五年級英語作文冬天

　　秋天過去了，冬天悄悄地來了。今年的冬天特別寒冷，下了好幾場很大的雪。下面是小編給大家精心挑選的，希望大家喜歡!供你參考和閱讀!

　　篇1

　　I love the color of spring, I love the hot sun of summer, I love autumn sky high, but I love the winter ice.

　　Winter came, and the weather turned cold, and the sun, like a sick emperor, stood listlessly in the sky, sometimes not coming to work, and the gloomy minister of cloud reigned in his place. The wind was mischievous, and it was threatening, blowing the window, and beating the door.

　　When winter comes, the river on the ground doesn't sing like spring, it seems to be stuck by mother nature. All the little animals of the earth hibernate; The tree had lost its leaves and stood barely on either side of the road. The flowers and plants also took off their green clothes and changed into yellow winter clothes, like a golden blanket for mother earth. Sometimes we humans at home, lazy to go out, even go out to wear thick and thick, like a penguin, walking silly, lovely.

　　It snowed, and the hours of the snow fell like a winter sister. When the next big time snowflakes are all kinds, like silver leaf, like loose leaf, like scrap paper; The snow fell on the car like a giant cream cake; On the house, like a silver palace; On the ground, like a layer of quilts on the ground, the world is white, like a mythical kingdom in a fairy tale.

　　It snows, and the snow tends to give the children the joy, the laughter, the skiing, the snowmen, the snowball fights.

　　我愛春天的五顏六色，我愛夏天的烈日炎炎，我愛秋天的天高氣爽，但是我更愛那冬天的冰天雪地。

　　冬天來了，天氣轉冷了，太陽像病了的末朝皇帝，無精打采地站在天上，有時候都不來上班了，那陰沉著臉的雲大臣篡了位;風可淘氣了，而且還來勢洶洶，一會吹吹這家的窗子，一會打打那家的門。

　　冬天來了，地面上的小河也不像春天那樣唱歌了，好像被大自然媽媽粘住了嘴巴;地上的小動物都冬眠了;樹已經掉光了樹葉，勉強地站在馬路兩邊;花草也脫掉了綠色的衣服，換上黃色的冬裝，像給大地媽媽鋪了一層金黃色的絨毯;有時我們人類在家裡，懶得出去了，就算是出去也穿的很厚很厚，像只企鵝一樣，走路笨笨的，可愛極了。

　　下雪了，雪下的小時像冬妹妹在往下撒鹽，用手一接涼涼的。下大時雪花各種各樣，像銀葉，像松葉、像碎紙片;雪落在汽車上，像一個巨大的奶油蛋糕;落在房屋上，像一個銀白色的宮殿;落在地面上，像給大地蓋上了一層棉被，整個世界白茫茫的，像一個童話故事裡的神祕王國。

　　下雪了，雪往往帶給孩子們的是歡聲，是笑語，他們有的玩滑雪，有的堆雪人，還有的打雪仗，不亦樂乎。

　　篇2

　　After the fall, winter gentlely comes to us, with the temperature goes down step by step, and we will put on the clothes little by little. But to someone, the much-awaited winter finally comes, with the clean and beautiful snow falling down. Children shout and hurry to the outside to enjoy the snowy day. They will make a snowman and maybe give him a scarf, a chrestams hat.Stones are his eyes, carrot becomes his nose, branches from the tree are his arms and their coat is made by the snowy-drapery and stone-buttons.

　　They will also get a smile face with the help of the stones. And other children may have a snowball fight. They devided into two parts and round their balls to throw to the other part's little soiders and try to occupy the other part's base under the enermy's heavy fire of snowball. And when the day gets dark, children will go back to their own families, breathe on the window and draw some masterpieces. Night comes, with children go to bed, the snow slowly and quietly pour down, quilt over the ground, and everything in the earth becomes silent and clean then.

　　篇3

　　One day is a morning and a hopeful morning. The sunshine stroked my cool body, which made me feel warm. The air behind the snow gave a fresh look.

　　I walked slowly on my way to school, and the sun was behind me became more and more deep, like a vast surging sea holding his hordes towards the endless, none miserly to be warm and moist. That without strong bare tree trunks and branches, heavy with the lonely dream, iron casting and stab the lofty and light cloud, refused to all the noise, teenagers despising the boundless land. Like a night did not flow tears, each crystal pure white frost in the sun rising slowly, stretch like an angel wings to fly to the dream paradise, the dancing is filled with a wonderful smell in the wind, is the smell of the sun, from the first snow of the night, it blows my attire, in my heart slow flying feathers...

　　Quietly standing there, I like to turn into a tree, stand on the edge of time, feel the meaning of winter cold and wind, and my in the mind a little after touching, linger quietly in a corner of the heart. I know, in the beginning, in the winter I shrink my soul, no longer exile, I stand on the corner of the past, packing, in this winter is the season from head to wear to the end of season, as from the a head to the side of the city, I believe in the circle of life at the arrival of spring, I will to the newborn free and unfettered proudly green branches!

　　If summer is hot, winter is cold.