10 landscape writing composition of about 500 words in the sixth grade of primary school.

1. The landscape composition of the sixth grade of primary school is about 500 words.

Listen, the sound outside the door is ticking, as if the earth is playing a beautiful symphony. Look, it's drizzling in the sky. Yes, it's a gift from Miss Chun to the earth. The weather after the rain seems to have covered the sky with a thin veil, and you can't see the mysterious world behind the clouds. Look! Rainbow! Seven-color rainbow, like seven fairies frolicking in the air and dancing in the Yaochi, is particularly charming. Outside the door, it smells delicious, and the smell after rain is fresh, like the smell of flowers touching the nose, so sweet; It's the smell of sticky honey, really strong; All kinds of fresh smells come to my face, refreshing. I like rain, because it is beautiful, clear and the world in the rain is brand-new.

It was getting dark, and a dark cloud covered the warm sunshine. Lightning and thunder, the thunder is deafening; Lightning shines on the earth with dazzling white light from time to time, turning the dark sky into day. The wind followed, shaking the trees "Hua Hua" straight ring, and the heavy rain is coming soon.

Sure enough, after a while, the bean-sized raindrops fell. Look how naughty the light rain is. One minute it gets into your hair, the next minute it runs into your hand, and the next minute it sneaks into your collar and plays hide-and-seek with you. Raindrops wash the world, trees become more tall and straight, grass becomes greener, and houses become brand-new. Raindrops draw circles on the water, and people who are drenched by the rain hurry home. The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and raindrops decorate the world like colorful pigments. When they finished, the rain stopped.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." Rain purified such a holy and beautiful world. In the rain, you can't feel any dust on the earth, and your heart is full of freshness and elegance. Rain, at my own expense, makes the world so colorful and beautiful. I like rain, I like rain in the rain.

What about you?

2. The landscape composition in the sixth grade of primary school is about 500 words.

One crisp autumn day, our sixth-grade classmates, led by their teachers, went to Qingshui Lake to play. In the morning, we got on a bus. The bus runs fast on the highway. Soon, we came to the beautiful Qingshui Lake.

When I got off the bus, the first thing that caught my eye was the Qingshui Lake levee. The words "Welcome to Qingshui Lake" were rusted with grass by skilled craftsmen on the embankment slope. Go to the embankment and look down, ah! What a big pond! The lake is clear, a gust of wind blows and the lake ripples. Under the sunlight, the lake is like a layer of gold, shining with golden light.

Then, we came to the golf course. This is a newly-built modern stadium, and many people come here to play and exercise.

Finally, we came to chestnut forest. Wow, what a big chestnut forest! When we came to the bottom of the forest, we suddenly felt that it was getting dark. I thought it was getting dark. Looking up, I saw that the sky and sunshine were covered by the dense leaves of chestnut trees. We are playing under the tree. I was having fun when suddenly a furry chestnut fell and landed right on my head. "What is this? It really hurts! " I shook my head and felt something fall. I looked down and it turned out to be a furry chestnut. I put it under my feet, patted it a few times and moved my feet away. A black chestnut is in front of me. I quickly picked it up, held it in my hand and shouted, "I found chestnuts!" " I picked up chestnuts! "I thought," If only I could pick more chestnuts. "Wanted to think, the horn rang, which is the signal that the driver's uncle urged us to go home. We have to leave the interesting chestnut forest and the beautiful Qingshui Lake.

3. The landscape composition in the sixth grade of primary school is about 500 words.

I think everyone has a spiritual harbor. Even a small flower and a bay of green streams are the most beautiful scenery in your heart. -inscription

I deeply love my grandmother's willow bay.

A world in a flower. For me, this willow bay is my world. I remember that the first time I came to Willow Bay was the season of cicada singing. The whole earth is full of vitality, and the flowing air is so oppressive that I can't breathe. Willow Bay is covered with willows. I walk in a large open space under green trees and enjoy the cool wind. My summer is like this in blowing in the wind.

If autumn is sad and depressed. Then the autumn in Willow Bay is beautiful and cool. Walking in the bay, willow leaves fall like butterflies, look up, oh! What a picture of fallen leaves returning to their roots! The unhappiness in my heart can always be completely forgotten. Willow Bay in autumn is the filter of my heart, and my heart is very high and green.

In a blink of an eye, winter came. Willow Bay in winter is bare and you can look up at the sky. From one end of the bay, you can see the other end at a glance, stepping on the "carpet" paved with fallen leaves and stroking the old "skin" of willow trees. It seems that I can clearly feel the touch of "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers". I often play here with my friends and want to bring some long-lost joy to this willow bay.

Listen! Birds are twittering and singing beautiful songs. It turns out that teacher Chun is here! Spring is the season when everything revives. The willows in the bay sprouted. From a distance, they look like a thin layer of green gauze. I send water to willows from time to time. They are very vital. That's what I meant when I said, "You can't plant flowers with your heart, but you can't plant willows without your heart."

I spent a green childhood in this willow bay. Its life is vigorous; Its color is hope; Its essence is tenacious. Although I seldom go to see it now, it is in the deepest part of my memory. I read to my heart's content, just like reading a heavy book.

I think everyone has a harbor to put their hearts, even a small flower and a green stream, and this willow bay is the most beautiful scenery in my heart. ...

4. The landscape composition in the sixth grade of primary school is about 500 words.

Winter, although not like spring, hides green life everywhere; Unlike summer, creatures show their charm and chic: unlike autumn, there are many fruits and falling leaves; But there is that mysterious white dream in winter. In winter, everything sleeps, and even the vegetation along the road is gradually declining. Isn't it? On the side of the road, I saw dry branches. There are no more pedestrians playing in the cool below, and there are no more leafy leaves and cicadas singing as before. In the park, the flowers no longer have exuberant vitality. One after another, they hung their heads feebly and broke their beautiful waists. Only the notice that hanling opened alone stood proudly.

The scenery in winter belongs to the wind. At first, it rose from the horizon like a wisp of smoke, patting the window paper of the snow and trying to sing rhythmically. It gently shakes the slender branches to help pick the last leaf.

The winter scenery belongs to frost. In the morning, the glass windows were covered with frost. They come in different shapes and outline ingenious patterns. Look, what's on it? It is a kind of tree, green, tall and full of wild flowers. No, well, it feels more like the underwater world, with clouds of seaweed swaying.

The scenery in winter belongs to snow. Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and soon the whole world was wrapped in silver. Snowflakes covered the branches, and the bare branches turned into silver bars. Snowflakes flew into the river, and the river was covered with white gauze. Rivers covered with snowflakes are like Mother Earth's scarves. Snowflakes fell to the field and covered the wheat with a thick snow blanket. Keep the wheat seedlings warm for the winter. Next year will be a bumper year.

In winter, you scatter snow all over the sky and sleep in the spring, but in the end, you would rather turn your clean body into Wan Li spring water, and irrigate it selflessly and generously to nourish the earth. When you were full of praise for the Spring Festival, you disappeared quietly and were sucked away by those immature seedlings. You, who gave birth to spring instead of spring, can be described as a pure heart, shining history!

5. The landscape composition in the sixth grade of primary school is about 500 words.

Everyone says our school is beautiful, so where is the beauty? Usually I don't care much. But when people asked me, I was speechless and didn't know where to start. So when I was at school, I deliberately looked for the beauty of the campus. Our campus is really beautiful.

Before entering the school gate, you can see the beautiful and generous school gate. Open the electric door slowly and put it into the hole of the left post. The shape of this post door is like a red goose looking up at the sky. On the left wall, it says "All for children, run a school that people are satisfied with". Under the golden characters, there are dozens of glittering medals, and on the right wall, there is a window, which shows the vitality and vigor of our school to the people of the county for a week. As long as you pass by, you will feel that this is a very good school.

In the music of welcoming teachers and students, I walked into the beautiful campus and stood in the center of the spacious and tidy playground, as if immersed in the embrace of beauty.

There are thousands of camellia plants in the east corner of our campus. You can imagine how beautiful they are when they are open. There is also a big flower bed, like a colorful four-layer cake. The first floor is colored grass, the second floor is dahlia, the third floor is a bunch of red flowers, and the fourth floor is a big Cycas. This is the color at this time. With the different flowers and plants placed in different seasons, the colors are different, but they are fragrant all year round. Tree planting and female frame trees cover the table tennis area and pole climbing area. The osmanthus tree fills the campus with fragrance, and the female tree is like a huge green umbrella to shelter the students from the wind and rain.

On the west side of the campus are two rows of evergreen cypress trees. In front of the tall pagoda is the statue of Lei Feng, and behind the mushroom-shaped cypress tree is the moral education wall. Pagoda and cypress are beautiful and strong. In front of the tree is a straight plastic runway. We practice in physical education class and the sports meeting.

To the south is a comprehensive teaching building, which looks like a huge five-story car, magnificent and generous. There are two rows of green walls in front of the building.

To the north is the more magnificent Shaw Teaching Building, which consists of huge books and pen containers. White wall bricks and blue corner lines are purple in the sun, and four "pro" slogans are eye-catching. In front of the building, there are two flower beds on Zhongpo, which are full of red flowers. The green grass is so beautiful. There is a flag stand in the flower bed, about 30 cm high, 4 meters long and 3 meters wide, and the surface is covered with shiny red floor tiles. There are three stainless steel fences. There is a Cycas in the fence, with a high flagpole in the middle and a bright five-star red flag on the top, flying like an auspicious flower over the campus.

Our campus is really beautiful, even the playground is beautiful. Green straw bags divide the playground into pieces, which are not only neat but also beautiful. Students in colorful clothes are doing their own activities on the playground. They are like flowers, butterflies, birds and deer. ...

This is our beautiful campus. After listening to my introduction, I feel ok!

6. The landscape composition in the sixth grade of primary school is about 500 words.

Spring has come, the girl's laughter has quietly awakened the sleeping earth, and a bustling scene has ushered in spring. The grass was bent by the breeze, as if bowing to welcome the arrival of the spring girl; Willow branches swaying in the wind, as if playing with spring girl; A few swallows stood on the telephone pole twittering, as if singing; The most conspicuous primrose in the garden has a small trumpet, which seems to give people the good news that "the long-awaited spring has finally arrived"! I came to the field in high spirits, deeply breathing the fresh air brought by spring, and the fragrance of the soil came to my nose. Those endless square fields are looming in the clouds like a mirage; Those fields are like rolling mountains. The fresh spring rain falls like silk, nourishing the earth that has just been freed from the bitter cold winter. Everything seems to be awake, and nature is alive again.

I came to the river along the path in the field, and the willows on both sides fluttered with the wind and new buds sprouted; Tender as if you can squeeze water; Walking by the river, I saw that those flowers were not to be outdone, and they also had small buds, colorful and scattered on the green grass; The breeze blew, emitting a faint fragrance of flowers, attracting hardworking bees and beautiful flowers. This kind of spring is desirable, really pleasing to the eye and refreshing.

At this time, the sun rises slowly, and the white primrose is dyed red by the morning glow, which looks like a shy red face and rouge. The crystal dew is rolling on the petals, which is particularly precious under the sunlight. The white fog slowly dispersed, and farmers came to the fields one after another to start busy, sowing and transplanting. That happy face seems to see the fruits of the harvest. The children chased each other. A playful laugh. The cheers of the farmers working in the fields ... constitute a beautiful "spring scene".

Now, spring has come. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Throughout the ages, people have almost exhausted all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring brings vitality and hope to people.

7. The landscape composition in the sixth grade of primary school is about 500 words.

For the first time, I realized the boundless and shocking magnificence. It has entered the early autumn, and the Himalayan prairie is still quiet. Lush grass connected together, spread to the distance, and finally merged into a deep and shallow green, and some pale yellow, like smoke, dotted with purple and yellow wildflowers. They seem to be changing, but they blend together perfectly, with the sound of hooves and footsteps stepping on the path in the middle. Spots of horses and sheep graze leisurely in their own world, giving people an unspeakable feeling.

High and low colors, continuous colors. Looking from a distance, the plains and hills on the grassland, as far as I can see, seem to be locked in blue fog and gradually intertwined with the sky. I have never seen such a landscape, and I can only see it in books and watercolors, but even the overflow colors in famous works, whether dark green, bordeaux or any other colors, no matter how detailed, are not as ingenious as nature.

Suddenly, it broke the still water like a stone. The Mongols galloped past on horses, and every horse expressed its inner passion like a gust of wind. Horseshoe tread, leaving a string of deep and shallow footprints. Gradually, the horses condensed into distant dots and disappeared.

I was sitting on the grass, and there was a damp smell and a unique smell of soil coming at me. It's very dry here, and we just caught the third rain on the grassland. However, I think these grasses are already underground, and they firmly hold this precious water source with their foundation. A blade of grass may be considered insignificant, but thousands of blades of grass have merged into this endless Hulunbeier grassland.

For the first time, I realized the boundless and shocking magnificence.

8. The landscape composition in the sixth grade of primary school is about 500 words.

The campus in spring is particularly beautiful! In spring, everything recovers and spring blossoms. My school has flowers and trees, a small fountain, a teaching building, a podium and a flag-raising platform. I can see trees and rows of trees standing upright in the campus, as if welcoming our arrival.

You can smell a burst of flowers as soon as you get started, which is intoxicating. I went to find out where the flowers were and saw several people gathered together. I squeezed through to see a large piece of flowers, which attracted flowers and bees. Colorful flowers are dazzling. Further on, you can see the small spray pool. There are small shrimps and small fish in the small fountain, playing freely in the water! As soon as I touched the water, shrimp and small fish hid shyly. The water in the small spray pool is especially sweet, and sometimes I will take a few sips!

There is a row of bamboo outside the playground. As long as Miss Feng comes, flowers, grass and bamboo all shake their heads, as if welcoming our arrival.

"Rinrin Bell" came to class, and we all reluctantly walked into the classroom. At the same time of class, the birds came and sang outside, as if they were competing with our reading!

There is a rostrum in my school, on which stands a flagpole and a five-star red flag flying high at the top. Every Monday, we hold a solemn flag-raising ceremony here. Every time I raise the flag, I think: the red flag is dyed red with the blood of revolutionary martyrs, and I will serve my country in the future!

This is my school. Let me show you around when you have time!

9. The landscape composition in the sixth grade of primary school is about 500 words.

Walking by the river, the swift river keeps running forward. An old tree appeared at the corner and attracted me deeply. The old tree's body is hunched, as if years had taken away its bones. The body has been bent 90 degrees. Seen from a distance, it looks like a dancing dragon. It's like a dragon wandering in the same place, not knowing where to go. Look at those twisted branches, they are intertwined, and some of them are integrated. Branches seem to be seeking interdependence. If they lose another one, they will collapse.

Look at this old tree carefully. Brown bark seems to be a rough face that is lifted up. The stripe marks are criss-crossed. I reached out and touched it. Wrinkles rubbed back and forth on my palm, and red marks immediately appeared on my hand. There are many hollow nests in the tree, like birds' homes. Touching the dent makes my hands itch. This must be the trace left by time.

Look up at those bare branches. A circle of beard grew at the root of the branch. At this time, the breeze blew and the beard danced in the breeze. Suddenly, a picture flashed through my mind, and the poet Li Bai stroked his beard and recited poems in the wind.

This lonely old tree, there is no tree beside it, but there is a tree to accompany it. Who does it usually talk to?

Suddenly, a little vibrant green appeared in the brown world. I went in and took a closer look. A large area of green made my eyes shine. I saw one tender leaf after another piled up on the crown of the tree, and one tender bud after another gave infinite vitality to the brown trunk. I walked round and round under the tree, and the rustling sound accompanied me. I seem to see life and vitality again.

10. The landscape composition of the sixth grade of primary school is about 500 words.

There are four seasons in a year, but I only like autumn. On the autumn morning, as soon as you open the window, there will be a fragrance blowing in front of you. There is a faint melon and fruit fragrance in the air of the ravine, which makes people want to have a look. Standing in the forest, watching the whole forest covered with five-colored fruits and smelling the fragrance of all kinds of fragrant fruits with their noses, who can't help but look?

When I walked into the orchard, the first thing I saw was the golden orange. From its round figure, I know how full the pulp is. They hung on the trees one by one, "dancing", as if waiting for people to put it in their bags and enjoy its sweetness. Moreover, the persimmons hanging on the trees are fiery red, adding a touch of bright color to the original yellow; Speaking of persimmon, it is a very practical thing. It can be made into food such as biscuits, but it is a little thicker than biscuits. It's called persimmon. Its taste is not only memorable, but also particularly lovely. If you put it in your hand, it is only the size of a palm. It tastes sweet and can quench your thirst. ...

Autumn is the harvest season, and it is also the time for children to approach the big exam, but autumn is also near winter. When winter comes, we can celebrate the New Year. Isn't that what children expect?

In autumn, you can smell fresh melons and fruits every day, which makes people feel refreshed! That's why I like ball day.