Along the way, the scenery is charming. In the cool wind, the leaves rustle, as if dancing, dancing gracefully, as if performing for the poet Du Mu. In the distance, the cold mountains are rolling and the wind is biting. A winding path leads to a high mountain, surrounded by white clouds, and a family lives on the high mountain. Tu Mu stopped the carriage and saw the red maple forest. Pine and cypress are luxuriant. The red maple leaves are like a red ocean. Frosted maple leaves are as red as the sun and as red as flowers in February. The poet Du Mu seems to be immersed in a fairyland.
The scenery on the mountain is really beautiful in autumn. I like autumn. This word is a little too many, so you can take its essence and hope to adopt it.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, I saw a series of oblique mountain roads on the autumn mountain, like a white belt winding the whole mountain. Halfway up the hill, there are several houses littered with white clouds. 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, which seemed a little quiet.
& ltP & gt； Walking on the mountain road, on the mountain in autumn, the flowers have already withered, and the mountains are full of fallen leaves. The ruthless autumn wind blows up the residual leaves, and the leaves in the field are getting thicker and thicker. Fortunately, there are still a few leaves left at the top of the tree. Sometimes, you can see clusters of ripe red and plain wild fruits on some branches, sitting in sedan chairs, leisurely and sleepy, trying to doze off.
Turning the corner of the mountain, suddenly, my eyes lit up and I couldn't help shouting, "What a red flower!" " "The bearers reminded me that it was not a flower, but a maple forest. It's also ridiculous. Where did you get the flowers in this late autumn? However, the scenery in front of us is really hard to believe. Look, they are all red, like the sunset glow on the horizon, 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. Autumn wind blows Buddha, maple leaves whisper, and they blush with laughter. Swarms of bees followed to collect honey. Some of them stop on maple leaves, sometimes fly and sometimes stop. They began to wonder: what kind of flower is this? There are neither stamens nor petals. Oh, they suddenly realized that they had been cheated. So, they were together again, but unfortunately they buzzed with each other and flew away.
I forgot to hurry all the way, and when I was tired, I stopped the sedan chair and enjoyed it carefully. Red leaves, red petioles and red veins are all red, inside and out, so red, so transparent, so bright, so hot, as if to pick with a needle tip, bright red blood will flow out, adding endless poetry to Shan Ye in autumn.
3. 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. "。
4. how to rewrite "hiking" today is October in a crisp autumn. 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. When I was halfway along the mountain road, I looked up and saw the magnificent scenery.
Clouds wound around the mountainside, rising and flying, just like long white silk wound around the mountainside, and like snow-white cotton wool piled up in the mountains. At this time, I seemed to vaguely see some people's houses looming in the thin clouds halfway up the mountain.
I was intoxicated by this beautiful scenery and couldn't help admiring: "This scenery is really like a fairyland!" " "After enjoying the beauty of the clouds, I continued to walk along the mountain road. About an hour later, I reached the top of the mountain.
I walked leisurely on the top of the mountain and unconsciously walked into a maple forest. 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.
Look carefully, maple leaves are like duck's feet, 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 great relief: "This fiery maple leaf is really more beautiful than February spring flowers!" " " .
5. 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. "
6. 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
7. The prose rewritten by Shanyou is 1. Rewrite Mountain Travel: In late autumn, it is difficult to climb the mountain with friends from three to five.
When we came to the front of the mountain, there was only a winding path winding to the top of the mountain surrounded by white clouds, and there were mountains outside the clouds faintly. I think it must be another scenery. Looking up along this mountain road, where the white clouds float, there are several stone houses and stone walls, which are people living in the mountains.
This mountain road, white clouds and people are very attractive, and the night view of Fenglin surprises us. In order to stop and enjoy the scenery of this mountain forest, everyone is too lazy to drive on.
He lingers, and at night, he is reluctant to get on the bus and leave, which shows his love for red leaves. Because we stopped for a long time, we were pleasantly surprised to find that under the sunset glow, the maple leaves were about to drip and the layers of forest were dyed. It's really full of clouds, such as bright rosy clouds, which are more fiery and gorgeous than the spring flowers in February in Jiangnan.
This piece of red makes the autumn forest present a warm and vibrant scene. This gorgeous sunset glow and fiery maple leaves reflect each other, and the maple forest is particularly beautiful! 2, appreciation of the original poem: the mountains are far away from the cold mountains, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. 3. Appreciation of works: A Journey to the Mountain is a seven-character quatrain written by the poet Du Mu, which describes and praises the mountain scenery in late autumn.
This poem depicts the colors of autumn and shows a touching autumn color map of mountains and forests. Mountain roads, people, white clouds and red leaves form a harmonious and unified picture. In this poem, Du Mu controls the scenery with emotion, quickly and accurately captures the image that can reflect the natural beauty, and integrates his own feelings into it, so that the emotional beauty and the natural beauty blend together and the scene blends.
The whole poem is novel in conception and exquisite in layout. It absorbs gorgeous autumn colors in the bleak autumn wind, competing with spring and pleasing to the eye. This poem is not only an impromptu ode to scenery, but also an expression of the poet's inner spiritual world.
8. Mountain Travel Rewriting Prose 1: One sunny day, when the coachman took me to the foot of a mountain, it was already dark.
I put my head out of the window and looked up. I saw flocks of geese flying south in the sky. I turned my eyes to the top of the mountain, and through the thick fog, I could vaguely see several houses. I told the groom to stop. I saw a path extending to the house on the top of the hill. On both sides of the path, maple trees covered with red leaves. At this time, the driver blurted out: "What a beautiful maple leaf!" "I went on to say," Yes, redder than the flowers in February! " "The driver's urging interrupted my train of thought, and I was lost in thought. "Let's go, guest, it's getting dark."
I listened, so I reluctantly got into the carriage and continued on my way. Two: One day in late autumn, Du Mu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, sat in a carriage and played along a winding mountain road paved with stones.
Along the way, Du Mu saw many squirrels jumping and chasing in the trees, and heard many birds chirping and singing in the branches. Suddenly, Du Mu heard the dog barking, and along the direction of the sound, not far away, several families were scattered in the foggy place.
Du Mu got out of the carriage and looked around. Although it is getting late at this time, the maple leaves all over the mountain are red, and a cool breeze blows, emitting a burst of fragrance; The maple leaves beaten by frost are really redder than the flowers in February! Therefore, Du Mu, a great poet, couldn'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.
9. Change the mountaineering trip into a composition of about 200 words. Rewriting "hiking" this autumn is crisp and crisp. In October, I took a pot of wine and drove to the foot of a dark green mountain in a carriage. I got into the carriage and walked along a winding stone road to the top of the mountain. It's almost half. I looked up and saw the magnificent scenery. Clouds wrapped around the mountainside, and white silk floated around on the mountainside, piled up like snow-white cotton wool in the mountains. I seem to vaguely see some houses on the hillside, with thin clouds looming. Intoxicated, the elephant exclaimed: The general scene is really like a fairyland. Appreciate the beauty of clouds. I will continue to walk along the mountain road until I reach the top of the mountain. I feel that the scenery of entering a maple forest is more beautiful than the fog around halfway up the mountain. Looking around, maple leaves are like burning flames. Look carefully, maple leaves are serrated like duck's feet. This color is very beautiful. Red is redder than sunrise and autumn wind is redder than flowers in February. Maple leaves fall like red butterflies. I am more comfortable than the red carpet. I sigh: The red maple leaves really look better.
10. Rewrite the poem Mountain Road into a 450-word narrative. Today is a crisp autumn day. I am driving with a pot of wine on my way home.
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 it and watched the scenery.
Along the way, I saw many chrysanthemums in full bloom on the roadside, and many bees and butterflies danced beautifully. You see, how beautiful this yellow butterfly is. Its wings are free of any impurities, just like a rape flower flying out of thin air. What about that butterfly? Looking up, I vaguely saw a few 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.