In autumn, the scenery is pleasant Teacher Zhou told us with a big smile: "Tomorrow, we will go to Tongan Zhuba Overseas Chinese Farm for an autumn outing." As soon as her voice fell, the classroom suddenly boiled.
The bus carried us running on the highway. My friends talked and sang excitedly, and laughter surrounded me. My heart has already flown to the long-awaited farm.
The scenery outside the window is really beautiful! Among the green leaves, there are a few yellow leaves hidden, and many frosted leaves are stained orange! An autumn wind blew off some leaves. I saw the yellow butterfly and the red butterfly dancing in the wind, as if celebrating the arrival of Miss Qiu.
"Here we are, here we are!" Amid cheers, the partners got off the bus. In front of us is the orchard. Ripe melons and fruits hung high on the branches, and a burst of fruit fragrance came to my face, so I couldn't help taking a few deep breaths.
Look, pink peaches look better than the flat peaches at the Queen Mother's birthday party. The dense carambola is playfully hidden among the leaves, and they bend the branches. Ripe papaya made me swallow the saliva that flowed to my mouth.
Walking in the orchard, my eyes are full of ripe fruits, and the fruits are fragrant. The autumn colors in the orchard are charming and full of autumn.
The mouth-watering peaches stick out from the "head" of the carambola, crushing the autumn in the papaya garden.
2. Composition about Zhuba in Tongan, Xiamen, 800 words. In autumn, the scenery is pleasant Teacher Zhou told us with a big smile: "Tomorrow, we will go to Tongan Zhuba Overseas Chinese Farm for an autumn outing." As soon as her voice fell, the classroom suddenly boiled.
The bus carried us running on the highway. My friends talked and sang excitedly, and laughter surrounded me. My heart has already flown to the long-awaited farm.
The scenery outside the window is really beautiful! Among the green leaves, there are a few yellow leaves hidden, and many frosted leaves are stained orange! An autumn wind blew off some leaves. I saw the yellow butterfly and the red butterfly dancing in the wind, as if celebrating the arrival of Miss Qiu.
"Here we are, here we are!" Amid cheers, the partners got off the bus. In front of us is the orchard. Ripe melons and fruits hung high on the branches, and a burst of fruit fragrance came to my face, so I couldn't help taking a few deep breaths.
Look, pink peaches look better than the flat peaches at the Queen Mother's birthday party. The dense carambola is playfully hidden among the leaves, and they bend the branches. Ripe papaya made me swallow the saliva that flowed to my mouth.
Walking in the orchard, my eyes are full of ripe fruits, and the fruits are fragrant. The autumn colors in the orchard are charming and full of autumn.
The mouth-watering peaches stick out from the "head" of the carambola, crushing the autumn in the papaya garden.
3. The composition of Zhuba Xia Liying Unconsciously, the four-day summer camp in Zhuba came to an end ... leaving me with endless aftertaste ...-Inscription June 1 day, we got on the bus with joy and expectation and prepared to spend an unforgettable four days in Zhuba.
This is the first time to go out to live in a collective life, which can be said to be the first time for a big girl to get on a sedan chair. Along the way, everyone talked and laughed. I think it must be a happy four days.
First, I went to the dormitory on the third floor, put down my heavy schoolbag and thought this dormitory was good. Looking at the scenery from the distant window is quite good, and there is a feeling of "seeing cattle and sheep in the wind". When I came to the canteen, the food was not bad. The headmaster of Zhuba Middle School made a humorous opening speech, and then lunch began. It's really a bit different to get together with classmates for the first time.
Unexpectedly, there was "bad luck" waiting for us on the first day, and there was a "bolt from the blue"-10 km zipper! That sounds horrible.
Think I will cry when I walk a kilometer, not to mention 10 km! At first, I was very relaxed, with pastoral scenery, fresh air and cicada accompaniment everywhere, which was a pleasure for me who often stayed at home. But then I couldn't stand it, my legs went weak and the pot of water suddenly bottomed out.
Look at the students, not much difference. However, everyone still insisted on completing the whole journey. I think this is the collective strength.
The next pursuit of green field, that is, positioning and finding points, almost got lost.
I think we should learn more about the ability to find our way in the future.
Raohe Landscape Composition 600 words My hometown is in Hunan.
There are many rice fields in rural Hunan, and the rice fields are changing all year round. Let me talk about it! In spring, people in the fields are sowing and transplanting rice. Therefore, the green rice field is like putting a green coat on the rice field.
There are many people near the rice field, adults are chatting, some children are flying kites, some are jumping rubber bands, and some people who are playing hide-and-seek and studying hard are reading books. Everything around the rice field is awake, the grass spits out green buds, and Yingchun is busy for spring.
The seedlings grow day by day. Until summer, some seedlings turned golden yellow, and some were still green.
Now, it's time for a bumper harvest. People drive harvesters to harvest rice in the fields, and then use threshing machines to dry the grain and put it in the granary.
After the harvest, people are busy transplanting rice seedlings in rice fields, waiting for the new harvest. The grass and trees beside the rice fields are all green and look a little golden in the sunlight.
It is very hot in summer, especially at noon, and plants, animals and people look listless. In summer, when the weather is very hot, many children go swimming in the nearby river.
In an instant, autumn has arrived. The seedlings are ripe, the rice fields are golden, and people are busy tasting the joy of harvest.
There are also some little girls who like to pick up rice ears in rice fields, and some children are playing war games with straw as a fortress. You can also fly kites in autumn, so some children fly their kites, and some children pick up fallen leaves to play with graphics.
The north wind is blowing and winter is coming. Snow covers the earth, rice fields are bare and mountains are white. People spend the winter with the harvested grain, waiting for the arrival of spring.
Squirrels, snakes and bears are all hibernating, and everything seems to be in a deep sleep ... look! This is the four seasons of rice fields in my hometown.
5. The composition describing the beautiful scenery of Haojiang is 600 words. Haojiang is really a colorful place! Haojiang-it is green! The fragrant tea leaves all year round can testify! When the tea is harvested, a large green tea garden is like a vibrant green ocean, which makes people relaxed and happy, and the greenery infects everyone. After tea leaves are processed, they are used to make tea. The unique Chaoshan kungfu tea is clear and light green, which makes people want to blend in with tea and feel the green kungfu tea that is as light as clouds and as soft as water. Haojiang-it's pink! The charming peach blossoms of Jufeng Temple can testify! Every spring in March, Jufeng Temple is presented in a world of peach blossoms. Peach blossoms are numerous and beautiful. The peach blossoms against the green leaves are even more touching. A string of peach blossoms are embedded in the branches, but they are full of gestures:
Some lean to one side and spread pink petals as if they were stretching; Others spread their big petals vigorously and looked up proudly, as if to say, "I am the first flower baby to get up in spring!" " " ; The others are still in bud, and the buds are full. It seems that with a kiss of the spring breeze, she can open her pink face and reveal a lovely smiling face. Walking in the pink world, as long as you take a breath gently, the rich peach blossom fragrance will go straight into people's hearts, not to mention how comfortable and happy you are!
Haojiang-it's golden! The hard work and sweat of the construction workers can testify! Whether it's windy or rainy, whether it's hot or cold, you can always see construction workers working on a building "100 feet high". A drop of sweat ran down my cheeks, and in the golden sunshine, my sweat became crystal clear, shining like gold! Each one is so dazzling and moving. We don't know how many days and nights they worked; We don't know how much sweat they have shed!
The sweat and blood of construction workers irrigate comfortable buildings!
Haojiang is colorful: tea is green and peach blossom is pink, but it is the golden sweat of construction workers that adorns Haojiang, which makes Haojiang colorful and colorful!
6. Liping Nanquanshan wrote a 600-word landscape composition! Nanquan Mountain in my hometown is really beautiful!
Nanquan Mountain in my hometown is tall and majestic, and full of green is located in the south of Liping County. Halfway up Nanquan Mountain, there is an ancient temple and a towering martyr tombstone, which highlights the mysterious and magnificent color of Nanquan Mountain.
Nanquan Mountain has beautiful scenery and pleasant climate, but I like the scenery in spring best.
Spring has come, the spring breeze is blowing slightly, and the spring rain is falling carefully. Everything on the earth is reviving, grass grows and warblers fly, and a hundred flowers blossom. It's beautiful! Look, the "rejuvenation" Nanquan Mountain is really beautiful! It took off its heavy cotton-padded jacket and put on gorgeous spring clothes, making the ancient Nanquan Mountain look younger! There are many colorful wild flowers at the foot of Nanquan Mountain. Nanquan Mountain is like wearing a beautiful skirt with lace. The grass at the foot of the mountain is like a huge carpet, which is spread at the foot of Nanquan Mountain. In the early morning of spring, I looked up and saw some milky mist around the mountainside, like wisps of silvery gauze, covering Nanquan Mountain, a magical and beautiful girl. How beautiful!
Nanquan Mountain in spring is really full of birds and flowers. Whenever we come to Nanquan Mountain, we will hear the crisp and sweet birds singing in the jungle. In particular, the sound of thrush broke the tranquility of Nanquan Mountain and made it lively. Very beautiful! Squirrels also jump out of branches from tree holes and jump around happily, just like our children celebrate June 1. Some squirrels stood quietly on the branches, as if watching the beautiful spring scenery of Nanquan Mountain!
I like Nanquan Mountain in my hometown, but I prefer the beautiful spring scenery of Nanquan Mountain!
7. Writing about autumn scenery, 600 words, prompt: writing about bamboo, small lake, phoenix tree, palm and autumn scenery is the most beautiful among the four gorgeous seasons.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, with four distinct seasons, are the most beautiful scenery endowed by nature. Flowers are fragrant in spring, sunny in summer, Ye Er in autumn and snow and frost in winter; Spring is prosperous, summer is lush, autumn is gorgeous and winter is pure; Spring is vigorous, summer is noisy, autumn is lofty and winter is quiet; There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. American famous sentences describing the four seasons, just like the changing seasons, have their own aesthetic feeling and charm. Everything the elder said is ready. In my mind, autumn scenery is the most beautiful of the four seasons.
Everything is complacent in the wait and see. The so-called poetic style is nothing more than natural beauty in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Only those who know how to appreciate can appreciate its beauty. Autumn scenery is the most poetic. Lush trees, blooming flowers and thick grass. Lush plants and beautiful scenery are the beautiful world endowed by nature. It's really intoxicating and haunting. Birds in the forest, butterflies in the flowers and dragonflies on the grass represent the songs of life. Listening to cicadas in the forest, enjoying lotus flowers in Chi Pan and boating on the lake are the best enjoyment. There is a cool autumn wind blowing head-on, and it feels so comfortable and amazing. The starry autumn night, the bright moon, the bright starry sky and the breeze bring people a lot of reverie and fantasy, which can't help but make people feel moved and deeply touched. How many beautiful scrolls are painted by how many painters, and how many touching poems are written by how many literati and poets. It's really picturesque and fascinating.
The scenery in autumn is beautiful, charming and colorful. Autumn is the harvest season, which brings people the joy of harvest. Everything is mature, fruitful, beaming and happy in my heart. Round orange persimmons hang on trees; Golden pear fruit, covered with branches. Snow-white cotton is like a sea of clouds, yellow corn is piled in the yard, bright red peppers are hung in front of the window, and crisp red dates are hung on the trees. The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing gently, the mountains are everywhere, and the land is autumn scenery. Can such a beautiful autumn be beautiful? The beauty of autumn scenery can be appreciated not only with eyes, but also with ears. You can also chew with your mouth and feel with your heart. Otherwise, people say "spring flowers and autumn fruits"?
The beauty of autumn scenery is a bleak beauty. Autumn is the season when the autumn wind is bleak, all trees fall leaves and all flowers wither. "An autumn leaf, a little banana and a little sorrow". The word "autumn" plus "heart" becomes "sorrow". Therefore, autumn is always nostalgic and full of melancholy. Liu Yuxi, a great writer in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem: "When the autumn wind comes, the geese will be sent in the rustling, and the lonely guests will smell it first in the morning." In the classic Dream of Red Mansions, there is also a saying that "autumn window is endless, and autumn rain can help desolation". The fruit has experienced wind and rain, showed its true colors, fulfilled its mission, brought joy to people, but dedicated itself. The leaves are yellow and the maple leaves are red, which looks good, but the autumn wind blows slightly, and the leaves pile up and become fertilizer to nourish the roots; Flowers also bloom brilliantly at the last moment, releasing beauty. Wait for it to wither together, wither together. For flowers, as long as they can bloom, even for a short moment, they will not live up to this life. In fact, isn't it the same in a person's life?
The world is not perfect. Whether it is flowers in spring, fruits in summer, fruits in autumn or grass in winter. Their growth is not smooth sailing, and there are always shortcomings of one kind or another. But they all worked hard, struggled, persisted and flourished. Although bleak, it is beautiful. I have always liked Tagore's poem, "Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves." I appreciate the saying, "Even the last sunset at dusk will shine brilliantly. It is the last struggle unwilling to degenerate and sink, and it is also a pursuit of active love for the supreme life. It doesn't care that it will be covered by green hills in the end. Perhaps this is what nature wants to tell people about life. "
Autumn scenery is the most beautiful of the four seasons. It not only brings people beautiful enjoyment, but also brings people wonderful feelings. Friend, are you right?
8. About the landscape composition before and after Qingming 600 words I met the bamboo forest for the first time, in a fog on Qingming.
Great-grandfather's grave is in the deep mountains, and it takes a long mountain road to worship. In the early morning, it was foggy all over the sky, and the scenery a few meters away was very vague.
It makes sense to choose this time to go out, because today I will go to several hills to worship my ancestors. I only remember that in the morning, my father walked behind with sacrifices, and I skipped in front, like a caged bird.
I still seem to be humming, maybe. The mountain road winds and stretches, and weeds grow to my chest.
We crossed fields, bypassed streams, climbed steep slopes, climbed several hills, and finally came to a canyon. Father shouted softly, "Don't run too fast, there are bamboo forests ahead."
I answered, but I kept running into the canyon. Father shook his head at the back and smiled slightly.
He knows that I like bamboo very much. Close the door, close the door.
There was a rustling sound in the mountain wind, and I finally saw the bamboo forest around the corner. The green tide has taken root in my life since then and can never be erased.
The leaves above the bamboo forest jump and fall with the wind, making a chilling sound, just like a green torrent, all the leaves are heading in one direction. The slender and green leaves, like boats in the rapids, are advancing rapidly.
Standing among thousands of bamboos, I only feel that I have been conquered by green. Tall bamboo soars at the top of the canyon, covering the sky and playing with white clouds.
Small bamboos, just emerging from the ground, are as big as my fingers, and clusters of tiny boats splash on the branches and join the struggle in the fog. The shock of green is overwhelming, and thousands of emeralds are swaying in front of me. I stroked bamboo, big and small, and walked around the forest, only feeling that everything was so wonderful.
Father put down the sacrifice on his shoulder and stood in the forest, also a little lost in thought. There is a clear birdsong in the forest. It's tits, jumping on the green branches and enjoying the breath of heaven and earth.
The gurgling sound is a clear spring seeping from a crack in the rock as clear as jade. Cold fog seeps water droplets on the bamboo, and some slip down the bamboo seams, leaving traces of streams flowing; Some swayed from the tip of the blade a few times, then swung away playfully and plunged to the ground like a meteor.
Later, perhaps it was the first ray of sunshine that penetrated the fog in the forest and awakened my father. He cut off a thumb-sized bamboo with a small knife and handed it to me.
Patted my little head and shouted, "Come on, we still have a lot to go." Maybe he is young, or maybe he is not deep enough for his ancestors.
The barren hills and solitary graves always make me feel gloomy. If my father is not around, I can assure you that I will cry. That year, Tomb-Sweeping Day did not leave too many memories about its ancestors, but always remembered the bamboo forest, the green and ethereal world.
I also remember the bamboo cut by my father for me, the bamboo cut into a flute on a sunny night, and the bamboo blown on my father's lips. That melodious and deep voice runs through my whole childhood and my whole life.
Yes, and then I grew up. I have read many poems about bamboo, such as "There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there are duck prophets in the spring water heating."
Is it Su Shi's? I read that "the sound of bamboo calls the washerwoman to return, and the lotus leaves are collected in front of the fishing boat." This must be Wang Wei's.
I have read many books and seen many people draw bamboo, such as Zheng Banqiao's, but I always feel lost. There is no poem in that ethereal world, and no brush can replace it.
Yes, at least in my heart. Second, the Qingming rain lost the Qingming of bamboo, and always felt that it lacked too much charm.
However, the sudden rain in regret gave me a new understanding of Qingming. That year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I stayed with friends from other places.
Maybe I felt a little lonely, so I was invited to visit the grave with me. The sky was gloomy that day and the thunder was weak. Maybe it will rain.
Bleak weeds, low graves, money pressed in front of graves, yellow paper behind graves, sacrifices in front of tombstones, candles and paper money, and white banners are all familiar to me and a little cold. After my childhood, I am no longer afraid of the grave. I used to walk in the mountains in the middle of the night and take a nap on the edge of a strange grave. All this has long been commonplace.
Yes, Qingming is just a form. It is more important to be kind to your loved ones before you die. What's the point of having more forms after you die?
However, my friend suddenly burst into tears. Buried in the grave is his father! Mountain breeze suddenly, after a few faint muffled thunder, the black sky was torn open.
The rain line fell from the sky and suddenly the whole world became a rainy world. On such a day, the sound of crying naturally comes, and there are tears in tombstones, trees, pedestrians and eyes.
My friend's eyes were bloodshot, and I cried a little sad in the wind and rain. Several relatives helped him up from the grave, and his eyes never left the wet tombstone engraved with his father's name.
Suddenly, I also cried. In the storm, I suddenly remembered my father in the distance, Tomb-Sweeping Day year after year, and the low graves in the weeds in the distance.
The rain fell on the top of the mountain like this, pouring all the sadness. Long or short, high or low, past events emerge in the rain.
I suddenly feel homesick, really, really! At night, lying in bed, under the dim light, listening to the sound of heavy rain beating on the window lattice outside, listening to the sound of banana leaves trembling in the rain, I opened the books at hand page by page. Somehow, there is a saying that I can't forget until today. It says, "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop. The son wants to raise it, but his relatives are not there."
At that time, tears fell like rain. I got up in the dark night and gently recited Qingming to the heavy rain outside the window: "There are many rains during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. "
That year's Qingming, I seem to have grown up a lot and began to understand the bitter taste.
9. Taibaiyan composition 600 words to write scenery I like to go to Taibaiyan Mountain in my hometown, and I prefer the stone carvings on Taibaiyan. Every time I go, I never leave.
When you come to Taibaiyan Mountain, a stone carving inscribed by He Qing Ji Shao suddenly catches your eye: the wind wall has recovered all over the sky, and a round of frost mountain has lost the height of white rock. This couplet fully embodies Taibaiyan's position in Wanzhou. It is conceivable that many years ago, today's high-rise buildings were endless bungalows. Taibaiyan, like a towering giant, faithfully guards this land. After first frost, the mountains were shrouded in fog, but Taibai Rock still stands tall, higher than the mountains, just like the king of hills.
Walking into the mountain gate, a huge stone stood before my eyes. This boulder is engraved with three vigorous and powerful Chinese characters "Guande Pavilion". For many years, it lay there quietly, watching the changes of wind, frost, rain and snow. On the right side of "Guande Pavilion", there is the title of "Sacrifice to Ji Fang" written by Lu Heng in Qing Dynasty, which means that Li Bai has been to Taibai Rock and wants to sacrifice to him. Go up, climb a narrow stone plank road and turn left. On the steep stone wall, there are many stone carvings of past dynasties. Its representatives are Goose in the Republic of China and Sit and Watch the Spring Tide, Righteousness and Endurance by Xian Ying. In particular, the word "goose" is thin and powerful, carved in the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty. At that time, people were holding ladders, chisels and hammers to carve words, and they couldn't help looking at them. Today, between Sanqing Hall and Shuizushi Hall, there are four characters of "Tongyushan", but there are still three characters of "Tongyushan", and the word "Tongyu" has peeled off. This rubbings stone carving is the representative of Taibaiyan stone carving in Song Dynasty. There is also a poem by master Ming Po-shan, which has been recited endlessly so far: "When spring comes, shine an eye." Fish and dragons must be hidden, and the beauty of life is embarrassing. "Going to the right, the' Wanzhou First Mountain' is vertically arranged on dark rocks, and the black stones are lined with words, which seems a bit desolate.
On both sides of the "Wanzhou First Mountain" are modern steles, and modern stone carvings and ancient stone carvings give people two different feelings.
10. Write 600 words about the river in front of the house.
Throughout the ages, many literati have praised the endless Yangtze River, and some people have praised the Jiuqu Yellow River, but I love the humble river in front of my grandmother's house more.
Grandma's house is in a fantastic place, like a fairyland on earth. It is as beautiful and fascinating as a crown inlaid with pearls. Beautiful rivers are like the pearls in the crown, more beautiful.
The water in the river is really green! Green as a flawless jade; The water in the river is so clear! Clear enough to see the cheerful fish in the water and the sand at the bottom of the water; The water in the river is so quiet! Quiet as a mirror. Take a boat on the surface of the microwave, and the surrounding beauty will pass by one by one. The clear water is faint, the cool breeze is blowing gently, and the green trees and red flowers set each other off. It is really "on the blue waves, people travel in a world of pictures."
A gust of wind blew and the fragrance came to the nose. Bloom by the river. There are many flowers there: winter jasmine, Chinese rose and peach blossom ... From a distance, flowers look like girls in beautiful clothes. They smiled shyly and looked beautiful and lovely with their little faces up. Those colorful flowers are full of vitality against the bright green leaves. The flowers exude a faint fragrance, attracting several butterflies to dance on them from time to time.
This river is not only beautiful, but also ever-changing and unpredictable.
In the morning, a red sun rises slowly from the east. The river is like a big mirror made of jade, and the reflection around it is clearly visible. A breeze blew, and there was a little golden light shining on the river.
At noon, the scenery of dacron by the river is more unique. She is like a demure and shy girl. She used green grass as a coat, pebbles washed with clear water as a necklace to wear around her neck, and weeds as an ornament of her skirt to dress herself up beautifully. The water in the river is as clear as a mirror. Take a sip and put it in your mouth. Sweet as rice wine, intoxicating. As Ouyang Xiu said: "The meaning of drunkenness is not in wine, but in mountains and rivers."
As night fell, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the river red, floating like gold and rippling around like a raging flame. Birds skimmed the water, made small circles, spread in all directions, circled again and again, and finally disappeared on the calm river. At this moment, people can't help but think: "Half river is rustling, half river is red." This poem.
People in the countryside like this clear river very much. Because she not only provides people with water, but also nurtures everything, moistens the earth and breeds hope and future!
I love you, the river in front of grandma's house!
You can treat grandma like a countryman!