There is a golden bird in the sky, flying freely and twittering, as if to say, "Miss Spring has come, the air is fresh and the earth is full of vitality." The sun burns red like a big fireball.
Do you think there are other things in the sky besides birds, the sun and clouds? Yes, it's snow-white clouds. Snow-white clouds are as ever-changing and beautiful as cotton candy. The trees nearby are dense and green, which really looks like a tall soldier.
The mountains are rolling, one green, one light and one thick. It's beautiful. Lovely little house, like a sweet and delicious cream cake.
The river is crystal clear, just like a blue silk. There is an animal in the river that is fish.
It is alive and kicking in the river, as if to say, "friend, I seem to have found the enemy." Shall we go down first? " There are some flowers by the river. They are colorful and bloom in the sun. The butterfly next to them saw that they were so beautiful and said to them, "Flower friends, can I be your friend?" Just then, the little earthworm next to it suddenly emerged from the ground and said, "Wow! What fresh air! It's stuffy under the ground, so it's just right to come up today. "
Is the batter out? Is this picture beautiful? I really want to become a bird, fly freely here and enjoy this beautiful scenery.
2. Draw a landscape map and write a 300-word composition. The third day, the first volume "Autumn is coming" came. The cicada called Haw stopped chirping on campus, and the leaves on the big tree that grew thick in summer seemed to be unable to hold back their feelings and wanted to explore the mystery. One by one, they all broke free from their mother's arms and jumped down.
The rolling heat wave in summer has also turned into the coolness in autumn, and the dazzling light in summer has also turned into soft light. A gust of autumn wind blew the grass hat yellow.
Blow away the hair on the tree. But you can clearly see the tall and straight pine trees on the hillside, still standing on the mountain in that green dress, adding a little vitality to this autumn.
There is still so much rain in early autumn, and it keeps raining, but the air after the rain is so fresh, with some earthy breath. In the evening, the afterglow of sunset makes the hillside golden, as if covered with a layer of gold.
The branches are swaying in the breeze, like a layer of gold in the sunset. It's beautiful. At night, the moonlight shines on trees and grass ... the night is very quiet, and occasionally a few insects can be heard.
The sound of autumn, the color of autumn will never end.
3. Beautiful landscape painting composition in the book I once looked into a child's eyes for a long time.
One morning, I passed a place. Suddenly, I saw a pair of little black eyes flashing by the roadside.
"What beautiful eyes!" I looked at him with infinite love in my heart. But he looked for me for a long time and couldn't find me. He was fascinated by a fairy tale book.
In this child's eyes, I saw the most beautiful reflection in the world, which is my infinite yearning and love for knowledge and books. I seem to see his soul flying in the breath of books, clear and happy.
Like that child, I was fascinated by the beauty in the book. There are so many ugliness and beauty in this world that we can't see through them one by one.
Maybe we will feel confused, but fortunately, there are books blooming in the chaos; There are so many fascinating scenery in the world that we can't have a look. Maybe we will be disappointed, but fortunately, there are still books that exude beauty in the loss.
I used to lie in the soft grass sea, let the breeze brush my cheeks and smell the unique fragrance of the soil. I used to stand under the sunny and washed sky, let the sun shine on me and enjoy a beautiful time.
I once sat in a speeding car, letting the wind pass through my hair and enjoying the boundless wheat waves outside the window. Although this book can't make any sound or show any pictures, it can always hold my breath and touch my thoughts with the author's deep-rooted portrayal.
I remember "Stars in Spring Water" written by Bing Xin, the reality and dreams she described with beautiful words and delicate strokes; I remember that Peter Pan was still the child who didn't grow up, Alice was still the child who was looking for a crystal ball in his dream, and Tom Yasuo was still the child who was full of ideals and ambitions ... I still remember Jing M. Guo's "How many flowers fall in my dream", which made me see the palest side of the world. I like writing as much as I like reading.
In the face of parting from time to time, I have experienced all kinds of sentimentality, and there will always be a little sadness or negative emotions coming to my mind. It seems that there are bumps in progress, past torture and broken wings of dreams. Often at this time, I will lean against the faint light, let my thoughts rotate on the paper with the pen tip, record my feelings and record my growth.
I hope that one day, the words I wrote can also outline the beauty that attracts you, so that you can, like me, let the words fly in your heart like a small butterfly. My life comes and goes at sunrise and sunset every day, but my heart is full of joys and sorrows brought by books, and my eyes are full of colorful colors given by books.
It taught me to be strong, grow up, work hard, love and be loved. You are the only indispensable person in the world. You asked me to pursue your unique and beautiful scenery with a whole photo of youth.
4. Picturesque Composition Autumn has come, and the bleak autumn wind blows and sweeps away the gold leaves on the ground.
The blue sky is as blue as the sea, and white clouds are floating on the sea like ships about to set sail. Fallen leaves dot the earth, making it look the same in bleak autumn.
It's just an unparalleled sense of vicissitudes. Leaves, like people, the more they experience, the more wonderful they will be.
Affectionate autumn rhyme, temperament is so noble and elegant. Finally, at the end of life, it boldly chose to burn and dedicated its final glory to its mother, the earth.
Inheritance and dedication. However, how many people are worried about autumn rain? Swallowed the shade, flowers and young leaves.
Only old broken branches and messy gold leaves are left. It left a trace of sadness.
Where there are flowers, there will be withering, growth and gestation. There will be an end to life.
Seeing the flowers outside, I said with emotion; "People's lives are not the same? On the road of life, smooth sailing, but stumbling, lost a lot of relatives. Isn't life like a flower in the wind? There will be a baptism of wind and rain at any time.
Life is like four seasons, there will be wind, frost, rain and snow, there will be yin and yang. In one's life, setbacks and failures are often accompanied by shadows. Once overcome, there will still be bright sunshine.
Some people think that the fragrance of life lies in enjoying flowers and listening to music ... Lin Yutang once said that "enjoying nature is an art", yes, in fact, understanding nature is also the fragrance of life.
In mid-October, autumn comes to us quietly with golden colors and light footsteps. The sky is so blue, the sun is so bright, and the heat just lingers, which makes people feel endless refreshing and comfortable.
By the roadside, the leaves of buttonwood were gradually dyed golden yellow and broken. A gust of wind blew, and some of them, like shy girls, slowly danced down from the air and landed slowly; Some seem impatient and can't wait to throw themselves directly into the arms of Mother Earth. Some people seem unwilling to land, circling in the air, roaming in the wind and playing tricks.
In the garden, when the rich fragrance of osmanthus has not been exhausted, the fragrance of chrysanthemum has come quietly. In autumn and October, chrysanthemums of various shapes are in full bloom one after another.
"Thousand-handed Guanyin Chrysanthemum" stretched out its slender "arm" as if to attract bees to collect honey; Dengju is like a bright little lamp, which illuminates the whole garden with its bright colors; Countless lovely daisies are swaying in the wind, as if they were drunk by the autumn wind. In the field, golden rice is like a piece of Wang Yang sea, like the other side, like someone directing. They seem to be singing again: "We are mature, we are mature!" The heavy ears of rice bent the stem like a blushing child.
Tall corn, like loyal soldiers, guards the fields. Farmers' uncles are working happily in the fields. They are happy: this year must be a bumper harvest year! Autumn is beautiful, other seasons are also beautiful, and it is also a kind of enjoyment. Let's raise the sails of autumn, feel autumn and feel the fragrance of life.
If spring is a newborn baby, as Mr. Zhu Ziqing said in his essay Spring, then I think summer should be a vibrant teenager, autumn should be a stable middle-aged person, and winter should be a kind old man. In my opinion, the most distinctive of the four seasons is autumn.
In autumn, there is no wonderful scene of freezing thousands of miles in winter, no bright future in spring, no cicada singing in summer. But autumn has her refreshing autumn wind and fragrant osmanthus.
Autumn is the harvest season. Standing by the field and looking around, a vivid "Harvest figure in autumn" will come into your eyes: in the field, sorghum blushes and rice bends; At the edge of the field, the straight fruit of the fruit tree is ripe, just waiting for the farmer's uncle to pick it; Under the tree, the farmer's uncle put down his sickle, wiped his hard sweat with a towel, smiled at the harvested fields and enjoyed the harvest.
The scenery in autumn is very beautiful. We can understand it from the words used by literati to describe autumn, such as "autumn wind sends cool" and "lush foliage", but this is not enough. Appreciation in real life is more poetic. If you want to look for autumn, I suggest you go for a walk in the Woods and choose a sunny afternoon.
Because this time can make you feel the breath of autumn best. At this time, I am walking alone on the quiet forest path, the autumn wind blows, the autumn sun shines, and Lin Tao's voice; Smelling the charming fragrance of chrysanthemum and watching the golden leaves on the tree fall with the wind can't help but remind you of the poem "The Last Chrysanthemum": When I bloom in Qiu Lai on September 8th, all the flowers will wither.
Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums. Autumn is not only beautiful, but also philosophical.
Middle age is the golden age of life. During this period, people can freely fly their dreams and hopes, and strive for their own ideals and goals to meet their own lives. If people don't work hard at this time and don't sow their hopes, then it is difficult to have a good harvest in their lives.
I am now in the early summer of my life, and the autumn of my life is still far away from me. But can I relax and wait until the autumn of my life to fight? No, you can't.
Now I will continue to fight, lay a good foundation for the autumn of my life, and lay a good foundation for the four parts of my life: celebrating spring-exploring summer-fighting for autumn-enjoying winter.
5. Landscape painting composition in memory, written in the early morning sunshine. Before the summer vacation, my family began to travel to Jiuzhaigou, bumping all the way, and finally arrived at Jiuzhaigou scenic spot.
Looking at the rolling mountains, green trees, green sea and waves, I am full of limited machines. I take a tour bus, and the mountains soar into the sky. I vaguely saw the figure by the lake. I walked on the forest path, and hundreds of ginseng trees stood on both sides of the shuttle path. Lush leaves are beside me. I was packed like a green umbrella, and the strong sunshine firmly blocked the gust of wind outside. The trees around me rustle. My clumsy pen has expressed my interest in borrowing poetry: I am intoxicated with poetry and painting. I didn't notice the tree in front of me. I looked at the trees in front.
I want to go to Goose Lake. I heard that Dongyan is a guest. As the name implies, Goose Lake is called Goose Lake. Its real name is goose sea (lake is commonly known as sea). The dew in the morning is crystal clear. Goose sea water is blue, and some reeds around it blend together to draw a beautiful landscape painting.
After watching the goose sea, I went to see the waterfall by car. I've heard the sound of running water in the car. From far to near, tourists flooded to the door. With the sound, I was amazed at the waterfall, and dozens of roaring white dragons rushed to the bottom. The white dragon roared before he died. Gradually, I went crazy.
I have seen several seas in succession, and I am still alive to see the towering peaks. I had a flash of light, and I wanted to pursue great ambitions, so that I could rise like a mountain peak and be the pillar of my ancestors.
6. Write a composition about landscape lyric painting, 300 words.
Gently into the autumn full of golden fairy tales, gently into the forest full of golden treasures.
The golden carpet paved with fallen leaves is wonderful, but who cares about those crushed bodies? A gust of wind blew, the tree was shaking slightly, and another poor soul was crying. Listening to its trembling voice, I reached out my hands to catch it and asked, "Did I see you that spring?"? At that time, you covered the sun with a green body, and the transparent green made people see your veins. This is the mystery of life. " It shook its head and said, "No, I don't have anything now. I don't have that kind of green that can transmit light, and I don't have that wonderful vein." Goodbye, friend, put me on the ground. I'm leaving. " I put it down, but its body was fragmented and blown away by the wind.
I walked on, but my steps became heavy. My mind is filled with a poem I don't know, not a romantic golden fairy tale in the west. "The departure of leaves is the pursuit of the wind or the tree can't stay? You won't understand the sadness behind the fallen leaves. "
7. Composition "Fireworks Down in Yangzhou in March". In Yangzhou in March, it was misty and rainy, and the rare Qionghua just bloomed and the flowers were overflowing, which was the golden season for tourism.
Qionghua, a delicate flower, is the city flower of Yangzhou. Since ancient times, it has been known as "the beautiful flower of chinese odyssey". Qionghua looks elegant and pure.
Its flowers are as big as a jade basin, surrounded by eight five-petal flowers, with a white pearl-like flower in the middle and a butterfly-like stamen around, swaying gently under the breeze, just like a butterfly playing with beads. Snowball-like flowers are covered with branches, and the fragrance is rich and fascinating.
The charming and slender West Lake Yangzhou has both beautiful Qionghua and attractive tourist attractions. After years of construction, the scenic spots of Slender West Lake have become particularly charming.
Especially when the fireworks went off in Yangzhou in March, I walked along the shore of Slender West Lake and saw several steps and a willow tree as gentle and charming as green fog. Besides, I feel more graceful and picturesque in the company of pomegranate, rhododendron and other charming flower trees. The winding water is like a ribbon, floating like a breeze. Compared with the West Lake in Hangzhou, it has the charm of a seedling.
The poet Wang Ling wrote in his poem: "It is also a pot selling gold, so it should be called Slender West Lake." When delicious Jiu Si soup comes to Yangzhou, you can't miss Yangzhou cuisine.
"Yangzhou is good, the teahouse guests are invited. Add thousands of stocks, cook copper tobacco bags to raise seedlings, and cook crystal vegetables. "
Tofu products in Huaiyang cuisine have a wide variety of colors and tastes, and are highly regarded as table food. Fresh and mellow chicken juice and tofu cooked with various seasonings are refreshing and appetizing, which makes people never tire of eating.
Now the shredded pork is mainly shredded chicken, which is white, with fresh shrimp and various ingredients. It's called assorted shredded pork. It's a beautiful color. Boiled dried silk is not only famous all over the country, but also praised by foreign guests as "a famous dish in East Asia".
Fireworks come to Yangzhou in March. You won't think the visit is wasted. It's time for cherries to ripen again. There is a lot of rain this year, and it has rained several times in a row.
The Shidian River rises slightly, and the land smells rich, which is a precursor to a bumper harvest. In this season, I can't help but think of Chuxiong and everything ... On the road of life, everyone has their own dreams. In order to pursue their dreams, they have paid a lot of sweat, efforts and even health.
When victory was in sight, I was pessimistic and extremely confused. However, for that ideal, that dream, I will not be afraid, even if the road ahead is bumpy and difficult! Maybe there are obstacles ahead that I can't see. I will cherish every step forward for my dream, even if no one cheers, because I will always understand that from the first step I learn to walk, the road ahead is doomed to be long, and I will walk and face it myself. It began to rain in Mao Mao early this morning. I walked slowly in the rain to the cinema square to recruit extras for the film "Yang Shanzhou", and the fine rain fell on me, which really made me feel like I didn't want to go back.
Rain has always been my favorite sight. Even if I do nothing, staying in the rain for a while is a beautiful enjoyment. And I have a camera with me, so I can spend most of my time. However, the result of being in a daze is dull thinking and heavy enough to stare at the cinema all the time.
After dinner, I walked on the muddy road behind the county seat. In the distance, Yuan Ye was green and full of life. This season, even the grass seems to hear clearly, this is a growing season. In the face of green meta-leaves, even if there is still some stagnation, it will disappear with the spread of green.
Staring at several unknown wildflowers in the uphill field, at that moment, a different kind of calmness and gentleness spread from the fundus to the heart. When I was a child, I used to tear off such flowers and lick the sweet taste with my tongue. It feels beautiful.
At the moment, it opens like a lantern, stretches its waist and nods slightly in the wind. I want to find the taste of childhood, but I can't bear to tear off the petals.
At this time, there are always some memories revived in the arms of my hometown, and there are always some past events clearly presented in front of me. This is a beautiful season. It was at sunset, and when I was walking slowly down the mountain, I caught a glimpse of some cherries in the ravine, and now they fascinate me in the afterglow of the sunset.
I was surprised: "I forgot that this is the season when cherries are ripe." Through the thorny bushes, I came to the cherry tree. Unfortunately, the sunset at this moment has been blocked by clouds, and I can't capture the most beautiful moment of cherry blossoms. Even so, I am still addicted to it. Seeing the fairy-like shy cherry hidden in the green leaves, those memories of cherry have revived and lingered in my mind for a long time ... I like cherry very much, because there are many cherry trees in Chuxiong, which are all over the street in spring.
Spring in Chuxiong is actually very short. Although it still feels chilly, the villages on the edge of the city are full of flowers. There are many cherry trees in Zixi Mountain, one ditch and one ditch, one slope and one mountain.
In the season when cherries are ripe, the cherries all over the mountains are red, green and green, and clusters of cherries are like pearls and agates, crystal clear. Looking around, these countless cherries are thriving, magnificent, exquisite, unpretentious and wild.
At this time of year, the villagers are always beaming and ready to pick cherries at home. There are many techniques for picking cherries, but the Eight Immortals showed their magical power when crossing the sea. Some picked cherries are eaten at home and some are sold in the market, and the price is cheaper.
If you meet a passing guest, the generous and hospitable villagers will always tear off a branch covered with red cherries and shout, "Look, the red on this branch!" ""quick, the purple on that branch! "Busy this busy that, politely let you follow the hands and feet, try this and see that, eat to the throat and burp in your eyes. After the rain, the cherry red branches are low.
In this ripe season of cherries, the short-lived beauty of cherries makes people sigh, just like a woman's face is perishable. At the moment of sighing, cherry's face will be covered with wrinkles: "Han Tao says Wu Dong is the best, and its fragrance is very different from fresh smell. just
8. How to write a composition about the process of primary school students painting scenery outside? In spring, summer, autumn and winter, the countryside is a beautiful landscape painting.
In spring, the rustling footsteps of the spring girl came to the countryside. Bright spring scenery makes the countryside more beautiful and moving. The ice and snow on the river melted, and songs and laughter flowed forward. When the spring breeze blows, we often see several ducks playing in the water, going to the bottom for food from time to time, and the river is bubbling. By the river, trees suck the milk of spring. Groups of bamboo shoots poked their heads out of the soil like children and looked curiously at the colorful world. It rained several times in Mao Mao, and the grass looked new green from a distance, but when I got closer, I found that most of the grass was still tender yellow. It was really "the rain was crisp in the sky, and the grass color was not close." If you look closely, you will find that cherry blossoms, peach blossoms, pear blossoms, begonia flowers and winter jasmine flowers all have long flowers and long bones. A few days later, after a storm, the petals fluttered and danced up and down like butterflies. It's beautiful.
In summer, this is heaven. At this time, if you come to the pond, you will see the lotus leaves lining the lotus flowers, forming a unique and interesting decoration. If you are lucky, you will also see small groups of small fish playing in the water. However, the cicada's cry is so annoying that people want to block its mouth and make it never sing. Summer is not only a paradise, but also very hot. At noon, the sun is like a fireball, and it is hot everywhere. The leaves of flowers, grass and trees hang their heads, as if children had done something wrong, which is embarrassing.
Autumn is the harvest season. You see, in the golden fields, oranges and persimmons are touching each other, soybeans are bulging with round cheeks, and corn is covered with golden armor ... There are few idle people in the countryside, and people are busy harvesting and farming.
In winter, the north wind roared and the goose feather snowed heavily. Overnight, the world turned silver in the petals of ten thousand pear trees. The birds are gone, the grass is gone, and Sister Hua has gone somewhere. Maybe she will spend the winter underground and come out next spring? Ah, the countryside is so quiet in winter!
Throughout the year, the countryside is a natural and harmonious pastoral landscape. I like this country.