winter

"Huh-huh--" Winter's grandson's messenger has come quietly to the world. It shouted with a big voice: "Winter grandfather is coming! Winter grandfather is coming!" After a while, Winter Grandpa swung at a light pace, jumped, and followed the world. Winter, grass, withered, not as green as ever, turned gray-yellow, like a layer of carpet; the tree, lost the gracefulness of the past, not as green as the trees, the leaves fell from the tree, Like a butterfly flying, the wind blows, the dead branches keep shaking, and the sound of helplessness; the flowers, less, even if they are, are not as beautiful and attractive as before. When people see this scene, they always say that winter is cold and ruthless, but I don’t think so. You see, the tall pine trees and green holly are lush in this cold season, and the beautiful plum blossoms are in the wind. The competition is open. In the winter, the snow began to float freely from the sky, falling on the faces of the children, and suddenly it was cold, and then the snow was raging, like the catkins flying in the spring, covering the earth. Small rivers and mountain villages are full of poetic realm. It is no wonder that there are so many poets in ancient and modern China and abroad to praise the charm and magnificence of snow. There are so many painters to depict the magnificent snow scene in winter. You see, the silver pillar-like ice on the side of the house is hanging down like a horn. At this moment, winter is like a sculptor who works day and night. Ah, winter, you are not as ruthless and terrible as people think; you are not as thunderous as the spring thunder, the summer rain, the autumn wind. You are different, I love you, love your unique quiet beauty! Winter... you are intoxicating and enduring! Teacher's Comments: The winter in your pen is "intoxicating, making people feel endless." The little author gave us a picture of the winter in vivid language. "Winter, grass, withered, not as green as ever, turned gray-yellow, like a layer of carpet; trees, lost the gracefulness of the past, not as green as the past, leaves falling from the trees Like a butterfly flying, the wind blows, the dead branches are constantly shaking, and the sound of helplessness is heard; the flowers are less, even if they are, they are not as beautiful and attractive as before." Duanyan presents all the scenes of winter in front of us, with smooth language and beautiful artistic conception. The small author also used a lot of rhetorical techniques of anthropomorphic and metaphor to make the description of the scene vivid. "Heaven, snowflakes began to leisurely and slowly drifted down from the sky, falling on the faces of the children, suddenly cold, and then the snow swelled, like the spring catkins flying in the sky, covering the earth", "Look, the house side A column of silver-like ice, hanging down, really like a horn. "These sentences are so beautiful! "You are not like the thunder of spring, the rain of summer, the wind of autumn." By contrast, Highlight the tranquility of winter. This article is so beautiful! 2008-10-4 21:35:00

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