Write my paradise composition 1 In my memory, there was once such a place: a green mountain, a clear water, lush trees and delicious fruits. Come here when you are unhappy, listening to the gurgling sound of running water, listening to the birds singing in the mountains and breathing the fresh air of nature will make you feel very comfortable in an instant. This is my paradise.
Green grass, wild flowers all over the mountains, and lush forests, just clear water, there will be unlimited fun, the water here is crystal clear, more natural than the lakes in the noisy city, there are colorful water stones here, and occasionally a gust of wind strikes, breaking the tranquility of the clear water, and the leaves next to it fall into the water like boats. All this constitutes a beautiful painting.
In autumn, when the crops are ripe, the golden rice can't be seen at a glance. The wind blows the rice waves, and the rice fields turn golden waves and suddenly fall to one side. The endless rice fields are like golden carpets spread on the earth, and the rice fields have written a hymn of harvest for the golden autumn. Come under the fruit tree and pick the fruit from the tree. It is sweet and sour, crisp and sweet.
That place is the back mountain of my grandmother's house and my paradise, because it is better to travel all over Qian Shan than to walk through that mountain; Because picking a fruit there is better than tasting all the delicious food; Because listening to birds there is better than listening to all kinds of incomparable music. Now because of school, I seldom go back. Goodbye, my Qingshui! Goodbye, my blooming flowers and lush forests.
Write my paradise composition 2 Friends, do you know where my paradise is? It is not a children's paradise in Jinjiang Mountain, nor a swimming pool in Wulongbei, nor is it Bandung Stadium. This is my absolute private domain-my bedroom.
My bedroom is rectangular. Open the door, the opposite is a big window, the sun shines into my heaven from here, making my heaven full of warmth. The curtains are light blue, with lovely rainbow cats and naughty Lan Tu on them. At night, they quietly watched me fall asleep. The windowsill is full of building blocks, and I always realize my various "designs" there, including parks, playgrounds and military bases. ...
The walls on both sides of the window have become bookcases filled with my "treasures". There are Snow White, The Water Margin, The Journey to the West, The Storm of the Republic of China and Yi Zhongtian's Three Kingdoms ... I often hold these "treasures" to the bedside and read them slowly and savor them. This is definitely a kind of enjoyment, intoxication and happiness!
Under the window is my bed. After learning every day, I jump into its warm arms and sleep sweetly. Above the bed is a beautiful Mongolian mosquito net, which is a sharp weapon to prevent mosquitoes from kissing me.
Next to the bed is my big desk. There is an eye protection lamp above the desk. There are some study reference books, reading machines, pencil sharpeners and pen containers on my desk ... they accompany me to learn and grow every day.
This is my bedroom. I like it. I like to study, play and rest in its arms. This is my paradise.
No white pollution, no car horns, no billowing smoke. That's my paradise-Liuhe Beach.
In the morning, I don't deliberately dress up, I don't wear light makeup and thick ink, I just have a natural smile on my face and walk out the door with a good mood. The winding path extends far under my feet. On the way, I sang my grandmother's "penghu bend" softly, of course, singing and enjoying myself. The sun is shining in early spring. On the way, while picking wild flowers, I sang "The evening breeze gently blows the Penghu bend, and white waves chase the beach. There are no willows chasing the sunset, only a sea blue ... singing and stopping all the way, just like a fairyland on earth. Because people don't get up too early in the morning, it's especially quiet and elegant here. Enjoy yourself.
From a distance, the most conspicuous place on Liuhe Beach is willow. Sister Chun didn't know when she woke up. Before me, she was already dancing with Miss Liu, tender as water. Looking closer, it turned out that Sister Chun was combing Miss Liu's hair. That gentle and elegant gesture transcends the word "beauty".
Suddenly, the lingering soft spring rain came on my face, dripping on my face, cool and quiet, with no sound, but rain. Let a person have a kind of unspeakable comfort. Sit quietly under the willow tree and on the beach, close your eyes quietly and enjoy the beautiful scenery of nature.
The funniest thing is summer. I like coming here with my brother. My brother always doesn't want to go, but under my various entreaties, he often accompanies me here. I walked behind my brother, holding a wild flower with bird droppings in my pocket.