - I was wrong.

As time went by, I found that I didn't see anything. When I first came here, I didn't really know anything about them. In addition, they were all dressed in the beautiful "snow". All these confused me, deceived me, and made me feel overwhelmed when I gradually saw the truth. The whole school can be said to be located in the outskirts of the village, which is not like a city at all. No, it is not a city. The school is very large and there are many buildings, but the campus is lifeless and lifeless, no matter people or buildings. It is inconvenient to do anything on campus, especially outside campus. The double gap between the "suburb" and the "Yangtze River" is deeply depressing, while the campus is dull and boring, which makes people feel less alive. Everything seems inexplicably annoying.

My mother began to complain. When we walked together, she always sulkily "criticized" the unsatisfactory aspects of this place. I was also upset, but when I saw this, I had to smile and say to her, I think it's good here, and I like it very much. So my mother also smiled and said, "As long as you like it, I'm very sad.". Later, whenever I thought about this, I would feel the same sadness. I think my sadness should be deeper and farther than my mother's.

In the gloom of depression, I spent that winter, which was much longer than the loss of excitement.

As I learned in Chinese class, the climax and ending of a novel are often connected and cannot be separated.

And this climax, the climax that makes me excited to the extreme, indicates the end, because it, in the end, I fell more heavily and more miserably.

Yes, I have never liked winter as much as that winter, but I have never hated winter as much as that winter. Yes, this is the climax, but also the end!

More than a year has passed, and that winter has already been deeply buried in my heart, unwilling to touch.

Once at school, a classmate suddenly asked me, which season do you like best?

autumn. I said faintly that a piece of white snow flashed in my mind

[Sample Narrative 2]

That winter

On that cold morning, she left without leaving a word. Her arrival and her departure are equally unpredictable, so sudden. So short two months, but let me remember deeply, until I received her letter to understand everything.

On that day, the sky was blue and white clouds were blossoming. She came to our class. The chirping of birds woke up the sleeping me, and the gentle words moistened the lost me. She was the new English teacher in our class. Later, the students found her Mandarin was also good. She likes to laugh very much. Her arrival attracted the attention of a child like me who only likes reading but doesn't like doing homework. Class is no longer the same situation as before.

In just two months, she gave me too many beautiful memories. I still remember the scene that I finally showed her with a high score in English

She really left. That day, she packed up her things and gave us the last lesson. She wrote the last sentence and left.

She left, in that cold winter; Before she left, she left a phrase on the blackboard that was very important to my life: "Never say give up!" She said that she would go home and get married, and would not teach again. It snowed heavily that day, and I knew my winter was coming. The cold wind blew her away from me, as if it had blown away everything I had, leaving me alone on the playground

The ground lingers. Her departure almost took away all my hopes. I went to such a strange city, read in this strange place with a fearful heart, and did nothing all day long. The muddled days made me numb gradually. It was her presence that made me rekindle the hope of life. I thank God for giving me its love, but her departure made me return to that terrible winter.

She is so sincere that I really feel the warmth of my relatives. Her beauty is not shown by her appearance, but the sincere and natural expression of her heart, the flash of the aura of kindness, and the return of the beauty of human nature.

In winter, what I have is no longer laughter, no longer insipid, no longer indifferent, but heartfelt sorrow. Her departure took away a beautiful world, but I returned to the coldest winter. I still remember that winter day: it was very cold on March 9, with heavy snow pressing the pines, rain and snow falling, thousands of miles of ice covered, thousands of miles of snow floating, I just felt that the Nth Ice Age was coming. "This situation can be recalled, but it was lost at that time". I still remember clearly that winter day: the sky is pale and vast, the ground is endless and boundless, the vegetation is lonely, the flowers and plants have lost, the soft day is not warm, the pedestrian's face is cold, the student's face is sad, my tears suddenly burst, because the sad face became more and more worried, I had to wash my face again and again; The feeling of pain is really speechless, and the depressed heart cannot be relieved. I just hope to sleep in the night and never see the dawn. In the hazy, your shadow appears in front of my eyes from time to time, but I feel a bit absent-minded. I don't know what I am sad about. Is it your leaving or the cold winter?

It was getting dark. I opened your letter and said, "Time will tell? Oh, I see, I am sad about winter, and I am sad that I can no longer make you happy.

My winter has come, can spring be far behind?

Don't forget the love between teachers and students. In our learning life, we can always meet teachers who make us fall in love with them. What a blessing! But our predestination is often very shallow. When we haven't carefully tasted the relationship between teachers and students, the loss as promised makes us feel the coming of life winter. How can we better devote ourselves to learning in the cold season? The only way is to cherish your opportunities, grasp the present, and make yourself warm against the cold.

[Sample Narrative 3]

That winter

Opening the window of the New Year, I looked at the winter snow in the distance. Soft snowflakes fell on my cheeks, making the sound of my heartbeat fall with the snowflakes. The long frozen heart suddenly melted.

With the surging passion, I ran in the snow wantonly, which made me forget the next difficult and terrible. The snow gradually melted, and the path trampled by people led to the muddy ancient temple. I could not hear the heartbeat in the deep mountain forest, but the sad cry of the apes added a shadow to the nervous mood. Everything here makes me afraid

Finally, I dragged my tired body out of the dark hell. Ah, I succeeded! Is that the pain before success in legend? Before I could be happy, a gust of wind blew me down again. The yellow sand covered my eyes and penetrated into my eyes. I almost dried up all my tears and could not wash them from my eyes. The eyes I kept rubbing were finally afraid to open again. The roaring north wind, like a sharp sword, wantonly paddled to every part of my body, and I finally fell down. Dimly, I seem to hear the sneer of the wind: "Ha ha, I have said for a long time that human beings are the most vulnerable, so vulnerable." I don't believe, I don't want to fail!

I subconsciously wiped my eyes with my hands covered with blood. The piercing pain made me unforgettable. I gathered the only weak strength in my body, clenched my teeth, and slowly tried to stand. Almost, I fell down again, but I was unwilling.

When I looked up again, it seemed that the north wind had already escaped without a word, and the yellow sand also went timidly with the north wind. The sky is as blue as before, but the sunshine is more beautiful. A gentle breeze blew, which seemed to take away my fatigue and wash away the mud all over my body.

Now I understand that as long as you want to fight, no one can stop you.

The steep mountains cannot stop the surging torrent, nor can the surging torrent stop your steps forward;

The silent autumn cannot stop the sudden rainstorm, and the sudden rainstorm cannot stop your fighting spirit;

The relentless night cannot stop the twinkling stars, and the twinkling stars cannot stop the dawn!

That winter, I am not afraid, because my courage is sprouting; I am not afraid of the thorns and jungle, because I have developed an iron will.

Fold a thin willow as the string, hold a handful of autumn wind as the horn, open the curtain of the sky, and we perform the dance of winter.

When we encounter difficulties and setbacks, we always want to avoid them, because difficulties and setbacks will indeed make us lose faith

Heart and fighting spirit, why don't we choose other paths? This is our conventional idea. But when we meet these challenges with indomitable courage and determination, all difficulties and setbacks will make way for us. Students who have experienced this struggle will be more determined to move forward, because spring is ahead.

[Sample Narrative 4]

That winter

Peach red reflects willow green, and flowers compete for beauty in an enchanting spring; The rain hit plantain trees, and the thunder and lightning hit the mountain in a green summer; The autumn wind is rustling, and the fallen leaves are falling in golden autumn; The wind and frost covered the branches, the snow was flying, and it was a gray winter. Compared with spring, summer and autumn, I seem to be more passionate about winter.

The winter is less enchanting, less green, less golden, but it adds a little gray, more dignified. The afternoon when the snow was so thick that it was no more than knee deep was originally plain, but the story happened in the snowy day let me never forget it. On that day, the students carefully studied in the classroom, including me. It was not until the bell rang that everyone went to the balcony to watch intently or exercise their muscles and bones. At this time, I heard a voice like a "snowman" standing on the playground. Maybe I had a heart to heart relationship with my grandmother. I ran out crazily, and all of my nervousness, anxiety, and heartache burst out with tears. Until I ran to the "snowman", my face was already wet with snow and tears, and my hair on my forehead was still dripping. Seeing the "snowman" in front of me could no longer restrain my feelings, I held her tightly, as if trying to use my body temperature to melt all the snowflakes on her body. Grandma was aware of me, but her body had been damaged by the damn weather. I held my grandmother carefully and walked to the hall of the teaching building. It took her a long time to move. It turns out that my grandmother specially paid for my tuition. Because she was busy picking up garbage on a fine day, she chose the weather that would rather turn herself into a "snowman" to send tuition fees for me. At this time, I was still very excited. I simply threw myself into Grandma's arms and cried, crying out all my heartache and guilt. Grandma pulled my wet hair on my forehead with her big hands, and then held me tightly in her arms. She kept saying, "Silly child, silly granddaughter."

Since I was young, I knew that I was different from other children. When other children were clinging to their parents' arms, I could only hide and watch. Because I have always lived with my grandmother. I don't know the specific reason, nor do I want to know. Now I finally understand that it is enough to have a grandmother. In my memory, my grandmother is the only one who will never leave me; The most important things in my diary are me and Grandma.

However, now my grandmother has been lying on the hospital bed and can't speak, and now I am in the warm classroom to meet the college entrance examination. I can't sit beside her to rely on her and comfort her. It seems to me that this winter is particularly long. Even though I have always yearned for winter, this winter, which is free from my grandmother's nagging, has made me understand the immeasurable weight and value of love between my grandmother and granddaughter.

The deepest and truest love in the world is family love, especially with the relatives who grow up with them.

This article selects "Grandma" to pay tuition fees for "me" in the snowy winter to become a "snowman", so that it is not easy to freeze. This scenario is particularly moving, and even more urges "I" to devote myself to learning with higher enthusiasm to repay "Grandma"'s kindness to "me". Unfortunately, "Grandma" is seriously ill today. It is against our conscience to see such a situation in front of us when we haven't repaid "Grandma" for her upbringing. Simple language.

[Sample Narrative 5]

That winter

When winter is mentioned, people naturally think of the white snow and the chilling cold.

Winter seems to mean the season of departure.

She is one of my classmates. We should be very close. The three years I spent with her were my happiest time. In the three years of junior high school, we cared for and encouraged each other. What does three years mean? Is it friendship, sincerity and warmth? Or is it a short gathering before leaving, a beautiful feast before leaving?

We met three years ago, which seems to mean that our destiny will be closely linked. We fell in love with each other and talked about our unhappiness and indignation. We also talked about our ideals and ambitions and laughed happily all the way. We really felt that we hated each other too late at that time.

The first winter we met, she asked me to go to see the snow. We went to the suburbs together. The snow was falling heavily, and the snow covered the earth with a soft thick quilt. We chase and play with each other. We made a snowman and named it our favorite name. The silent fields are full of our laughter, and this year's snow is particularly beautiful.

Joy is short, and good things are always fleeting.

Destiny always likes to make fun of people with weak psychology. It's another winter. I feel very cold this winter. Three years later this winter, she did not bring me joy, but brought me facts that I could not accept. She said that because of the family's economic reasons, she didn't want her parents to look worried and scrape together for the tuition of several children. As the eldest child of her family, she decided to give up her studies and go out to work. This is really a reason that I can't accept. I seem to beg her: "You study so well, as long as you study, your life will be very good in the future; you and I have long agreed to go to high school and college together; you also said that we will never separate, can these original agreements just disappear?" Her expression is very painful, tears have burst, we hug and cry. Is the outside world as simple as she imagined? How can her small body bear the heavy pressure?

The snow is still falling, but people have disappeared.

Three years of friendship really can't stand the test of time? It was originally said that even if we were separated, we would be connected with each other, but time has proved that there is only endless expectation left after leaving, and our relationship has become increasingly distant. When we met again, she seemed to be a haggard stranger who had experienced various hardships in the society. We were speechless.

Winter - a season that let us leave, however, the story happened in that winter can only be left in my good memory. The friendship between students is so pure and beautiful. When we go through a period of twists and turns, will the friendship be so fresh and green? Time will give us the best answer.

[Sample Narrative 6]

That winter

Strange, why does it snow heavily in June and July?

Is winter already here? But the eyes of the winners clearly told me that the sun was burning, and I was wearing a single coat.

Winter, originally it only belongs to me - the day of a loser. Oh, I see. It only cares for me. My mind is in darkness. The whole summer is spent in the shivering snow in June. I still vaguely remember that the tense high school entrance examination was over that day, and I set foot on the way home with an uneasy heart. The sun is still like a fireball baking the scorching earth, and the cicadas keep coming. On the dirt road I once walked, I feel unprecedented confusion. There is no surprise of "another village will be bright when the willow is dark", and the whole person is troubled by "the mountain is poor and the water is doubtful". My premonition is very bad. I am afraid of failure. I am afraid that the efforts of the past ten years will be wasted. I regret the endless pain my parents suffered in order to earn money for my study. Why do I feel unprepared only when I step on the battlefield. The snow fell on me, and I was cold all over. Back home, my parents seemed eager to know about my exam, but I could see my face was "frozen". They stopped. I had a fever because the snow had been covering me all the time. I covered my head with a quilt and struggled alone in the cold. I didn't check the score of the high school entrance examination. It was my father's repeated urging that I told him the method of inquiry. I already knew the result of the examination. I was running away, afraid of another snowstorm that caught me unprepared in winter. The snow is still falling, although it is nearly July.

I wrapped the quilt tightly for fear that the cold wind in winter would pierce my vulnerable skin. I was muddled, dreaming, and the haze of June was enveloping the fragile me. My father opened my only quilt without saying a word and dragged me to his construction site. At that time, I felt endless hatred for him and endless regret for myself.

The sun was blazing. Everyone with my father was naked, suntanned and sweaty, and ribs were particularly dazzling in the sun. The sun was baking a pile of "human platoons". I learned that they were carrying buckets and mud. My father said that people without knowledge are all hard workers. At that moment, I knew that my life was destined to be hard work, so I knew that I would never walk out of this long winter in my life.

In September, my father handed me the notice, and I was puzzled, "I did well in the exam, continue to work hard! Winter is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that you have to drill into winter!" I was speechless, tears streaming down my face.

I came out of winter, no, it should be that I did not enter winter, it is just my wishful thinking. I packed my bags and began the journey of self-confidence; "Winter is over, can spring be far behind?"

The high school entrance examination has gradually gone away for many students, but the regret left to us at that time still affects us from time to time, even describing the dissatisfaction of the high school entrance examination as the winter of life. Since winter is coming, as long as we sincerely welcome and calmly face it, we will surely usher in the spring of blooming flowers belonging to us. Let's welcome it with 100 times passion, 100 times expectation and 100 times efforts!

Chuang Tzu: "There is only one nest in the forest, and the mole drinks in the river, but it is full of food." There are too many temptations and regrets in the world of life, so we use this to encourage ourselves. No matter how big the forest is, the birds only need one shelter. The Yellow River is flowing, and drinking can only be a belly.

[Argumentative prose 1]

That winter

It is another winter. A heavy snow has buried a beauty and a family. Dust laden stories unfold in your heart.

You, born in the nobility, have a stubborn brother, a group of talented brothers and sisters from afar, and a cousin who is a concubine in the palace. Under the background of talent selection, and under the influence of your brother, you live in the famous Jia family, and your name has been included in the Department of Life.

In this family of hundreds of people, you, as a relative, live a life of "white jade making horses for gold", comparable to the original life, and you will get along happily with the people in this group. You are plump, graceful, gentle and considerate. Your manners are generous and decent. You are praised by others, but you are only sentimental. Sister Lin, who seems to be acrimonious to others, has a problem with you. But you have accepted this lonely child with tolerance. You don't care about her, and you still smile.

You are special again. Your mother gave back the palace flower sent by your sister in the palace with a sentence "Baowentou never wears it", and others shared it. You are so peaceful. Although you eat well and dress well, you are not conventional. You don't wear flowers or powder. Yes, you don't need decoration. Just face the sky, you will be "ruthless and moving". Only your temperament and natural appearance will conquer so many people. You are excellent without affectation.

Maybe you are destined to have a strange disease. The monk's prescription "Leng Xiang Pill" is strange, but it alleviates your disease and gives you a piece of gold accessories. You need someone with jade to match it. Your fate makes me even more curious.

With your natural wealth and extraordinary temperament, you got the signature of "Peony" at the Qunfang banquet. I understand why "Heng Wujun" is so noble and so arrogant? It turns out that you are a blooming peony, so gorgeous, so luxurious, everyone looks up to you. And you still treat people kindly.

When I saw the picture of you pouncing on a butterfly on the screen, I couldn't help but pay more respect to you: what a peony fairy, so intentional, chasing a butterfly. They say you are good tempered and calm. I think you are a good sister. Otherwise, how could you move Sister Lin and make her snuggle up to you?

Your jade like skin has attracted Jia Baoyu, your intelligence and understanding have won praise from all adults, and your talent and thoughtfulness have conquered the children, boys and girls in the Grand View Garden. You are worthy of being the first of the twelve golden hairpins as famous as Sister Lin.

However, which family can last? With the turmoil of the family, you returned to your roots like a fallen leaf. According to Liu Xinwu, you died in a snowy winter. The prediction of "buried in the snow of the golden hairpin" finally came true. This winter is also the winter of a family, a powerful and distinguished family. After all, the birds flew into the forest, and the song ended. You, Baochai, I miss you in this winter, Did you hear that winter day?

[Argumentative prose 2]