Winter is a warm composition 1 Everyone has their own winter, some warm, some cold, some ordinary ... I don't know. And my winter is warm, because I have a mother who loves me deeply and works day and night for me.
On this day, school is later than usual. Everyone went home happily, and I was still doing my homework in the classroom. But the good times didn't last long. Before long, there was a heavy rain in the sky. I can't help worrying: it's all because I didn't watch the weather forecast yesterday and forgot to bring my umbrella. What can I do now? I couldn't go back ... then I remembered my mother, my sick mother. I quickly picked up my schoolbag and ran into the rain. However, the biting cold wind and intermittent winter rain made me shiver. In desperation, I had to go back to the classroom.
The more it rains, the deeper my fears and worries are. Now I have no choice but to sit around and wait for someone else to come to me. Looking at the heavy rain outside the window and thinking about my sick mother, I can't help but feel sad. My mother is still waiting for me to go back! At this moment, I heard a voice, like footsteps. This is familiar and slow, but it is just a drag. I opened the door at once and poked my head out. I saw a familiar figure in the corridor-it was my mother! I ran to my mother, and she took out a raincoat from her bag and put it on my shoulder. Looking at this clean raincoat, I found that it is not only a raincoat, but also my mother's selfless love for me. I looked at her hair wet by the rain, and looked at her mother's loving eyes and her face gaunt because of illness. My tears keep rolling in my eyes. Poor mother, what gave you such great strength when you were sick? -it's maternal love, and it's your eternal concern for your son!
I went home with my mother. Although it is raining heavily outside the window, the room is still warm. Because that is what my mother brought me, the warmth of winter.
Winter is very warm. Late autumn has passed and winter is coming.
In my eyes, winter is particularly cold. It is also a luxury to enjoy a ray of sunshine in the whistling north wind. Although the people walking on the road are "armed to the teeth", they still can't help shivering. This usually busy street is no longer as elegant as it used to be. Everyone will stay at home and dare not stick their heads out. It's like meeting a monster as soon as you go out. People rushing to work are in a hurry and don't want to stop even for a second in this cold street.
Winter in my eyes is white, too. When you wake up in the morning and open the window, you will find that the mountains, rivers, trees and houses are covered with a layer of white snow, which immediately wakes people up. From a distance, the rivers and mountains in Wan Li have become a world of powder and jade. Look around, those trees that have lost all their leaves are covered with fluffy shiny silver bars and hard and transparent icicles. A few snowflakes will be scattered on the icicles, and those pine trees and cypresses that are evergreen in winter and summer are covered with fluffy and heavy snowflakes. If you grab a handful and separate your fingers, the snow will fall in small groups. When a gust of wind blows, the trees shake gently, and beautiful silver bars and snowflakes will shake off, while icicles are still stubbornly hanging on the trees. Snow like jade flutters in the wind.
Winter in my eyes is also pleasant. At that time, I will put on a thick coat with earmuffs, put on high boots, push open the doors and windows and go straight to the snowy world. My friends make snowmen, throw snowballs in the snow, have a good time, laugh in the air and shake the snow off the branches. ...
Cold winter, white winter, pleasant winter, I will never forget!
Winter is very warm. Maternal love is selfless. In order to make me happy, happy and warm ... she always doesn't care about herself.
One winter, it snowed heavily, which I had never seen before. The snow has accumulated on the ground and hasn't reached my calf yet. My mother and I have to hurry home. It's dark, so we can only grope our way forward by the dim moonlight, and the wind blows the snow on our faces. Describe (blow, shock, criticism, etc. ) with great strength. I slammed it on my body and it was freezing.
My mother and I are waiting for a taxi by the roadside, but there are few taxis in this weather, only occasionally taxis carry passengers by. The taxi seems to be avoiding us. The wind kept blowing and the snow kept falling, so I had no choice but to walk home. I think for at least three hours, the wind turned my face white and blue, and I trembled all over. My mother saw that I was cold, so she put the only long and big scarf on me to keep me warm. Halfway there, I can't walk any further. My mother encouraged me and said, "Come on, we'll be home soon. You see, the place where the light is on in front is our home. " I dragged my tired body along. I don't know how long it took. I really can't walk. My mother picked me up, struggled against the wind, climbed a big slope and finally reached the sixth floor.
My mother came home, collapsed in bed and never wanted to move again. She slept for a while.
Looking out the window, the wind is still blowing, the snow is still falling, and the snow on the ground has passed me. I can imagine how cold it is outside, but the room is warm because it is full of mother's love. At the moment, I think this winter is so warm.
Winter is a warm ingredient. Winter came, the cold wind blew away the leaves, the snow covered the earth, the pedestrians on the road were red with cold, and there was a cold smell everywhere, which reminded me of that night again. ...
I had a high fever for some reason that day. My mother quickly put the thermometer under my arm. When it was over 39 degrees, she hurriedly changed her clothes and prepared to take me to the hospital. But my father is on a business trip and there is no car at home. My mother doesn't really want to take me to the hospital.
Mother put on a thick cotton-padded jacket and carried me out of the house. The biting cold wind made me tremble even more, and my mother couldn't help shivering. I asked in a daze, "Mom, are you cold?" Mom said, "Nothing, mom is not cold." We set foot on the road to the hospital.
The cold wind and ruthless snowflakes on the road hit my mother's face and cheek. My mother carried my heavy back and walked forward step by step, touching my forehead from time to time for fear that the fever would get worse.
I don't know how long it took, my mother's hair was soaked with sweat, and my panting mother finally came to the hospital. The doctor gave me an injection to reduce my fever, which was much better. I looked at my mother. She was soaked to the skin, her shoes were covered with mud, her face and hands were red with cold, and my heart was hurting ... My mother asked me with concern, "How is my son?" Tears in my eyes flowed down like broken beads. My heart is warmed by endless maternal love, and I can't help thinking of Meng Jiao's poem "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring flowers."
I still can't stop crying when I think of the scene of that year. That winter, mother touched me. She warmed my cold heart with selfless love. Maternal love is always great in my heart, and my mother's figure in the snow is engraved in my heart.
Winter is an integral part of warmth. People's laughter sent away autumn and ushered in winter. This winter is much colder than the previous winter, and even the snow elves came to join in the fun and fell from the sky. In a short time, the earth was covered with a big white fur coat.
As the Spring Festival is just around the corner, foreigners working in Guangzhou want to reunite with their families and have a reunion dinner. But things didn't go according to people's wishes. When they were ready to return to their hometown, the snow elves suddenly got in the way and snowflakes kept falling. Because of the heavy snow, most means of transportation can't be used, which is very difficult for those who want to go back to their hometown.
I saw a sea of people at the railway station on TV, and people were waiting for the train to arrive. Some people get sick because they wait too long. It's amazing! In order to help people at the railway station tide over this difficulty, people all over the country took action: some people donated money; Some donated quilts and coats; Others brought a lot of food ... one of them was a retired grandmother in her sixties. On a rainy day, she sent her meager pension to the railway station and fell down on the way, even her clothes were wet. Finally, she realized her wish with a strong will.
Not only we are working hard, but also the police uncles are working hard. Many police uncles are working around the clock: delivering meals to people, sweeping away the accumulated snow on the road and helping people overcome difficulties. Doctors and aunts are also treating patients. I heard that they are too busy to have a rest.
In the snow, busy figure; In the crowded railway station, hardworking figures; Although their faces are full of fatigue, they still stick to their posts.
This difficulty reflects the love and distance between people. In the cold winter, it shows the warmth like spring. In a cold world, a fire appeared, which melted the ice and snow and filled people's hearts with warmth. This is a warm winter.
Winter is very warm. The sunshine in winter is always so secretive and looming. I long for the sunshine in winter and the warmth it brings me.
I am a student in Class 3, Grade 4, Jinghua Primary School. I stayed on campus for four years. Maybe many of my friends have never heard of my school. Although it is not very big, it has all kinds of facilities, including the care of teachers, classmates and principals.
I remember once, it snowed heavily in Hangzhou. When I got up in the morning, I saw that it was covered with snow. On the way to school, I only heard the snow creaking under my feet. When I went to school, I suddenly found many straw mats on the ground. who is it? Pave the road to school early so that you won't slip on snowy days. Walking along the straw mat, I saw the principals coming to the school early, standing at the door and sending the students to the classroom one by one with umbrellas. In winter, I seem to see the first ray of warm sunshine, which makes me feel warm.
In the second quarter, after class every day, it is time to drink milk. In winter, the hot milk sent to the classroom by the school immediately becomes very cold. Teacher Yu in our class always carries a bucket of hot water early to reheat the milk and deliver it to each student. In winter, I see the second ray of warm sunshine, which makes me feel warm.
I remember that Zhang, a classmate of our class in senior one, sprained his foot while climbing the mountain with his mother and couldn't walk. In order not to affect the class, her mother carries him to school every day, and every time she goes to pee during recess, Ms. Yu or her classmates help her to go to the toilet. When he finished his homework and handed it to the teacher for correction, I would also take the initiative to help him hand it over to the teacher, and other students would also take the initiative to help him pour water.
In winter, I saw warm sunshine and care, so that winter is no longer cold.
Winter is very warm. 7. The cold north wind is blowing, accompanied by intermittent Mao Mao rain. The weather forecast constantly broadcasts news and related information about the cold current. Some places are harmed by cold current, leading to the fate of animals freezing to death and plants frostbite, especially aquaculture and crops. Seeing this, I feel that these people are very poor and hard, because their hard work and the price they paid have been swept away under the ruthless destruction of the cold current!
Mother also felt a strong chill, as if she were a robot, busy laying quilts and rummaging through boxes. After a while, I took out a heavy sweater and coat and asked me to put it on quickly. Turn on the electric heater at once so that the temperature in the room can be warmer. Wool socks, gloves and scarves are all released in the mother's familiar and neat movements. I'm going to lose to my mother, because she treats me and my sister as little dolls, wrapped like a fur ball!
I got up early today. Although it is clearly written on the calendar that today is Sunday, we are not interested in going out. My family runs a farm, but there are no guests in this weather. Dad is upset and heartbroken. We dare not say a word for fear of making him angry again. Who knew dad was wrong and asked us whether to buy fairy grass or street tofu pudding? You did a good job. Chiffodil is mom and dad's favorite, and red bean taro is the best choice for my sister. What about me? Tender tofu pudding, plus some fresh ginger juice, with the sweetness of QQ; Wow, this delicious food is the best in the world in the official winter. Today, I really want to shout: "Long live Dad!" "
On the way home, through the window, I saw the chilly picture in the street, and I also felt the chill of everyone hanging their heads and tightening their collars. There are still many people living in poverty. How happy and lucky I am to live a comfortable life. A bowl of ginger and tofu brain makes me feel that I should help those homeless people, so that they can have a home to live in and a relative to rely on. More importantly, let them feel the warmth of the world. ...
Although it is very cold in winter, the thought of that "strange uncle" will make me feel a little warm in spring.
That morning, I was waiting for the bus at the station, and the fluttering snowflakes fell from the air. The street lamp is still slightly on. People are in a hurry. Who wants to stay outside for a while in this damn weather? The biting cold wind roared by, and I kept rubbing my hands and stamping my feet. I can't wait to wrap myself in clothes. Alas! When will spring come? The "Didi Di" bus came, and I came to my senses and got on it. There are not many people, and there are still many seats. When I saw a stranger, I quickly sat there. Why doesn't that man sit down? What are you doing standing there? A series of questions keep appearing in my mind.
Who cares! Maybe people don't want to sit! I made a face at the "strange uncle" standing by the window. At this time, an old woman was getting off the bus and said to the "strange uncle" standing there, "Young man, I'm getting off. You can sit here! Don't stand there, so tired! " Uncle Strange shook his head: "Auntie, I'm not tired." . Grandma sighed and got off the bus. At this time, I am even more confused. Uncle strange stood there, blue with cold and trembling all over. "This man is really a fool!" I thought to myself, the snow outside the window is still falling, the window has been covered with a thick layer of frost, and I wrapped my clothes tighter. Look at that "strange uncle" still standing there, motionless. After a while, Uncle Strange came to see me. What does he want? He is leaving, isn't he? The frost behind him caught my attention. Look at the window again, ah! That ... hole ... The north wind rushed in mercilessly with snowflakes. I looked at the strange uncle's leaving back and seemed to think of something. I stood up, walked to the mouth of the cave, stood there silently, watching the strange uncle leave. The people in the carriage gave him a admiring look.
Winter is very warm. The winter in my hometown is not particularly cold, but after the solstice in winter, the temperature will meet MINUS four or five degrees, with frost and the north wind is stronger, and everyone still feels very cold.
I remember one morning, it was foggy. In order not to catch cold, my mother helped me put on a mask and gloves when I went out, and put her coat beside me.
Dad took me to school. On the way, I saw an old couple walking. Suddenly the old woman fell to the ground, and the old man was so anxious that he shouted, "old woman, old woman!" " What's the matter with you? Dad saw it and ran to see it. Just then, other uncles and aunts ran over and asked with concern, "What's the matter? What's the matter? "
Grandpa choked: "I don't know, she suddenly fell down." One of the aunts asked, "What happened to Auntie?" Grandpa said, "The heart is not good." Auntie said, "Don't.
Straighten up and let aunt lie flat quickly. One of them asked, "Can you do that?" "Aunt said," I am a nurse. "
At this time, my father spread my coat on the ground, and an uncle in a coat also took off his coat and spread it on the ground. Then everyone carried the grandmother to the clothes on the floor. Aunt nurse's hand kept pressing on grandma's chest, and an uncle in a coat called 120.
After about two minutes, the old woman had a slight breathing sound, and the old man quickly shouted, "old woman, old woman!" " Can you hear me calling you? "Grandma nodded his head. Everyone was relieved and the ambulance arrived soon. After my aunt and uncle and my father put grandma in the ambulance, everyone dispersed. Dad picked up the clothes on the ground, patted the dust and put them on for me. I witnessed this scene. Although it is a cold winter, I feel extremely warm. Love makes winter warm!
Speaking of the familiar word "winter", we can't help thinking of the symbol of winter-snow. Speaking of snow, we can't help thinking of the goose feather heavy snow last year. How can I forget that heavy snow?
I remember the first time it snowed, the weather suddenly turned cold, and clouds piled up in the sky one by one. Then, light rain fell from the sky with small snowflakes. Snowflakes are as smooth as jade, as light as fog, and rotate with the wind. They wandered freely, and the earth slowly turned white and silver.
Ah, this snow is unforgettable. ...
Although the temperature is already very low, my heart is gradually warming up! Because I can play in the snow with my friends without any worries.
A day later, the snow stopped. When I opened the window, I saw that the whole earth seemed to be wrapped in a layer of gauze, and it seemed to be shrouded in a layer of silver fog. The sun came out, and under the sunlight, the white snow gave off dazzling light. We walk in the street, just like walking in a crystal city.
The snow in the street is so thick that it will make a "giggle" sound when you step on it, just like a beautiful tune. Children play in the soft snow, some make snowmen, some have snowball fights, some roll around in the snow and enjoy the softness of the snow. Although in the cold winter, we shed warm and pleasant sweat, we took off our "weapons": scarves, gloves and even down jackets.
In the game room, I suddenly found a tree, which still stands despite the bad weather. I can't help thinking of my three friends: the "tall and straight" pine tree, the "vertical and horizontal" bamboo and the plum blossom that heralds spring. Although most plants have withered in the cold winter, they are still full of vitality in the face of severe cold. What a precious spirit!
Winter is warm, happy and unforgettable!
Teacher's brief comment: The seemingly contradictory topics have attracted readers' attention and aroused their interest in reading. Readers returned to the heavy snow in 2008 with the brush strokes of young authors, and felt the unforgettable happiness of their peers.