20 17 complete works of Chinese composition topics in junior two.

20 17 a trip to Zhangjiajie, a Chinese composition for junior two students.

I was born and raised in the plain, and I came here for the first time? In the middle of the mountain, angry stones are rising, and a valley is heading for Zhangjiajie in Xia Lei in spring. Unfortunately, a few eyes are missing.

At first, there were some small dome mountains along the way. Have you arrived? Water around the four doors, Wanshan suddenly rises, just like a stone screen standing in front of you. It was amazing at first sight. In this colorful gallery, there is no need to climb mountains, just walk slowly and enjoy everything in front of you.

Jin Bianxi came running from the mountain at a distance, as if nothing had happened. It sometimes flies straight and sometimes cackles; Sometimes quietly licking the cliff, shy and astringent; Sometimes I rush out of a whirlpool, fly around a few times, and then stretch forward, looking so generous and relaxed.

The mountains on both sides of the stream, such as Boxing Day, the birth of a madman, the leaning tower or the castle, absorb the aura of heaven and earth and show the magic of the universe. Layer upon layer, different shades, different shades, high and steep, you need to look up to reach the peak, which makes people look forward to it? The mountains sigh. In the mountains, apes cry all over, and ancient trees fall leaves. The cliff is covered with pine trees and Gu Teng. Their rough skins are like copper shells, and their branches are like dragon claws, like natural and ingenious bonsai. Several clumps of wild bamboos are dancing leisurely at the foot of the mountain, twisting their light waist. The branches are blue and the flowers in Huang Cancan are in full bloom; Blue and yellow dragonflies are playing among the flowers, and they can't tell which one is a dragonfly and which one is a wild flower, just colorful. The sun shines through the confrontation between mountains, and the steep peaks are set in Phnom Penh.

Walking on the bluestone road between canyons, accompanied by birds singing and insects singing, I picked a mountain flower and put it in the brim, caught a dragonfly and let it rest on my shoulder. From time to time, I bend my head to listen to the murmur of the stream and look up at the blue hills, which are purple. How elegant and leisurely, as if entering a fairy tale world. No wonder: People are swimming in the canyon and drawing pictures. All I hear are stupid cameras, seagull cameras and cameras of all sizes. There is a lot of noise, endless beauty and endless joy.

Throughout, the peaks and mountains are crowded and crowded, far away from each other, on and off, on and off, on and off, on and off, on and off the world, on and off. walk walk See you later. A thousand miles of scenery. Two human-shaped peaks snuggle together. A couple who miss each other so much and look forward to the night finally meet. They were so happy that they hugged each other tightly, smiled at each other, dreamlike and poetic, and fell in love so happily. Look at these two mountains and think? The story of meeting thousands of miles away, as if this mountain also embodies infinite life.

Further on, in front of my eyes, a cylindrical mountain suddenly shook from the ground, with green waist and green head, standing proudly, like a knight in Tsing Yi, looking sideways like a banner and looking sideways like a whip. Not far away, another mountain peak, like a magnificent and realistic goshawk, is faithfully guarded by a whip. How good? Vulture whip. Nature is so wonderful.

A Miao eldest sister-in-law with fine features is sitting on the bluestone at the foot of the mountain. She is wearing colorful headscarves and colorful clothes, and she is selling loudly there. Those quaint crutches, exquisite horn speakers, bright stone knickknacks and colorful Zhangjiajie postcards, together, present a miniature Zhangjiajie to tourists.

Let's take a swim, stop and come to the edge of Lithospermum Beach. Bend down, grab a handful of blue-purple water, let it roll happily between your fingers, and watch it gather with the pool water, rush along the purple slate and splash. The mountain in front of us is rough and cold, which makes people feel a simple and upright beauty, like a dignified painting, a profound poem and a vivid story. Everything around is silent. I can't help but admire, and my heart seems to be shaking. Is that intoxicated by the broad feelings of Dashan?

I can't help but spit out Xu Zhimo's poem: At this time, can you forget countless red flowers, my intentions and wishes, my intimacy and benefit, and my past lives?

In the face of this deep mountain pool, I no longer exist. I am a grain of soil, a drop of water, melting in this landscape to find eternity.

Now, I have returned, but I still chew its charm from time to time. Zhangjiajie lingering in my dream is beautiful! Be strong!

20 17 the second part of the second grade Chinese composition

Pack your bags and walk around.

Pack your bags and walk around, stepping on history, carrying a book box, crossing Wan Li and jumping for thousands of years. ? What on earth is so powerful? By the way, this is literature, ancient landscape poetry.

Moreover, because of its blend of scenes, it can not only make people see the scenery, but also make people understand, which can be described as the most cost-effective trip in the world.

In Zhang Jiuling's Full Moon Philip Burkart? The sea rises and the moon rises, and Tianya is in love at this time; Is it in Wang Wei's To the Frontier? The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. Is it in Li Bai's "Early Hair Baidicheng"? Apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man's illness; In Violet's On Poetry? Clear water produces hibiscus, which is naturally poetic and picturesque; In Taibai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the Way to Yangzhou? Lonely sail overlooking the blue sky, I saw the Yangtze River sky parting; In Li Shangyin's Late Love? God has mercy on the grass, and precious old people in the world who care about late love cherish time; Do you have Zhang Ji's "Wind Bridge Sleepover"? Hanshan Temple outside Gushu City, midnight bells go to passenger ships constantly; In Yu Wenbao's "Qing Ye Lu"? The natural philosophy of getting the moon first by being close to the water tower, and making flowers and trees sunny is easy for spring; In Liu Zongyuan's Fisherman? Then, at sunrise, he passed through the mist, a rural outline, and only his oars creaked, in green mountains and rivers; And Kong's Peach Blossom Fan? Mourning Jiangnan? Bai Niao is floating and green water is surging.

In the face of these wonderful poems, it seems that we can study ancient poems? The relationship between emotion, thought and scenery. In the Ming Dynasty, Yuan Hongdao once said in Xiao Xu Shi Xiu: Emotions change with the environment, and words are born of emotions. Contemporary scholar Yuan Mei also said:? Painting takes verve first, and poetry takes temperament first.

Therefore, it seems that we can get a picture of ancient poetry from the perspective of leopards. The conclusion of emotion, thinking and scenery: Look at the scenery with emotion or feel it because of it, and then think from it. This is probably the writing mode of most works. What do we call this writing mode? Improvise So, in? Should impromptu writing be emotional or scenic?

Wuqiao in the Qing Dynasty put it this way: ancient poetry is full of emotion, and later poetry is full of scenery. For example, in Nineteen Poems: Meng Donghan? Jian 'an Middle School's son built A Gift for Ding Yi: Early Autumn Cold? Few people; One day, until the end of the Tang dynasty, there was nothing to say about temperament, and painting was not poetry. Fu's poems are based on emotion and take scenery as the object. Scenery is not self-generated, but emotional transformation. Emotional sadness is a sad scene, and emotional joy is a joyful scene. Tang poetry can be integrated into the scenery and attached to the scenery, such as the beauty of a child: The place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was blackened by broken clouds? ; Shen Xia Kenzhi:? Pear flower cold food night, deep closed Cuiwei Palace? ; Yan:? Liutang is full of spring water, and the sunset in Huawu is late? ; Zuyong:? Good evening garden, new Qingming fireworks? ; The mixed feelings in the scene are so natural that the Tang people won the game. It is unintentional for the Hong family to make sentences by relying on the fur of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and they can't blend into the scenery. In fact, their narrative scenery only wants to be broad and lofty, and has nothing to do with feelings. For example, on a cold night, wooden boards are used as quilts and armor is hung naked.

This reveals the principle of poetry creation:? Love is the main thing, scenery is the guest. The scenery is not spontaneous, but emotional. Fall in love with the scenery and give your feelings to it. As for which is more important, it goes without saying.

Based on these principles, if we continue to appreciate ancient poems about landscapes, pearls and flaws will arise.

It should be said that this is indeed a very cost-effective trip, not only enjoying the scenery of the world, but also understanding the poet's heart and feelings, and also doing a critical quiz, so fast!

20 17 senior two senior three Chinese composition

Aishang travel

Travel, you can explore the world with your own feet, or you can experience it with your heart, just like wandering in a book, which is also a small trip. We can feel the unique cultural customs of every land on the earth, or we can close our eyes and enjoy the real trip that never happened in our dreams.

Taking a step, I climbed the majestic mountain and felt every moment of my heartbeat, as if I could soar in the sky like an eagle; Through the steep valley, I saw the waterfall pouring down, as if washing away my troubles in the sound of running water. Finally crossed the rainbow, leaving a good memory. Sometimes, in different cities, I see different scenery and different attitudes towards life. In the noisy station, I heard different voices and different directions. In a special restaurant, I tasted different flavors of food, which made the taste buds on the tip of my tongue pound.

When we plunge into the world of books, although we are only accompanied by words, we can cross the flame with the protagonist and fight the devil. The sound of waving swords brushed our ears, and we seemed to experience it, as if this book was related to our own life and death. Buried in a book, I may have a picnic in the book or have a romantic date with the author. Books, let me enjoy various situations, let me indulge in its unique temptation. In my opinion, this unique text travel is like a trip for myself and my soul. Time seems to be still, and I am the only one running alone in the imaginary world.

Life is like traveling again and again. I like to travel with my feet, eyes and heart, because I can find my true self and what I love during the trip. Travel, it can open my eyes, make my life free, and write my own beautiful and rich travel notes.

20 17 the fourth part of the second grade Chinese composition

Pack your bags and walk around.

Every trip is a sea of people, especially the seven-day long holiday, which is the golden day of tourism. Travel enthusiasts, big and small, have gone to places they have long yearned for.

I don't know the date and year, and I don't know the Tourism Bureau. I only remember the situation when I got on the bus and prepared to go to my destination (scenic spot).

That day, I was at the station with my mother. We have to wait for the bus because we are going to the next scenic spot. At this time, people gradually increased, and cars passed by me again and again. I'm not bored, something is burning in my heart. People on the platform can't help but feel a little dry, and their desire to go to their destination is gradually increasing.

Then another car came and the crowd immediately caused a commotion. Everyone rushed to the car willy-nilly. As soon as the car door opened, adults crowded in, grabbed the child and pulled it into the car. Some young people cried, and I was at a loss. I just feel like I can't help moving forward. Ah, my mother opened a way for me, and I rushed to help her, but after all, we are weak. Fight? And then it was squeezed out. We are like two small fish, squeezed among some big fish. If we don't advance, we will retreat. Ah, people have shrunk? Encirclement? , surrounded me and my mother. Later, I just felt that I was washed to the coast by the waves. I didn't know it was far from the car until I saw it. I was pushed to the side! Mom ran over and pulled me, and we squeezed in again? Abortion? . Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, and finally squeeze to the door. I was about to go in when I tripped and fell backwards. My mother quickly pulled me. Well, as you can imagine, we are excluded again? .

Traveling is my favorite and everyone's favorite, but I will never travel on a golden day again.