1. To describe the scenery, use the technique of combining movement and stillness, and the combination of front and side description
Autumn color poem "Autumn wind is mixed with autumn rain, and the coolness of the night adds a little bit. The whistling is endless, and the fallen leaves are leisurely. Dance."Yes! The autumn wind blows and the autumn rain passes by. Mother Qiu is busy covering the trees with gold.
Looking from afar, it looks like a vast "golden sea". The autumn wind swept by, and the leaves fell one after another. Some danced like butterflies; some spread their wings like orioles and flew; some spun lightly like dancers.
The fallen leaves on the ground are like a thick golden blanket. Although autumn is not as lively as spring when flowers are in full bloom, nor is it as lively as summer when trees are shaded, it attracts people with its attractive autumn colors and golden fruits.
I love to see the bright moon on the Mid-Autumn Night; I love to see the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums in Yingze Park; I love to see the neatly lined up geese heading south; I love to see the clear Fen River water reflecting the blue sky; and I love to see pearls even more. The granaries are piled with grains, and the branches are covered with heavy apples. In autumn, the chrysanthemums stand proudly against the cold wind, graceful and graceful.
There are red, white, yellow, purple and pink.
Colorful and beautiful in autumn. Isn't there a saying that says, "Chrysanthemums are not preferred among flowers, and there will be no more flowers after all the flowers have bloomed."
In autumn, Jiewei Mountain is covered with red leaves, as red as flames, like sunset glow, as if they disdain the cold autumn. It is really " Frost leaves are as red as February flowers.” How can we not love these beautiful autumn colors! Entering autumn We enter autumn. The ears of rice, sunflowers, apples, grapes, corn, and sorghum are all mature, and the beautiful wild chrysanthemums are also fragrant in the fields.
The ears of rice are mature, and the golden face is like a beautiful piece of gold, shining in the sun. The sunflowers are mature, and they all bow their heads and bend over, as if they are walking with their backs bent.
The apples were cooled by the autumn wind, and everyone wore a red cotton-padded jacket, as if red lanterns were hung on every branch. every branch.
The grapes were also cooled by the autumn wind, and each one of them was covered with a purple robe, as if the grapes were also blown by the autumn wind. Like beautiful purple pearls, the strings are so beautiful! Corn held up the red tassel and opened her mouth happily, as if she had forgotten all the worries of the summer. Gao Liang smiled with a red face, opening his mouth from ear to ear as happily as if he had been praised by others.
The wild chrysanthemums are also fragrant in autumn. I walk on the paths in the fields and gently smell the fragrance of the wild chrysanthemums. They are as beautiful and beautiful as roses, honeysuckles, morning glory and cactus flowers. In autumn, there are those golden ears of rice, yellow sunflowers, fiery red apples, purple grapes, yellow corn, and red sorghum. It is so beautiful! ah! How colorful autumn is! How glorious you are! How noble you are! You are not only a season of beauty, but also a season of harvest.
I want to thank autumn, because autumn brings us food and fills the world with beauty. ah! Autumn, how great you are! Sunset After dinner today, my friends and I were playing in the yard. We played for a while, and when we were tired, we lay down on the soft sand and looked at the sky. Suddenly, a piece of sunset floated into my sight, and I looked around I looked at it and saw more sunset glow. I looked carefully and found that the sunset glow looked like many things.
Some sunsets are like an old hen, with little chicks covered with yellow feathers. Behind them, there is a piece of sunset chasing closely like a vicious dog. Suddenly, the hen turns around and goes away. The hen turned around and pecked the evil dog, driving it away. Some sunsets are like a dozen horses. They are galloping on the field, seeming to be competing with who can run the fastest. After a while, a horse crosses the finish line first. It is the strong one among the horses, and it is the horse. The leader of the group. I want to be the first no matter what I do in life and not fall behind others.
Some sunsets look like a few children playing together. Sometimes they play in the river; sometimes they pick up stones by the river; sometimes they wrestle under the shade of the trees, and sometimes they pick fruits on the trees... They play So happy. The sunset is so beautiful, why didn’t I notice it before? Grandpa’s courtyard In the early morning, a burst of birdsong like silver bells awakened the sleeping earth.
I opened my sleepy eyes, put on my clothes, and came to my grandpa’s farmyard. I looked up at the sky, and the white fish belly appeared in the east. The small courtyard gradually came alive with the rising sun.
Look, the rooster walked up to the courtyard wall with his head held high and his chest puffed out, and cried "Oooh"; the bird stood on the treetop and sang "Chirp" , like happy notes one by one; there is a curl of smoke from the chimney, it is so warm, I think it must be grandma starting to cook. After breakfast, the sun has risen very high.
The small courtyard suddenly became brighter. Peonies, roses, clivias... all blooming in the sunshine.
The peonies are blooming brightly, and each one looks like the bright smiling faces of children. The red, yellow and pink roses dance in the breeze, like a graceful girl.
Clivia is blooming in the corner, but it is not ostentatious, as if it is showing its gentlemanly demeanor. There is an apricot tree in the middle of the yard. It looks so tall among the flowers. It stretches its strips of paper to all sides.
On the branches, there are small oval leaves, emerald green. Pushing aside the dense leaves, I also saw small apricots, like beating little hearts, showing us its strong vitality.
What surprised me even more was that in the clump of bamboo at the entrance of the courtyard, there was a small drop of water hanging on the tip of each leaf. I asked my grandfather why there was a crystal dewdrop hanging on each bamboo leaf.
My grandfather told me that bamboo absorbs as much water as possible at night to supply its growth needs until it reaches the leaf tips. It suddenly dawned on me that this patch of dark green was just the manifestation of its vitality.
It was gradually reaching noon, and in the moist earthy smell, I smelled waves of tangy fragrance. When I looked up, I saw that it was coming from the locust tree outside the yard.
The branches are full of white sophora flowers, like a mountain of silver. It is really like "a sudden spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of locust trees bloom"! Bees are buzzing, adding more vitality to the courtyard.
This is my grandpa’s courtyard, a vibrant courtyard! See clearly! This is 4 articles! Don't take it for granted.
2. How to use the method of combining movement and stillness to write an article describing scenery
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On April 30, we participated in the social practice organized by the school Activities. After learning that we were going to Qixing Ski Resort, Qibao Ancient Town, and Sports Park in our first year of high school, the students were very happy. After all, this was our first social practice activity after entering school, and we couldn’t help but be a little excited...
< p> Early that morning, many classmates were discussing the program of the activity in the classroom... Although we are already high school students, we were still as excited as junior high school students on a spring outing... When everyone lined up neatly to get on the bus After that, the tour guide told us about the day's itinerary. After more than an hour's drive, we first arrived at Yinqixing Ski Resort. Everyone quickly changed into ski clothes and received equipment. Everything was very orderly~ When we When we came to the snow with excitement, the icy wind hit us head-on... It was like a world of ice and snow... The vast expanse of white... made us shiver, but how could this stop the enthusiasm of the students? When we first started putting on our skis It was quite strenuous, and we were cautious, fearing that we might accidentally fall, but seeing other students sliding around having a great time, we were not to be outdone, and with the encouragement of our classmates, we had the courage to go uphill once. , the feeling of sliding down is called ***! What a blast! At the same time, everyone got used to the temperature inside and started having a snowball fight! It’s really an indescribable joy to be able to ski in a city where it rarely snows this year!After skiing, we took a bus to Qibao Ancient Town. The weather outside was in sharp contrast with the ski resort. *** The hot sun was shining in the sky. Everyone seemed a little uncomfortable. Find a shaded place to escape the heat and rest... Of course we also had a great time visiting the ancient town... There are not only delicious snacks in the ancient town, but also some unique works of art. The charm of the Jiangnan ancient town seems to be permeated here... Tourists coming and going One after another, we went back and forth with nostalgia...
In the afternoon we came to the sports park again. The sultry heat lingered. Some students lay under the shade of the trees to enjoy the coolness, and some even borrowed bicycles to visit the park in twos and threes. It was like playing with the wind, and some boys found a large open space to play football and had a great time... In the park, we played and relaxed, and the whole park was filled with our laughter... …
After saying goodbye to the park, we got on the bus back to school. In the car, the students were still talking about today’s activities. In this international metropolis, there are not only places for leisure and entertainment, but also There are also rich customs and attractions, which let us know more about our city... our society...
This social practice activity allowed us to truly experience the charm of social practice... it is fulfilling and colorful... The students like this kind of activity very much. Going from school to society also requires accumulation and practice bit by bit, so we are looking forward to the next social practice activity... 3. Use the technique of combining movement and stillness to write 150-word essay on Egret
Winter is coming, accompanied by the biting wind and the coldness of depression. The last leaf on the willow branch cannot resist the temptation of freedom, fluttering away from the hold of the branch, singing with the wind. And left. The tree also began to feel lonely.
Just that night, you floated from the distant heaven so cheerfully and lightly with the whistle of the wind. You were so calm, not afraid of heights, not afraid of heights. Afraid of the cold, breaking through the haze, reborn from the body of water, shouldering the important task of nourishing the winter and fragrant plum blossoms, using your gentleness, your tenderness, your wisdom, your neither arrogance nor arrogance, to clear away the clouds and mist along the way. Xiaoyao came to this place where I don’t know whether it is pure or dirty, and influenced those silent lives with your whiteness, your silence, and your moisture.
You annoying elf, you use such beautiful beauty The dance depicts hope and brews vitality in this bleak winter. You put on a warm coat for the blooming plum blossoms, filling its fragrance. You compose a happy song of growth for the life in the wild; you add to the poet's pale verses and With vivid rhythms, you sing a song for the depression of winter.
You are such an annoying elf, you are the soul of water, you freeze yourself into ice in the depression of winter, and then turn yourself into ice. It melts little by little in the winter sunshine and penetrates into every corner of the world, so there are the songs of nightingales, the grace of fish, the waves of the sea, the tinkling of mountain springs, the spectacular scenery of waterfalls, and " "Several romantic figures still have the ambition to look at the present", and the elegance of "A man in a boat with a coir raincoat, fishing alone for snow in the cold river".
You annoying elf, you don't have the charm of spring and the warmth of summer. , you can rely on the temptation of autumn, choose this bleak winter alone, and turn the world into a piece of white silk satin, which is the color of the sky. It embellishes nature into a beautiful ink painting. This year has gone, and next year Come again, without asking for reward or complaining. Year after year, the young saplings will grow strong in your arms, and the plum blossoms will be fragrant in your white dreams. 4. Write a short composition of about 100 words using a combination of movement and stillness. , Be original and write by yourself
Walking on your own road, unfazed by favors and disgrace, careless about going or staying, taking out yellow paper in hand, holding tea and sipping it, it was a kind of indifference and purity at that time.
Just like listening to the melodies flying outside the window when you are feeling indifferent, your heart is peaceful and dust-free, and the fragrance of chrysanthemums overflows.
This is a smooth road.
Walking on your own road, impassioned, holding the yellow sky, shooting at the moon, and heading east across the river, it was a kind of majestic and majestic at that time. Just like the figure fighting and forging ahead in the violent storm, the blood is bitter, but the heroic spirit remains forever.
This is the path of great excitement.
There are always people who take the trouble to put responsibility in other people's paths. They seem to be gods with a halo, meaning that only the road they favor is smooth. They think that by repeating it a thousand times, they can make some roads deserted and others crowded with people. As everyone knows, everyone is walking on the road, and everyone has their own way.
Have you forgotten the prosperity of ideological confrontation more than two thousand years ago? Confucius' apricot altar stood elegantly, Laozi lived peacefully in the woods, Mozi worked hard "to benefit the world one after another," while Xunzi grasped the measure of "the laws of heaven are constant." If we further inscribe Han Fei, who took Dharma as his teacher, and Zhuang Zhou, who is a man and a butterfly, wouldn't they be even more like people who travel safely? Isn’t the spectacle of contention far better than the sameness? Otherwise, what is the difference between people and the trees standing side by side in the field? What kind of road, what kind of scenery flows, what kind of passers-by, what kind of songs are chanted. Opening the memory, there are many beautiful roads that are tangled and entangled to break free.
I think of Qinglian’s Qingya White Deer, Liu Yong’s Yangliu Yiyi, and Nalan Xingde’s most beautiful thoughts. I think of Nietzsche’s self-comparison with the sun, Van Gogh’s piece of gold, and Tolstoy’s spirit of labor. At all times and in all over the world, how many people have carried a heavy burden and insisted on persisting on their own long road full of thorns, and how many people have followed the footsteps of others and spent their lives in desolation, doing nothing, being deeply buried and lost in the thick smoke and dust of history. The perishable corpse has lost its immortal soul. If Microsoft's Bill did not have his own seemingly winding road, but followed the footsteps of others on the high road, then there would be no Windows system, no Office software, and there would be no richest man who has been monopolized for a long time. seat.
If the Thirteen Tangshan martyrs had not gone south to Chenzhou to face the heavy snowfall, but had stayed at home alone to enjoy the joy of the festival, then perhaps there would not have been so many followers to save this winter with their passion. There were not so many moved tears and smiles among the people in the unprecedented snow disaster in the South.
The beauty and richness of this world are all due to people walking tirelessly on the road, and everyone is walking their own path. So - some roads have flowers blooming and falling, some roads are full of clouds; some roads are full of devastation, some roads are full of bumps; some roads are full of strength, and some roads are calm...
Everyone is walking on the road .
Everyone has his or her own way. 5. Use a writing technique that combines movement and stillness to write about a scene, 50 words
If the flowers bloom in the bright light, it will be a sight to see. The lotus is particularly red when reflecting the sun. But if it grows on the back of the rockery, the idleness of the courtyard will be lost. Where is it? Off the beaten track.
Because the tickets for this garden are no cheaper than elsewhere, I have to walk around every corner.
The rockery is hazy in the light mist. The winding and twisting angles are endless and looming. There is a place where the green color leaches out. This stone is beautiful.
I got closer and turned over the back. What kind of plant was it? There was neither sun nor moon in the sky at that time, and there was a sense of stagnation of time and space, with light gray fog and a thin coolness.
The clump of it is cold, warm and warm at the same time. Under the long dark green leaves, flowers are woven in navy and sapphire blue. Three or four huge ones, one medium-sized one, and one or two buds. There were several dark-colored bodies lying quietly on the ground, twisting and turning, as if they were having sex. The song flows into my eardrums. 6. Use the combination of movement and stillness to write my campus composition of about 300 words
"Wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows and grows again."
In the minds of the ancients: grass is a very special kind of grass. A strong, never giving up plant. Although it does not have a beautiful color, it selflessly contributes its attractive green color.
East is the season when the earth rests. The dry and yellow grass looked dying under the biting cold wind.
"What a pity!" the insects said in unison. A few days later, the insects passed by the pile of dead grass again.
Yeah! Where have the dead grass gone? oh? It turned out that it had been cut off for warmth by a group of passing children. "Hey! What a pity!" The insects said in unison again.
As winter turns to spring, the ice and snow on the lake melts. Everywhere is full of the flavor of spring.
One day, the sky was covered with dark clouds, as if God had knocked over the ink bottle. The insects on the ground quickly returned to their holes.
It will rain soon. The rain stopped, and the sound of raindrops on the roadside: "Drip... drip..." was like the afterglow after a rain.
This is something the kids in the city have never heard of. Suddenly, many green seedlings miraculously "drilled" out of the muddy ground.
A few days later, the insects passed by the grass again. I was surprised to see a bunch of green grass.
"How wonderful!" the insects said in unison. ...A gust of wind blew by, and the grass danced gracefully.
The insects sang and danced.
"Hahaha..." The cheerful laughter and the sound of wind merged into one.
"Wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows and grows again." We humans should also learn from the nature of grass. 7. Use a combination of movement and stillness to write a winter park composition
Winter is coming again. Of course, the snowflakes are falling from the gloomy sky with the change of weather. Scattered in every corner of this city.
The next morning, rays of sunshine fell from the cloud-covered sky. A group of children wearing big cotton coats and big cotton hats, who looked like big loaves of bread, ran towards the park happily.
It was eerily quiet in the park, not even the chirping of birds. The ground, the bare branches, the street lamps, everything is white, as if the earth is wearing a white coat. Even the evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer were covered with a layer of fluffy white snow.
But after a while, the arrival of the children revealed another scene in the park. Some of them were building snowmen, some were having snowball fights, and some wanted to use cameras to record the beautiful scenery. Look, the little girl standing next to the snowman with a red bow in her hair is me. My friends and I are enthusiastically "repairing" the body of the fat snowman.
The friends next to me were also "exercising" with smiles on their faces, and big drops of sweat were dripping from their heads