Landscape topic composition 1 picturesque hometown
My hometown is located in an unknown small village. I personally like the scenery there. In fact, the scenery in the country is very beautiful, just like oil painting. It is very beautiful that people living in big cities can't see.
When you go out every morning, you can see green willows and crystal clear rivers. The air here is very fresh and natural, with green grass and vitality. These natural landscapes constitute a beautiful rural landscape painting.
My favorite is the flowers in my hometown in spring, because I like nature. When spring comes, flowers bloom. When it is rare and beautiful.
Picking a flower on tiptoe, I carefully smelled the fragrance on it, which was really refreshing. Since then, the fragrance of flowers has intoxicated me.
I like green leaves, so I appreciate nature. Spring is coming, when the green leaves are covered with branches. I reached out my hands, picked the green leaves from the branches, made beautiful and funny bookmarks and put them in my book. From then on, reading became a pleasure, and from then on, the green leaves also intoxicated me.
The trees along the river in my hometown have strong personalities. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is windy and rainy, and it rains and thunders, the tree stands there resolutely, like a soldier. It says it won't be pushed down.
Several trees in front of my house, they are burly, like rows of guards, always standing there and never falling down.
The scenery of my hometown, you really intoxicated me!
Landscape topic composition 2 take a boat, enter the scenery with the wind, and watch the river bank fishing. I sat in the moonlight, quietly thinking about the most beautiful scenery in my eyes. ...
Cherish Li Bai
Pear blossoms fall, hurting everything in the world, and unruly talents are destined to be in the world. I was born useful, spinning a thousand pieces of silver, all come back! . You are very proud to enter the officialdom. Soon, you discovered the darkness of officialdom and decided to quit. But you can't take such a pure step, and you can't escape from the darkness.
Sad Qu Yuan
A person creates a festival, and a festival conveys a yearning. The monarch is fatuous, the country is at war, and the people are uneasy. You don't want to see the country perish, and you strongly discourage the emperor from withdrawing. However, the incompetent emperor listened to the advice of the villain. You were heartbroken and ran to the Gulo River. When you heard the news that Chu had been breached, you picked up a big stone and jumped without hesitation. Residents nearby rushed to save you, but you were washed away by the rolling waves. People still have a glimmer of hope, but all you can answer them is the sound of rolling waves. People are afraid that your body will be eaten by fish and shrimp, so they throw rice, dates and sugar together into the river. Since then, there has been the Dragon Boat Festival.
Feel sorry for Daiyu
You went to Jiafu and fell in love with Jia Baoyu at first sight, thinking that you could stay here forever, but later, you found that everyone in this luxurious courtyard was intrigued and hostile to each other. "Flowers bloom all over the sky, who pity?" Your poems are always so sad. Finally, you became seriously ill and bedridden. Festive gongs and drums sounded next door, which was the wedding of Baoyu and Baochai. You wanted to see Baoyu again, but in the end, you didn't see him. You left with an idea.
I opened my eyes and looked at the world in front of me, then closed my eyes and recalled the scenery in my eyes. ...
Some people say that a person's life is a picture scroll, and he is a painter. The final scenery presented is the eternity engraved by people in his life.
Everyone in the world has their own unique personality. Therefore, everyone in the world presents us with different scenery. Tao Yuanming is calm, Li Bai is natural and unrestrained, Yue Fei is heroic, Wen Tianxiang is loyal, and Sima Qian is loyal. And the scenery they present to us is beautiful from different angles. Each has its own bright spots and characteristics. What kind of picture are you going to draw?
You may envy Kobe Bryant's domineering spirit, you may envy Phelps' heroic spirit of winning eight gold medals in one breath, and you may envy Liu Xiang's ambition to break the Olympic record and prove to the world that China people are no longer the "sick man of East Asia". But no matter how much you admire and admire, you can't be them, but you can reach or even surpass them through your own efforts. As long as you are always full of confidence, even if your life has fallen to the lowest point, you can still face the immediate setbacks and bumps with a smile, so whether you succeed in the end or not, you have filled in the most wonderful picture of your life.
Now, we have just picked up our brushes, and the road ahead is long. The picture that needs to be completed in the future needs to be pieced together with all kinds of dreams in our hearts. What we can do now is to keep working hard, keep fighting hard, describe the wonderful life wholeheartedly, and realize the value of life, thus showing the most beautiful scenery of life.
The scenery of life, some prosperous but very rich, some simple but very interesting. Therefore, as long as we don't give up, as long as we don't waste time, we can create infinite value in our limited life and outline the most beautiful scenery in the world.
Look, my friend! Dreams start from here and pursue the most beautiful scenery. ...
I have been to many places, I have seen the majestic Yulong Snow Mountain, I have been to the Yunnan Stone Forest with strange rocks and phosphorus, and I have felt the mystery of Cangshan Erhai Lake, but the most beautiful scenery in my heart is the coins on the bus.
On that day, my mother and I went back to our hometown for the New Year. We have prepared clothes, food, household appliances and money. We think this is foolproof, but even smart people sometimes nod their heads. When we took the bus, we found that we only had change of one dollar. You can't let me stay at home alone, and you can't just let me go. Facing the slot machine, we are like ants on hot bricks. The driver on the bus also frowned, and his eyes seemed to say, "Why don't you get the change ready when you know you want to take the bus?" The driver kept honking his horn, and he was impatient, and people in the car also talked about it. I couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground. My mother was flushed with anxiety and sweat rolled down from her forehead at once. My clothes were soaked with sweat and clung to my body because of nervousness and sultry carriage. I feel very uncomfortable, and my face is burning and flustered.
Just when we were at a loss, a coin rolled from the back of the carriage, shining silver, which made people feel very sacred and pure. Along with the coin, there is a note: you can use it, it doesn't matter! We felt a breeze blowing, as if touched by a pair of cool and gentle hands, and our burning faces gradually cooled down. My mother put the coin in at once, and we were relieved. I think that coin is the brightest in the world. While saying "thank you", we found a vacancy, and we are still looking around for the unknown and unknown good-hearted person. But from the sea of people, who is a kind person? Although I don't know him and he doesn't know me, he wants to help us. Perhaps this is the most beautiful scenery in the world. What is beauty? Is it a coin? Is it a person? No, it is the heart of mutual help in the world, and it is the eternal feeling of saving others from dire straits. Coins and people are beautiful, but no matter how beautiful they are, they can't compare with the noble character of mutual help between people.
The beauty of scenery is not only reflected in nature, but also in people. Beauty is not only a towering mountain, but also a subtle action of people. A person's excellent character is the most beautiful scenery.
There is a "unique" scenery in front of my house, which makes my home full of green and vitality.
This landscape is just a few small plants I have raised. In spring, the sown seeds germinate, and the buds are small and lovely. These small buds grow very fast, five or six centimeters in a few days. The leaves grow slowly and turn dark green. A strange thing happened. Inadvertently found one of the larger flowers in bloom. Its flowers are red. I think it should be blooming soon. I am looking forward to it.
When summer comes, I water them every day, but they seem to be deliberately against me, deliberately not flowering. But God helps those who help him. Finally, they blossomed. Oh, I forgot to mention that this plant is called "a bunch of red flowers", and the flowers are really a bunch of red flowers. It's really beautiful. Neighbors also said that there will be more seeds in the future, so give them some!
In autumn, flowers gradually wither and bear seeds. The seed is between the two petals, so it is well hidden.
In winter, seeds fall from petals and into the soil. I look forward to more beautiful flowers next year.
In spring, my home is full of green, in summer, my home is full of vitality, in autumn, my home is full of excitement, and in winter, my home is full of hope!
Landscape topic composition 6 well-meaning people do it and watch the scenery. ...
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When I dragged my tired feet onto the sea of clouds, I realized that there was such a fairyland in the world!
A ray of sunshine shines brightly and obliquely on the orange top brick of the pavilion in the sea of clouds, reflecting a faint light, as if surrounded by Buddha's light. The sun is shining high and the clouds are scattered among the peaks, which is unpredictable: for a while, it becomes a "fairy sitting on the stage", for a while it becomes a "fairy game" and for a while it becomes a "boy serving tea". When it's calm, the sea of clouds reflects the mountain shadows, which is picturesque. Looking intently, it seems that you can still see the kind face of the mountain god ... from a distance, the sky is high and the sea is wide, the peak is like a boat, and the pine and cypress are like fishermen on that boat; Looking closely, it seems that clouds are within reach, making people want to pick up a handful of clouds.
No one is listening to the noisy introduction of the tour guide carefully. Everyone greedily stares at the picturesque scenery in front of them as if they were going to die in the blink of an eye. Others prayed devoutly, with their hands crossed on their chests.
At this time, I can't help but think of the poem "Song of the Clouds in Huangshan Mountain" by Wu, a native of Xiuning in Qing Dynasty: "Looking at the sky from afar, it seems like stormy waves, and the wind shakes the tide. There are peaks above the stormy waves, and now the ship is rocking with the waves. The wind is rising, the waves are rising, and endless hearts are shocked. The top of the mountain is like a stone, how can the heights be the same as Zeguo? "
Oh, the sea of clouds in Huangshan, I will never forget it in my life!
Walking on the sea of clouds, everyone was twittering, but my attention was attracted by a mother and son. Mother is dressed with great temperament, and the beige scarf around her neck is embroidered with some orchid patterns. His son is wearing a light blue sportswear and brand-name sports shoes. They look like a capitalist family.
A few steps later, I heard my mother ask the boy, "Dear, was the sea of clouds beautiful just now?" I saw his son nod sharply. "But just now, I saw a very rude man throwing a piece of garbage there." His mother smiled at the boy.
The boy ran back with a red face and came back with a coke bottle in his hand. I saw the boy and his mother smiling at each other. The smile was so beautiful.
I can't help but lift the camera around my neck and click it.
At that moment, I felt that I had recorded more beautiful scenery than the sea of clouds. ...
I still remember when I first entered the winter, there was foggy weather. As a result, I was plagued by smog all winter. In the silent winter, the smog comes quietly.
At first, the weather was very polluted. People walk in the fog, go to work, go to school, go out shopping, and always walk through the fog. At night, even if the street lamp is on, it can only illuminate a little place nearby. The cyclist advanced cautiously with his headlights on and rode slowly. It is very dangerous to drive fast in this fog.
Just a few days ago, it rained a few times. Although it is small, the fog in the drizzle is beautiful. Fog, like gauze, like light smoke; White gauze fog hangs over the roof, just like a fairy standing on the roof who doesn't want to show her true colors.
(Spring) Yesterday, after the rain cleared, the sky was unusually blue, and there were many white clouds floating in the sky, which was very beautiful; The sun shines slowly on the earth, which is very warm. Maybe it's because I haven't seen such weather for a long time. People all admire: "it's beautiful" and "it feels much better to look at this day" ...
As the saying goes, "learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat." But I think, isn't human life just moving forward in the fog? No one knows where his future path will go. Maybe tomorrow is a turning point, maybe next month is a turning point, but maybe next year.
Learning is like walking in the fog. You can only see the true face of an object if you get close. Similarly, if you refuse to explore hard and set out for the temple of knowledge, you are afraid of tripping over stones today and falling into a trap tomorrow. When can you solve your confusion and confusion?
Come on! Fog brings people endless curiosity and endless exploration. At the same time, we must move forward actively, diligently and fearlessly!
There are beautiful scenery everywhere.
As long as you have a pair of observant eyes, a pure heart and a happy and simple mood, you will find beautiful scenery everywhere.
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Beauty is ahead, beauty is in sight.
Seeing the towering mountains in nature, the wild geese in Qi Fei, hearing the running of streams around me, the singing of birds, feeling the touch of sunshine and air, I will feel that I have entered the most beautiful scenery, seeing the yellow leaves of dense trees fluttering outside the window, hearing the piano etudes coming from downstairs and the rustling of leaves in the wind. Feel the approach of autumn, the passage of time, I will also feel that I am intoxicated in the most beautiful scenery.
Beautiful scenery is not limited by time and place, because it is natural and light in nature, and it is dull around, in front of eyes and outside the window. Beautiful scenery needs to be felt with your heart, not just with your eyes.
It is a pleasant thing to go out with friends to look for beautiful scenery, because on the way, we are communicating with friends with our heart and naturally observing everything around us with our heart. Even a small flower that blooms alone, even a weak grass, even a small tree that has not yet bloomed green, are beautiful in our eyes, because we have given them our happy mood at the moment and our wanton youth and vitality. Their beauty naturally appears lively, and such scenery adorns our whole.
I don't remember where I found an open flat land. Colorful flowers sway with the wind, green grass is tender, and several big trees seem to be arranged and stand in the most suitable position. In short, everything in front of us makes people wonder whether they have strayed into a fairyland or wandered in a dream. We can't walk any further, but our friends remind us that more beautiful places are still ahead, so we take off our fatigue and continue to drive forward, but until the end, we haven't found any more beautiful places. My friend simply said, finally, at the destination, if we can achieve our goals, wouldn't it be the most beautiful scenery? I let go in an instant, yes, as long as our hearts are full of beautiful scenery, whether it is in front of us or in front of us, this moment is in our hearts!
Isn't life a journey to find beautiful scenery? Sometimes we have smooth sailing and everything goes well, and we can't stop seeing the wonderful scenery in life. We should remind ourselves that there are more beautiful scenery ahead. Sometimes we will encounter setbacks and bumps and enter the bottom of life, but we will not complain. We should remember that if there is perfection in our hearts, we should be satisfied and everything in front of us will become unique and attractive. Therefore, no matter whether the beautiful scenery is in front of us or in front of us, we must stick to it and be happy to the end.
Beauty is in front, beauty is in front, beauty is in the heart, and beautiful scenery is everywhere.
On a sunny afternoon, the breeze passed through the room, and my thoughts flew back to many years ago. Yi remembered the flower season of 16 years old on TV. I kept watching it because I was only 16 years old. I seemed to want to see something related to myself from it, but I forgot after watching it. After all, they still live in two worlds, whose 16 years old is as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, me.
Yi will still remember that year. I didn't know it was twenty. I saw a picture of a beautiful woman drawn by Aunt Hong on the windowsill of her house. I asked Aunt Hong if she painted it, but Aunt Hong said no. In the end, it turned out that she really didn't draw it, because she never painted it again. Since then, I have loved those magical lines, which are out of control. Since then, I have often left my graffiti on my textbooks, and I have not been criticized by my teachers. Girl, you were born in the wrong place, maybe yes, maybe I was born in the wrong place, but I know that I love the place where I was born and raised. When I grow up, I have been to far away places, but there seems to be a voice in my heart saying that I will go back one day because there is my soul there.
At that time, my aunt and I slept on the second floor, facing the window and there was a tree. I still don't know her name. In spring, it will bloom like a star, blue as thin as a flower, and the trunk as thin as a flower. I don't know. Too many teenagers. That tree must be older than my grandfather. Every morning when I open my eyes, I will see its branches outside the window.
In front of the window, there is a wheat field on one side and a small pond on the other. I left a lot of vegetable fields, all from nearby families. My mother planted our favorite tomatoes, and I planted corn for fun. Finally, I really grew up and sprouted corn. In the end, I didn't see it really looked like a clam, but I asked all the children in the village not to stay. I don't know if the vegetable field will soon become barren without the care of my mother. The night my mother was buried, I cried sadly at the tomatoes my mother planted in the vegetable field. I can see people coming and going at home, and the funeral helpers have not dispersed. It's really hard. Mother left, and only the tomato trees around me rustled in the slight evening breeze.
I haven't been to that vegetable field since then. The two trees next to the vegetable field stood there like guardians, watching everything and being silent.
Just in the first two steps, we have been playing with the Long Beach since childhood. It is said that this is a huge project, and I think it is so long. Grandpa said that he watched the construction of this levee, which seemed to be in the 1960s. You can see its head across from our house. It's like a handbag, covering half of our village. At the other end, I walked a long way, and I never saw it again, and I didn't know it extended along it. The long embankment irrigated in busy farming season is like a poem in my memory, leaving too many happy times. The dam is covered with a layer of green turf for many years, which is our paradise. When it rains, there will be a black edible thing in the grass slope. We call it the ground, which is a bit like black fungus. But it's better than black fungus.
Standing on the levee when the weather is fine, you can see Yunmeng City. There is my mother's hometown, but when I went back last year, a big hole was dug by the brick factory outside the long levee. It is the greenest place on the grass slope, without weeds and trees. People often walk on it. Early in the morning, I often see people running on the levee and running to our village, so close to us. It is the people in the town who are outside the dike, and the people in the village are not used to running.
Life is always incomplete, but my long beach has begun to change beyond recognition. I can only look for its green shadow in my memory.
Where there is a gap now, what about the single shot that once existed? When I was a child, my friends will still remember that when I was a child, we ran down the rope like little monkeys. I don't know why someone is standing there, and I don't know why. When others took it away, I looked at the place where it had been piled up and froze for a while. The hole left there tells me that there really is such a thing, really.
Really naive to think that you can really go back and really go back to the past. Many years later, when you go back, the sky is still that day, the trees are still that small forest, but things have changed, as if we can never return to the present.
According to my mother, my aunt often took me when I was a child. Maybe it's because she has a unique quality. I always thought she was strong. I never remember when and why I moved upstairs. I don't know how long I stayed with my little aunt at that time, as if until she got married. I had a selfish idea at that time. When both of them got married, the sticker of Huang Rong in the room that I liked for a long time was mine, and I was happy to think of it. But after she left, I lost interest in looking at the empty room and facing those stickers. Since then, the room on the left side of the second floor has been unoccupied, the bed has been slowly moved away, and many sundries have been slowly put in. Sometimes I run to that room and look out of it. Look at the white curtain hanging, pull it up and close it again. When I went back, the house was gone. Plus my memory, I doodle under the lamp and listen to my aunt tell me stories at night. If it had come out of her mouth, her knowledge would have been another world in my heart.
Later, I watched her fall in love and get married. Then, far away, I heard that her child was born. Now, during the Spring Festival, that cute little guy asked his grandparents for a red envelope, which made everyone laugh. The laughter lasted for several days, and she was just able to speak. Oh, my God, she gave birth to a little clown. When I went back last year, my little aunt began to look like a real woman. Maybe that's why she grew up in business.
My aunt likes her as much as her mother. She likes to be near her and run to their house. It's weird. No one has ever said that I look like my mother or father. People always say that my aunt and I seem to be. My great-uncle is always so kind and gentle. His high eyes never leave his eyes, which makes people look that his eyes are always a little blurred. He likes their home. Their home is far from the town, and they have all kinds of fruits. Every year when they harvest, they will send some to us. At that time, the air seemed very sweet. I like the small pine forest next to the fruit tree behind their house. Although it is not too big, it is the largest forest I have ever seen. This is my dream forest. I like my aunt. Although I get angry with her sometimes, I'm a little afraid of her. I remember why I yelled at her once when I was a child.
My second aunt has been out of luck since she got married. The doctor said it was my second uncle. She was always advised to leave. I can't be lucky in the future. My second uncle loves playing cards. At that age, she didn't take care of her family like a lucky girl, but her stubborn second aunt was always reluctant to leave her second uncle. She hasn't been accompanied by lucky for so many years, and her cell phone has been turned off. It's the kind I like to watch, but there is still a little shadow of her now. My second aunt, who hasn't gone out to work for many years, seems to be as addicted to playing cards as my second uncle, and seems to be playing well. I think they are really in a daze and never worry about the future, even though they have always been the object of everyone's concern.
There seem to be many old yellow photos at home. One of them is with three women, wearing a small library of that era and wearing a hairy hairstyle on her head. Three girls, one with personality, one with gentleness and one with handsomeness, stood by a tree by the water. Those are my three young aunts, because it should be autumn now. There is yellow grass by the pond, and I can't see the leaves on that unknown long tree. The sunshine seems very gentle, just like their expressions.
How many years later, each has its own small family, each goes its own way, each has its own life, destiny, busyness, busyness, and they are all so busy. Will you still remember the mild sunshine and brilliant sunshine that year?