In the distant hills, the original green grass dried up. I put on a white cotton-padded jacket and waited for the spring to sprout again ... In the morning, I came to the wild and walked along the winding path, with flowers and trees planted on both sides, but it was very different from spring. The flowers and plants withered, and the original towering trees and lush leaves fell. Only pine trees are still green, and the thick trunk seems to surround a few people.
He stood upright, like a PLA soldier guarding the frontier. At noon, the warm sunshine is like a lively and lovely elf, kissing and stroking your face.
The shivering frozen stream flows happily as usual. Chimonanthus praecox has its own beauty: one beautiful Chimonanthus praecox flutters in the wind, and green leaves rise from the branches, just like a goddess descending from the earth.
Evening is the quietest time of the day. The wind stopped blowing, the stream stopped flowing, and the whole country could hear the sound of a needle falling.
There is a full moon and countless stars in the deep blue sky. The brightest star is Polaris, which hangs in the sky and guides the lost people. What a great contribution! Winter is a shivering season, but in the countryside, it is extremely beautiful.
Chapter 2: Snow-covered Melissa Zhou brings news of winter and puts on winter clothes. At first glance, it's endless. The first snow this year, like a flying swan, flew away, leaving nostalgia and taking away the hot summer.
The heavy snow all over the sky spreads restlessness, and wherever it floats, there is a song of flying. The singing froze the rivers, and the flowing water was drowned by snow songs.
Everything listens to snow songs, and snow is a March. Falling snowflakes are notes, songs full of snow; In fact, Mei Duo, which is open to the public, is pink, yellow and red, decorated with songs full of snow and emotion.
Do you remember that childish fairy tale before? This light elf is an angel's feather, and the fairy's tears are deeply hidden in my heart. How can I give up? Snow, like true feelings, melts for you, falls for you, disappears like a mutiny.
Chapter 3: Winter Scenery Winter has come, the original green has turned yellow, and the original green buttonwood has also turned yellow. Even so, the winter scenery has its own beauty. In the morning, there will be a layer of white things on trees and vegetable fields. What is that? Is it snow? No, that's the snow-white frost painted by the painter nature.
Besides frost, you can see fog in the morning. The fog sometimes flutters like a fairy's white ribbon, sometimes it flows like milk dropped by the gods, and flutters like a naughty doll, which makes people puzzled. There is a well-written poem: "The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold."
In winter, there is another flower that stands proudly and perseveres-plum blossom. Plum blossom has the characteristics of ice muscle jade bone and lingering fragrance, and also has noble, strong and modest personality, which makes people determined to work hard and learn from his spirit.
At the same time, it also adds a simple beauty to winter. (Short Literature Network:) Article 4: Winter rain, not to mention how familiar it is.
Sister Dong Yu comes to the world every day, which makes people happy and worried. The streets are desolate and deserted, and there are basically no people.
Sister Dong's rain was drizzling, but Brother Feng came to make trouble and made the originally beautiful and romantic winter rain annoying in people's mouths. Once, I was sitting on my father's battery car. It happened that there was rain in Mao Mao in the sky, but the wind was very strong.
I joked: "The rain and flurry in Mao Mao are really' a flower inserted in cow dung'!" Dad smiled. Because of the arrival of winter rain, the sky on the earth becomes dark. All I hear is the "tick" sound of rain, the "splash" sound of rain, or the sound of leaves swaying by the wind-there are really too many such sounds when it rains! Every time it rains, everything becomes wet, as if it had been bathed in the wind.
But snakes, turtles and some hibernating animals don't accept this "bathing task" and just want to spend the cold winter in the cave. People can't help but hibernate. They can only find their own way to keep warm. No one gets up early in the morning to do morning exercises. Although noon is the hottest time of the day, winter is unscientific; At night, at the coldest time of the day, it is as quiet as a forest ... the most common puddle on land. Stepping on it will splash countless small splashes on people's clothes and pants, so they will get wet if they are not careful.
Those small puddles reflect everything, and if accumulated, they will even become places for tadpoles to swim. The rain in winter makes people happy and worried! Chapter 5: Winter is coming.
There are no snowflakes flying in the south, no three feet of ice, and no shining ice sculptures. But I still love this beautiful winter! I like birds in winter.
Look! Those birds flew by laughing and talking about their good dreams last night. I like these feathered singers.
Their feathers are not rich in color, but delicate and soft; Their singing intonation is not complicated, but it is playful and beautiful. Listening to the cheers of these new friends, my steps will be lighter and my mood will be happier ... I like the coolness and mist in winter morning.
Early in the morning, I went to school, and a cool breeze blew, as if playing with me. I took a deep breath. The air is so fresh! Thought of here, I can't help but speed up the pace.
But this is not people's favorite. That fog is really fun! The fog is very heavy, and I am jumping happily in the fog, just like a fairy walking in the clouds. A cool breeze came again, and the fog turned into small drops with a brush, filling me with water.
Whenever this time, I am not angry with it, and I can't help laughing at myself-I laugh loudly. Seeing this, you will think that I love everything.
No, no, no. What? You ask me what I like best in winter? I like the thin frost in winter! First frost!' I cried with joy. The ground has been covered with a thin layer of frost, silver, like broken silver ground.
You must want to know how a thin layer of frost can compare with the snow everywhere. Then you are wrong, this cream.
2. It is a beautiful and pure day to write an 800-word composition on a certain natural scenery; Winter is a lovely child; What's unique about winter in the countryside? In the early morning, misty fog floated in the air, and it was dawn before the morning star disappeared.
In the distant hills, the original green grass dried up. I put on a white cotton-padded jacket and waited for the spring to sprout again ... In the morning, I came to the wild and walked along the winding path, with flowers and trees planted on both sides, but it was very different from spring. The flowers and plants withered, and the original towering trees and lush leaves fell. Only pine trees are still green, and the thick trunk seems to surround a few people.
He stood upright, like a PLA soldier guarding the frontier. At noon, the warm sunshine is like a lively and lovely elf, kissing and stroking your face.
The shivering frozen stream flows happily as usual. Chimonanthus praecox has its own beauty: one beautiful Chimonanthus praecox flutters in the wind, and green leaves rise from the branches, just like a goddess descending from the earth.
Evening is the quietest time of the day. The wind stopped blowing, the stream stopped flowing, and the whole country could hear the sound of a needle falling.
There is a full moon and countless stars in the deep blue sky. The brightest star is Polaris, which hangs in the sky and guides the lost people. What a great contribution! Winter is a shivering season, but in the countryside, it is extremely beautiful.
Chapter 2: Snow-covered Melissa Zhou brings news of winter and puts on winter clothes. At first glance, it's endless. The first snow this year, like a flying swan, flew away, leaving nostalgia and taking away the hot summer.
The heavy snow all over the sky spreads restlessness, and wherever it floats, there is a song of flying. The singing froze the rivers, and the flowing water was drowned by snow songs.
Everything listens to snow songs, and snow is a March. Falling snowflakes are notes, songs full of snow; In fact, Mei Duo, which is open to the public, is pink, yellow and red, decorated with songs full of snow and emotion.
Do you remember that childish fairy tale before? This light elf is an angel's feather, and the fairy's tears are deeply hidden in my heart. How can I give up? Snow, like true feelings, melts for you, falls for you, disappears like a mutiny.
Chapter 3: Winter Scenery Winter has come, the original green has turned yellow, and the original green buttonwood has also turned yellow. Even so, the winter scenery has its own beauty. In the morning, there will be a layer of white things on trees and vegetable fields. What is that? Is it snow? No, that's the snow-white frost painted by the painter nature.
Besides frost, you can see fog in the morning. The fog sometimes flutters like a fairy's white ribbon, sometimes it flows like milk dropped by the gods, and flutters like a naughty doll, which makes people puzzled. There is a well-written poem: "The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold."
In winter, there is another flower that stands proudly and perseveres-plum blossom. Plum blossom has the characteristics of ice muscle jade bone and lingering fragrance, and also has noble, strong and modest personality, which makes people determined to work hard and learn from his spirit.
At the same time, it also adds a simple beauty to winter. (Short Literature Network:) Article 4: Winter rain, not to mention how familiar it is.
Sister Dong Yu comes to the world every day, which makes people happy and worried. The streets are desolate and deserted, and there are basically no people.
Sister Dong's rain was drizzling, but Brother Feng came to make trouble and made the originally beautiful and romantic winter rain annoying in people's mouths. Once, I was sitting on my father's battery car. It happened that there was rain in Mao Mao in the sky, but the wind was very strong.
I joked: "The rain and flurry in Mao Mao are really' a flower inserted in cow dung'!" Dad smiled. Because of the arrival of winter rain, the sky on the earth becomes dark. All I hear is the "tick" sound of rain, the "splash" sound of rain, or the sound of leaves swaying by the wind-there are really too many such sounds when it rains! Every time it rains, everything becomes wet, as if it had been bathed in the wind.
But snakes, turtles and some hibernating animals don't accept this "bathing task" and just want to spend the cold winter in the cave. People can't help but hibernate. They can only find their own way to keep warm. No one gets up early in the morning to do morning exercises. Although noon is the hottest time of the day, winter is unscientific; At night, at the coldest time of the day, it is as quiet as a forest ... the most common puddle on land. Stepping on it will splash countless small splashes on people's clothes and pants, so they will get wet if they are not careful.
Those small puddles reflect everything, and if accumulated, they will even become places for tadpoles to swim. The rain in winter makes people happy and worried! Chapter 5: Winter is coming.
There are no snowflakes flying in the south, no three feet of ice, and no shining ice sculptures. But I still love this beautiful winter! I like birds in winter.
Look! Those birds flew by laughing and talking about their good dreams last night. I like these feathered singers.
Their feathers are not rich in color, but delicate and soft; Their singing intonation is not complicated, but it is playful and beautiful. Listening to the cheers of these new friends, my steps will be lighter and my mood will be happier ... I like the coolness and mist in winter morning.
Early in the morning, I went to school, and a cool breeze blew, as if playing with me. I took a deep breath. The air is so fresh! Thought of here, I can't help but speed up the pace.
But this is not people's favorite. That fog is really fun! The fog is very heavy, and I am jumping happily in the fog, just like a fairy walking in the clouds. A cool breeze came again, and the fog turned into small drops with a brush, filling me with water.
Whenever this time, I am not angry with it, and I can't help laughing at myself-I laugh loudly. Seeing this, you will think that I love everything.
No, no, no. What? You ask me what I like best in winter? I like the thin frost in winter! First frost!' I cried with joy. The ground has been covered with a thin layer of frost, silver, like broken silver ground.
You must want to know how a thin layer of frost can compare with the snow everywhere. Then you are wrong, this cream.
3. Example 1: The wild forest is in Hainan Island, and I climbed the high Jianfengling.
Look at the vast, deep, Wang Yang-like Lin Hai, vast and desolate, with endless green waves flowing in front of you. How bumpy the mood is. When we entered the forest, we saw vines entwined, ferns covered, curtain-like forest walls, deep forest holes as deep as abyss and dense as stakes, which made people fall into a hazy mystery. How wild this subtropical virgin forest is.
I saw Li's sketches and sketches here. Fertility is not a symbol of strength! How well Shelley's famous saying goes: "Because of the laws of nature, everything must be integrated into a spirit."
I saw the momentum of nature's magic pen from the forest. Its iron hook and silver hook are stubborn and strong. Without this eternal spirit, there can be no reproduction of all things.
Every seed that falls into the soil is the bud of strength and then thrives. You see, every tree is tall and straight, without the slightest sense of leisure and hesitation.
They just keep growing, towards the clear sky, towards the rain and dew, towards the sunshine. It can be seen that it is not easy for them to grow in this overgrown forest. It is obviously very difficult in their youth, and there have been contests and struggles between them.
Look at the south of Baopozhang Town. The air roots of Ficus altissima are strangling another big tree, but they finally grow up. Some are as big as Tianzhu, and almost many people can hug each other; Some are as high as tens of meters, and you can't see the spire when you look up. Their roots grow into plates and sink deeply into the ground, as if they were the rudder of a 10,000-ton ship, supporting the rock-solid giant tillers.
So, I seem to hear the heartbeat of the mountains from these vibrant lives and see the portrayal of the most wonderful treasures. The wild forest has the purest and simplest beauty.
It's not artificial, it's not pathological, and it's not deformed. The reason why it is so rich, plump and colorful is that it contains, accumulates and blends the best species, texture and character in the forest from ancient times to the present.
Known as living fossils, the tree fern and the iron palm, which flourished thousands of years ago, are still alive today. There are more than a thousand kinds of trees and herbs in the forest area of more than 20 thousand mu alone.
Isn't this rich enough? Green Phoebe is as thin as a staff, and the diameter of black mortar fern is as thick as a rafter. Huangtong is as high as the sky. The centipede on the floor is feet high, the leaves of mallow are as big as umbrellas, the five elements of wood are green and red, the patterns of chicken vines and fruits are five colors, and kiwifruit is square and round. Isn't this gorgeous enough? However, these various forms are full of primitive beauty, and every tree shines with the brilliance of life and the extraordinary brilliance of life.
The light in spring, the rain in summer, the wind in autumn and the frost in the middle of winter all put on heavy makeup for them, making foresters feel that spring is new and exciting; Warm colors in summer make people comfortable; Autumn is golden and makes people feel happy; The winter colors are concise and firm. Like the trees in the forest, they fell in love with this land and took root deeply.
The deeper you go, the greener the color, the stronger the smell of the earth, and the charming wild interest everywhere. We can hear the love of Shan Ye elves such as thrush, silver pheasant and pheasant for the forest from the crisp bird songs. From the mixed hoofprint, we can see the deep attachment of jungle warriors such as deer, leopard, mountain ape, yellow, horse monkey, pheasant and even python to their homeland.
When we reach the center of the forest and cross the gurgling spring, the wonders on the treetops will appear above our heads. At the top of the trees, all kinds of orchids hang low like bonsai, broken bones are scattered like flowers, birds and ferns hold up the sky, and exotic flowers and herbs of green, red, white and purple compete for each other at the top of the trees, forming a strange hanging garden.
Ah! The mountains are beautiful, the trees are green and the flowers are bright. From here, we can remember all kinds of scenery in the ancient forest, and make our aesthetic feeling rise to the height of wisdom. Finally, I saw hope from strength and beauty.
They are neither mediocre nor tame; Although it looks rude and reckless, it is full of energy. Isn't wildness a character that dares to struggle and persevere? Here, you can find the characteristics of this valuable quality everywhere.
Look, all the trees firmly believe that they have the ability to stand among trees and never give up their persistent pursuit of light and heat for a moment. Pioneer trees fly in the wind and take root and sprout.
No matter how long the years are, we can also rely on our own strength to update from generation to generation. Wild forests give us inspiration of strength, beautiful ideas, encouragement and spur of hope.
Although we run for the sun, we only feel fresh and happy, not tired. This paper depicts a spectacular scene of subtropical virgin forest to praise the vibrant "wild beauty"
This is the general conception mode of writing landscape prose. The author is good at observing and smelling. He extracted the vigorous and tenacious theme of "wildness" from this forest, which is profound and unique.
The scenery described in this article is very distinctive. The author combines scenery with emotion, and describes the scenery in a language full of * * *, which brings a strong emotional color to the forest and vividly shows the vitality of the "wild". There are many ways to describe the scenery, such as these words: "The stems of Machilus are as thin as sticks, the diameter of Dryopteris nigricans is as thick as rafters, and the tung trees are as high as the sky.
The centipede on the floor is feet high, the leaves of mallow are as big as umbrellas, the five elements of wood are green and red, the patterns of chicken vines and fruits are five colors, and kiwifruit is square and round. Isn't this gorgeous enough? "A series of metaphors, exaggerations, and descriptions are really both physical and mental. Man is the most intelligent animal in the world, but once he is trapped by various "feelings", his wise and sharp eyes will become dim.
Man is the animal that uses the most brains in the world, but once he is trapped by complex "emotions", the rationality of thinking can only yield to blind intuition. Love makes people "blood boil", not only love that shabby house, but even love that ugly crow parked on the roof! No, how can it be said to be "extremely ugly"? In the eyes of admirers, what he saw was a fire phoenix that was covered in golden light and shocked the world! "What stupid, clumsy idea? No, this is a great philosophy. "
As a result, vulgar poetry has become an immortal chapter, malicious behavior has "turned into" kind help ... emotional closeness has turned poisonous snakes into beauty and poisonous wine into nectar. But when you hate someone, you start to be hostile to everything related to it.
So, maybe it is really a phoenix, in your eyes.
4. Write a composition about the life of this tree with the theme of natural scenery.
The life of the tree is cyclical, and everything is going on quietly. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, life will continue unintentionally, and the tree will repeat its life every year.
There is a tree outside my window, which is a very ordinary tree. It's been over twenty years. I often sit by the window and watch the flowers bloom and the leaves are green and yellow. Patiently reading The Life of a Tree, I read some unprecedented feelings.
The vitality of spring
In spring, everything revives and the trees outside the window wake up. It stretched out and found itself full of vitality. Let the gentle spring breeze touch its skin, it sneezed comfortably, but accidentally shook the green shoots all over; It whistles with the spring breeze, laughs at the sunshine, looks at its clothes and dances a waltz. Spring tree, it chose vitality and growth. Like a lively teenager, innocent and sunny.
Xia Zhi * * *
The shower of spring breeze wrapped the trees outside the window with a layer of green yarn; The sunshine in summer makes it a bright green and upward color. The fiery earth, everything is captured by the sun. But the trees outside the window seem to challenge the fierceness of the sun. It is eager to be strong and upward. Its stems are tall and straight, its branches are thick and strong, and its leaves are coated with a layer of dark green. In the struggle with the sun, it chose charm and maturity, just like a strong young man, * * * and self-confidence.
Aestheticism in autumn
Under the experience of fire, the tree ushered in the peak of its life. In the autumn wind, the tree outside the window still persists, and the golden color makes it more charming. But what is predestined by God cannot be changed, and life will come to an end. Leaves at the right time, swirl down, like a yellow butterfly swirling, slowly falling with nostalgia. Every work is a kind of life, and every work carries the return to Mother Earth. Return to the embrace of the earth and wait for the next year's regeneration. The tree at this time is quiet and calm. It chooses to return and pay, like a wise old man, persistent and rational.
In the process of vitality, * * *, and regression, the tree has completed its cycle. And isn't this our life? The beauty of life atmosphere and the wisdom of life rationality have their special charm at each stage. Young people's youthful vigor, young people's efforts and courage, and their simplicity and rationality in their twilight years cover so many special marks that our life is like a tree's life. I realized that the existence of life itself is a miracle between heaven and earth. This is my understanding of trees, life and nature.
Write a composition on the topic of "natural scenery" Rain is my favorite natural scenery.
She is like a shower gel, washing the world clean and spotless; She is like a pistachio, which washes away my troubles and sorrows and makes me happy again. "Boom, boom", this familiar voice makes me overjoyed-rain is coming.
She beat gongs and drums and came to visit us in high spirits. Look! There she is! Falling from the sky, like a crystal pearl.
Oh, this is a gift from her. They are greeting me: "Hi, long time no see, I really miss you. God has mercy and sent me to see you!" " "They landed in fields and rivers; Jumping on leaves and grass tips; Fell down on the road ... they were like mothers bathing their beloved children, patiently, gently and sometimes severely, but after a while, they regained their kind faces.
"The deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night." How time flies.
The rain has stopped. Leave a whole new world.
The grass on the roadside is getting greener and greener, showing off its beautiful posture; Flowers also put on intoxicating colorful clothes, washed away the stains, and greedily stretched themselves in the sun; Frogs croak and sing ... the sky is bluer, clouds are whiter, rainbows are coming out, and birds are flying and twittering in the blue sky. The whole world is sacred, pregnant with vitality, beauty and hope ... rain, my favorite! You have removed all the filth in the world and recreated such a beautiful world. We thank you.
6. A composition of 600 words is required. Please take the natural scenery around you as the object, make your own questions and write them yourself. You stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city, walk into the lush forest, smell the fragrance of soil and grass, listen to insects and birds, watch bees flying, butterflies flying and insects crawling. These unique natural beauties occupy our hearts ... Just like Guo Feng, the author of "Birds in an Empty Mountain", he quietly walked into the mountains and got close to nature with his heart.
I like nature, and I am willing to get close to it and feel its beauty. Maybe you like the prosperity of the city and the wealth and romance flashing under the neon lights of the city.
However, nature has its unique beauty, which can make your urban troubles drift away in the natural and fresh wind. Nature can not only give you leisurely beauty, but also give you wisdom and knowledge.
There you can learn about all kinds of insects, ants, birds and animals, and all kinds of exotic flowers and herbs. When you understand everything, you will find that nature, which you thought was boring, contains so many beautiful things. How intoxicating! Throughout the ages, there have been many literati who lived in seclusion in the mountains and reveled in the taste of nature. While modern people are busy with urban life, they might as well get in touch with nature when they are free, so that their hearts can be closely connected with yours and treat nature with our most sincere hearts.
Feel the pure birdsong, fresh air, green trees and blue sky ... let your busy and tired body and mind relax in the embrace of nature! Write down these words full of true feelings, and a sense of leisure arises spontaneously between the lines, and there are crisp and soft birds singing in my ears.
7. Write a composition with natural scenery as the main topic, with 700 words of blue sky; I like the sound of seagulls in the sky.
Like the sea, like to watch the sea with my closest friends; I like watching the sea with my most sincere relatives.
Like the sea, like sitting on the beach watching the sea, like the ebb and flow of the tide, like the surging sea.
I hope I can live by the sea one day. I can live in a small shell house on two floors and look at the sea.
The sea can make people free and easy and forget unpleasant things. Be an enterprising person from now on.
I hope one day, I can sit on the beach with the person I like and count the stars back to back. In the beautiful night sky, only the stars can hear our confidence, and only the stars can witness our sincerity.
Listening to the sea, I can listen to the sound of the sea with the person I like, then I must be the happiest person in the world. I can listen to every touching story you tell, every wonderful symphony you play, and the sounds and laughter on the sea.
I hope that one day, I can sit on the balcony of the shell house with my beloved and enjoy the bright moon on the sea. Let's enjoy a happy evening by talking about little things from childhood to adulthood.
Kiss the sea, please allow me to hold the water and kiss it gently. Because it is soft, it is really cute.
I hope that one day, when I am old and have pale silver hair, I can stand on the beach with my best friend and sing for our youth.
Love the sea, a simple truth, should not be guessed by others. Only the sea knows, this is our secret.
Affectionate sea, can you tell me why you often cry? Is it because you complain that I never put you in my heart?
Affectionate sea, is it that spoony tears often tell you that her heart is so sad?
Is that bottle floating on the sea a memory she left behind, or a memory she asked you to take good care of?
The golden beach will accompany you through every lonely night so that you will never feel lonely. Do people on the beach let you share every kind of happiness with them on every party day?
Are you tired? The calm after the tide is exactly what you are telling people. Do you want to take a break, too?
Like the sea, like everything about the sea.
I also want to have a house, facing the sea and blooming in spring.
Please write a composition about a common scene in your daily life, daffodils.
I like flowers, and there are many beloved flowers, but daffodils are my favorite. I love daffodils not only because of their unique charm, elegance and freshness, but also because of their tenacious vitality and the spirit of not competing with flowers for seasons.
Narcissus, known as "Ling Boxian", really has a moving figure and elegant charm, which makes people fall in love at first sight. As long as you put it on a small stone with a little water, you will pull out a few green leaves. Without fertilization, as long as you don't add some water, a few white and flawless flowers will be scattered among the green leaves before and after the Spring Festival. There is a bunch of thin golden stamens embedded in the flower, which gives off a strong fragrance. Clusters of white daffodils, supported by long stems, set off green leaves, so fresh. A gust of wind blew and Xiaohua nodded. This daffodil seems to be a fairy, dancing on it in a crystal dress, which makes people relaxed and intoxicated.
Narcissus grows in winter, and it stands proudly on the water stone. No matter how cold it is, it is still flourishing, vigorous and tenacious. It doesn't compete with flowers, but it brings intoxicating fragrance to people in the cold winter, making it more energetic and upright.
How beautiful these daffodils are! I like daffodils!