關(guān)于雪的高中英語(yǔ)作文二篇

　　導(dǎo)語(yǔ)：你見(jiàn)過(guò)第一場(chǎng)雪的雪花飄在鄉(xiāng)間小路上，飄在老橡樹(shù)的樹(shù)枝上，飄在平原的麥田，或飄在群峰之間的山脈嗎?那樣的美景你一定永生不會(huì)忘記。不信就來(lái)看看這篇關(guān)于雪的高中英語(yǔ)作文，欣賞一下世間最美的純白的雪。

　　一

　　The wind gently murmured, and sometimes sighed like a summer breeze lifting the leaves along the livelong night. The cat was curling up quiet in her bed. The mouse was sleeping carefree in his gallery. The dog was lying swwet on the sofa. Even the earth itself was sleeping in tranquility, exept that some house door faintly creaked upon its hinge, telling us a remote inward warmth. Nature was at her midnight work with feathery flakes whirling down in the wind, as if she was showering her silvery seeds over the fields.

　　Finally I woke up. The floor creaked under my feet as I moved towards the window. The snow as warm as cotton was lying calmly upon the window sill and the stillness of the morning was extremely impressive.

　　The roofs were standing under their snow caps, while the eaves were wearing their glittering ornaments. The trees raised white arms to the sky on every side, and where there was a wall, there were some fantastic forms of snow stretching exhilarated in the dim landscape, as if Nature had carved her fresh desighs by night as models for man's art.

　　Silently, I opened the door and stepped outside to face the cutting air. The moon had already lost some of its glow and the land was bathed in a dull mist. A lurid light in the east proclaimed the approach of day while the weatern landscape was bleak with some spooky stillness like a wizard kingdom.What you could only hear was the creepy sounds,seemingly out of the hell -- the barking of dogs, the hammering of blacksmith, the lowing of cows and the crying of pigs under the butcher's knife.

　　Gradually, the lurid light darkened and spread across the west. Every flower, every tree and every weed were bathed in the sunshine.Suddenly, it turned out that all the sounds were not for any melancholy they suggested, but for their twilight bustle which was too solemn and mysterious for me.

　　I moved om, treading briskly along the road, the dry and crisped snow crunching under my feet.

　　二

　　Have you ever seen where the first snow flake folly Is it on the country road, on the branch of an old oak tree, on the wheat fields in the plain, or between the peaks of the mountain range?

　　See the snowflakes leaping, dancing like flowers in the whirling wind. The flowers have six angles. Sometimes they are like stars. Sometimes they are only white dots, and they keep on falling gently in silence.

　　Without your knowing it, the fields, houses, trees and the whole earth are enveloped in a thin coat of snow. I love snow, because it is saintly pure.

　　Winter differs from the other seasons in that it is not as warm as spring, neither as hot as summer, nor as sad as autumn. The snowflake has her own grace and inspiration. It seems tender, yet it is amazingly attractive.

　　The snowflakes are flying here and there and everywhere. It seems as if they are little stars in the universe moving along their own orbit. Look! What a spotless silvery world, how great, how magnificent!

　　Away from the crowds of people, I stroll alone in the snow. Standing in the snow, flakes of snow float over my head, kissing me on the cheecks and falling on my eyebrow. Some make their way into my collar and some tall into my mouth. It tastes sweet.

　　Looking at this silver white world, thoughts well up in my mind. I feel as if I had become a part of them

　　…

　　Some people say snow may bring you joy and happiness. Others think snow can get rid of the dirt in the world. Still others believe snow will purify one's soul, and there are those who hold the view that snow can melt all the evils in its purity and sincerely…

　　Oh, snow, you are as pure and white as the angel in heaven. You come silently and generously protect everything in the world. You melt quietly and nourish a green spring.

　　Oh, snow, I love you.