Along the way, four lively and lovely squirrels held a long jump competition together, several birds flew freely in the sky, and dogs barked from time to time in the distance. Come to the foot of the mountain, look up, the peaks rise and fall, towering into the sky. Halfway up the mountain, there are several families. Du Mu thought: This is really a fairyland on earth!
When he walked up the hill, he found that the plants were yellow and lifeless, and there was a little coolness. At this time, a mass of red things attracted him. He quickly got off the bus and found that it was a maple forest. Maple leaves are so warm and charming that they are more dazzling than spring flowers. At this time, the great poet Du Mu seemed to be in a red ocean.
Du Mu looked at this beautiful scenery and couldn't help chanting with excitement: "The stone path in Hanshan Mountain is steep, and there are people deep in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. "
2. Rewrite the ancient poem "Mountain Walk" into a 400-word narrative (opening quotation poem) "Mountain Walk" Rewrite today is a crisp autumn day. I am driving and walking home with a pot of wine.
At dusk, I went out with some odds and ends with my friends and came to the foot of a big mountain. At this moment, a Mavra came to us in a carriage.
My friends and I wanted to see the mountains, so we got into the carriage. The carriage went up the hill along the winding path at the foot, and my friends and I sat in the car and watched the scenery.
Along the way, I saw many chrysanthemums in full bloom on the roadside, and many bees and butterflies danced beautifully. Look, how beautiful this yellow butterfly is. Its wings have no impurities, just like a rape flower flying out of thin air. When the butterfly looked up, I vaguely saw several wisps of smoke rising in the white clouds.
I didn't expect several families to live in this place. It must be either a monk living in the mountains or a talented hermit.
I think the reason why they chose this place to live is because it is very quiet and the scenery is pleasant. Suddenly, I felt my eyes turn red. I took a closer look, and it turned out to be a beautiful maple forest! Seen from a distance, this maple forest looks like a vast red ocean.
I quickly stopped the groom, ready to enjoy this maple forest. As soon as I got off the carriage, I saw a flaming maple forest, just like a burning flame. Look carefully, maple leaves are like the soles of ducklings' feet, with jagged thorns beside them.
A gust of autumn wind blows, and maple leaves fall from the trees like red butterflies. The maple trees here are more dazzling than the flowers in February.
Looking into the distance, the rolling mountains are towering into the sky. Under the setting sun, they look like wearing a red coat. A winding stone path, like the silver thread left by the nine-day fairy, spreads out in the mountains and extends to the distance.
The smoke from the roofs of several families is swaying in the mountains surrounded by white clouds, which is more like a fairyland. Walking in the mountains, the maple trees all over the mountain are red, so bright, so warm and so charming.
Redder than the flowers in February, like being painted in red by teacher Qiu, a maple leaf fell into the water, like a boat swimming, a maple leaf fell to the ground, like a butterfly dancing. I picked up a maple leaf, which is really redder than February flowers.
All this is a masterpiece of nature. I was fascinated by the scenery in front of me. I was intoxicated and moved. A wonderful poem flashed in my mind: The stone path is far from the cold mountain, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Original poem: Mountain Walking Author: Du Muyuan oblique stone path on the cold mountain, Bai Yunsheng people.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Along the winding path up the mountain, there are people deep in the white clouds.
I stopped the car because I like the late autumn scenery in Fenglin. Maple leaves dyed with autumn frost are more colorful than spring flowers in February.
3. Rewrite 350 words of "Mountain Walk" composition [Rewrite 350 words of "Mountain Walk" composition] One day in late autumn, Du Mu drove a carriage up the mountain along a winding path paved with stones and rewritten 350 words of "Mountain Walk" composition.
Along the way, four lively and lovely squirrels held a long jump competition together, several birds flew freely in the sky, and dogs barked from time to time in the distance. When I came to the foot of the mountain, I looked up and saw the peaks rise and fall, towering into the clouds. Halfway up the mountain, there are several families. Du Mu thought: This is really a fairyland on earth!
When he walked up the hill, he found that the plants were yellow and lifeless, and there was a little coolness. At this time, a mass of red things attracted him. He quickly got off the bus and found that it was a maple forest. Maple leaves are so warm and charming that they are more dazzling than spring flowers. At this time, Du Mu, a great poet, seemed to be in a red ocean, and wrote "Rewriting 350 words of Mountain Walk" in the third grade of primary school.
Looking at this beautiful scenery, Du Mu's poetry is full of emotion, and he can't help chanting: The stone path of Hanshan Mountain is oblique, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Wu Ruijie, Grade Three, Wuxi Ai Wu Primary School, Wuxi, Jiangsu
Standing at the foot of the mountain, I saw a series of oblique mountain roads on the autumn mountain, like a series of leucorrhea winding the whole mountain. Halfway up the mountain, white clouds are curling, and there are a few houses scattered. Smoke billowed from the chimney on the roof, a row of geese flew northward in droves, birds were twittering, and dogs barked from time to time in the village. This inhabited place is a little quiet. Walking on the mountain road, on the mountain in autumn, the flowers have already withered, and the mountains are full of fallen leaves. Ruthless autumn wind blows residual leaves, and the leaves under the ground are getting thicker and thicker. Fortunately, there are still a few leaves at the top of the tree. Sometimes, you can see some branches bearing clusters of ripe red pure wild fruits, sitting in sedan chairs, leisurely and sleepy, trying to doze off. The sedan chair bearer reminded me that it was not a flower, but a maple forest. This is ridiculous. Where did you get the flowers in this late autumn? However, it is hard to believe the scenery in front of you. Look, it is burning, like a sunset glow in the sky, like a burning bonfire, and like a flying red flag. Under the gorgeous sunset glow, it seems to be covered with a layer of golden light. The autumn wind blows the Buddha, and the maple leaves whisper, blushing and shaking their heads. Crowds of bees followed to collect honey, and some actually stopped. Having no stamens or petals. Oh, they suddenly realized that they had been cheated. So they flew away in a ball and complained to each other sadly. I forgot to hurry, and I was tired all the way. I stopped the sedan chair and enjoyed it. Red leaves, petioles and veins are all red, so transparent, so bright and so red.
5. "Mountain Walk" rewrote the composition by 300 words [Mountain Walk rewrote the composition by 300 words] One late autumn evening, I took a carriage to play along a winding mountain road, and "Mountain Walk" rewrote the composition by 300 words. Walking in the mountains, attracted by the sight, quickly let the groom stop to have a good look. In the distance, rolling mountains rise into the sky, and at sunset. It's like walking through a mountain in a red coat. A winding stone path, like the silver thread thrown by the Nine-Day Fairy, extends to the distance. Several families in the mountains surrounded by white clouds are flickering, and the smoke from the roof is more like a fairyland. Walking in the mountains, the maple trees all over the mountain are red, so bright, so warm and so charming. Redder than flowers in February. Like a boat swimming, a maple leaf fell to the ground, like a butterfly dancing. I picked up a maple leaf, which is really redder than February flowers. All this is a masterpiece of nature. I was fascinated by the scenery in front of me, intoxicated and moved. Wonderful poems are in my mind; There is a family in Bai Yunsheng, far from Hanshan Mountain. In the third grade of primary school, the composition "Mountain Walk" was rewritten in 300 words. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. Li Yan is in the third grade in the west area of Zhouzhuang Experimental Primary School in Jiangyin City, Wuxi City, Jiangsu Province.
6. Rewrite the poem "Walking in the Mountains" into a 300-word composition about scenery. One late autumn evening, Du Mu and his friends went to the mountains to play in a carriage.
The mountain road paved with stones twists and turns, which makes people feel so high. Along the way, they heard many birds chirping and singing in the branches, as if welcoming the two distant friends.
Du Mu couldn't resist the temptation to stop Xinlang. He wants to enjoy the beautiful scenery with his friends. They looked up at the top of the mountain, how high it was! Surrounded by clouds, it really looks like a mountain covered with gauze clothes, and you can vaguely see several families! A cool breeze blew, and Du Mu looked around.
Ah! The scenery in the forest is really beautiful. I wonder if the frosted maple leaves have drunk a lot of wine and are as red as flames.
It is even more beautiful than the flowers in spring. Seeing this beautiful scenery, Du Mu couldn't help chanting, "It's far from Hanshan Mountain, and the stone path is inclined. There are people in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. "。
7. Rewrite 350 words of the composition of "Mountain Walk" [Rewrite 350 words of the composition of "Mountain Walk"] One day in late autumn, Du Mu drove a carriage up the mountain along a winding path paved with stones and rewritten 350 words of the composition of "Mountain Walk".
Along the way, four lively and lovely squirrels held a long jump competition together, several birds flew freely in the sky, and dogs barked from time to time in the distance. Come to the foot of the mountain, look up, the peaks rise and fall, towering into the sky. Halfway up the mountain, there are several families. Du Mu thought: This is really a fairyland on earth!
When he walked up the hill, he found that the plants were yellow and lifeless, and there was a little coolness. At this time, a mass of red things attracted him. He quickly got off the bus and found that it was a maple forest. Maple leaves are so warm and charming that they are more dazzling than spring flowers. At this time, Du Mu, a great poet, seemed to be in a red ocean, and wrote "Rewriting 350 words of Mountain Walk" in the third grade of primary school.
Looking at this beautiful scenery, Du Mu's poetry is full of emotion, and he can't help chanting: The stone path of Hanshan Mountain is oblique, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Wu Ruijie, Grade Three, Wuxi Ai Wu Primary School, Wuxi, Jiangsu
8. One late autumn evening, a carriage came along a path in the mountains. The great poet Du Mu sat in a carriage. At this time, he is singing happily and sitting in the carriage, because he likes to travel around the mountains since he was a child.
At this time, he saw wild chrysanthemums in full bloom on the roadside, and small wild flowers also rushed to open, which was beautiful! There are blue ones and red ones ... There are waves of flowers floating in the breeze, which makes people relaxed and happy, and the poet is deeply fascinated. Suddenly, buddhist nun shouted, "Look, look, it's LAM Raymond!" The great poet Du Mu looked in the direction he pointed. Wow! What a beautiful maple forest! Seen from a distance, bright clouds are as red as maple leaves! The great poet Du Mu told buddhist nun to stop the car. The great poet Du Mu got out of the carriage and enjoyed it as he walked. I saw maple leaves like stamps, which seemed to tell people that it was cold and it was time to put on more clothes.
The poet looked up and saw several people around the white clouds, like the palace of the immortals. Suddenly some wild geese are singing. They are flying to the south.
The people on the mountain were in and out, and the poet saw them making a fire and cooking, and smoke billowed from the chimney. The poet envied these families living in such a beautiful and charming place, and he thought, if only I lived there! Look at that stone road, like the king's belt sown by the Nine-Day Fairy, extending to the distance. Along the path, there are orchards Mature pomegranate smiled happily. Persimmons are like small lanterns hanging on trees. Apples are like children's smiling faces, filled with the joy of harvest everywhere.
Looking at this cold mountain, stone path, people, maple forest ... The poet was inspired and went home to write down the "mountain trip" that has been passed down through the ages: far away from the cold mountain, the stone path is oblique, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
9. How to rewrite "Mountain Walk" Today is a crisp autumn in October. I took a pot of wine and drove to a dark green mountain in a carriage. At the foot of the mountain, I got out of the carriage and walked along a winding stone road to the top of the mountain. Halfway through the mountain road, I looked up and saw a magnificent scenery. Fog spiraled up the mountainside. It is like a long white silk winding on the mountainside, and it is like snow-white cotton wool piled up in the mountains. At this time, I seem to vaguely see some people's houses looming in the thin clouds on the mountainside. I was intoxicated by this beautiful scenery and couldn't help admiring: "This scene is really like a fairyland!" " After enjoying the beautiful scenery of the sea of clouds, I continued along the mountain road. About an hour later, I reached the top of the mountain. I walked leisurely at the top of the mountain and walked into a maple forest unconsciously. The scenery there is more beautiful than the clouds winding halfway up the mountain! Looking around, the red maple leaves on the maple tree are like burning flames. Looking closely, the maple leaf is like the sole of a duckling's foot, with a row of jagged thorns on both sides. Its color is beautiful, and the fiery red color is even redder than the morning glow and the flowers in February! The autumn wind blows gently, and maple leaves fall from the trees like red butterflies, like laying a red carpet on the ground. Finally, I sighed with comfort: "This red maple leaf is really better than February spring flowers!" " .