2021年1月23日发(作者：craft)
写冬天下雪的英语作文

篇一：冬至前的雪作文


Winter, cold, without a trace of interest;
on that afternoon, we were still in math class, interesting, and came
quietly.


This kind of taste is very cold, but it is enough to exhilarate its
name - snow.


That day afternoon, the rain, rain on the stairs out the door, I
was
in
the
classroom,
with
clothes.
Although
there
was
a
math
class, I had no idea to listen to it again. Cold! After a while, the rain
was a little bigger, and the rain had white particles in the rain. At
first, nobody noticed, who did not know, and the observation was so
careful that it snowed!


So,
I
put
my
eyes
out
of
the
window,
really,
it
snowed!
The
snow in the rain, the snowflakes fluttered and falling, how beautiful!
Everyone
exclamations
uncontrollably!
Class,
the
students
all
run
out of the classroom, enjoy the beautiful scenery, snow fell to the
ground
quickly
into
the
rain.
The
snowflakes
falling
in
my
hands
were quick.


The white snow fell on the trees at the door of the classroom
and soon changed them to new clothes. Snow white, also make the
heart
lung
wash
Fei
people
cheerful
heart,
everyone
became
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excited!


Snow, come in a hurry, go also in a hurry, the two lessons are
more,
the
snow
has
stopped,
I
think
it
can
be
snow
for
the
next
night! Second days of beauty, but the snow in Wuhan is like this, or
the next day or night, or not for a moment, too short. However, the
snow
time
can
not
be
counted,
every
time
after
the
snow
on
the
ground, the roof of the building will feel a lot of clean.


This is all the credit of the snow.


This
time,
the
snow
seemed
to
come
and
go
quickly
without
leaving traces of silk. Actually, they left many, though there was no
snow, but the snow on the ground still cleaned many dirty things.
Every time you walk through the grass in the District, it's dirty water
and mud on the ground, but after the snow, the grass is like a turf
on the grass, and it's clean as clean as it is!


What is the snow? It is the gift that nature gives us; what is the
snow? It is the beautifying engineer of the earth.


It is different, not only clean the ground, sometimes it can also
wash Fei people's hearts.


篇二：
我爱冬天的雪作文


我喜欢万物复苏的春天，
喜欢 绚丽
多彩的夏天，
喜欢五谷丰登的秋天，
不过最喜欢的是白雪皑皑的冬天。



深秋带着苍凉，带着哀叹，带着无奈匆匆地走了，冬爷爷乘着呼
呼的西北 风飞速而来，他像一个神奇的魔术师，将手轻轻向上一挥，
看，天空变成灰蒙蒙的，一片片洁白的雪花纷 纷扬扬，飘飘洒洒地落
下来，
晶莹的雪花时而一团团地随风旋转，
像一只只白色的蝴蝶 在天
空中翩翩起舞，
像一朵朵白色的梨花从天空中洒落下来，
像白天鹅抖
落的 片片羽毛……雪越下越大，
四周像拉起了白色的帐篷，
大地立刻
变得银装素裹。我不禁 想起一句诗“忽如一夜春风来，千树万树梨花
开”真美呀！宽阔的马路变成了一条银色的长河，汽车成了 刚出炉的
新鲜奶油蛋糕。
落光了叶子的柳树上，
成了毛茸茸、
亮晶晶的银条儿 ；
松树和柏树，堆满了蓬松松、沉甸甸的雪球。



雪停了，天晴 了，太阳出来了，暖暖的阳光照在茫茫的雪地上，
反射出耀眼的光芒。凉爽的空气更加清新，我深深地吸 一口，感觉心
旷神怡，浑身舒服极了。宽阔的操场上仿佛盖上了厚厚的棉被，同学
们穿着五颜六 色的棉衣兴致勃勃地在雪地上尽情地玩着“天女散花”
、
“打雪仗”
、
“堆雪 人”等游戏，
我和几个同学躺在软绵绵的地上滚来滚去，
好玩极了。一群低年级的小同学们，他 们在雪地上走来走去发出“咯
吱、咯吱”的响声，一边走一边好奇地回头看着身后留下的那一串串
调皮的小脚。操场简直成了个儿童乐园，欢声笑语在校园上空回旋、
飘荡。



我爱冬天的雪，
它不但美化了我们的城市；
还给我们带来了无穷
的 快乐！



篇三：冰雪之爱作文


One



can not stand. She got into her father's arms. Ah, it's warm!


Asked bing'er suddenly:


The father of ice said:
food for us, over a period of time will be able to see the mother.


Two


After half a month, a cold morning, several shadow suddenly
appeared
on
the
sea
level,
gradually
turned
into
a
piece
of
ice,
asked:






did not come, father anxious, ice is also very anxious. They waited
for another afternoon, and her mother still didn't come.


Three


My father took the ice to find them from the direction of. Finally,
hard work pays off, the mother lying on an ice floe, mouth closed,
motionless. Dad understood that she was really out.


Dad fell in tears and tears on her body, but no matter how sad
the penguin father was, she would never wake up again.


Four


Ice
suddenly
cried
father
said:

this
piece
of
ice......
How many... A few strange... Sign, this is mom... Did Mommy leave
it?


Dad
ran,
at
a
glance,
this
is
they
used
to
communicate
symbols. He read,
the food in my belly and cut my stomach open, and you and your
daughter have food. Remember to take good care of ice......


Dad can't read it, he's already tearful...


Postscript


The
father
of
the
penguin
took
care
of
her
daughter
in
accordance with his wife's words, but he had no heart to open her
belly.
He
buried
her
on
the
iceberg.
She
never
stopped
at
an
iceberg, fixed in the father and the heart of ice......


篇四：新年迎新雪作文


This
morning,
I
was
not
willing
to
wake Grandpa, opened his dim eyes, inadvertently glanced out of
the window, and so on, I am not confused? How can it be white? I
rubbed
my
eyes
and
confirmed
that
I
didn't
see
it
wrong.
It
was
snow! I jumped three feet high:


Walk on the way to school, looked at a piece of white crystal
snow, they feel like a life, a bit like a beautiful and pure spirit, and
beautiful
dance,
dropping
from
the
sky,
the
earth
covered
with
a
layer of white quilt, which drops of dew moistens not sprouting new
talent.


The
bigger
the
snow
went
down,
I
had
to
go
out
with
an
umbrella.
But
this
still
can't
stop
the
footsteps
of
the
elves.
They
blows to my face to buy my warm cheeks and instantly into a small
drop of water. I watched carefully the snowflakes that had not yet
been completely melted. As I saw, I was stunned: every snowflake
is crystal clear, and the edges and corners are clear, which is the
greatest gift of God to mankind.


The snow on the ground has accumulated a thin layer, Snow
gleams white., step up the soft. Although not a snowman, but can
be twisted into a ball, which is a snowball fight. This is the morning,
there is no companion on the road, or I must have a good time with
him.


The
snow,
originally
snow
white,
was
trampled
by
messy
footsteps. I didn't know when it had stopped. I looked at the snow,
and I felt very sorry.


201x's snow is not understood. This has the expectation and
blessing of the people!


篇五：冬至之雪作文


Zherong
is a small town on the
map
wandering between the equator and the Tropic of cancer. There is
no real winter here, there is no snow, only cold.


However, in that vague year, there was a snow, a bright snow.


It was like the sound of the heavenly drum, but it just dropped
down to the little gift from the world. A snow fell and accumulated.
Finally,
it
was
covered
with
layers
of
layers,
and
covered
the
footprints on your feet.


The
September
osmanthus
bloom
over
the
land
was
buried,
the star point snow like heaven held fireworks exploding celebration,
with
a
month of
pure
light, scattered
in
the
world,
covered
with a
roof, the trees, even the nest.


In the dim light in winter, I saw a dim figure, hand, snowflake
falls
gently
into
the
micro
warm
hands.
The
long,
melted,
and
melted.


I quietly walked up and learn the way you feel the hand palm
from a cold, and a drop of sweat palm gradually combined into a
pool of water, look in your eyes and smile.


The buddies are excited to celebrate, snowball fights, did not
pay attention to this side of the snow we lick. The beauty of the ice
melts on the tongue, the cold feeling out of the warm air, with a hint
of sweet in taste buds in.


The night is deep, and the people are scattered. After leaving,
your shadow that is blurred by the heavy snow is small and light.
Finally, it becomes a small black spot and vanishes in my sight.


A cold wind blows me into the bed, looking forward to the snow
of tomorrow.


On the second day, the snow stopped, and there was a vast
expanse of white, and
the white stretched out on the ground. My
eyes can touch the horizon, but no longer your shadow, a little loss