Rhetoric appreciation and scenery writing

It is very important to improve the writing level and use rhetorical devices reasonably. There are many rhetorical devices, which often appear in landscape writing, adding a lot of color to landscape writing. The following is a landscape composition I compiled for you, which has rhetorical devices. I hope you like it.

As usual, I'm going to Stone Valley with Mr. Ma this morning, but when I woke up, I heard the rain beating on the tin outside the window, and I suddenly became lazy. Or Mr. Ma is obsessed with him. Is it fun to climb Mount Tai in the rain? I picked up my umbrella and walked into the stormy weather with him.

Walking and chatting on the road, I didn't realize that I had arrived at the Red Gate. Climbing up the stairs, Panshan Road is full of running water at this time, and the small waterfall formed by rain is flowing down the steep stone steps. Shops on both sides of the mountain road are open, but nobody cares. It's very deserted. Even the lively and active dog is lying quietly at the door, as if enjoying this rare sense of security. Looking at the shining blue stone under my feet, I have a kind of reverence for it inexplicably. The wheel of history cruelly ran over it, making it impossible to find its youth; The vicissitudes of time have already worn away its edges and corners, making its original stalwart body increasingly thin and weak. What can bring comfort to it is that from the messy footsteps, it once witnessed a scholar named Kong Qiu and a group of his disciples walking on it. Their high talk made it still audible, and even their fluttering voices were clearly audible; From the chaotic picture, it clearly sees the unification of China, boasting? Gongga Huang San, German Emperor Wu? The king's domineering of the first emperor; It can't forget a thin-faced poet who walked alone. It was he who sent him to Daiding with his winding body, so? Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look very short under the sky. ? Sigh came with the roar of the mountain wind, and it still echoes in my ears.

After the Wanxian Building, a large area of green flooded into our eyes. The dense rain is woven obliquely, and every leaf on the roadside is green, so fresh and clean, so bright, as if there is a fresh life beating behind every leaf. A string of rain beads embedded in the leaves seems to be broken. They jumped and jumped, and Shuer disappeared. The grass is also overwhelmed, and the raindrops are quietly shaken off in the arms of Mother Earth. The rain pattered on the umbrella, which made the stone road quieter and longer.

You can also occasionally see one or two flower umbrellas on the mountain road and walk in the mountain road and jungle in the rain and fog. Just after the Shuyu Bridge, I seem to hear the melodious piano sound mixed with rain and fog in the wind. Oh, early? A pavilion with high mountains and flowing water? . Stop in front of the pavilion, my heart is wandering. Isn't it in this pavilion that the handsome and elegant Boya sits cross-legged and fiddles with the strings, and she is listening attentively when she is relieved? Generous and exciting piano music flows between Boya's fingers, shaking the trees, very sonorous. Suddenly, Boya took aim at the high mountain and said, It's as majestic as Mount Tai. ? After a while, Boya's heart was in the river, and he said, It's like a river. ? The mountain is still there and the water is still there. Where can I find my bosom friend now?

After crossing the pavilion, I arrived at the Stone Valley. Stone valley is surrounded by mountains. Longquan peak in the east is towering like bamboo shoots; Gungaoling traverses the west, like a sleeping snail. Jianshui rushed out of the rocks in the northwest fork ditch, flowed into a stream and went south with the tide. Lao Zhang, who runs tea breakfast, has opened a big umbrella at this time. We sat under the umbrella, sipping the old dry roast brewed by Ganquan, and lingering in the rain and mountains, feeling relaxed and happy. Sweet and fragrant tea not only infiltrated my internal organs, but also purified my soul. Sitting quietly in the arms of the mountain, I felt the vastness of the mountain and the humbleness of people. Looking at Longquan peak in the distance, I don't know when a veil-like mist appeared between the peaks. From south to north, it seems that a wide white curtain is slowly pulled over, and the opposite Jinsong and Yanyan have quietly disappeared without a trace. In a short time, there was fog all around, rolling and rotating in front of our eyes. We are on cloud nine because we are in a dream, but we don't know when we can return to this world. The huge curtain is being gently swept away by a pair of invisible big hands.

Two or three steps away from the tea place is the exposed stone. Known as? The originator of big characters, the master of list books? The text is about 50 cm in diameter and has been painted with red paint. The font looks like a dragon and looks like a Buddha. After thousands of years of wind and rain, the scriptures have been eroded, the world has been hit and expanded, and now more than half of them have been destroyed. In front of them, they can no longer support their heavy bodies, so they can only lie in front of you and whisper about the glory they once had and the great changes and vicissitudes of history. I stared at these historical witnesses, who took me to the Millennium ancient temple with neat temples and towering ancient trees, so that I could sit still and listen to the morning bells and drums and look up at the crowing of old trees. The sound of the clock is cadence, and Brahma's voice is endless. These sounds are harmonious and reverberate in the empty and silent mountains.

I was holding a cup in my hand, and it was foggy in front of me, and the water was gurgling in my ear. At this time, I don't know whether I am on the mountain or the mountain is in my heart.

There are rhetorical devices in writing landscape compositions. 2. Flowers bloom in early spring. Perhaps this is the case with the transition between spring and winter in the sky. The weather has been bad, and the air is filled with gray lead, hanging down, unwilling to cry and melt the gloomy clouds. I don't want to let go of everything and let myself be full of sunshine and brilliance again. Fortunately, the flowers blooming on the ground thousands of miles away from them are still strong and unaffected by this negative emotion. I once again picked up my confidence in spring. In this warm and cold early spring, I quietly listened to the fairy tales when the flowers bloomed in early spring.

The laurel trees in the garden are the most energetic. It blooms old flowers that seem to have never been thanked all the year round, and it also shoots brown, red and green buds with the wind. Look carefully, cinnamon is always the size of a grain of rice, slightly yellow. The beautiful fragrance of autumn is crushed in the cold air of spring and silently passes through people who catch a cold due to weather change. Even whiter than it is, there is a kind of flower that blooms just right. Its trunk is thin and its petals are moist with water vapor and fragrance. Exquisite five pieces form a small crown to surround the core in the middle, softening the stiff and cold branches without leaves. Unfortunately, I asked many people, and they didn't know its name. I had to helplessly look at the white noise in the community, campus and square.

Forget it. Forget it. Nobody said anything? Don't ask your name, remember her? What? Besides, there is no shortage of Snow White around me, and there are many flowers worthy of attention. I won't let the spring in my heart be blank because of regret. For example, Magnolia grandiflora and Magnolia grandiflora, which began to sprout and bloom one after another, also lost all the China leaves. Straight to the sky, there are elegant magnolia and purple magnolia with wings. They open their arms to absorb the aura of spring and brew a more beautiful life.

When I was looking for flowers here, I gradually sank into the mist of spring, but I was awakened by the cold wind that often passed by. I suddenly remembered the poor welcoming flowers on Kaizhou Avenue. They are also in full bloom. Rhododendron is red or pink or white, iris is yellow or purple. At that time, I realized that the spring of nature is limited, because I love flowers very much, but I can't help frowning at them. Yes, they may be beautiful, but they are not free. I think it is neatly and carefully arranged next to the dust on Kaizhou Avenue on weekdays, and it has lost the vitality embodied by natural freedom. I watched them move out of the greenhouse for more than two weeks. I stubbornly refused to admit that they were created by nature and spring, and they were selflessly brewed by nature and spring.

So I fell in love with Camellia, and fell in love with Camellia. She blooms in the corner of the community, but it is the most amazing smile in the whole early spring. On the morning when I met her, the heavens and the earth were finally baptized by a night of continuous spring rain, and a lot of clouds disappeared. After the rain, the sky was plated with a thin gray-blue layer. Walking aimlessly in the community, I turned around and saw the first bud of camellia not far away. In that evergreen bush, in that inconspicuous dense leaf in the past, camellia was facing me, laughing bloody and purplish, leaving me there as if I had left my body for a moment. She is really not like a light-colored flower that blooms in the cold air of early spring against the seemingly thin spring. She is so rich and elegant, and the compound flower hangs beside the shiny leaves and glows crazily, which never seems to reach the end of satisfaction. Countless petals are tightly connected together, forming a whirlpool of waves, which deeply sucks me into her unique style. Go near her, and you can't help bumping into her! I watched her quietly for a long time, fascinated by the noble expression reflected by her solidified blood red and crystal dew. Especially the curved petals, it must be the touching radian of her mouth. I am surprised that I think the plain and elegant early spring is so bright and dazzling, and there is such an elegant smile.

The feeling of spring is so real and strong for the first time, just like camellia, blood has penetrated my heart in purples.

After several nights of playing, the air became more and more fresh and fragrant. At dawn, I opened the window and looked at the bright flowers downstairs. Some of them danced gracefully with the rain on the branches, and some of them sat majestically on the lawn and smiled.

I also smiled slightly, thinking of a sentence: it's another year of flowers blooming and falling, and it's early spring, which means a lot.

Have you ever ridden your ideal bike in the field?

Have you really felt the beauty of nature with your heart?

Do you open your heart to the quiet words of nature?

By chance, I took out the bicycle that accompanied me through the ups and downs. It took me galloping in the rainstorm, rushing on the Yuan Ye and wandering on the path. When I fell, it supported me to get up; When I meet a steep slope, it encourages me to keep moving forward; When I fall, it reminds me to keep my balance.

I heard that the scenery in Aocheng is picturesque, so I invited my brother to ride with us, but the scenery on this road alone makes us feel relaxed and happy:

The wind, blowing gently; Branches, flashing leisurely; The bright spring day is sprinkled on the body and warmed in the heart. In retrospect, Huang Chengcheng only has rape flowers and green seedlings, which is very monotonous. The breeze blew gently across the earth, only to see a little yellow, red and purple swaying in the fields. I was attracted by it, so I couldn't help but stop, get off and walk in. It turned out to be wild flowers on the roadside. Although it is so insignificant, it covers the whole field. They are not as enchanting as peony and delicate as autumn chrysanthemum, but they do have tenacious vitality and adorn the world in obscurity.

My brother is pushing a car and walking quietly by the field, admiring this beautiful field: the rape blossoms in front of him are golden yellow in the bright sunshine, and the rape blossoms are in bloom? Buzzing? That voice, take a closer look, oh, the early bee is trying! A group of beautiful butterfly girls are also dancing among the flowers. There is a clean and refreshing lawn in front of us. My brother and I were lying on the lawn, looking at the sky freely and carefree. Here, all our worries are forgotten. Looking at the big flowers in the sky, a large cloud is comfortable in the air. The boundless blue sky is their world. No bondage, only freedom. They live the life they want. Clouds bask in the sun in the sky, and they don't care about other people's comments, saying that they are like this and that, but they are comfortable in posture, don't deliberately imitate, don't need to live for others, and don't care about other people's opinions. They are just free to be themselves and interpret their lives wonderfully. They don't need applause from others, they will cheer for themselves. They are happy for their lives, with unbridled laughter and unruly dancing. As long as you are happy.

The sky is like a blue sea, and clouds are like canoes on the sea, drifting quietly and gently, for fear of awakening the deep dreams of the sea. Large and small, white and purple clouds look like faded blue cloth with several patterns embedded on them. This design is like goldfish, Mobidick, crab claws and horses. They collide with each other and wave at each other, unwilling to approach or part.

My brother is watching the insects in the grass intently, while I am listening carefully to the most beautiful sounds from nature. Birds build nests among leaves and flowers. They are very happy. Calling friends shows off her crisp throat and sings melodious tunes, echoing the cool breeze and flowing water from afar.

We forgot to go cycling in the Olympic City, and we were all immersed in the beautiful scenery of nature. Nothing is more beautiful than nature.

But nowadays, people sacrifice the ecological environment and destroy nature for their own interests. But do they know that this behavior is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst? If the money is gone, you can earn it back, but once the beautiful nature is gone, it is difficult or even impossible to recover. Is it necessary to bury the beautiful nature in these golden mountains and silver mountains?

Nature has nurtured us, and we should actively protect her. Therefore, my wish is to beautify nature and make it beautiful forever! ! !

As long as you have a pair of discerning eyes, the beauty of nature can be found. Whispering of the breeze, touching of the sun, colorful flowers and the chirping of hundreds of birds; There are also students who help the elderly cross the road, hardworking gardeners who teach people tirelessly, angels in white who saves lives, and the most lovely people who protect the country; Also, the smiling face of the baby and the fine wrinkles on the mother's face will make you feel that the world is really beautiful and life is really beautiful. I embrace these every day, and there is a warm current and warmth in my heart. I want the bird to help me spread this beautiful warmth to nature and make everyone as happy as a bird! As beautiful as nature.

When you have free time, please keep in touch with nature, feel it and blend in with it, so that you can pursue the most beautiful yourself from nature.