Composition on the beauty of hometown. You can write about the landscape and humanities of Xinxiang, Henan.

Amazing Reed Sea

I arrived in Jiuzhaigou in the early morning, got on the environmentally friendly tourist bus, left the mountain gate that was still bustling with people, and Semo (a beautiful girl) in Tibetan clothes started to Tells the legend of Jiuzhaigou: A long time ago, the male god Dage and the goddess Wonuo Semo fell in love deeply. Dago carefully built a mirror for Semo. Unexpectedly, Semo accidentally lost her hand, and the mirror It fell to the ground and turned into one hundred and eight clear and transparent lakes of different colors. At this time, the Lotus Leaf Village passed by the car window, and the prayer flags of Xunxun were washed in the wind and rain for hundreds of years, conveying prayers and blessings. I thought about the ancient pines in Lotus Leaf Village, and the bonsai beach also hurriedly passed by me while I was in a trance.

The scream of the little girl sitting in front woke me up, and the Sea of ??Reeds broke into my eyes: a crystal blue clear stream meandering through the vast reeds, like a river inlaid in gold. Sapphire, I immediately said "Wow". At this time, everyone in the car had stood up and looked to the left. Children's exclamations could not be heard. The tour guide smiled calmly and reminded: "Please pay attention to your safety." Outside the car window, the sea was covered with slightly yellowed reeds, reflecting the deep blue of the clear sky and the clear blue of the water. Occasionally, there were unknown water birds. Walking through the reeds and wiping out ripple-like ripples in the quiet reeds, I felt like I had entered a fairy tale world, or walked into an exquisite watercolor painting. Facing the beauty of the color of the Reed Sea, I finally realized how feeble language is. Apart from general praise for its ingenuity, I can no longer describe the blue curve that still appears in my dreams from time to time.

The clear stream takes me into heaven.

Colorful Peacock Sea

Looking down from the tourist road, through the sparse shadows in the forest, you can see a peacock quietly staying in the valley, in the slight clouds and mist. It seems like it is fluttering its wings and about to fly, and it seems like it is elegantly combing its wings when the flowers are blooming in spring. The distant blue sea in the lush forest fascinated my eyes. This is the soul of Jiuzhaigou, the sea of ??five flowers.

Follow the winding plank road through a secluded forest, stroll in the cool mountain breeze and approach the sea of ??five flowers that is dazzlingly blue under the sky. As far as the eye can see, there are still traces of last night's snow on the distant mountains. Nearby are the tender green water plants in the lake. Even in the sea, the underwater plants are different depending on the angle. They are either azure blue, sapphire blue, light green, or dark. Green, or dark green, colorful, the breeze passes by, water birds startle, and the colorful lake surface ripples in circles, interspersed with the underwater tree corals and the small trees and grass on the water surface, like a dream.

There are many old trees at the bottom of Haizi, lying horizontally and vertically, with intertwined branches and various shapes, really like corals in the sea. Using their bodies as soil, new life in the lake grows happily, creating the wonder of dead trees blooming into spring. Like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, they regained eternal life in the clear lake water. Until the sea dried up and the rocks rotted away, wind and frost no longer left traces on their bodies, only emotions remained.

Beautiful five-flowered flowers, immersed in time and extremely elegant.

Love on a Suspension Bridge

The chaotic April ended. In order to escape, I hurriedly chose a destination and jumped into the car. So, on the drizzly morning of May 2, I sat on the tour bus from Chengdu to Jiuzhaigou. Fatigue was the only feeling I felt at the beginning of the journey. After leaving the highway, those lofty mountains and proud cliffs are endless and never leave the sight. At the foot of the mountains, the Minjiang River, with its river channel wide and narrow, slow and fast, is silently accompanying. The mountains are green and quiet, and the water is beautiful and lively. As far as the eye can see, there are lush trees, insects and birds chirping far and near. Occasionally, the unique houses of the Qiang people would pass by. I listened to the music, and my mind was confused and complicated, until the suspension bridges broke into my eyes.

The Yoyo Suspension Bridge swings in the Minjiang River Valley all year round, shaking off the heat of midsummer and the coldness of winter, soaked in the color of the years. It hangs between heaven and earth, connected to the cliff, and forms a landscape. . Imagine stepping on the bamboo suspension bridge, walking along the winding path, and walking into the secluded mountains and rivers. Imagine that there is a quiet firewood leaf at the end of the bridge, accompanied by a small pond surrounded by clouds and mist, shaking off the smell of red dust, and the leaves fall silently. Inadvertently, the mask of the city was lost and merged into the simplicity of the countryside.

In an instant, my heart was like a bright mirror, leaning against the emptiness in the mountain.

Exquisite Five-color Pond

Bath in the May snow in the deep and mysterious Long Sea, step on the stone steps of the primeval forest, and climb down, a pool of exquisite emerald water is inlaid in the mist. In the misty snowfield, the crystal-clear emerald shines through when one steps on it - the most exquisite colorful pool finally appeared before my eyes. Because she is petite and exquisite, she is also the only one among the 108 seas that is not called a sea, but this does not affect her beauty enough to compete with the sea of ??five flowers.

The mountains are covered with snow, and the green water contrasts with it. The lake is dark green, emerald green, light green, and slightly green. It is spotless, like a piece of natural jasper, without any flaws. It is said that in summer and autumn, the water in the pool is like an overturned palette, showing dozens of colors such as dark green, dark purple, sapphire blue, goose yellow, etc. like a sea of ??five flowers. Thinking about the long empty valley, the green grass, the chirping birds and the lavender green, what an intoxicating style it is. At this moment, only the beautiful mountains and forests are accompanied by the mirror-blue water, which is as illusionary as it is real. As far as the bottom of the pool is concerned, pebbles are cascading down, and the dark green background is deep and far away. I don’t know which beautiful time and space it leads to.

Pick up the snowflakes by the pool and admire the exquisite color like a painting.

Hometown Water (Examination Essay)

Water is the source of life. Water is the source of all things. Without water, there would be no living things today.

After reading many writers’ descriptions of beautiful water, I couldn’t help but be intoxicated by them, and naturally thought of the water in my hometown. Although the water in our hometown is not famous, it supports more than 100 households and more than 300 people. In our eyes, it is our mother river.

The river in my hometown is crystal clear, and every trace of fish and shrimp in the water is visible. The turtle was also impressed by the beautiful scenery. It clumsily climbed to the shore, stretched its neck, squinted its eyes slightly, and quietly admired the beautiful scenery and looked at the fish playing in the water. Sometimes, when people come to it, it doesn't even notice it. When it finds people, it reluctantly jumps into the river with a splash. The splashing water drops dance happily, and sometimes they fall on the lotus leaves. After shaking for two or three times, it returned to the river, as if telling the lotus leaf how happy it was.

The river in my hometown is like a slowly flowing light blue crystal. Under the sun, it glows with light blue silver light. The mountains and trees are reflected in the water, as if there are thousands of them. The trees gathered in the water, singing and dancing with the flow of the river.

The river in my hometown at dusk is even more interesting. The sunset glow reflects in the water, complementing the setting sun and the mountains. We often float and play games in the midst of these thousands of glows, and we are extremely happy.

In winter, the river in my hometown is like a mouth of a giant beast, spitting hot breath in the cold wind. Aunts, aunts and sisters wash clothes and carry water in this river. The water is so warm that it's the perfect place to do laundry in winter. Children who are not afraid of the cold often swim, bathe and fish here. If you are lucky, you will have a delicious plate of braised fish on the dinner table at home.

Hometown water, I love you.

Answer: Brother Fupeng - Level 1 2009-2-21 12:41

The white moonlight shines on the ground, and there are mournful cries of crickets everywhere. The fragrance of night filled the air, weaving into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. Everything that the eyes come into contact with is covered with this soft net. No matter whether it is a plant or a tree, it is not as realistic as it is in the daytime. They all have a vague and illusory color, and each one hides its own meaning. Every detail keeps its secrets, giving people a dreamlike feeling.

(Ba Jin's "Home")

The moonlight is like silver, shining everywhere, and the bamboo rafts on the mountain turn into black under the moonlight. The sound of insects in the grass around me was as thick as falling rain. Occasionally, from somewhere, a grass warbler would suddenly chirp its throat with "luuluuluuluosh". Soon, the little bird seemed to understand that it was the middle of the night and should not be so noisy, so it still closed its mouth. The little eyes fell asleep peacefully.

(Shen Congwen's "Border Town")

He leaned against the screen window and looked out. The stars in the sky are so dense and busy that they make no sound at all, but it seems that the sky is just busy. A comb of moon is like a girl who has not yet grown up, but she is no longer shy when meeting people. The light and outline are fresh and clear, and gradually can set off the night scene. The insects in the small garden grassland chatted trivially at night. A group of frogs somewhere worked together to whistle, like the sound was boiling in a fire.

A few fireflies swam back and forth gracefully, not like flying, but like floating in the thick air. In the dark place where the moonlight could not reach, a little firefly flickered, like a small green eye on a summer night.

(Qian Zhongshu's "The Besieged City")

The pool in Zhongshan Park is like a mirror, with the round moon reflected on the surface of the pool. There are several street lamps beside the trees near the pool. The round lights are reflected in the water, like a small moon, surrounding the moon in the pool. Pieces of bloated white clouds slowly moved across the surface of the pool, like a group of old women, bending their backs and laboriously walking past the moon step by step, trying to cover the moon, but the moon poured out its bright light through the gaps in the clouds. of light. A white cloud and a white cloud connected together, like a wide irregular belt, dividing the clear sky into two halves. The white clouds moved past and gradually disappeared into the distance. The sky was clear and clear, and the moon looked exceptionally bright.

(Zhou Erfu's "Morning in Shanghai")

The northern night at the end of May is the freshest and most beautiful moment. The sky seemed to have been washed, without a trace of cloud or mist. It was crystal blue, high and far away. A round moon crawled out from the mountain ridge in the east, like a big lantern, illuminating the valley covered with strange rocks, casting the shadows of branches and grass on the path, dotted with flowers, lingering. Birds are chirping on the branches, small insects are jumping in the grass, spring seedlings are pulling out stalks and growing in the terraced fields; there are also thousands of lives in the mountains and fields rejoicing...

(Hao Ran's " "Sunny Day")

The moonlight filled the garden, and the trees in the distance carried silver light on their tops. Thick black shadows were cast in the forest, and silence and solemnity pressed there. The spray of water in the fountain and the microwaves in the pool reflected the bright moonlight, rippling there. The green grass under her feet and the flowers and plants nearby were also covered with moonlight, feeling soft and silent under her trampling.

(Yu Dafu's "Autumn River")

The moon is coming out soon. The moon was still far away, but behind the horizon it seemed to rise from a dark abyss. A faint light rimmed the treetops surrounding the high slope, like the rim of a goblet. The silhouettes of these treetops reflected in the dim light became darker and darker every minute.

(Francois Roland: "Mother and Son")

The mist dissipated, and the silver moonlight covered the vast beach like a proud and dazzling widow's mourning dress. There is not a single boat on the river, and not even a trace of microwave can be seen. In the middle of the river and on the banks, there is silence everywhere. This tranquility is like the endless peace that death brings to the suffering patients.

(Indian Rabindranath Tagore: "Shipwreck")

After eight kilometers of Qutang Gorge, the dark clouds and mist suddenly disappeared, and there was a strip of blue sky on the top of the gorge, with a few small pieces of gold floating on it. Floating clouds, a ray of sunlight fell on the cliff on the left like lightning. A white cloud on the peak on the right shone like silver, but the sun had not yet arrived. At this time, far ahead, above countless mountains, a cloud of red mist suddenly appeared among the misty clouds. You see, the purple peaks set off this fog, it's so beautiful. Just like the flash of red gems reflected upward in the deep valley, it makes people feel as if they have entered a mythical realm. At this time, when you look up the river, it is also colorful: the two sides of the huge rocks are reflected like ink; the middle is twists and turns, but there is a shining road with fine waves on it; the nearby mountains are as green as emeralds . Time passed minute by minute, and the red mist in front became redder and brighter. As the boat got closer and closer, it gradually became clear that there was a tall peak standing tall and tall in the red mist. It gradually became clear that the red mist was actually thousands of strong rays of sunlight. At 8:20, we came to this clear golden sunrise.

Liu Baiyu's "Three Days on the Yangtze River"

What separated everyone from me was the fog in the sky. The tall houses and towers, the water-like vehicles, the crowded pedestrians; everything ceased to exist, even the arms that swayed out when I walked disappeared in the confusion.

Jin Yi's "Fog"

Outside the house, the morning fog was so thick that no one could be seen on the other side, but now it has subsided and become lighter. In the slowly gaining strength of the sun, the white fog dots rolled and drifted one after another, as if they were rustling. Fences, mounds of earth, and walls all appeared vaguely in the mist.

Wang Xiyan's "Spring Returns to Warm the Floor"

Mist

Like light gauze, like mist, like clouds; hanging on trees, wrapped around roof ridges, diffused in On the mountain road, hidden in the grass. Sometimes it's like a surging ocean tide, and sometimes it's like a white gull flying.

Waves of clouds of smoke floated in and out, and everything became hazy. In an instant, the milky white mist turned into small water droplets. Sprinkled on the road, sprinkled in the trees, sprinkled on people's heads and faces. Light, greasy, and a little moist. People inhale the scent of wild chrysanthemums and feel a little tipsy.

Qiu Zhijie's "Ode to Fog"

Morning Fog

The night fog gradually faded and turned white, like a flowing transparent body with oriental hair. White. A floating gauze-like mist envelopes Caoyang New Village, and the buildings and trees in the new village are vaguely visible. You could say it exists, because you can't see the buildings and trees as a whole; say it doesn't exist. Where the fog opens, the outlines of buildings and trees are faintly revealed. They change with the density of the fog, like a mirage.

Zhou Erfu's "Morning in Shanghai"

I don't know when the fog started. At dawn, thick fog rolled in from the upper reaches like cotton balls; it climbed up the river bank, climbed up the trees, and spread to both sides... The thick fog filled the small shed, and it was wet and greasy on the face. ; None of us can see whose face is clear.

"On the River Without Navigation Marks" by Ye Weilin

One morning in thick fog, I came to the embankment. I was confused everywhere, the mountains and lakes were gone, and there was only an invisible milky white chaos in front of me. The sound of alas comes from far and near, matching the sweet sound of birds. There was a vague idea in the white hollow, and then, the outline of a ship gradually emerged. This is the first yacht of the day.

Yu Min's "West Lake Scene"

In the early morning, thick fog filled the air. According to the doctor's orders, I took a leisurely walk by the lake. I can only hear the chirping of birds, hundreds of thousands of chirps, but I can't see their delicate figures. From time to time, clouds of slightly chilly thick fog hit my face and passed by me. The street lamps that were usually equipped with dazzling high-pressure mercury bulbs looked so dim and weak today, flickering and blurred in the swirling fog. I seemed to be walking into a fairy tale world.

Zhang Ping "Morning Fog at Jinghu Lake"

Night Fog

Once I was walking back to Songxuelou from a ski club, and suddenly I noticed a layer of fog on the road. It became dense and then dispersed all of a sudden. It was really a wonderful experience. It was like walking into a fog tent. The fog flowed spontaneously, from the ears to the fingers. You could feel it; It's like boating on a foggy river. The pine waves on both sides can't stop singing. The boat turns around and has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. Looking back, I can't see the fog coming or staying here.

"Impression of Hehuan Mountain" by Lin Qingxuan

Spring Mist

At the beginning of April, the primroses were blooming, and a warm wind blew through the newly dug flower beds. Gardens are like women, groomed for the summer festivals. People look out from the garden shed and see the river twisting and turning, carelessly flowing through the grassland. The mist at dusk floats among the dead poplars, like fine gauze hanging on the branches, but it is whiter and more transparent than the fine gauze. It is misty and makes the outline of the poplars appear violet.

(France) Flaubert's "Madame Bovary"

Summer Fog

Summer nights are short and dawn comes early. Before the sun rose, the forest, the rings of mountains, and the small plains surrounded by the mountains were all hidden in the thick fog. Only the tops of the forest rose above the thick fog. As the sun rises, the fog becomes lighter and lighter, flowing and disappearing without a trace. The brooding forest and the strip-like streams on the plains are all revealed; far and near, they are all solemn, distinct, thick and light, deep and light green, green, green.

Zhang Jie's "Children from the Forest"

Autumn Fog

It was just yesterday, it was a cloudless sunny day, but that day, that The mountains and the sea are everywhere covered with a layer of hot mist, sticky and stained, not very clean. The cicadas in the surrounding areas are also causing mischief. The hotter the weather, the more noisy they are, making people feel hot and annoyed. The autumn wind blows together, and behold: there are clouds in the sky, and the clouds are transparent; the mountains and the sea are clearly covered with a layer of fog, and the fog also looks dry and refreshing.

Yang Shuo's "Bleak Autumn Wind"

Winter Fog

Did London's winter fog really protect this ancient city in advance? When I get up in the morning, I roll up the blanket and carry the straw mat to the storage room. When I went upstairs, I felt very cold. Use a wooden stick to open the black curtain on the window, and there is a miserable gray fog outside.

Not only is the spire of the church on Eton Road in the back street gone, but even the pear tree in the back garden is only a shadow. When we were in a daze, there was a sound and a movement, and our civet cat sat on the back of the sofa. It glanced at me timidly, then shrank its four legs, curled up like a vase with a belly, and stared at the gray mist. The sound of car horns came from the thick fog, sometimes short and sometimes melodious. ...

Xiao Qian's "Three Diaries of London"

White Mist

The morning light came late, and the stars refused to leave. However, milky white steam has risen from the river. The Liuxi River surrounding Huluba, I wonder where there are so many misty and transparent white gauze! In an instant, a huge white tent formed, tightly covering the gourd dam with a radius of ten miles. This is the famous heavy fog in the valley of the Tuojiang River Basin.

Zhou Keqin "Xu Mao and His Daughters"

Blue Mist

The light blue dawn mist rises from the grass and tea tree stumps. The fragrance of wolfberry flowers, plum blossoms and tangerine trees mixes in the morning mist, and the whole mountain is filled with a warm and cool fragrance; even the blue mist is like the mist that evaporates when brewing essence.

Ai Xuan's "Biluochun News"

Grey Fog

The gray-white fog slowly rises upward from the rocky valley and presses on the top of the mountain. The dark clouds above are getting darker and darker. After a while, the mountain peak disappeared, the road could not be seen clearly, and everything was dark.

Jun Qing's "Mountain Eagle"

Cold Fog

A vast expanse of white cold fog shrouded the high red brick wall of the arsenal and the large building outside the brick wall. The road covers the vast airport opposite the arsenal and the ancient tower at the end of the street. ...This thick cold fog, from the high chimney of the factory in the morning, emitted the sound of whistles urging workers to go to work. When the flow of bicycles, people, traffic and chaotic footsteps poured into the gate of the arsenal, it began to resemble a thick smoke. The overwhelming rain has fallen, and it is almost noon now, and it has no intention of dissipating. The sun just revealed its round face with a halo from the chaotic, frozen clouds, and then quickly disappeared. Clear snow like broken jade floated in the sky, and the sharp cold air bit into the skin. The exposed ears, cheeks, fingers, and toe tips wearing worn-out cotton shoes all felt as painful as a cat bite. "It's so cold in Laba and Laba. It's so cold that my chin is so cold!"...

Cai Tianxin's "Storm in the Hunhe River"

Misty

< p>The valleys everywhere are filled with a long and leisurely mist. The mist quietly walks up the mountain alone, like an evil spirit looking for a resting place but cannot find it. The sticky and cold cold fog slowly drifted in, and it was obvious that the waves were rising and falling, chasing each other like waves on a dangerous sea. The density of the fog blocked the lights on the carriage, and nothing could be seen except the twitching of the fog itself within a few yards; the stale breath of the tired horses mixed into the fog, as if it was all caused by them. caused.

(UK) Dickens' "A Tale of Two Cities"

Dense Fog

The drizzle that turned into thick fog covered the scenery fifty feet away with blur. Dizzy shell. There are several high-rise buildings towering into the sky, with only the highest floors visible in the mist. The rows of windows like giant eyes flicker with yellow lights - from a distance, they look like they are floating in mid-air. A mirage, nothing majestic at all. And this thick fog is boundless. The car breaks through the suffocating moisture and moves forward. The glass of the car window turns into frosted glass. Even the characters close at hand become halo-like and weird; everything loses its vividness. The outlines and everything are blurred and deformed.

Midnight by Mao Dun

The sun has set; thick fog, as white as milk, rises on the river, in the walls of the church, and in the open space around the factory. At this time, darkness quickly fell, and lights were already shining below the slope. It looked like the thick fog was covering a bottomless abyss...

(Russian) Cheho Husband "In the Canyon"