1. Write a 600-word essay with the spring soil as the content.
"Where is spring, where is spring..." Let us sing this song together A well-known children's song, let's go to the mountains and forests to find the traces of spring.
"Wow" the sunlight shines directly onto the grass through the gaps between the leaves, but it is not dazzling, like a gentle hand caressing the earth. Brother Xiaocao woke up at Miss Chun's call. They secretly emerged from the soil and covered the earth with a green coat.
Look, the hillside over there is full of camellias. They are so small and so many, one after another, one after another, some are pink, some are snow white, like The snow has not yet melted, but there is a fragrance floating around. It's intoxicating.
Ah, that’s not all. There are pear blossoms, goldenrod, white chrysanthemums, roses... Seeing these colorful flowers, I no longer feel lonely, and suddenly I seem to have turned into a pink flower. Purple orchids, play and play with them. Suddenly, Miss Feng came, and all the flowers and plants, including me, the delicate orchid, bent down and said hello to Miss Feng.
Oh, Miss Feng also came to join in the fun. She told us jokes and made us all happy. The oriole's singing attracts many small animals, including foxes, swallows, lions, kittens... They all come to listen to the oriole's melodious singing and the breath of spring. We are like a dreamlike happiness together.
"Where is spring, where is spring? Spring is in the green mountain forest. There are red flowers here, green grass here, and the little singing child. Oriole...". 2. Spring is coming, the mud in the ground*** What scenery is described in the three paragraphs
The beautiful spring air is getting warmer, the ice-breaking water is flowing, the willow branches are turning green, and the buds are sprouting, These messengers of spring have driven away the cold wind and brought a warm breath! In spring, surrounded by the wind, the sun is warm, all things are full of vitality, the spring rain is moist, and the orchids are fragrant. "The red apricot branches are full of spring." Naturally, the elves of nature are not willing to be lonely, and express the silent rich spring as if it has a voice. March is such a lively annual cycle, the month when all things come to life, and the way of interpreting spring is more exciting. The drizzle in March is like silk and mist, and can only be vaguely felt, continuous and tender like a world , shrouding the surroundings, like a dreamlike illusion, walking in the light rain, feeling the beauty and romance of "light rain, slender wind and thin wind". Listening to the sound of water splashing under your feet, touching the soft rain silk, it is really a rare feeling The comfort and leisure. The spring in March is the season of gestation, everything is in the budding stage. The willow silk sways gently, the tip of the tip touches the water surface slightly, causing ripples. "The green poplar smoke is dawning and the cold is light", the willow piles of smoke, the diffuse The eyes are boundless green, feeling the refreshing refreshing and gentle touch. I believe that in late spring, accompanied by the flying catkins, there will be another touching scenery! Spring has arrived, and thousands of floating willows are as green as the sea. In spring, the grass grows and orioles fly, and the silk ribbons brush the embankments. There is a warm atmosphere everywhere, playing harmonious melodies and performing moving pictures! Spring is here, and things in March are signaling silently and loudly. In the chirping oriole, in the budding spring flowers, in the lingering spring rain, in the fluttering willow threads, the coming of spring is everywhere being summoned. ! Wandering in the warm breeze of March, walking slowly in the small garden, I am contented. Spring has arrived. The colors of spring are really colorful. The sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are green, and the spring flowers are delicate yellow. ’s... No wonder poets love to sing about spring and painters love to depict spring, because spring is the fusion of all the beauties in the world and the sum total of all colors. I am very strange, why do these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth? . 3. An essay about describing spring scenery
Spring is here, and every corner of the earth is filled with the breath of spring.
The campus is full of bright and beautiful Lu Xiang. The willow tree pulled out thin willow silk, which was decorated with light yellow leaves; the grass came out with the fragrance of earth, and the flowers were tender and green. yawned and stuck out their little heads; the children took off their bulky winter clothes and put on light and bright spring clothes; the birds flew out of their homes and sang beautiful songs, telling us: Spring is here !
Spring is really here, in the pond, in the fields, in the sky, everywhere is glowing with vitality. The scenery of nature has also become rich and colorful. On a sunny day, the warm sunshine shines on the body, and the soft spring breeze blows on the face, which is both warm and comfortable; on a rainy day, bursts of spring thunder explode from time to time, which is both thrilling and exciting.
The scenery in spring is so beautiful, and people’s mood is even more beautiful in spring. The back that had been stooped all winter straightened up, and the cheerful smile was full of hope. The park became lively again, with young people taking photos, old people fishing, and children catching insects, all intoxicated in the embrace of nature and never wanting to leave.
People are busier in spring. As the saying goes: The plan for a year begins with spring. You see, in the streets and alleys of the city, busy figures are coming and going, and in the fields of the countryside, farmers are sowing the seeds of hope.
The new semester's class schedule is posted on the wall of the classroom, and there are many fruits of knowledge waiting for us to pick in the new books.
I love spring. I like to smell the fragrance of flowers, see the fresh green of the trees, and hear the singing of the little crows. I love spring because it is full of vitality and new hope! 4. A composition describing spring scenery
In the early morning, open the curtains and open the windows. The breeze blows, and a fresh, fragrant, and elegant earthy smell comes to you.
Spring comes so quickly, quietly and unconsciously, the grass turns green, the branches sprout, wild flowers and rapeseed flowers bloom everywhere, and everything is bathed in the dawn of spring. , swaying and swaying lightly in the spring breeze, like a girl singing and dancing, charming and charming.
Creatures wake up in the spring morning, showing the preciousness and attractiveness of life.
Spring morning lights up the hope in the heart and inspires the passion for life.
The natural world is so beautiful at the moment: bright sunshine is radiating everywhere, colors are showing off everywhere, sweet birds and insects are flying everywhere, and intoxicating aromas are floating everywhere. This is a green world and a sea of ??flowers.
There are people going on outings everywhere, showing the kindness and satisfaction of the elderly, the joy and laughter of lovers, and the innocent smiles of children.
Suddenly I understood: The reason why the bright spring is so beautiful is because it makes people's mood bloom at this moment.
The spring rain comes with the spring thunder and the spring breeze.
The spring rain is like silk, like mist, like smoke, like tide. Through these strands of silk, everything in the world flickers like a faint, misty freehand painting.
I like the spring rain. Not only do I like the heroic appearance of bamboo shoots springing up after the rain, but what I like even more is: Stepping into this light blue misty rain, in this rainy season, you have created a rainless world for me. .
Spring is lively, spring is fanatical, spring is graceful growth, spring is young and vigorous.
Spring is full of the shadow of people's hard work. People use their own hands to sow their firm beliefs and eternal hope, sowing true persistence and selfless love.
Without the colorful colors of spring? Where are the fruitful fruits of autumn?
On a spring night, the light moon covers the gauze, and the sky is full of pingping and tingting. The wind blew across my face and lifted my long hair.
The moonlight is as calm and soft as water.
My heart is like this moonlight, calm and gentle.
I don’t dare to pursue anything deliberately, I just hope that all good beginnings will have a good ending, just like this spring night is long and far away 5. Describing the scenery of spring
Spring It is the most beautiful season. As the saying goes: Spring is the beginning of the year. I love spring because it is neither as hot as summer nor as cold as winter! I love spring.
Spring is here, the season when all things come to life. The blooming of peach blossoms symbolizes the arrival of spring. The flowers in the peach blossom forest are blooming one after another, which is so beautiful. Some of them turned red with laughter.
Spring is soft, the grass is blowing against the pants, and the breath of spring is so real and close to the skin. There are dewdrops lingering on the leaves, falling on the tips of the leaves and refusing to fall. What refuses to slip are the colors of spring, bright and brisk. Don't dare to be too hasty, move your steps slowly, leaving a fresh trace, like a light paint accidentally applied in spring. Is it because I'm afraid of disturbing some dreams and whispers, or because I'm afraid that the fingers of spring will tickle somewhere in my heart, or because I'm afraid that some people and things will disturb my thoughts. Walking slowly, walking slowly...
The first bird song came from the other side of the woods, clear and loud. It's the sound of spring, the green trembling sound, which startled my steps and made the first drop of dew fall, splashing on the forehead of the soil, making me panic. There was a second bird song, very close at hand, in a certain direction above the head, among the leaves, in the buds, and running along the branches. Then, the third sound, the fourth sound... the whole forest became lively.
Simply lie in the palm of spring and let the sun caress you so wantonly. Among the sparse leaves, the sunlight turned into golden threads, weaving dazzling patterns, one after another hanging between me and spring. The grass has stood up, swaying, trying its best to express itself in the embrace of the sun, performing a scrambling dance. Just like that, the sun gradually smiled.
An unknown flower next to her stared at everything. Look at me with the grass and sunshine. The small petals are lightly yellow. Hidden in the grass blades, unintentionally competing for the first place, but inadvertently revealing the pride of spring. I looked back at the little flower, looking forward to a spring conversation with her, but her thin body hid in the green grass again. A breeze blew by, but she hid deeper, flickering in the green grass and darting all the way out of the forest.
Spring is here, the snow on the slopes begins to melt, and the snow water moistens the soil. The hibernating grass roots wake up and grow vigorously.
Countless green grasses poked out their heads like needles, as if breathing there with their small mouths open, shining brightly in the sun; willows began to sprout, swaying their soft branches in the spring breeze; In the peach orchard, there are already buds waiting to bloom on the bare peach branches; the golden winter jasmine flowers are like smiling faces, happily reporting the good news of spring to people. Blown by the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains and slopes opened their eyes, one, two, one clump, two clumps...connected into a piece, forming a sea.
Why is the sky so colorful and dazzling? Ah, it turns out that the children are guarding against kites. Under the blue sky and white clouds, various kites are flying and flying freely. Look at how innocent and cute they smile! Spring belongs to the children, and the sky belongs to the children. They work hard to dress up and add spring colors.
Ah! Spring is so beautiful! Looking at this beautiful scenery, I couldn't help but think of the song I often sang when I was a child - "Where is the Spring": Where is the spring?
Where is spring?
In the green mountain forest in spring
There are red flowers here, green grass here
And the little oriole that can sing
Where is spring?
Where is spring?
I love you spring. In a blink of an eye, the harsh winter is gone, and spring has quietly come to the world. Spring is a beautiful season, a season full of poetry; spring also means a vibrant beginning. Since ancient times, poets have loved spring and praised spring because the scenery in spring is pleasant and can be included in poetry everywhere. Strolling through the Garden of Ancient Poetry, one can see the colorful and colorful Wing Chun poems, which are dizzying for the eyes. I picked a few at random and read them slowly, and I was intoxicated without even realizing it. "One night, light thunder falls on thousands of silk threads, and the lightning flashes on the floating tiles are jagged. The loving peonies contain spring tears, and the powerless roses lie on the branches of dawn." This is "Spring Day" by Qin Guan, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty. This poem describes the spring scene after the rain. Look, it rains in the courtyard, the morning mist is thin, the green tiles are crystal clear, the spring scenery is bright; the peonies are dripping with rain, tender and affectionate, and the roses are lying on the branches and vines, delicate and charming. There are close-ups and distant views, movement and stillness, emotions and gestures, randomly colored and scattered. The whole poem is full of thoughts and vivid descriptions, and has a fresh and graceful charm, which is very endearing. "In the morning, there are songbirds in the trees in the garden, and the red and green spring trees are climbing into the distant forest. Suddenly a good poem comes to my eyes, and the syntax is hard to find." This is "Spring Day" by Chen Yuyi, a poet from the Song Dynasty. This poem describes the scene of a spring morning. The ears are filled with the chirping of birds, and the eyes are filled with green branches, green and red supporting each other, and the fragrance is alluring. 6. An 800-word essay about soil
It is already late winter, and the leaves on the trees have long fallen off. The bare branches stretch towards the sky from all directions, freezing the entire sky into an abstract painting.
Looking through the cold wind, there are several hills scattered in the distance. The green of the past has long disappeared, replaced by a misty yellow-brown, without any vitality. I walked on the land behind the building. Most of the water in the soil had evaporated, and the land became more solid.
I lowered my head and found that a plant beside my feet was still glowing with a faint green color. I squatted down and looked at this unknown plant carefully.
I thought: In this cold deep winter, who gave it the greenery of life? It's dirt! I grabbed a handful of dirt, crushed it in my hands, and observed carefully. The soil here is not fertile, so it is often yellow-brown, with some sand and small stones mixed in.
But this kind of soil can support a plant to stay green until late winter. Thinking back to childhood, almost everyone played in mud.
From the black mud and loess in the fields to the purple sand mud, colorful plasticine and other mud derivatives sold in stores, they all reflect people's deep feelings for the soil. I can play with a piece of yellow mud for a long time.
Pinch a rabbit for a while and an elephant for a while. It is the soil that gives me rich imagination, and it is the soil that opens the door for me to receive enlightenment and education.
I should be grateful to the soil. I looked at the soil in my hand, and when I raised my hand, the powdery soil flew away.
I can't help but think of spring. The soil in spring will never be so open and dry.
Especially during the first spring rain, it doesn’t need to be very heavy, just a feather-like rain is enough. After a night of spring rain, many buds appeared on the land. They felt fluffy, like the eyelashes on a baby's eyes, moist and full of texture.
After another night, the ya'er will grow much taller. I can't believe that this barren land can provide so many little lives with so much nourishment.
When I came back to my senses, I couldn’t help but sigh with emotion: humans are so insignificant compared to the soil. The evolutionary history of human beings is far less pitiful than that of soil. If you just grab a handful of soil, it may have been accumulated over millions or even hundreds of millions of years.
Moreover, the nourishment of all life on earth comes from the selfless dedication of soil. It can be said that all life is made of soil, and soil is the source of life for all living things.
So, when we grow vigorously, have we ever thought about being grateful to the soil? In the days when we are with the soil, have we ever thought about being grateful to the soil? When we look at beautiful flowers, have we ever thought about who contributed to the beauty? Do you want to lower your head and look at this humble soil? No, soil is not humble, it is great! I am forever grateful for this great soil. 7. Looking for a composition describing the scenery of spring
The splendor of spring Spring is everywhere, but the most beautiful spring is indeed in the countryside.
In the blue sky, there are white and flawless clouds embedded in each other. They have no lines, as if they are only rendered with paint, mixed with each other. Blow by the breeze, some are running like sheep on the blue grassland; some are like ten thousand horses galloping, dust is like waves; some are like a jade dragon soaring in the air, with that majestic attitude, that amazing figure The speed and the thrilling roar are unsettling! In the distance, there are faintly visible green mountains. They are continuous, just like teenagers holding hands, singing heartily about the splendor of spring! In the breeze, colorful butterflies dance along with the willow silk; the fiery red peach trees add a bit of beauty and vitality to the dazzling spring. The scorching, snow-capped flowers are blooming one after another, exuding bursts of fragrance. The green grass, blowing in the wind, holding hands, also sings for spring. This reminds me of the poet Bai Juyi's poem "When the grass grows in the original land, it will flourish every year." This shows the vitality of the grass. There are also the green leaves, the vitality of the animals, and the colorful flowers, all gathered together like a market, forming a colorful spring!
Several pairs of lively, clever, small and exquisite swallows came from the south, adding a lot of vitality and color to the spring! Some flew from the rice fields here to the willow trees there in an instant; some were passing and hovering in the sky, chirping as if singing or dancing, becoming lovely creatures between heaven and earth. Little actors; some swept across the lake, their red bellies occasionally touching the water, and then they flew high into the sky again, flying freely, leaving behind circles of elegant ripples. One by one, the little frogs woke up from hibernation, jumped out of the cave, and sucked in the fresh air. Each one said "wow" and the other one said "croak", forming a sweet hymn of spring. Orioles, sparrows, orioles, and magpies are all singing loudly on the branches, singing about this charming, beautiful, and warm spring!
The blue sky, white clouds, green grass, green leaves, and the vibrant animals naturally form a spectacular and beautiful picture! 8. A composition describing the beautiful scenery of spring
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and spring is approaching.
Everything looked like he had just woken up, and he opened his eyes happily. The mountains are moist, the water is rising, and the sun is blushing.
The grass secretly emerged from the soil, tender and green. In the garden and the fields, there are large areas full of them. Sit down, lie down, roll a few times, kick a few balls, race a few times, play hide-and-seek a few times. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees, if you don’t let me, I won’t let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow. There is sweetness in the flowers; when you close your eyes, the village seems to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears.
Thousands of bees were buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes were flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: various kinds, with names and without names, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, and they are blinking.
"The willow wind does not blow cold on your face", not bad, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brought the smell of newly turned soil, mixed with the smell of green grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. The birds settled their nests among the flowers and leaves. They became happy and showed off their clear throats to their friends, singing melodious songs in harmony with the gentle breeze and flowing water. The piccolo played by the shepherd boy on the cow's back was also ringing loudly all day long.
Rain is the most common, lasting for three or two days at a time. Don't be upset. Look, it looks like cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke covering the roof of the house. The leaves are green and shiny. The grass is so green that it can blind your eyes.
In the evening, the lights were turned on, and a little yellow light created a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on small roads and beside stone bridges, there are people walking slowly holding umbrellas; there are also farmers working in the fields, wearing raincaps and hats. Their houses, sparse and sparse, stood silently in the rain.
There are gradually more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In the city and countryside, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if they were rushing to go. Rejuvenate your muscles and bones, rouse yourself, and do your respective things.
"A year's plan begins with spring." At the beginning, there is plenty of time and plenty of hope.
Spring is like a baby that just landed, it is new from head to toe and it is growing.
Spring is like a little girl, full of flowers, smiling and walking.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron-like arms, waist and feet. He leads us forward 9. The composition of spring is here describes the scenery of spring
Spring is here , every corner of the earth is full of the breath of spring. On the campus, there are beautiful spring flowers everywhere. The willow trees have pulled out thin willow silk, which is decorated with light yellow leaves; the grass has the texture of earth. The fragrance came out, clusters and clusters, and the tender and green flowers also stretched, yawned, and stuck out their little heads; the children all took off their bulky winter clothes and put on light ones. And bright spring clothes; the birds flew out from home, singing beautiful songs, telling us: Spring is here! Spring is really here. In the ponds, on the fields, and in the sky, everything is full of vitality. The scenery of nature has also become rich and colorful. On a sunny day, the warm sunshine shines on you, and the soft spring breeze It feels warm and comfortable when brushed on the face: On a rainy day, bursts of spring thunder explode from time to time, which is both thrilling and exciting. The scenery in spring is so beautiful, and people's mood is even more beautiful in spring. The waist is straight and rickety for a whole winter. , the cheerful smiles are full of hope. The park is lively again. Young people taking pictures, old people fishing, and children catching insects are all intoxicated in the embrace of nature and linger. People are busier in spring. As the saying goes Said: The plan for the year begins in spring. You see, in the streets and alleys of the city, busy figures are shuttled back and forth. In the fields of the countryside, farmers are sowing the seeds of hope. On the walls of the classroom are There are many fruits of knowledge waiting for us to pick in the new semester's class schedule and new books. I love spring. I like to smell the fragrance of flowers, see the new green of the trees, and hear the singing of the little blackbirds. I love spring because it is full of vitality and new hope! Example 3: Beautiful spring. As soon as Grandpa Dong left, Miss Chun quietly came to the world with a basket of flowers, accompanied by the spring breeze and spring rain. Suddenly, all things on the earth revived, and the fragrance of flowers showed a lively look. You see , the spring breeze blows gently on the earth, and the grass emerges from the ground. They are tender green all over. From a distance, they look like a green carpet. When the spring breeze blows, they sway from side to side, as if they are nodding to the spring breeze. It is interesting. Awesome. Look, the flowers are in full bloom, red like fire, white like snow, pink like clouds, colorful. The peach blossoms on the mountain look like clouds from a distance. The flowers have put on a flowery dress for the world. , extremely beautiful. You see, the trees are like guards who stick to the border. They have survived the cold winter and are still standing there. Today, they have sprouted new branches and grown green leaves. The most beautiful thing is the pond. The willow tree on the side has green wickers growing out, like little braids. When the spring breeze blows, the wickers sway in all directions, like a girl dancing, which is very beautiful. Look, the spring rain is rustling on the ground, like embroidery needles and ox hair. The snow on the river melted, and the snow water merged into a stream, flowing gurglingly. In the river, the little tadpoles swam playfully, as if looking for their mother, so cute. Look, the little swallows and The wild geese have all flown back from the south. Why? I must think that spring is so beautiful. They are chirping in the air, as if calling other little swallows to come and play with them. Groups of butterflies and bees are dancing in the flowers. The bees are collecting nectar, and the butterflies are collecting pollen. , extremely busy. I love spring. I hope spring will stay on the land of the motherland forever.