写冬景（1）
对于一个在北平住惯了的人来说，我的家乡的冬天应是很暖和的吧，生活在舜耕山脚下的我们，是快乐的，幸福的，当秋天的最后一场雨过后，我们就迎来了寒冷的冬天。
听，雪花伴着寒风飘落时，寒风的声音好似在演奏一曲冬之曲；庆祝冬天的到来;看，雪花飘落的身影是那样的轻盈，那是冬天的永恒的象征；走！我带你去探索雪姑娘的足迹，去细细品味空气中腊梅的芬芳……
家乡的冬天是热闹的，一场大雪之后，一片白茫茫，雪，一大片一大片满是的，这时候，淘气的孩子们总会在雪地上留下属于自己的足迹，他们打雪仗，堆雪人，高兴的玩耍着，大人们则笑看着这一切，“
哦！胜利喽！”孩子们欢呼着，当他们摘下帽子时，那头上不断的冒着的热气，真好似大馒头开锅一般；瞧，家乡的冬天也不失生机不是？
家乡的冬天是可爱的，当下过大雪后的家乡重新出现在你眼前时，你会发现舜耕山仿佛在向你招手，雪姑娘好像在向你微笑，云姑娘好像也在庆祝冬天的到来，都在庆祝冬天的到来。
孩子们呢？他们争先恐后地跑向雪地，那小小的身影在雪地上飞奔着，他们高兴地欢呼着“下雪喽，下雪喽！可以打雪仗，堆雪人喽！”瞧，孩子们也在庆祝冬天的到来。
真是可爱的山在可爱的云下，可爱的山下有可爱的孩子，可爱的孩子脚下是可爱的雪，可爱的雪下是可爱的家乡。
家乡的冬天是美丽的，下过雪后，你目之所及全是白色的，山是白色的，树是白色的，大地是白色的，云是白色的，就连房子也因为雪而变白了，这白雪皑皑的雪景，使我想起了一句诗：“燕上雪花大如席，纷纷吹落轩辕台。”
瞧，雪白的舜耕山上有人在爬山，当你爬上山顶时，你会发现到处都是雪白的，那树上，房子上都是雪白雪白的，白的透亮，白的清爽，白的迷人，这样的雪景多美啊！
我爱冬天，更爱家乡的冬天，它是那样美丽，那样可爱，那样迷人，老龙眼的水都舍不得冻上了，看吧，从上往下看吧，一切都是那么白亮，清爽，整个的活像一块水晶，这个水晶里包着灰屋顶，舜耕山和我们的学校。
这就是家乡的冬天，我爱家乡的冬天。
写冬景（2）
早晨，我拉开窗帘，看见一层厚厚的冰花，有的像玫瑰，还有的像森林，中间有一条弯弯的小道……美丽极了！
我走出家门，看见地上覆盖了厚厚的雪，像给大地穿上的衣服。
树木失去了以前的光彩，变的光秃秃的`，但是雪在树上像开了梅花一样，真美丽呀！我想，过了今年那些树就会又长出叶子的，所以我不难过。房上的草没有了，却有了一层雪花，让屋顶变成白色的屋顶，像一个小雪屋。它好美丽啊！小河变成了滑冰场，一群高兴的孩子来这里滑冰，他们滑的可真好。
整个冬天太美丽了，不管是哪里都很美！
写冬景（3）
It seems that the autumn that farmers love has left the earth. It seems that winter in the south is coming.
Winter in the south will not be as cold as the winter in the north. It will only give people a warm feeling. In the winter of the south, it is not possible to lay a snow-white fur coat on the uncle, only to let the leaves fall in the rich soil; In the winter of the south, the road will not be covered with a white carpet, but will make the road more cars honking and people Shouting; Winter in the south won't... Remember, the only thing missing in the winter in the south is snow, which is peculiar to the north. Winter in the south never snows, so winter in the south is not as cold as winter in the north. The winter in the south is more gentle than the winter in the north, and will never bring the grass to wither and die with the cold.
I don't like winter, not for other, just because too cold, let me think it was wonderful and lively world become so rigid, the whole world is mywood closed her eyes and quietly hibernation. Stood at the window set eyes looked out of the window, the leaves on the trees is not lost, but the trees look so haggard, street upside and few vehicles, occasionally hear some laughter, but just for a second, all dying moment. The sound of the car whizzing by and the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sleep.
I waited silently, waiting for the winter's past. I waited silently, waiting for the arrival of spring...
写冬景（4）
Spring is lively, summer is vigorous, autumn is poetic, and winter is the most beautiful of the four seasons.
Winter is beautiful, beautiful in the crystal clear ice. The clear water formed ice, cold, slippery, like a piece of crystal clear. The ice in winter is also polymorphic. The north wind of the bone-bones is grinding the ice into exquisite handicrafts. There are diamonds, stone Bridges, and stone tables. Appreciate the rest, you will sigh the wonderful nature.
Winter is beautiful, beautiful in that pure white snow. That dreamlike snowflake, always in you inadvertently floating down. In a moment, the earth became a fantasy world of makeup and jade: on the hillside, on the roof, there was a thick blanket. The trees were full of fluffy silver bars and snow balls, and they were very solemn. The grass also drills down under the blanket and sleeps until next year. Before your eyes, it is a white, peaceful and distant city, and people can't bear to destroy it. A puppy ran quickly through the snow, leaving a string of "little plum blossoms". "A rich year! Next year is sure to be another bumper year. The farmer's uncle smiled happily, and their mind seemed to have shown a happy harvest.
Where there is snow, there will always be joy. There will always be children. Whenever the snow stopped, I would invite my friends, split into two groups, to play the game of snowball fights. We had the flexibility to hide and hide and throw snowballs at each other from time to time. We laughed and laughed and laughed as we watched the other person get hit.
Winter, though less than the spring, not the vitality of summer, less than the poetry of autumn, but is my favorite season, because it is the source of beauty, the joy of crystallization!
写冬景（5）
When people are still sleeping, when people are still learning to work, when people look at the sky together, the snow is silent.
At first, people thought it was a naughty child's prank. But when the flakes fell on their heads, they knew that the snow was coming. Some outsiders say it is not easy to see snow in this temperate zone. But it's not easy. In the winter, she is the symbol of sanctity, pure fragrance, in the winter may no longer have the hip-hop sound of children, he will always be at home to fire, their prank will also open this. Take the snow home, take the people on the body, and make the adults "cold sweat".
Winter, but the beauty that looks cold, actually also have the side of tenderness, also have its existence reason. Winter, she is the symbol of holiness, when snow and ice crossed the threshold of winter, the whole world is frozen north. The lake and the river were covered with a thick layer of ice, and the house was silent in the snow, and the mounds and the tankan were intoxicated in the silver light. As the moon light is aspersed, branches as pear flower bloom, murmuring "catkin float in the air, to swim," fantastic "angel's feathers from the sky", the whole world into the snow, to get drunk.
The deep, silent winter, like a silent danqing. The quiet birch forest with the Snow White, with the silver white world of the season.
The snow is covered with the deep earth, mothballed how many lives of joy, the footprints of the years. And above snow, the white cloud floating in the distance, so carefree, as ethereal, between quietly, away from dust, thrown to the ends of the earth and, in the cold sky, PiaoYe with its share of the pure spirit in in the winter, the beautiful.
I closed my eyes and let the snow fall on my body, in the forest, on the ground. It is a kind of unworldly and ethereal feeling. When you stand in the snow, light goods in the winter when the qingling, as if, quietly in the white birch forest floating a very beautiful, very beautiful song. About the winter, the birch, the snow. The song floats through the trees, floats past the four seasons, floats to a great distance, far away...
A song is wandering in the heart, the snow, the rhyme in winter. The quiet, the clear spirit of the snow, dotted with light years and quiet life.
The snow is full of snow. With a handful of snow, the snow is spreading to the winter, so that the qingling, sprinkling to the four seasons, sprinkling to the years of the year...
写冬景（6）
Winter is coming. In the winter, tread softly and white snow, gently set foot in the snow.
Winter, like an angel, all white, a very love clean angel. She is in charge of the winter and the warmth of winter.
Winter is not good, perhaps, because it is always shaking. Maybe in winter, it's nice because it snows.
Look! The dwarf pine on the hill was more and more black, with a pile of white flowers on the top of the tree, all white at the top of the hill, and a silver edge to the blue sky. On the hillside, there are some places where the snow is thicker, and in some places the grass is leaking. So, a white, a dark yellow, to the mountain to put on a water pattern. Looking at it, the suit seems to let the wind blow, to let you see more beautiful mountain skin. By the time the sun was setting, the yellowish sunlight slanted over the mountainside, and the thin snow seemed suddenly shy and slightly pink. It's snowing.
In the morning, the winter fog was over. Immediately after the fog, a strange sight appeared, and on the pine needles lay thick white frost like white autumn chrysanthemum; That leaves the leaves of the deciduous trees covered with snow, just like the skeletons of Bai Yuzhuo tree, weeping willow silver floats, bush became white coral, various, linger, mysterious, like in the fairy tale world.
The sound of the alarm woke the people from their dreams. Look at the warm quilt, and look out the window of the cold wind, really reluctant. My coat, my foot on the snow, and the cold breath of my breath in my mouth, I can't help but shudder. The pure snowflakes flutter in the wind, falling on their clothes, on the floor, on the walls... The tree was covered with new white clothes, and the walls were covered with white quilts... The snowflakes fell gently on mother earth, as if she did not want the mother earth to be cold, and gave mother earth a clean quilt. The heavy and dirty schoolbag has been refreshed, more pure and beautiful than just bought.
Winter, the beautiful winter, our group of newly excavated seedlings, looked up to the rainbow in the rainbow, a magnificent blueprint for the future of the motherland, took the knowledge of the brush to paint, to add color. Lang lang read aloud a wave of high waves, we did not waste this white jade winter, did not waste this golden time.
写冬景（7）
Into the jinan, jinan then experience winter, will definitely make you with emotion: "jinan winter was so good, here is gentle, quiet, and beauty is everywhere, beautiful!" Yes, this is jinan, there is no scorching sun, always overflow with gentle and gentle. The landscape is full of the joy of life and gentle protection.
The winter in jinan always brings endless joy to children. When the snowflakes flutter to the ground with the wind, they slowly gather and become white snow. The children, in their thick cotton-padded coats and warm gloves, ran together in the snow, laughing and rolling out of one big snowball after another, making a lovely snowman doll. Together with the snow fight, the snow ball in the sky across the arc line, that is the children squinting their eyes, enjoying the winter brings them joy. When the children's bodies are full of the snow that is left behind, they will giggle with satisfaction. The white snow left behind the children's happy tracks.
The winter in jinan always brings beauty to the people. This is a world of powder makeup jade, the snowflakes dancing in the sky, they are different, the wind is their accompaniment "shout, shout." The snowflakes whirled quietly in the air, then slowly fell to the ground to embrace the comrades who had reached the land. These white flakes of snow float, silently decorated jinan. On the ground is white snow, winter girl, commander snow, gently laid a layer of Snow White and soft carpet. Looking across, a Snow White, like the fairyland in fairytale.
The winter in jinan is full of the aroma of plum blossoms. Someone said, "winter is not only beautiful, but also cruel." Winter does have the beauty of a fairyland, but the flowers wither. But at this time, there is a kind of flower that can withstand the wind chill, strong standing proudly in the harsh winter. It is the plum blossom that is proud of frost. It has a unique light fragrance, but its fragrance is through the torture of the wind and rain, to give out the fragrance. This kind of flower is often in jinan park, its quality is worth our study.
This is the winter in jinan, where the children's laughter, the beautiful scenery and the quality of our study. I love jinan, this lovely land!
写冬景（8）
The autumn of the fragrance of gold is past, the cold is threatening, the winter of the flowers withering is heavy footsteps to approach us.
In winter, it is the season of flowers fading, but the brave laba flowers grow buds in the cold wind and make the most beautiful flowers in winter. In winter, the trees are asleep, but the pine tree is still standing in the wind and snow.
Early in the morning, I pulled the curtain aside and was stunned by the sight. It turned out that the Windows were covered with ice, and the ice flowers were very interesting! Some are like the mighty rivers, some like towering mountains, these ice flowers make up a world of makeup jade.
At noon, after dinner, I went out of the door, I saw snow in underground, the foot is a centimeter thick, I called brother, let him help rolling a snowball, I use "big move" solution, in a short time was rolling a snowball, snowman "head", then, I again find carrots, buttons and stick these tools, I used to these things, my brother also put the snowman's body is assembled, I press the button into a snowball when "eyes" on both sides, and below the carrot is embedded into the "eyes", as a "nose", put a stick ed below the snowball, when the "arm", in the end, I picked up also, cover on the snowball, a lifelike made a snowman. I can't believe my eyes, so realistic snowman is out of his own hands.
At night, the snow stopped, I hurried out, hope you can look at my snowman last, however, accident always happen in my head, and blunt go out, see my snowman was blown apart, a beautiful snow turned into a heap of rubbish in a twinkling of an eye, is really sad! And my art career ended.
I love winter, I hope the winter will never pass, if the past, then I wait for the arrival of spring.
写冬景（9）
I like my hometown, in winter, the white scenery, let me like to do not want to leave.
In winter, snowflakes are dancing in the air. Countless flakes of snow fell on the roof, laying a white blanket on the roof to give the roof a good night's sleep.
Snowflake fell to the ground, that has countless again at this time of the land is like cotton candy, stepping on one feet, just leave a footprint shape, this let me to step up, destroy themselves to the land of daydream.
There are countless snowflakes fall on the roof, after melting under the "incentive" of cold air, they decide to be strong, so they put their armed as handfuls of sword like ice, hanging on the roof, can be dangerous, but I still love it, love it that "no one can enemy" imposing manner!
Have innumerable the snowflake fell on the tree, the side by side in the front yard, some trees is pure white, Lou in the outside part of the "hidden" part of the inside remains "youth", are still green. More beautiful than the whole green of a tree: half hidden, half exposed; Half green, half white.
There are countless snowflakes falling into the fields, and the green fields of wheat are now turning into white cotton fields.
And countless flakes of snow fell on the clothes of the passers-by, and they were wrapped up in the "snow-white" clothes, just like the snowmen made by little children. The people were walking hard in the icy cold wind, looking so clumsy and more like a snowman.
These fun scene, attracts me let me spontaneously took to the "cotton" to see the snow in the "little painter" works, they are painted with the feet of oh - puppy plum flower paintings, the chicken of bamboo painting...
At this moment, a snowflake fell into my hand, causing my infinite reverie...
写冬景（10）
When it comes to winter in my hometown, I can't help mentioning the snow and ice. The ice gives us a special sense of satisfaction -- yes, no snow, can it be winter? When the snow elves came, they flew like feathers, falling on trees, on houses, on vegetable fields, on rivers, and on every northeast man's heart: another winter came! Less than a meal. The ground is covered with a layer. At this time, the children would shout, rush out of the house, jump and run in the snow, it seems that this beautiful winter is our children. When I was young, I used to make snowmen and snowball fights with my little friends. At that time, my strength was small, and I still had a lot of snow in the day, but we still had a day in the snow. Growing up, sometimes I would sit quietly by the window sill, silently watching the snow, watching the snow slowly decorate the landscape to silver; Sometimes I would walk out of the room and look up and feel the cool feeling of the snowflakes on my face. I would put out my hands and then the crystal clear snowflakes, watching her melt slowly in my hand. The snow in my hometown, that's enough!
Speaking of the winter in my hometown, I can't help mentioning the sour pork and pork soup. Take the pickled cabbage, make a bit of fat pork (the lean meat we do not want, the fat meat also do not eat, just lend flavor), put a little seasoning, a pot of north most characteristic dish is ready. Once upon a time, it was a family sitting on a fire bed, drinking steaming hot, fragrant soup of pickled cabbage. Now now, if it is in their hometown, I think our family in the winter, must have been sitting in the warm house, eating mom's pickled cabbage soup, watching the beautiful snow out of the window, talking our favorite topic!
But in the winter of the south, there was no snow, no sour soup, no heating in the house, and shivering in the room.
In this way, I miss my hometown more, and the winter that made me dream!
写冬景（11）
Winter grandpa sent away the cold of the earth, spring girl stepped on the light footsteps to the world. The scenery of spring is very beautiful, like a vivid picture.
The spring sunshine is very bright, the spring girl opened a smiling face, the sun, the red light beam comes, the gentle touch you, like the young mother's hand.
With the spring girl's brisk pace, the green grass, break the earth and out, secretly from the soil, tender, green. In the park, you can see these hardy grasses everywhere.
In this warm season, in the woods, many trees are full of bright flowers; Everyone refused to meet, red, yellow, white, purple, all kinds of flowers really like a beautiful flower bed. A great many butterflies and bees smelled the flowers and flew around in the air.
In the woods, many birds fly in free joy, happy, then sing and crisp sweet, warm spring breeze the river, the river suddenly was a sweet, beautiful flute challenge, look, a group of naughty children are made of willow stem LiuDi! They blew the happiness and joy out of their hearts.
The rain in spring is soft, and spring rain is beating on bamboo branches and bamboo leaves. The rain sometimes fell in a straight line, and then it drifted in the wind, leaving smoke, like fog, such as yarn, like the figure of the silk, the splash of rain as if it were the beating notes of the piano, playing a beautiful melody.
In the sky, how to be colorful, dazzling? Ah, the children are flying kites. Under the light of the blue sky and white clouds, all kinds of kites fluttered freely and soared. What a pleasant sight!
Ah, everything in spring seems so lively.
Ah, how beautiful the spring is! Let's feel the beauty of nature with our heart.
写冬景（12）
Spring is a cheerful and lively little song; Summer is a noisy and hurried ensemble; Autumn is a melodious music. What kind of music is that winter? I decided to go to nature to find out.
The south. Walking on the mountain road, I found that the surroundings were not as bleak as I thought. Maybe it was south. The trees around them were just a few leaves, and the leaves, though yellow, were still thick. The evergreen pine is even more green. But look at these few leaves and those thick but faded yellow leaves, but still give people a vicissitudes of sadness. Oh, the winter rhythm contains a few thick melancholy.
On the street, the pedestrians hurried and the traffic, but the faces under their jackets were always a little tired, as if they were anxious to go home. When I saw this, could not help yawning. Oh, the winter rhyme with a light languid drowsiness.
The night was deep but still tumultuous. Reclining on the sofa, turning on the heat, the remote control of the TV, watching the absolutely hilarious "crayon small new". Listening to the sound of the car horns and the animated characters on TV, there is no reason for it. A warm feeling of love comes to mind. Oh, the rhythm of winter carries a sweet feeling.
The north. Although I am a southerner, it is easy to imagine the situation in the northern part of the country: snow falling, beautiful crystal snowflakes dancing in the air, elegant and graceful. That's a good sign! A good harvest is the promise of a good harvest. Then the grown-ups were in a good mood to sit around the stove and talk. The children ran wild with joy: snowball fights, snowmen, skiing, and so on. They laughed merrily, and the air was full of their carefree laughter. Um...... It seems that there is no lack of happiness and laughter in the winter rhythm.
Uh...... It seems that winter should be a tortuous, sad and happy, colorful piano music!
写冬景（13）
The winter girl stepped into the world with a light step, and the wind came out to meet her, and the wind of "huo, huo" blew up, indicating that there was a new surprise in this beautiful season.
Look, miss dong has given us a gift for a year. The spotless hexagonal pieces were like the spirits falling into the world. Their lithe and petite body, with white clothes, like a crystal butterfly flying in the air. They swept over the land with overwhelming force. Everything was dyed white. The broad road, which had long been embraced by winter messengers, was like a quilt covering the mother earth, and it was good for the crops in the fields. The insects that wintered in the fields had long since died, and the gentle messenger, like the mother, said to the seed, "go to sleep, little baby, and you will grow better in the coming year." They are like a piece of goose feather, the joy of people and the greeting of the winter girl, the wind is flying, the winter information to all the people.
Look, the messenger wants to stay in the sky for a while longer, it wiggles its thin body, fluttering and dancing, silently. Flying up to high, looking curiously at the silver world; Then he tried to get close to other siblings; In a moment, he fell into a mischievous landing. Look, that pair of twin sisters, hugging tightly together, seems to want to use their body to warm each other.
Winter's messenger showed the beauty of winter with his short life. It is light, but it breaks the branches; It is small, but it can contribute to people; It is very naughty, but it wins people's love; It turns into water droplets in a flash, but no regrets.
It is something that cannot be replaced by something else; It is the masterpiece of winter girl and the gift of nature to people. So I like it, the messenger of winter dancing in the sky in white.
写冬景（14）
秋姑娘与我们不告而别，冬姐姐虽然来临了，但冬天并没有完全来，秋天的气息依然存在。
蛇开始冬眠，雁群纷纷飞往温暖的南方过冬，树木并没有变成“秃头”，仍旧和秋天一样——黄的、红的.叶子像美丽的蝴蝶一样缓缓飘落下来，为大地妈妈织了一件漂亮的毛衣。一排排的松树挺立在小山上，它们身上还是披着绿装，不畏严寒，一动不动地站在那儿，似乎是坚强的哨兵在站岗。
太阳公公有时候会抛开云朵，照耀着大地，温暖着我们；有时候害羞地躲在云朵后，不敢出来。让我们一会儿穿得很厚，一会儿又开始松衣服，和秋天一模一样，成了“乱穿衣”的季节。
初冬就是冬姐姐的一场梦，既没有春妹妹的多彩，也没有秋姑娘的丰富。不同的是，它是一片淡黄，犹如一幅山水画，让人留恋忘返。初冬和深秋差不了多少，它们都像一位美丽而高贵的公主，舞动着神奇的面纱，送来阵阵凉风。
写冬景（15）
不畏严寒，既没有春妹妹的多彩，它们都像一位美丽而高贵的公主，蛇开始冬眠，送来阵阵凉风，它们身上还是披着绿装，舞动着神奇的面纱，犹如一幅山水画，树木并没有变成“秃头”。
温暖着我们；有时候害羞地躲在云朵后，初冬和深秋差不了多少，秋天的气息依然存在，不敢出来， 秋姑娘与我们不告而别，但冬天并没有完全来，成了“乱穿衣”的季节，让人留恋忘返，照耀着大地，冬姐姐虽然来临了，一排排的松树挺立在小山上，为大地妈妈织了一件漂亮的毛衣，似乎是坚强的哨兵在站岗，雁群纷纷飞往温暖的南方过冬，让我们一会儿穿得很厚，它是一片淡黄，仍旧和秋天一样——黄的、红的叶子像美丽的蝴蝶一样缓缓飘落下来。
不同的是，初冬就是冬姐姐的一场梦，太阳公公有时候会抛开云朵，和秋天一模一样，一动不动地站在那儿，也没有秋姑娘的丰富，一会儿又开始松衣服。
写冬景（16）
冬天像一个小精灵，活泼地来到了这个大地上，她带来了寒风、雪花、冰……?
寒风吹过，人们穿起了大衣；小鸟飞向南方；动物们冬眠了；小花藏到了地下……冬天小精灵走过的地方都变了：她跳过小溪，原来欢乐流淌的小溪冻成了冰；她走过树林，原本绿油油的叶子落在了地上；她走向动物园林，正在做游戏的小动物睡觉了；最后走向城市，原来穿着漂亮裙子的小朋友穿上了厚厚的大衣，正在池里游泳的成人也被迫上了岸……?
雪花飘飘，不一会儿大地就成了白雪世界。北风呼啸，鹅毛般的雪花纷纷扬扬地落下来。像变魔术似的变成了一群群可爱的白衣天使，轻盈地向我们飞来。白衣天使变成了白衣仙子，一身洁白，把白被子轻轻地盖在了大地上。她舞动着白裙子，飘曳在空中。人们踩上去，咯咯作响，好像弹奏着交响曲。?
冬天真美，冬天的景色与众不同，我喜欢冬天！?
写冬景（17）
“一片白雪满乾坤，犹如银毯在地生。瑞雪丰年冬景好，洁白无瑕独自成。”
转眼间便是冬天了，好怀念以前冬天的雪景。天地间一片白雪皑皑，窗外街道上铺满了积雪，行人路过，走在积雪上，发出阵阵“咔哧，咔哧”的响声。瞬间，白色的“地毯”上踩出了一行行脚印。小区里的几棵松树却不畏严寒，仍傲骨迎风地挺立在那儿，好似站岗放哨，守卫边疆的战士。
冬天是宁静的，大地上除了雪，还是雪，满眼望去，尽是一片银白，犹如一位画家的一幅画卷，银装素裹，白光耀眼。小动物们纷纷躲在家中，惧怕外面天寒地冻。小朋友们也都窝在家中取暖。大人们也无一例外，享受着室内的温暖，同时也观赏着窗外的雪景。屋外，白茫茫的一片，除了呼啸而过的北风，没有其他人的踪迹。
“窗外屋檐积层雪，散学儿童尽开颜。”虽然冬天是宁静的，但却也有许多乐趣，一些小朋友在外面堆雪人，打雪仗……他们嬉戏打闹，玩得不亦乐乎。他们互帮互助的身影感动了呼啸的北风;他们满面春风的笑容融化了冰冷的积雪;他们欢快的歌声更是传遍了小区的每个角落。
冬雪下起时，如万只银蝶翩翩起舞，又似千片棉絮飘然而下。虽然雪中夹杂着北风，但还是令人无比心驰神往。
冬天没有春天绚烂，没有夏天壮美，没有秋天明丽，但我喜欢他的雪，那净化大地的雪。我爱冬天的雪，更爱冬雪那用自己的身躯去净化，掩埋大地凹陷的精神。
写冬景（18）
300字写冬景的作文：那年冬天景色没变
又是一个冬天，我在院子里，捧起雪撒向天空，一遍遍重复着天女散花的动作，"我最喜欢假期了，由其是可以奢侈的每天玩雪，我是撒雪的天使"那时的我天真，可爱.但不知这场打击正处于倒计时...
"皓～"你进来我有话跟你说.听着妈妈悦耳的声音我又蹦又跳的跑进屋!我不想打扫身上的雪，因为我一会儿还要玩，我刚进门妈妈就开口了，(她第一次这样直白的和我说)"皓～ 最近学习怎样?" "那当然...-_- 一般般"我很会自找趣味.可是妈她的表情没向我想的那样，然后冷冰冰的对我说出至今令我记忆犹新的一句话"我送你去赤峰怎么样?""啊～" 寂静...无语..
然后飞奔出家门
那年的雪格外大，随着咯吱咯吱的脚步，雪上浮现了我走过的痕迹，思想 迷茫...混乱...
自从那时我变了，孤独，无聊，沉默，不再天真，不在可爱，就是有人说我可爱那也只是外包装，内心残酷，冰冷，无情.我知道我无论怎样爱我的家，怎样爱我的同学，怎样爱我深爱的人，我都无法变回原来的我.我在那度过了美好的童年，但我终不属于那里.
大雪不仅掩埋了我的脚印，还掩埋了旧时的记忆，掩埋了那时的我，不愿再回首，不愿在想起.我毕竟已不是从前……
屋外依旧是漫天的飞雪，而我再没心情玩雪.
写冬景（19）
写冬景的400字作文篇1那些树，把所有的叶子都给秋天带走了;把所有的花都给秋天带走了;也把所有的果实都给秋天带走了，惟有那一身清瘦的枝干还在这片苍凉的原野上耸立着，如刀枪剑戟一般指着天空……这就是冬天的树!不会为黎明意外飞临的一群鸽子而狂喜，也再不会为黄昏离去的落日而伤悲了。他们守着那片脚下的土地，无论肥沃还是贫瘠，无论深厚还是浅薄，一样的从容，一样的豁达，这也像极了那些年届不惑的男人，他们在一次一次经历了人世间的生离死别、悲欢离合以后，再也不会因为任何人世间的大起大落而大悲大喜，大忧大患了。他们可以尽情地享受头顶上那片属于自己天空里的阳光;也可以完全承受得起属于自己那片天空里的腥风苦雨。
树的骨感犹如拔剑出鞘，犹如图穷见匕，犹如苍鹰展翅……感的是一种气势，感的是一种力量，感的是一种侠情义胆;而女人的骨感犹如风摆杨柳，犹如昭君出塞，犹如黄莺轻啼……感的是一种柔弱，感的是一种忧郁，感的是一种千娇百媚。
写冬景的400字作文篇2鸟语花香的春天，骄阳似火的夏天，秋高气爽的秋天，而令我向往的是冬天!
冬天是个童话般的世界。下雪了，漫天飞舞的雪花大片大片地从空中飘落下来，好似“天女散花”。那雪花香鹅毛，像银花，又像千万只白蝴蝶在空中飞舞。屋顶上盖着一层厚厚的‘棉被’，窗户上也落下了雪花的‘足迹’。学越下越大，它为大地编织了一条洁白的地毯。路旁后的树木也穿上了“棉袄”，哦!真是“忽如一夜春风来，千树万树梨花开”。
雪停了，小伙伴们迫不及待地走出家门。顷刻间，洁白的雪花就成了孩子们手中的“手榴弹”，我把雪团扔在小伙伴的身上，嘿!那个人身上顿时开除了一朵雪白的花儿，真是太有趣了。我们把雪花儿堆成一个憨态可掬的雪人，让他蹲在孩子们的中间，咧着嘴顽皮地笑着。
冬天是个神秘的季节。早晨，淡淡的晨雾弥漫在天地间，仿佛给大地披上了一层洁白的轻纱，多么壮观呀!晨雾像个淘气的娃娃，他和人们玩 捉迷藏的游戏，当人们捉不到他时，他便得意的‘哈哈大笑’。晨雾像一位魔术师，在风的抚摸下变得飘忽不定，使人们觉得飘然欲仙，恍然进入了人间仙境。
啊!冬天是有趣的，冬天是美丽的。我爱你冬天!
写冬景的400字作文篇3冬天风景如画，我好爱冬天!
到了冬天，天气很冷，许多人是不是有这样的想法：冬天就坐在床上看书或者玩，反正就是不出去。到了冬天，我却哭着喊着要出去玩，特别是下雪之后，外面的世界是白茫茫的一片，可美了。我爱冬天，正是因为这个。
冬天虽然很冷，但是它冷的有特点，不像其他时候，就算冷，也不会特别冷，也不会飘下鹅毛大雪，也不会大雪纷飞，外面的世界，也不会像冬天一样，到处冰天雪地，到处白茫茫的。到处都是一片寂静。
当然了，冬天也有一个特别充满欢笑的时间，那也是大雪下完以后，那个时候，小朋友们都出来玩。有的堆雪人;有的打雪仗;有的穿上自己的溜冰鞋，在冰上溜冰;有的人因为没有溜冰鞋，故意穿上一双不防滑的鞋在冰上溜冰……你看，他们多看心啊!即使自己的衣服湿了，也会若无其事的拍拍衣服，继续玩。溜冰的小朋友们可经常摔跤，特别是那些技术还不熟练的小朋友，摔了一跤又一跤，好可怜哦。他们有时趴在地上哭，有时就会拍拍衣服接着玩，真有意思!
我爱冬天，我爱下雪，我爱雪景。