晚会开场白写冬天下雪的英语作文

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、< /p>

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