Writing scenery on the first day of junior high school

In daily study, work and life, many people have written essays, which can vent their feelings and adjust their mood. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition about the first day of writing scenery. Welcome to read and collect.

On the first day of writing landscape composition 1 day, the bright red sun was high in the sky.

In autumn, sweet and good air makes people feel happy.

Sister Qiu came quietly, and the earth changed into charming autumn clothes.

The autumn sky is like a freshly washed sapphire, which makes people feel crisp in autumn.

A flock of geese fly south in a herringbone shape, and sometimes they bark, as if to say, "Winter is coming, I'm going to find my spacious and warm home!" " "

"Hoo, hoo, hoo ..." This is the voice of the autumn wind. Autumn wind blows to small trees, streams and hills. Autumn is really beautiful!

Hey, where does the fruity smell come from? Come on! Let's go to the orchard in autumn!

Look! The apple in the red coat blushed with laughter; Look! The grapes covered with purple robes are purple with cold; Pomegranate burst into laughter, revealing a fat doll like agate. They held hands and hugged each other like a happy family.

The fields in autumn are colorful, and next to the winding narrow path, there are one or two rows of sunflowers covered with neat gold clothes; Osmanthus fragrans, which are fragrant all over the sky, are competing to open; From a close look, the rice is lined with its orderly team, welcoming the rising sun every day, and from a distance, it looks like a golden ocean; The corn holding the red tassel is very happy and forgets the troubles of summer; Sorghum smiled happily, and a wine song was brewing in his heart. Seeing the fruit ripe, the farmer's uncle is also very happy. They are trying to harvest crops with cows. Although they are very tired, the farmer's uncle's face is full of smiles.

Autumn is a beautiful poem, autumn is a wonderful song and autumn is a beautiful dream. ...

All children have another home to live in-campus, and I am no exception. Campus must be a sacred place that friends yearn for infinitely, and the four seasons on campus must also give students unlimited leisure!

In spring, everything on campus is revived and colorful, and everything looks so beautiful. Look, in the corridor, the students are playing happily and carefree. Tall trees and blooming flowers watched the children laugh.

In the summer campus, everything seems so hectic. Although it is very hot in summer, the students are still reviewing their lessons in the classroom. Although they are sweating like a pig, they all want to finish their homework as soon as possible. The trees outside the window creaked as if cheering for the students!

The campus in autumn is breezy and crisp in autumn. The students are walking in the school. Everything seems so quiet. The breeze blows from time to time, and I feel very comfortable. Sweet-scented osmanthus trees also exude an attractive fragrance, which is refreshing.

The campus in winter is not boring, but more of the laughter of the students. Although it is snowing heavily outside the window, the children's hearts are warm. They are running on the school playground, and the snow falls on the students, but they are not afraid of the cold. The tall and straight cedar still stands tall, suggesting that we should grow like it.

In the four seasons on campus, everything seems so beautiful and harmonious. Laughter is everywhere in spring, summer, autumn and winter, don't you think? Let's all cherish this beautiful four seasons!

On my way to school, there is a small forest. Every day, I hurried past it without stopping or even looking at it.

One day, we finished school after four classes. Although it is late autumn, the noon sun shines from head to toe, making us warm all over. Walking into this small forest, the wind blew gently. I saw some leaves dancing with the wind, flying around like golden butterflies, and then dancing "ballet" and falling to the ground. I leaned down and picked up a leaf from the ground. It was beautiful. I spread out my palm, put it in my palm and appreciate it carefully. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and the leaves slipped from my hands. I was about to catch it, but it flew higher playfully. I think it is more beautiful to let it dance lightly in the wind. The ground is covered with yellow leaves and a quilt. I walked on it and the leaves rustled. I deliberately stepped on it and made a rhythmic sound of "sand, sand, sand".

I stepped up my pace and walked faster. Suddenly, my eyes flashed. What are those? When I took a closer look, it turned out to be a wild chrysanthemum next to each other. They shook in the wind as if nodding to me. I looked at the chrysanthemum and smiled. They are blooming one after another, golden yellow and orange. Petals are slender and oval, and there are some stamens in the middle of the flower. I touched them gently with my hand, and these lovely chrysanthemums shook gently.

I think how lovely these leaves and chrysanthemums are. It turns out that they are so beautiful on their way to school. Why have I never found them?

The first day of writing scenery 4. Step by step, the stone ladder goes up slowly. At the end, the corner turns again, and the village is bright with flowers. The steep and rugged steps are surrounded by green flowers, with colorful flowers dotted in between, and the scenery is set off by towering trees, which outlines a mountain forest landscape.

The tall trees on both sides of the street blocked the attack of the sun for us, and the breeze blew slowly, bringing us a little coolness. Walking in this green tunnel, it is quiet and beautiful around, and occasionally there will be laughter. We stroll in this beautiful place, breathing fresh air, smelling fragrant flowers and enjoying picturesque scenery. I feel as if I were in heaven, intoxicated by it.

There is a poetic name here: "Wanggu". First, many tourists use its homonym to call it "Forgotten Valley". I think that when you walk in here, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery different from the city, stay away from the hubbub and leave your troubles behind. No matter from which angle you interpret the meaning of a name, as long as you get the message, the name is not so important.

"Forgotten Valley" is a fairyland hidden in the city, which makes people forget the troubles and troubles of the world. Here, they can feel the tranquility and beauty of nature, appreciate the colorful colors of nature and wander in the embrace of nature. The broad vision relieves boredom, and the warm sunshine warms my heart, leaving me with no new motivation for tomorrow. "Forgetting the Valley of Sorrow" is the most beautiful place in my heart.

Our campus is very beautiful. The campus is lush with flowers and trees. Walking into the campus is like swimming in the green ocean and strolling on the campus avenue. On the one hand, it is a playground full of joy and vitality, and on the other hand, it is a teaching building that provides us with a source of knowledge. A statue stands not far from the campus avenue. A young female teacher with a smile and a textbook in her hand is rushing to class.

In this beautiful campus, what makes me linger most is the beautiful garden behind the teaching building. In the spring season, when approaching the garden, the first thing you see is the iron gate crawling with ivy, and the green door is full of vitality everywhere. Push open the iron gate and you will marvel at the dazzling and colorful scene in front of you. Look! Lush begonia flowers, like lovely and exquisite little bells; The delicate and charming Phalaenopsis dances in the flowers like butterflies, and then look at the snow-white pear flowers in the distance, like small white pompoms; Pink peach blossoms are like a little girl's delicate cheeks; There are also some small flowers I don't know, which are also blooming to the fullest …

Being in the world of flowers is dazzling and beautiful.

However, in this beautiful campus, the most beautiful teachers are those who are hard-working, tireless, teaching and educating people! It is their hard work that allows us to master knowledge and learn skills, lead us to swim in the ocean of knowledge and lead us to the other side of success. Thank you, dear teacher, because of you, our campus is more dazzling!

Beautiful campus, lovely big family, you have given me rich knowledge, unlimited joy, strong will and noble character! I deeply love this beautiful campus!

Writing about the scenery of the first day whenever the air is crisp in autumn and the sky is clear, I always walk into that charming field in my spare time.

The geese flying in the sky are so happy. Why? It turned out that it was going to fly to the warm south. It sings beautiful songs while flying, telling everyone a long-awaited good news: "Autumn is coming! Autumn is coming! "

The fields are full of fragrance and excitement. The ears of wheat are bent, as if they were bent by ripe fruits. Cotton quietly opened his eyes, and the white belly cracked a small crack, as if it were going to burst. Apple spruced herself up, blushed and put on new clothes. So cute! Corn touched his beard and sighed with mirth: "Hey! Old! " From a distance, the ears of grain harvested by the farmer's uncle are neatly piled together. It seems to be a graceful and beautiful teenager, and it seems that tens of thousands of cattle and sheep are running.

Fallen leaves, floating quietly, floated on the narrow path, which was covered with golden leaves and creaked when stepping on it. What a unique carpet!

The fallen leaves float and float into the river, and the river flows slowly. Several small fish are playing happily there. They swam under the fallen leaves, made it their home, and fell asleep beautifully.

Although there are fallen leaves in autumn, maple leaves are like flames, which deeply attract me and remind me of a poem "Frosty leaves are redder than February flowers". No, it's a maple leaf.

Autumn is fruitful, and it is a harvest season; Autumn is a beautiful season. I really want to use a magic pen to draw the golden warm autumn and tick off the charming autumn colors.

I love you, fragrant autumn! I love you, colorful autumn!

Spring is the season when a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred birds contend. But now, from a distance, it is silver-gray, lifeless and spring-less. But when I approached the window, I found that spring had quietly fallen on my side, but I was too slow. The new year should have a new look.

Look, the chubby cat shows off its soft limbs on the green grass. In the distance, several Yang Liuzhi branches are hanging on the lake, and the soft branches are playing on the water. The top of the tree is covered with goose-yellow buds, which makes people like it at first sight and attracts attention. The willow branches in the spring breeze are swaying and slightly coquettish. I was fascinated by this painting "willow leaves playing spring water". Gradually, I leaned out. As a result, I slammed into the window. Strangely, I didn't notice the pain. When I opened the window, I was greeted by a fresh fragrance, with the smell of earth and grass.

After the rain cleared, a wet crow adjusted her feathers, and Doudou seemed to be more energetic and climbed up and down tightly around the wooden pole. Butterflies are dancing in the flowers, which is particularly enchanting; Dragonflies play among the aquatic plants, competing for novelty and beauty; White smoke curled up in the distance, very poetic; Swallows don't know where to sing, crows are sweet. There are still workers pruning in Taoyuan, the branches turn green again, and the ground is covered with clover. Everything has quietly changed.

The evening breeze blew the last ripples on the river, and the sunset put away the last glow. Night falls quietly, people walking in the park are very leisurely, and the pace of workers who are busy working overtime seems to be more powerful. Isn't it because spring is coming? The sun is setting, should I change?

Write the scenery of the first day of 8 spring, bright spring, mild spring, back, and came to my side. You come with a green veil, and your footsteps are so light that you can hardly feel its existence. Listen! The gurgling water just released is the footsteps of spring; Look! The green willow branches are the shadows of spring.

Spring is a talented painter. In its pen, everything has vitality. Spring gently brushed the branches, adding a touch of red to the peach blossom, and the peach blossom returned to spring with a fragrant foundation; Spring caresses the grass, injects green into the grass, and the grass gives dew to the spring bath; Spring crosses the stream, unlocks the heavy shackles for the stream, and puts it in clear green. The stream presents jubilant words to spring.

"Flowers are getting better and better, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes." Yes, you see, the winter jasmine blooms with golden flowers; Apricot blossom, peach blossom and pear blossom; Colorful wildflowers, red, yellow and blue, are everywhere, dazzling. Lazy green grass just squeezed out of the ground and looked at the brand-new world curiously. In their eyes, everything is so novel. A breeze blew, and they hugged each other tightly and swayed in the wind. Under the drizzle, they open their small green mouths and suck nectar to thrive.

Spring symbolizes hope and begins a new journey. She let the heavy precipitation in my heart, let my mind shake off the fetters of worldly desires and fame and fortune, and let clear thinking and trickle of feelings converge into an article, a poem and a song. Standing in the spring, I meditate, like a Zen hermit, and everything in my heart rises and falls, but I clearly find that spring is pregnant with hope!

Writing a scene on the first day of 9 A rustling autumn wind blew, bringing a familiar fragrance. Well, it's osmanthus. Autumn is here, and osmanthus flowers are in bloom.

As the saying goes; "Cinnamon blossoms, thyme." No, I'm standing at the door now, and I smell Jingui.

Osmanthus fragrans has a strong fragrance, unlike orchids and roses. I have never seen osmanthus when I was a child, and I think it must be terrible to smell such a strong flower. Ha ha! Just kidding.

I stood under the osmanthus tree and looked at a small osmanthus tree with four delicate petals blooming in all directions. That kind of sweetness was exactly what I longed for. I closed my eyes, and immediately, I wore a yellow garland on my head, with yellow transparent wings, golden osmanthus bracelets, yellow dresses and yellow shoes behind me. Flying around on osmanthus branches, I became osmanthus essence. "poop-poop", osmanthus fell on my shoulder, interrupting my fantasy. I opened my eyes and sniffed the sweet fragrance carefully. It occurred to me that I had a prank idea.

The fragrance of osmanthus fragrans is really sweet and refreshing, and its own taste must be amazing, right? I gently picked a golden osmanthus from the tree and put it in my mouth to chew. A bitter feeling rippled on the tip of the tongue, so bitter. I still didn't throw up and said, "How sweet!"

After chewing, a bitter juice flows in your mouth, bitter to your heart. I finally couldn't help it: "Bah, Bah" let out a cry and spit out the chewed osmanthus.

I made a joke and said it. Please don't laugh at me!

Standing under the osmanthus tree, osmanthus fell on my shoulder, still sweet. Osmanthus fragrans is in full bloom and is about to enter late autumn.

Another gust of wind blew and brought the fragrance. I went home in a good mood.

Writing a landscape composition on the first day of junior high school 10 It has been raining heavily and foggy these days. Heavy rain and fog are the breath and aura of the earth. People and mountains and rivers always need aura, otherwise how can there be outstanding people? I always thought so.

I like rain and fog, especially seeing the world in rain and fog. Standing in the mist of rain and fog, there is a fairy-like intoxication: through the thin rain and fog of white sand, you can see the mountains with outstanding charm, the wandering people, the graceful young trees, the semi-hidden huts, the smoke curling up ... The world in the rain and fog is quiet and serene.

Heavy rain and fog pervaded between heaven and earth, and I felt as if I were in the rainy and foggy sea of Wang Yang, and as if I had entered a fairyland. The rain and fog are getting thicker and thicker, just like a fairy in a veil. The building vaguely looks at the ancient castle in fairyland.

Rain and fog wrapped around me and soaked my face. Ah! Everything feels so comfortable. This misty rain is really poetic!

Rain and fog are peaceful, but there are also evils under the cover of peace. Listening to the siren scream, hazy and clear, close at hand and seemingly out of reach, cast a layer of fear on this calm world. Greedy people are always like this. ...

I like rain and fog, I like to watch people like the sea flow in the rain and fog, and I like to stare at how these lives are going to ruin under the veil of peace. I pray to get rid of these evil parts of life and make peace as pure as rain and fog.

Writing Scenery on the First Day 1 1 Spring is the season when everything wakes up, and it is also a dazzling and colorful season. Please follow me and feel the colorful spring with your heart.

Winter jasmine is the "messenger of spring" of spring. Look, they open their lovely smiling faces and nod and smile at passers-by; They played golden trumpets and danced in the breeze. How beautiful these spring flowers are. They are singing the hymn of spring.

Just as I was immersed in the beautiful scenery of winter jasmine, suddenly, a black shadow creaked in the air. What is that? Oh, it turned out to be a lively and clever swallow! Swallows fly from the south to report the good news of spring to people, adding a lot of interest to spring. Look, these little guys are hovering in the air for a while and swooping down for a while, not to mention how happy they are! They have become a beautiful landscape in spring.

Our eyes were immediately attracted by the swallow. Watching the little swallows playing happily in the sky, we unconsciously followed them forward. Suddenly, the swallow stopped on a willow tree.

Let's look around, wow! This is really a paradise on earth and a fairyland on earth. The river is running and jumping forward, singing cheerful songs. Willow girl tied a green bow and stood by the river looking at herself in the mirror. Birds are playing and twittering in the branches, as if to say, "Haha, I won!" " Faced with such scenery, you will feel relaxed and happy.

"There is no shortage of beauty in the world, and there is no shortage of eyes to find beauty." This is the spring in my eyes, it is so full of vitality, how colorful! So, what is spring like in your eyes?

Senior one writes landscape composition 12. Do you understand you and me? It's raining.

Listening to the rain, the rain tells me that I fell from the sky, with my cheerful footsteps, flowers and plants rippling with intoxicating smiles; I and the natural and fresh air, gently close to the ground, gentle chest melted in the soil ...!

Listening to the rain, the rain told me that I am with you. When you laugh, it is my music. I am here. I am a guest in April, bringing the moisture of spring, the messenger of spring and the baptism of spring. I'm here near you, lift your face and let me kiss you, follow me and step on the beat of my steps. ...

Listen, my voice is accompanied by nature. When I slipped, the field sucked my voice, the cattle and sheep in the pasture played with me, the fish in the fish pond jumped out of the water and plopped harmoniously, and finally the stream sang with me.

I'm coming. I walk gently, gently, but my voice you hear is the sound that I beat the world with my life. I am dripping water between corrugated eaves, between flowers and trees, and on rivers, lakes and seas. Different percussion sounds are mixed together to form the most beautiful movement. You are not familiar with this piece of music, because you may not have developed a pair of ears that are good at listening to nature and are not used to feeling the melody of nature with your heart. So please calm down, close your eyes and listen to my slender footsteps in the morning light of spring, in the cool afternoon of spring, in the dense bamboo forest and in the long lonely alley.

About the scenery writing composition of Grade One 13 Leaves, flowers and leaves, grass leaves are really ordinary. I am not an expert, I can't tell you their magic, but I know and have seen their beauty.

It's winter in Chongqing, but most of the vegetation is as green as ever. I don't know if it's too pampered to get rid of the habit of withered leaves and long grass in autumn. In autumn in the south, I wonder if there will be sadness and regret that the prosperity can't be seen and the sunset can't be seen in a blink of an eye?

The leaves in northern spring are always noisy and stretched, and there is no depression and loneliness in winter. The whole place is light green. Occasionally, some careless birds knock off a few clusters, but the flowers still bloom in spring.

In summer, the leaves are less childlike in spring and more mature. They feed their mother, and her mother feeds them. Some summer flowers are also in full bloom.

In autumn, busy summer flowers bear fruit, but leaves have to say goodbye to their mothers and feed the next generation, even the next generation. Farewell, mom!

Silent winter has come, and the leaves have already disappeared. For mothers, they are born; For their mother, they died without tears and without regrets. Throw your whole life into prosperity.

Such a beautiful and short-lived leaf may feed a thousand-year-old tree from generation to generation. Its beauty is to be more beautiful.

Great life is brilliant and short. The tiny lines on the green leaves flow with the message of life; Dead leaves once existed, but life is gone.

Then turn your eyes to the north. If it weren't for the temperature and sunshine, they wouldn't walk so fast. It is not their nature to be so dazzling and disappear silently.

Not everyone can give everything like leaves, but leaves can do it when necessary.

Everything is for everyone, this is the beauty of leaves.

Write the scenery of the first day 14. After all, it is autumn, and the trees shake off one leaf after another in the wind. A cool breeze blew, and my teeth chattered with cold.

I hate autumn most. The sun is cool and dry, and there are not many leaves in the street. Therefore, I have an inexplicable aversion to autumn.

"sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic", another cold wind blew, and the flowers and plants on the lawn danced and collided together, playing a concerto of nature.

Seeing these flowers and grasses, I couldn't help but be shocked: what a weak body it is!

There are no thick branches, no thick leaves, and no tall and straight bodies. All they have is unremitting efforts. It is precisely because of this persistent spirit that they have spent one autumn after another and experienced tests again and again.

At one time, many people were depressed because they didn't have other people's approval. Does not being recognized mean that you are inferior to others? Although the grass has not been recognized by others, it is still itself, it is still grass, and it also has its own unique advantages. "Wildfire has never exhausted them, and they are tall again in the spring breeze." The tenacious vitality of grass is unparalleled. Trees are like their rivals. They are strong, but they die easily. However, the grass didn't. No matter how bad the environment is, it is still firmly rooted in the land.

Who does not have such an opponent in life? If you fail, you can stand up again. A failure means nothing. If you fail today, you can continue tomorrow.

Yes, although autumn makes people feel cruel, it is also kind. In the face of all kinds of difficulties, you may feel very hard, but in the process of solving problems, we learned to struggle and know how to be strong!

It will be winter soon. The spirit of grass draws a perfect golden rest for autumn in winter.

Write the scenery of the first day 15 Qiu Jie came out from a distance in an orange cloak, bringing joy and coolness. In our campus, autumn colors are more beautiful. Do you believe it? Let me explain something to you.

In the morning, we opened our sleepy eyes in the whistle, breathed the fresh air outside the window, stretched ourselves and felt full of strength. I looked up at the place where running exercise was held. It's not completely bright, and the street lamps are not extinguished. Its yellow light gives a mysterious and hazy feeling in the fog. I just finished running, and I am on my way back to the classroom. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and the sisal blossomed and hung on the high branches. A gust of wind blew, and the green sisal leaves set off the sword twist, which was extremely pure and beautiful. Seeing it, I'm not panting, but I stand tall again and walk confidently to the classroom!

When I was having lunch, I felt bored sitting in my seat and looked out of the window inadvertently, only to find that in summer, clusters of green leaves had turned red and yellow, and they intersected. What a beautiful scenery!

Walking on the way back to the dormitory, I feel very happy, because autumn is coming. Look, the ginkgo trees on the roadside stand like soldiers. The leaves on the tree have changed from green to yellow, and some fallen leaves are dancing happily in the wind until they embrace Mother Earth and are dotted with slightly yellow grass. The students saw that they were happy and walked by with a smile.

At night, on the lawn of the playground, you will feel a little cold. Look down at the grass, it's wet. Some grass is crystal clear in the light, and the dew on it shines like a small diamond, as if blinking.

It's getting dark, and then look at the sword twist. They tightened their bodies and seemed to feel the coolness, but even so, they couldn't stop the fragrance.

Autumn on campus is so beautiful that I am fascinated and intoxicated.