I came to Australia with a history of only 200 years by crossing the Indian Ocean from the distant ancient oriental country. I walked quickly through the mall of the airport with a slight vision, breathing the transparent air quietly and carefully, looking at the pure blue sky and the clouds.
The sky in Australia has a special color. The sky on the sea is dark blue. There is not a cloud in the sky. The sky is like a cloisonne canvas, extending infinitely on the horizon. This long canvas is connected with the rippling sea to form a blue gradient picture. The sky on the hillside is purple and misty. When the white clouds entered the top of the mountain, they seemed to enter several purple vats. You see, this mutton-like one is light purple, and that noodle-like one is purple, and it is purple and white like cotton candy, with a pinkish white edge. The sky is painted into a beautiful oil painting by various purples, which makes people involuntarily record this ever-changing picture with a camera. The sky in the field is a light orange sky, which forms a piece with flocks of cattle and sheep in the field and endless Yuan Ye. The natural and free sky reminds people of thousands of people. In the light orange sky, is there a fresh and refined blonde shepherdess singing, and is there a group of lambs whispering here beside her? The sun is also gentle at this moment, decorating the clouds with her light; It was an evening and the clouds began to drift away. The sun hides in the clouds, but it can't stop the red beside the dimples. Red passes through layers of clouds and evolves into various wonderful colors. It is light blue like blue-and-white porcelain, and it is dew powder dripping on flowers in the morning. It is as splendid as the ancient pyramids. How can so many colors not be gorgeous? That deep day, the night sky, the deep blue sky, the stars twinkling in the hazy moonlight, the eyes watching us tirelessly in the middle of the night, let us close our eyes and wander in the Milky Way. ...
I am totally addicted to this unpredictable day, the sky, the sky. Why are you so elegant? Looking at the sky and daydreaming, Australia's beautiful sky is naturally your most gorgeous beauty. You shine in the south of the Indian Ocean. Why can't your light reach the eastern part of the Indian Ocean? Even if we build another Sydney Opera House in China, we won't get its beautiful sky. No, you're not too stingy. It's just that we orientals pay too little attention to the beauty of the sky. I look at the sky in Australia and feel sorry for the sky in my hometown. Mother of the East, have you ever had the beauty of Australia, but your smile has been ruthlessly destroyed by history. You have the same age as the Australian sky, but have different fates. I hate that we put you in danger with our own happiness.
The sky in Australia is still so blue and clear. I sincerely hope that it will always be so charming, but I hope that my vast motherland in the east of the Indian Ocean will also have a clear sky one day. I don't know how long this day will last, and I don't even know if this wish is impossible, but I still hope to see people take the bus voluntarily when they see the famous cars unmoved, so as to reduce the emission of exhaust gas into the sky. When you go shopping in the supermarket, you can take an environmental protection bag with you. Trees are greener and more lush, and there will be more and more oxygen ... Maybe it is the day when people's hearts are full of environmental protection, or when everyone's heart becomes pure blue, every sky on the earth will be blue.
I wrote it myself. I hope you like it. I wrote it during the summer vacation of grade one.
2. Hello, my friend. Many articles begin with environmental descriptions. Many essays are structured like this: For example, Lu Xun's Kite evokes many years' memories with the scene in front of him, and also lays an emotional tone for the article:
In winter in Beijing, there is still snow on the ground, gray-black bald branches are forked in the clear sky, and one or two kites are floating in the distance, which is a surprise and sadness for me.
The kite season in my hometown is spring and February. If you hear the rustling wind wheel, you can see a crab kite with light ink color or a centipede kite with tender blue color. There is also a lonely tile kite, which has no wind wheel and is placed very low, making a person look gaunt and pitiful. But at this time, the willows on the ground have sprouted, and the early-blooming mountain peaches are also spitting buds, which are in harmony with the decorations of the children in the sky and become a gentle spring day. Where am I now? It is still cold around in winter, but the long-lost spring in my hometown is rippling in this sky.
But I have never liked flying kites. I not only don't love it, but also hate it, because I think it's what worthless children do. Contrary to me, my little brother, who was about ten years old at that time, was very ill and thin. However, he likes kites best, and I can't afford them. He had to open his mouth and stare blankly at the sky, sometimes for half a day. The crab kite in the distance suddenly fell, and he exclaimed; The entanglement between the two tile kites was untied, and he jumped up happily. All this is my laughingstock and shame.
3. A good composition describing the environment: days in Australia
I came to Australia with a history of only 200 years by crossing the Indian Ocean from the distant ancient oriental country. I walked quickly through the mall of the airport with a slight vision, breathing the transparent air quietly and carefully, looking at the pure blue sky and the clouds.
The sky in Australia has a special color. The sky on the sea is dark blue. There is not a cloud in the sky. The sky is like a cloisonne canvas, extending infinitely on the horizon. This long canvas is connected with the rippling sea to form a blue gradient picture. The sky on the hillside is purple and misty. When the white clouds entered the top of the mountain, they seemed to enter several purple vats. You see, this mutton-like one is light purple, and that noodle-like one is purple, and it is purple and white like cotton candy, with a pinkish white edge. The sky is painted into a beautiful oil painting by various purples, which makes people involuntarily record this ever-changing picture with a camera. The sky in the field is a light orange sky, which forms a piece with flocks of cattle and sheep in the field and endless Yuan Ye. The natural and free sky reminds people of thousands of people. In the light orange sky, is there a fresh and refined blonde shepherdess singing, and is there a group of lambs whispering here beside her? The sun is also gentle at this moment, decorating the clouds with her light; It was an evening and the clouds began to drift away. The sun hides in the clouds, but it can't stop the red beside the dimples. Red passes through layers of clouds and evolves into various wonderful colors. It is light blue like blue-and-white porcelain, and it is dew powder dripping on flowers in the morning. It is as splendid as the ancient pyramids. How can so many colors not be gorgeous? That deep day, the night sky, the deep blue sky, the stars twinkling in the hazy moonlight, the eyes watching us tirelessly in the middle of the night, let us close our eyes and wander in the Milky Way. ...
I am totally addicted to this unpredictable day, the sky, the sky. Why are you so elegant? Looking at the sky and daydreaming, Australia's beautiful sky is naturally your most gorgeous beauty. You shine in the south of the Indian Ocean. Why can't your light reach the eastern part of the Indian Ocean? Even if we build another Sydney Opera House in China, we won't get its beautiful sky. No, you're not too stingy. It's just that we orientals pay too little attention to the beauty of the sky. I look at the sky in Australia and feel sorry for the sky in my hometown. Mother of the East, have you ever had the beauty of Australia, but your smile has been ruthlessly destroyed by history. You have the same age as the Australian sky, but have different fates. I hate that we put you in danger with our own happiness.
The sky in Australia is still so blue and clear. I sincerely hope that it will always be so charming, but I hope that my vast motherland in the east of the Indian Ocean will also have a clear sky one day. I don't know how long this day will last, and I don't even know if this wish is impossible, but I still hope to see people take the bus voluntarily when they see the famous cars unmoved, so as to reduce the emission of exhaust gas into the sky. When you go shopping in the supermarket, you can take an environmental protection bag with you. Trees are greener and more lush, and there will be more and more oxygen ... Maybe it is the day when people's hearts are full of environmental protection, or when everyone's heart becomes pure blue, every sky on the earth will be blue.
4. The composition about environmental description is Snow, the Messenger of Winter with 350 words. In the morning, waves of fresh air floated into the bedroom, with a faint fragrance of flowers. I dressed curiously and ran to the window.
It turned out that the first heavy snow of this year fell last night. Looking out through the window, it was silver and white outside, and goose feathers and snow were flying all over the sky.
Seeing all this, you can't help but think of the beautiful silver kingdom in fairy tales. On my way to school, little white snowflakes fell from the sky, just like beautiful silver butterflies flying in the air.
Little snowflake kissed my face, so cool and comfortable! The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and snowflakes are flying all over the sky, like smoke and fog, and the whole city is shrouded in snow. At this time, Snow White is carefully weaving a white and soft carpet for the earth! From a distance, snow looks like silver beads, raindrops, diamonds, catkins and poplars, all of which make us hang an overwhelming white snow curtain.
Looking through the thick snow curtain, the tall buildings in the distance seem to be in the fog and in the clouds, which are particularly beautiful. You see, is that snow the jade scattered by the fairy, the pure tidbits on the osmanthus tree, or the unique "butterfly" in winter? Snowflakes fell on the branches, hairy and shiny, like reindeer's horns, like a loving mother dancing in the wind.
Snowflakes flying like butterflies fell on the roof and branches, and the pine and cypress on the roadside made a white dress. From a distance, the towering mountains are like undulating waves, which are very beautiful.
What a world of powder and jade, what a touching picture of falling snow! Under the snow cover, the evergreen pines and cypresses are like pagodas made of ice sculptures and jade. The school has also become a silver kingdom.
The long corridor on the playground has been covered with white "quilts"; The pine and cypress trees on the south side of the campus are covered with white "flowers", and the deciduous poplar trees are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars, like white corals; In the rectangular flower bed in front of the classroom, all kinds of withered flowers are full of silvery white "flowers". Snow, the little messenger of winter.
She is flawless and graceful, flying in the air like catkins and dandelion fluff. I like snow. I love it, as pure as a child's heart. Love it brings us endless happiness.
Snow, I praise you! I praise you.
5. Environmental description Environmental description refers to the description of external objects directly related to characters, including the description of natural environment and social environment.
The natural environment refers to the time, season, climate and geographical characteristics of people's activities. By describing the natural environment, we can create a typical character activity in writing character notes, so as to show the character's character, reveal his inner world, and some can promote the development of the plot. For example:
Because it is the end of winter, the weather is gloomy again. The cold wind blew into the cabin and looked out from the gap in the canopy. There were several desolate villages lying far and near, lifeless. I can't help feeling sad inside.
The example (1) depicts the natural scenery in the dead of winter, such as gloomy weather, chilly wind, yellow sky and bleak Yuan Ye, vividly depicts the dilapidated scene of the old China countryside, provides a typical environment for the characters' activities behind, and sets off the heavy and sad mood of "I" at this time.
The description of the natural environment mainly serves as a foil. For example, the second and third paragraphs of Seven Matches describe nature, the second paragraph describes it objectively, and the third paragraph is written through Lu Jinyong's observation and feelings, attacking the characteristics of abnormal climate change, frequent rainstorms and humidity everywhere. Therefore, it effectively reveals Lu Jinyong's inner activity of longing for fire in distress and anxiety, and sets off the incomparable preciousness of matches. Promoted the development of the story, such as:
(2) The rainstorm, like a huge waterfall, swept the Changwei Plain from the northwest coast, which was unstoppable. Thunder rumbled among the low clouds, making people's ears hum. Lightning, sometimes with dazzling blue light, cuts through the dark sky, reflecting Tian He swaying wildly in the storm, whipping the raindrops on the earth and struggling to walk in the rainstorm, like gold threads. In an instant, lightning disappeared, heaven and earth merged into one, and everything was swallowed up by endless darkness. There is no one on the other side, and there is no other noise around, only deafening thunder and torrential rain. ……
Example 2 vividly depicts the harsh environment of lightning, strong wind, heavy rain and dark weather, and encounters the enemy because of darkness; When the river swelled and the boat was washed away, Xiao Chen's family covered the Wushu team and made a heroic sacrifice. This description of natural scenery not only sets off the spiritual realm of the characters, but also promotes the development of the story.
The description of social environment is the description of social background, place, atmosphere and the relationship between people. Social environment is the basis of the formation of characters' ideological character. For example:
(3) At Lankao Station at that time, the north wind roared and heavy snow fell. Under the eaves of the station, there is an icicle with a ruler and a handle. The national special car transporting the victims to the harvesting area is flying over here. There are also some victims, wearing cotton-padded clothes provided by the National Air Force, huddled in trucks and crowded into waiting rooms. ...
Example (3) describes to us the specific environment in which natural disasters brought misfortune to Lankao people in the early 1960s (in this environment, Jiao decided to lead Lankao people to fight floods and save themselves. This effectively highlights the will and courage of the main characters to overcome disasters.
(4) The man nodded, his eyes still staring; He also whispered, "Look-what do you think this is?"
Aunt Hua followed his finger and looked at the grave in front of her. Grassroots are not completely integrated, revealing a piece of loess, which is ugly. When I looked up carefully again, I was surprised; -There is a circle of red and white flowers around the sharp grave.
Example 4 describes that revolutionaries presented wreaths to the tombs of revolutionary martyrs, but Grandma and Aunt Hua didn't understand the purpose of offering wreaths on the tombs. The description of this social environment profoundly reveals the profound lesson that the revolutionary war of 1911 was divorced from the masses, and the propaganda and education of the masses were ineffective, which caused the masses not to understand and understand the revolutionary significance.
We must pay attention to the fact that the description of natural environment and social environment should serve the description of characters, promote stories and reveal the theme of articles, not the scenery.
6. Paragraph of environmental description 1. On the brown dirt floor by the roadside of the residential area, some new green was spit out. The color of the grass is fresher every day, and it shines in the sun. The wild flowers on the roadside unconsciously opened a large area, squatting in the grass and sticking their heads out of the leaves. Red flowers, white flowers, yellow flowers, red stars, white stars, yellow stars, that little shy and delicate color, like the most magnificent dream in spring.
As early as a few butterflies danced among the flowers, their gentle and graceful dance was touching the beautiful flowers, praising the good mood of the breeze, echoing the good colors of the clear sky and praising the good scenery of spring. The oriole with pretty branches and charming thrush, sometimes crooning tactfully, sometimes singing beautifully, reciting a pleasant and wonderful poem.
The spring is chilly and the sunshine is bleak. The cold wind in early spring with the breath of severe winter makes people panic. The continuous spring rain is slender and cold, as if crying for the departure of winter. I don't care if I wet some spring grass that just spit green, freeze the willow branches that have just been plucked, and the residual snow on the roadside mixed with cold rain turns into a pool of mud. Passers-by wrapped in coats cursed the inconvenience of the road. The weather is wet and cold, the spring breeze is cold, everything is pale and lifeless.
3. Spring has come, and spring has really come. Through the window, I turned my ear to the field, and I heard the sound of the air warming slowly. The biting and cold of winter has slipped away quietly, and the sky is getting closer and more beautiful. I heard the grass in the yard turn green slowly, and a sleepy man was loosening the soil for the grass.
I heard the sound of drizzle dancing in the fields, as if the goddess of life was casting magic, and soon the whole world would be green; I heard the sound of peach blossoms in full bloom. "There are still 3,000 residual reds, not as good as one fresh one." . In the spring when everything is reviving, you can't miss that touch of pink. I heard you. I heard everything. I stood at the window and heard that spring was getting stronger and stronger.
Peach blossoms are in full bloom on Songshan Lake, swaying in the wonderful spring, causing bees to buzz and butterflies to dance. Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the pink petals fell and floated on the water, gently, without a ripple, as if they could not bear to wake the fish's dream. In this situation, I wonder if Cui Hu, a gifted scholar who wrote "Peach blossoms set each other off in red", has found the love under the peach blossoms?
At dusk, the sunset lingers in the mountains. Girls will really blush if they want to confess to their sweetheart. The cloud on the other side that day, is my eyes too hot, so that you are as intoxicated as the sunset? I like you, floating freely in the sky in a white coat; I also like the way you blush and look cute. You are gentle and charming in autumn!
7. In my eyes, dusk is beautiful, just because it is far away and the wind is so gentle, it drives the small trees and grass to dance together. A breeze blew, just like a mother's hand gently stroking her face. I like that feeling, cool. Looking up, a dozen old people are doing aerobics on the street, smiling and dancing, conveying a harmonious atmosphere and enjoying life. Look at the beautiful scenery created by nature, intoxicating warmth, clear tenderness mixed with deep warmth.
Dusk is a state.
Sometimes I feel that facing the pulse of dusk is like facing the kind face of a kind old man. He has rich experience but modest words, has gone through vicissitudes without complaining or shrinking, and is mature in wisdom but never makes public. He always listens to your anxious talk quietly, but often a few knowing smiles can heal the deep wounds in your heart. Dusk is full of charm in my heart.
Walking in the dusk, I will imagine that the story that happened in the dusk will be particularly unforgettable. Dusk is an eternal plot in my heart.
8. Hello, composition friends who start with environmental description. Many articles begin with environmental description.
Many essays are structured in this way: for example, Lu Xun's Kite evokes memories for many years with the scenery in front of him, and at the same time lays an emotional tone for the article: in winter in Beijing, it is still snowing on the ground, with gray-black bald branches in the clear sky and one or two kites floating in the distance, which is both a surprise and a sadness for me. The kite season in my hometown is spring and February. If you hear the rustling wind wheel, you can see a crab kite with light ink color or a centipede kite with tender blue color.
There is also a lonely tile kite, which has no wind wheel and is placed very low, making a person look gaunt and pitiful. But at this time, the willows on the ground have sprouted, and the early-blooming mountain peaches are also spitting buds, which are in harmony with the decorations of the children in the sky and become a gentle spring day.
Where am I now? It is still cold around in winter, but the long-lost spring in my hometown is rippling in this sky. But I have never liked flying kites. I not only don't love it, but also hate it, because I think it's what worthless children do.
Contrary to me, my little brother, who was about ten years old at that time, was very ill and thin. However, he likes kites best, and I can't afford them. He had to open his mouth and stare blankly at the sky, sometimes for half a day. The crab kite in the distance suddenly fell, and he exclaimed; The entanglement between the two tile kites was untied, and he jumped up happily.
All this is my laughingstock and shame.