Who is driving a boat, fishing alone in the cold river and looking at the two rows of geese with clear eyes in the court of the Southern Tang Dynasty? He is selfish, intoxicated and intoxicated, and he is also the most beautiful scenery in Jiangnan, which has nothing to do with fighting and noise.
Who smells better in spring? Drunk patting the railing is delicious. Don't turn the candle red when you return, and wait for Ma Ti to clear jathyapple.
Who is obsessed with the fleeting luxury of touching the pipa and the relationship between soul and dream in E Huang's dress? Emperors seldom get love since ancient times, but he is an exception. So what if the country is teetering and the storm is coming? As long as the flowers in my heart are unbeaten forever and the scenery in my heart is still there, then everything can become the background of sweet love. In the year of barren smoke and creeping weeds, gorgeous summer flowers can also bloom.
Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms. I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai!
Autumn in the capital of song dynasty always comes so early, sad and lonely, lonely and sad. He wandered alone in the deep courtyard of Wu Tong, happily walked and observed the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, all of which were given a new chapter in the old law. Seeing the old bright moon-the carved jade fence should still be there, and the eyes are full of flowers-most black tea is not as bright as yesterday. In those warm and sensitive eyes, there is no scenery in the capital of song dynasty, but the scenery of Jinling in the past is carefully hidden in the spring water of that river, rolling east and flowing forever.
The jade building Yao Dian turned back in vain, and heaven and earth hated it. Never shed tears to find the old spectrum, a river of spring water flows forever.
Whose loneliness stands on the water waves, whose loneliness is withered by fallen leaves, and whose tears are shed by the drizzle of Qixi? Overnight, flowers bloom and fall, and dew becomes frost. He left with childlike innocence, poetry and feelings of calligraphy. Like a whistling arrow, it fled to the vast distance, and like a butterfly's wings into the sunset, into its own beauty and wandering. The years of emptiness and Mongolia are going backwards, the years of Jinse are going backwards, the south of the Yangtze River is prosperous, and the moon in the capital of song dynasty is going backwards. When the whole world retreated behind the scenes, he became the only scenery in Song Yuli, tang style.
Yes, his name is Li Yu.
I don't want to call him "the Lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty", "the emperor in the word" and "the prisoner of national subjugation". He is a landscape, a landscape that any language will be pale and powerless.
Some people say that he is "a lyricist on Qin Liu, how can he be a member of the emperor's family?" Some people say that his life is a blend of who and fire. The poet's nature meets your promise, and he has nothing but a wisp of smoke. I don't think so. A prince can be detached from the scenery, a king's romantic love is the scenery, and a person who has lost his affectionate gaze on his hometown is also the scenery. Even if he really only turns into a wisp of smoke, he will certainly turn into clouds and stretch into the most beautiful scenery on the horizon.
The beauty of nature in 600 words.
Nature is beautiful, and the world is beautiful.
Maybe you will hate rainy and humid weather. But looking at them with your heart is different.
It's raining outside the window and the room is quiet. At this time, you just need to calm down. Sitting on a cane chair, with spiritual food on your legs, drinking steaming scented tea, the fragrance of scented tea and the freshness of the air outside the window blend into one, and slowly and slowly sneak into your heart. Soft violin music holds your hand and takes you into a beautiful dream. When you wake up, you can put on your coat, put on your umbrella and go for a walk outside. You see, the low houses in the small village are smoking, with lights on and hazy in the drizzle. Smoke, lights and drizzle, trees and grass. Did everything in nature make you friends with them? I think this is what Mr. Zhu Ziqing felt when he wrote Spring Rain!
Of course, it can't rain every day. The sky is clear in Wan Li.
Clear sky is the pride of summer, and the sky in all seasons belongs to it. But you must be worried about the scorching sun in summer. However, as long as you make friends with them.
There are no impurities in the blue sky in summer, only lovely white clouds are dotted. Cicada sings the beauty of summer in the shade.
You can sit quietly by the stream, the tall and lush trees stretch out their arms to shield you from the sun, and the green grass weaves a fluffy and soft blanket for you, as early as spring. Lying on the blanket, you look up at the blue sky, and the stream plays Adeline by the water rhythmically for you. When you are completely intoxicated in the beautiful world, a breeze caresses your face, lifts your long hair and lets it go. At this moment, does the song of freedom ring in my ear > Do you feel that you are a member of this blue sky, dancing with the cloud babies in a cheerful and beautiful group dance? The sun has set. Let's get on our bikes and go home. In the distance, mother sunset is waving to you with a sweet smile in the colorful, beautiful and elegant sunset!
Appreciate the world with your heart. God created them with his heart, how can he be worthy of his old man's kindness?
About 600 words about the beautiful sunset.
As the sun sets, the earth is bathed in the afterglow of rosy clouds, people walk in the streets in twos and threes, and the evening breeze slowly blows the fragrance of flowers and trees, which makes people relaxed and happy, and makes people see the sun and shine.
A crimson sunset glow shone on the western hills, and large white clouds floated in the blue sky. They are flaming purples in the sunset. If you look carefully, you will see clouds flying in the air, just like in a veiled dream, which will keep you away from troubles.
The fish in the pond return to the deep, and the smoke from the kitchen calls for the children to go hand in hand. The light sound of the sunset kissing the earth separates the day from the night. As a result, those tired birds who devoted themselves to the forest, like poems burned by poets, came back with the blood of the sunset. ...
A refreshing night wind came to my face, as if all the troubles and fatigue were ignored, and every nervous nerve in my body was gradually relieved; On the river wrinkled by the wind, there are layers of ripples, reflecting the deep red light, like a river of red agate, shining brightly; The small bamboo forest in the distance glows with green light, the bamboo leaves are gently shaken in the breeze, and the wind blows the rustling sound of leaves, like singing a beautiful song; The wind in the sky is chasing, teasing and tearing at the clouds.
Looking down, a small river-Xiaobeijiang, the hue of bamboo and the glow of sunset glow add a quiet atmosphere to Xiaobeijiang, and the graceful image of bamboo and the magnificent glow of sunset glow make Xiaobeijiang more cordial in people's hearts; Several small fishing boats came home and drew sparkling water lines on the river.
Sometimes birds fly in mid-air, and sometimes I can hear the crisp and melodious chirping of magpies. At this time, I just woke up from the dusk dream.
The sun went down and the burning sunset gradually dimmed.
In a blink of an eye, the last sunset in the western world has melted into the twilight, and the sky is gradually getting dark. The surrounding mountains show an indigo outline, the twilight is getting thicker and the earth is in chaos.
This is like the ending of a symphony, which is beautiful, but gradually turns into silence, causing endless feelings in people's hearts, paving a layer of touching poetry for the evening on campus: "Lonely smoke in the desert, the long river sets the yen" is its unparalleled majestic momentum; "A setting sun is spreading in the water, and half the river is rustling and half the river is red" is its mature charm; "Love on earth is too late" highlights its tranquility ...
Gradually, gradually, the night came, and the intoxicating dusk still appeared in my mind. The beautiful and charming scenery deeply attracted me: my sight, my spirit, my thoughts ... were immersed in this indescribable "dusk map", and I also fell into this inexplicable feeling.
I am reluctant to go, with heavy steps, and quietly left the boundary of this dusk. ...
Write 600 words about scenery and 600 words about things. My hometown.
Hechi is a beautiful place, with the reputation of "the hometown of hydropower in China, the hometown of Sanjie Liu, the hometown of Heqi army and peace". Speaking of which, you must have guessed, right Yes, Hechi is my hometown, and I am proud of it. The Three Gorges in Liu Jia is a famous scenic spot in my hometown. It is like a pearl embedded in the northwest of Hechi, which makes Hechi more dazzling. The Little Three Gorges in Liu Jia used to be called the goddess of Lorca, but now it is called the Three Gorges in Longjiang. It is composed of Tianmen Gorge, Liangfeng Gorge, Longmen Gorge and the pastoral scenery of Lijiang River respectively, and is known as "the first valley in Zhuangxiang and the first gorge in South China". The river is blue, shining blue, dazzling blue, smiling and surging, sailing away layer by layer. The river is clear, and the boat is reflected in the clear river, which is more beautiful; The mountain is reflected in the clear river, which is even more majestic; The setting sun is reflected in the clear river, which is even more dazzling; Birds are reflected in the clear river, which is more lively and lovely; The trees are greener when reflected in the clear river. Look at that! This mountain has a myriad of postures, like an eagle spreading its wings, like a eager frog, like a proud peacock, like a sleeping girl ... Among them, "Jiang Hui Xiufeng, the Great Wall, the lion looking forward to the sun, the Tian Quan Waterfall, the scarab exploring the moon, the beautiful woman taking a bath and the jade rabbit coming down to earth are really wonderful. Walking into the cool breeze gorge, I bumped into a cool breeze, which contained flowers! Ah, it's so cool! When I came to Mongolian village, I was intoxicated by different ethnic customs. There are many cute little monkeys, lively and lovely. I love Hechi and I love my hometown. Wherever I go, the mountains, rivers, plants and trees in my hometown are affecting me and I can't forget them. The scenery in my hometown has nurtured us. Today, we are proud of our beautiful hometown. Tomorrow, we will make our hometown proud of us.
Comments: The author's deep love for his hometown is like a trickle swimming between mountains and rivers, lingering between the lines!
A burning candle
After supper, I was about to do my homework. Suddenly, the light went out. I quickly looked out of the window, and it was dark outside. It turned out to be a power failure. what can I do? There is a lot of homework today. Now the power outage is like a newly weaned baby, and I'm anxious like an ant on hot bricks. At this time, a fire lit up the room. It turned out that dad lit a candle, which was a beautifully shaped artistic candle. My heart lifted when I saw the beating candlelight. By candlelight, the homework was finished quickly. At this time, there was a cheer outside the window: "Hoo, hoo!" The lights in the room came on at the same time. In the dazzling light, the candlelight became very weak, flickering, so insignificant, but I could not bear to blow it out. Thanks to the candlelight tonight, I successfully finished my homework, although the candlelight at this time is so inconspicuous. At this time, I accidentally found that there was only a small piece of burning candle left, and my heart could not help but tremble.
Looking at the remaining small candle, I had a feeling that a beautiful candle burned out like this, bringing us light and selflessly sacrificing myself. "Burn yourself and illuminate others." How touching the dedication of candles is!
The remaining candles remind me of my teacher. Teachers should not only come to school early every day, give us lessons and help us study, but also prepare lessons and correct homework when they go home. Teachers work hard every day, some give up the time to do housework, some sacrifice the reunion with their families, and some refuse the appointment with friends. The teacher dedicated all his enthusiasm and energy to his classmates. Isn't the spirit of burning yourself and illuminating others reflected in the teacher? For example, my head teacher, Mr Zheng, is such a teacher. She comes to class early every day and arranges for her classmates to read early and study by themselves. She attends every class seriously and often cries herself hoarse. In order to cultivate and improve the comprehensive quality of her classmates, she racked her brains and tried her best: organizing her classmates to write their own mini-blackboard newspaper; Help students set up a book corner; Instruct her classmates to hold an ancient poetry reading contest ... even during the holidays, she still cares about her classmates' study. I remember one weekend night, I was watching TV series with relish at home when the phone rang. It turned out that Mr. Zheng was still thinking about class work on the rest day, so he specially called to arrange the work of class cadres and arranged for students to help each other. This is our teacher. When we all had a good time and had a rest, she was still worried about her classmates' study.
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Teachers are like candles. They work hard, contribute silently, and have no regrets. Teachers use their own actions, not only teach us scientific and cultural knowledge, but also let us know how to be human.
Let's learn the dedication of candles, burn ourselves like teachers and illuminate others!
I'll give you two 600-word landscape compositions of Summer, both of which are good. Please copy it if you still want it.
Yesterday seemed to be a warm spring, but today is already a hot summer. I don't know when, Miss Chun has left, and Miss Xia has come with light steps. Ah, summer is coming!
Summer is coming and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. The sun shines brilliantly on the earth, making people unable to open their eyes. Everyone moved chairs and fans and sat under a big tree to enjoy the cool and chat! Only at night, it gradually cooled down, and the wind blew on me, so cool!
Summer is here, and the vegetation is particularly lush. Trees with dense leaves provide people with dense shade. The dog hid in the shade, sticking out its long tongue and panting. The fish soon surfaced, bubbling. The pond is full of lotus flowers, and they are competing to open in the pond, floating out a faint fragrance.
When summer comes, as long as it rains, it will become very refreshing. Waves of gentle summer rain, "Didi Da, Didi Da" underground, transparent summer rain is cool, giving people a cool feeling. Raindrops hit the ground, splashing one after another; When raindrops fall into the water, a bubble immediately rises in the water; Rain falls like a waterfall on the roof. The rain has stopped, the trees are greener, the grass is greener, the flowers are more energetic and the sky is slightly blue. Open the window, the air is particularly fresh, and the whole body suddenly feels comfortable and cool. Summer rain washes away the dirt of nature, people's inner irritability, the heat of the weather and brings cleanliness, freshness and refreshment.
Ah, summer is coming!
I like the freshness and vitality of spring; I like colorful and fruitful autumn; I like the snow in winter. I prefer lush trees and vibrant summer.
Peony, Chinese rose, morning glory, canna ... Whether it's an unknown small wild flower or a magnificent and precious flower, it all blooms all over the earth with * * *. The treetops shaded by green leaves are growing in the hot sun. After exposure and shower in the hot sun, plants and trees are growing rapidly and becoming lush.
In summer, you put on makeup and dyed all kinds of fruits in the market. There are purple eggplants, purple grapes, Huang Chengcheng pears and pink peaches that grin at you. However, in summer, people like to eat nothing more than big, cool and thirst-quenching watermelon. The thick green peel and red pulp are mixed with many small black melon seeds, which were bitten by My Sweetie. This happy scene is absolutely unique to summer.
Xia, you are like a child, "June day, doll's face." This proverb is true. It was a scorching sun, and there were no clouds in Wan Li. Suddenly, it got dark and dark clouds covered the scorching sun. Suddenly, there was a bolt from the blue, lightning and thunder, and it rained cats and dogs. At this point, you are different from the other three seasons. The weather is so stable in spring, summer, autumn and winter, but you are playing hide-and-seek with us.
In summer, you are so beautiful. The scorching sun is burning the earth, and the beautiful scenery of the mud pond, which is only available in summer, cools the boiling heart. Between the green lotus leaves, a few beautiful lotus flowers are set off, "Mud emerges without dye, ripples without demon", and the pale pink veil shows her shyness, just like a slim girl.
Xia, you have your unique beauty, you have your fiery and passionate beauty, and you express beauty in your unique way! In the sunshine and rain you spread, everything thrives and paints this beautiful summer scene. I love you, Summer!
Writing a 600-word landscape composition, you can find the spring breeze that awakens everything from the Internet, and you can also stretch the brushstrokes of many literati, thus producing such a beautiful poem as "Spring breeze in February is like scissors". Although there is still a little chill at the end of the spring breeze, it has thinned the ice on the river bank, thinned people's clothes, weakened people's psychological defense, and made people open their hearts to embrace nature. The spring breeze thins the clouds, leaving only some subtle light to filter the sunlight. Spring breeze plays down the color of the sky, giving people a real blue sky. In spring, the waves on the water surface make a pool of clear water shake gently. Spring breeze blows up people's hair and skirts, gentle but not artificial. People are not bored, stand in the wind, unbutton their clothes and enjoy this gentle caress.
Under the blowing of the spring breeze, spring gives us another feeling.
Getting up early in spring makes people start working in the morning glow, and returning home in the evening in spring makes people go home in the sunset. Spring is peaceful, not as dazzling and warm as summer, but not as disturbing as summer. The fiery emotion of the red portrait painter in spring not only opened his heart, but also purified people's hearts. Under the nourishment of spring, hibernating animals lazily leave their nests to replenish their nutrition for the body that they lack because of winter, and look for delicious food in this industrious spring.
As a famous saying goes, "the light of the day can never explore the depth of the darkness of the night." Spring night also has a special flavor.
The darkness in the spring night is not pure black and pleasant, but there is a fear of darkness in nature. Therefore, people often like to take a walk in the spring night and indulge in the spring breeze. I saw the stars twinkling in the sky and forgot where I was for a moment. I couldn't help reaching out to pick the twinkling stars, but only met the willow branches that were just green in spring.
Spring rain is also an important part of spring. Raindrops gently drop on people's hair tips, nose bridge and eyelashes, as gentle as a girl's tears, which makes people reluctant to erase.
600-word junior high school landscape composition "Ode to Autumn"
"Carmine, dew, sunset, autumn chrysanthemum." I like autumn because I was born in autumn.
In the morning, when the first ray of sunshine shines on the crystal dew through the mist; When the first group of geese sang and flew south, I had opened my eyes. The autumn water is no longer warm, and the five fingers have fallen into the water. Pushing open the door and letting the golden sunshine shine on my face, I have been intoxicated in this dreamlike golden country.
At noon, the burning sun shines in the sky. Autumn, a festival for hardworking people, is God's reward for their hard work this year. Look! The bulging wheat lowered its heavy head and didn't show off its great achievements to people at all. Humility is his character, and it is also the character of great workers!
At dusk, when a yellow leaf falls in my hand with the wind, I seem to hear his complaint. He is complaining, telling: teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, never pick up the fragments of time, chase the back of time, never pick up a dead leaf, and read out the remaining melancholy after a prosperous season. Halfway through the sunset, the geese returned, and the chill was already strong. The thin clothes have been unable to resist the attack of the cold wind, and the sunset has gradually receded. ...
Late at night, autumn night is lonely. There is neither the south wind nor the fragrance of flowers floating around at night, nor the tireless late-night discussion of cicadas, only the silence of a few stars. But the autumn night is beautiful, we meet under the autumn moon, and we send out "I wish people a long time, thousands of miles away." Life is magical. Autumn night, night of thinking.
The beauty, feeling, meaning and everything in autumn are profound and beautiful. You will read joy in the autumn wind; You will read dedication in the autumn rain; You will taste life in autumn leaves. "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and silent. I said that autumn is not as good as spring."
Autumn! You are so great!
"Autumn wind with autumn rain, cool night. There are many whistles and leaves are dancing. " Yes! Autumn wind is blowing, autumn rain is over, and autumn mother is busy putting golden clothes on the tree. Climb high and see far, just like a vast "sea of gold", the autumn wind sweeps away, leaves fall in succession, and some dance like butterflies; Some fly like orioles; Some people spin lightly like dancers. The fallen leaves on the ground are like a thick golden blanket.
Autumn is not as vibrant as spring when flowers are in full bloom, but it is not as vibrant as summer when trees are shaded. But it attracts people with attractive autumn colors and golden fruits. I love the bright moon in autumn; Love to see the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums in Yingze Park; Love to watch the uniform geese fly south; Love to see the clear Fenhe River reflecting the blue sky; I prefer to see pearl-like grains piled up in the granary and heavy apples covered with branches.
In autumn, chrysanthemums stand upright against the wind, graceful and proud. There are red, white, yellow, purple, pink ... colorful, beautifully dressed in autumn. There is not such a saying that "chrysanthemum is not preferred among flowers, and this flower is even more flowerless."
In autumn, towering mountains are covered with red leaves, which are like flames and sunset clouds, and seem to disdain cold and autumn. It's really "frosty leaves are redder than February flowers".
How can this beautiful autumn color not be liked?
When we enter autumn, the ears of rice, sunflowers, apples, grapes, corn and sorghum are all ripe, and the beautiful wild chrysanthemums also fragrant the narrow paths in the fields.
The ears of rice are ripe, and the golden face is like beautiful gold, shining in the sun.
When sunflowers are ripe, they all bow their heads as if they were walking with their backs bent.
The apples were cooled by the autumn wind, and everyone put on a red cotton-padded jacket, as if red lanterns were hung on every branch. Cut off every branch.
Grapes were also cooled by the autumn wind, and they were all covered with a purple robe, as if grapes were also cooled by the autumn wind, and they were all covered with a purple robe, just like beautiful purple pearls. How beautiful these strings are!
Corn happily holds the red tassel, as if forgetting the troubles of a summer.
Sorghum blushed and smiled as if she had been praised by others.
Wild chrysanthemums are also very fragrant in autumn. I walked on the narrow path in the field and gently smelled the fragrance of wild chrysanthemum, which was as beautiful as roses, honeysuckle, morning glory and cactus flowers.
Autumn, there are golden ears of rice, autumn, there are golden ears of rice, shiny sunflowers, red apples, purple grapes, yellow corn, red sorghum, so beautiful!
Ah! How colorful autumn is! How glorious you are! How noble you are! You are not only a beautiful season, but also a harvest season. I want to thank autumn, because autumn brings us food and fills the world with beauty.
Ah! How wonderful you are in autumn!
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