Writing about scenery in the second day of junior high school

No matter in school or in society, writing is the strangest thing for everyone. By writing, we can gather scattered thoughts together. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following are seven landscape writing compositions carefully arranged by me in the second day of junior high school. Welcome to share.

Spring is blue. The sky is blue, like blue crystals and soft satin It seems that a kind-hearted person posted it on the top of the world. The clouds in the sky are like sponges, which look very light, as if they can be touched by reaching out.

Spring is green. The green grass sprouted and the trees began to blossom. In front of us, it is a green scene. Some leaves are still hung with shiny dewdrops. Green eyes are so beautiful that people are relaxed and happy.

Spring is yellow. Long green branches hang down like waterfalls, and the flowers on the branches are like shining stars. At first, they were light yellow and just in bud, but they still couldn't stand the warm spring breeze and opened a lovely yellow smile.

Spring is pink. Peach blossoms give a warm smiling face, revealing a faint face. The tree is full of flowers, which is very lovely.

Spring is transparent. The spring breeze blows everything, and every place has its beautiful figure. Spring rain is scattered, coming without shadow, going without comprehensive, wetting every corner.

Spring is colorful. Spring is the most beautiful. The most brilliant thing is our spring heart!

In my hometown, there are two trees looking out of the window.

One is an navel orange tree, and the other is an navel orange tree.

Grandpa loves trees, especially these two navel orange trees.

Navel oranges are particularly sweet to eat, and people who have eaten them will feel extremely sour after eating sweet and greasy things.

I like the taste of navel orange very much, with a hint of acid in the sweetness.

Finally, one day, Grandpa personally took me to pick navel oranges. I am confident that I must know why it is so sweet.

Grandpa and I prepared bamboo baskets, sticks and scissors in advance. When we came to the navel orange forest in the backyard, I found it was not a happy thing. Because grandpa said there are more than 300 navel orange trees in this forest. I am like an eggplant beaten by frost, depressed and unable to lift any fighting spirit. Grandpa seemed to see that I was at a loss and smiled and said to me, "Don't worry, we will only pick a few plants to taste." After listening to this sentence, I am happy again. I was anxious to find some of the most flourishing navel orange trees, but I couldn't find them for a long time. The farther I go, the bigger it seems. Grandpa pointed at me, and I saw two navel orange trees along the direction. Isn't this the navel orange tree by my window? Isn't this the two navel orange trees that I sit in my chair and look out the window every day? Grandpa seemed to know what I thought and said to me, "Tell me, and you will know why."

I will know why.

I thought about it and approached these two navel orange trees. These two navel orange trees have very large crowns, green leaves, golden fruits, lush foliage and cracks all over the bark. Perhaps they are also two trees that have experienced vicissitudes! Navel oranges are like naughty children. When I hit the sticks, they rolled into the bamboo basket like golden pearls. I chose the biggest two, one for grandpa and one for myself. Grandpa and I cut the navel orange with a knife, and then each grabbed a piece to satisfy our desire. How sweet! The tip of my tongue seems to taste the sweetest nectar. I can't extricate myself for a long time, deeply immersed in this sweetness ... After eating navel orange, I look at these two trees again, which seems a little different. I took a look at their trunks and suddenly found deep scars on them. This scar is not only deep, but also black. It seems like a long time. "Grandpa, why are there knife marks on the tree?" "That's because navel orange trees can only grow for one year, and there are no seeds in navel orange fruits, so we can only cut off the best branches and graft them on other fruit trees." I finally understand that they are sweet and delicious, and they are all exchanged for blood and meat; Their greatness is the result of their efforts to grow inch by inch; Their strength and forbearance were honed in bitterness and pain.

I finally understand where the sweetness of navel orange comes from, which is hard-won after suffering and hardship.

Looking at these two navel orange trees, I can't help but be in awe.

How many people can bear the pain of cutting off branches and then forcibly blending into other people's bodies?

How many people can have the courage to grow and bear rich fruits in adversity?

The navel orange outside the window is still growing hard. Yes, with courage and perseverance, the fruits of success are not far away.

I still sit by the window and look at the navel orange tree outside the window. Watch its green leaves sprout and its white flowers bloom.

The strong navel orange tree is still outside the window. Even if I go to another country, it will still grow strong.

I also thrive in the distance on the other side.

Born and raised in petrochemical city, I can't get rid of my feelings for the sea, especially this sea in my hometown.

I recalled this sea. My father and I came here to catch crabs and fly kites. That was my childhood. My childhood years and laughter drifted away with the sea breeze. I cherish this sea. Several close friends rode along the seawall, riding far away from the starting point, only feeling closer to the sea.

For this sea, I fantasize about walking alone on the beach, letting the waves beat my feet, singing Yu Sheng's "The Sea" loudly and meeting a beautiful story. I'm ashamed of this sea. I haven't been here for five or six years. Every time I say that I must come when I have time, I can't cash it. I'm sorry!

I am determined to go there this time! As soon as I came back from Shanghai, I called a taxi and drove to the seaside. Seeing me carrying my bag, the driver thought I was traveling here, so he introduced me to many places in the petrochemical city all the way, and naturally said a lot about the sea. ...

Every word sounds so familiar, even his accent is like Jinshan people! How could he know that I am a native of Jinshan, Shihua! Do I really dress like a traveler in a hurry?

"This is the seaside, have fun!" This is our consistent hospitality in Jinshan.

I nodded and smiled and dragged my heavy luggage to Na Pianhai.

I'm back, the sea of my hometown! Standing by the sea, enjoying the sea breeze with closed eyes, a wandering heart finally found a home full of dreams, a home that I miss day and night! What a familiar and strange sea it is. After five years of separation, it seems that the encounter between a wanderer and a loving mother has become thrilling in the sea breeze!

The sea is still the same as before: tan. Not as charming as California's Gold Coast. But she's atmospheric and dignified! Looking around, the endless brown is the Yangtze estuary; Dajinshan in the distance is the highest point in Shanghai and a small boat on the sea. ...

When the tide is high, it is naturally not good to surf, so I can only sit on the groin. Wave after wave of waves rolled in, hitting the dam and splashing high waves. I was unprepared. I let her splash on my face, and I felt cool, and I felt countless feelings in the sea breeze.

The sea breeze blew her hair in a mess, like an old mother who left her son for many years, blaming the wanderer; The sea splashed her face, which was the tears waiting for her long-lost son. Cry in front of him ...

In my memory, my hometown is full of water, rippling intoxicating breeze, reeds everywhere, endless, endless. ...

I remember when I was a child, I often sat on a boat, wandered in the lake and played with fish. Suddenly I picked a lotus flower, took off its petals and threw it into the water, enjoying myself. One or two white cranes sometimes appear in the lake. Their pupils are as pure as babies and as long and narrow as bamboo leaves. Their feathers are always white, like lotus flowers, "out of the mud but not dyed, clear but not demon." As charming as a fairy who fell to earth.

Sometimes I will run to the river, fish with a fishing rod and sit on a tree that stretches into the middle of the river. When the pole sank, I was surprised and happy. I mentioned that it turned out to be an aquatic plant. The lost rice is reloaded and thrown into the river. Sometimes I will step barefoot into the reeds, break a reed flower, blow it all over the sky, land on the river and be swept away by the waves. Pick up an iron basket, tie a rope at one end, throw it forward hard, wait a while, pull it slowly, as if it were a century slow and as heavy as a stone. As expected, some screws and a beautiful shell. Wash it carefully, take it home, put it in the sun, shine with soft and warm light like pearls, and get great satisfaction in my heart.

The gurgling river rolled with my thoughts, along the stone steps I walked when I was a child, and slowly flowed to my hometown filled with smoke. Everything started from a dream, and after a cycle of rotation, it returned to the original point. The wind woke me up, and I was still in the city with many tall buildings, but my thoughts flew back to the water town where I was raised. ...

My hometown is Loufan, Taiyuan City. I grew up in Loufan, my hometown, so I like Loufan very much now. I like the mountains in my hometown. It is not as beautiful as Guilin Mountain or as tall and straight as Mount Tai, but it is also continuous. This is a natural park that has not been artificially processed: weeds are overgrown, willows are sparsely distributed on the mountain, and there is no artificial pruning, but it presents a different kind of beauty. Under the touch of the breeze, everything is so beautiful. Yo! Look at those unknown flowers scattered under the grass and willow trees, and how gracefully a group of beautiful girls are dancing. What a beautiful spot!

I like the river in my hometown. It does not have the clarity of Guilin water, nor the surging momentum of the Yangtze River, but it has the warmth of flowing water. That is a natural water source, and there is no man-made pollution. When we were young, our hearty laughter was everywhere. In spring, the river has just thawed and everything is revived. My friends and I went to the river to play house games, playing with grass, flowers and buds that had just grown on the tree. When we are tired of playing, we lie by the river, listening to the sound of "Ding Ding Dong Dong" and feeling the breath of spring. In summer, I went to the river to catch fish and touch shrimp. In winter, I went skating on the river ... the river, where many smiles of my childhood were buried!

I like life in my hometown. I am used to smelling the excrement of chickens, ducks and livestock, listening to the chirping of cattle, sheep, insects and birds, and watching the smoke from the kitchen fire. Only when my feet walk on the soil can I feel practical and comfortable. However, great changes have taken place in my hometown in the past ten years. There are fewer chickens, ducks and livestock, fewer cattle, sheep, insects and birds, less smoke around the kitchen, less dirt roads, and gas has replaced fire in buildings and flat cement roads. People's living standards have improved, but the living environment has deteriorated. All this makes me sick. I miss my old life.

However, I prefer people from my hometown. "Don't laugh at farm wine, keep chickens and dolphins in good years." Yes, this is the people in my hometown-kind and simple people. They may not be rich, but they are all enthusiastic. In the dark alley, there is always a light on for you; When you leave home, there is always a figure waiting at the door; In the rain, there is always an umbrella to open for you. What a lovely person!

I like my hometown Loufan and everything here. No matter whether I am in Loufan or not, my love for Loufan will never change.

My hometown is Weihai, where the indoor seasons are like spring and the fields and fruits are fragrant. There are many kinds of fish in the sea. The food and specialties are also delicious. I like Weihai very much, especially the sea in Weihai.

When I go back to my grandmother's house for the Spring Festival, the day before I leave, my father's brother (that is, my uncle) will take us away by train at night, but he arrived at my grandmother's house early in the morning and wanted to take us to his house for a day. After we spend a pleasant morning at his house, my uncle will take us to the seaside. We talked and laughed in the car and soon saw the big X Rushan across the sea. This mountain is very high and beautiful.

At this moment, Dad told us a joke. The joke is, "When my father was young, my uncle and I climbed Mount Rushan, and my uncle was still young. He climbed halfway up the mountain and lost his shoes. He sat on the ground and cried. My father climbed to the top of the mountain with his uncle on his back, which made him very tired, but when he came home, he was scolded by adults for losing his shoes. " After the laughter, we came to the seaside on the other side of Rushan Mountain, and my brother couldn't wait. As soon as we got off the bus, my brother and I ran to the beach quickly. This is the first thing that caught our attention. These ships are all on shore, there must be 40-50. We didn't go out to sea because of the Spring Festival. After walking for a while, we saw a fishing boat that had just returned from the sea. There are too many kinds of fish unloaded from the ship. I can't even say their names. Grandpa told me a few, but I don't remember them. When we were surprised by these fish and these boats, we saw two bigger red boats. Grandpa told us that each of the two red boats had to be more than 200 meters long, and for some reason they stopped there for a long time without sailing.

Through the afternoon play, I saw the beauty of the sea, the grandeur of Rushan Mountain, and the smiles of fishermen at sea. I really like my hometown, and I like the sea in my hometown even more.

After playing all day, we are finally leaving, Weihai. See you on holiday!

The autumn wind is cool, blowing flowers and trees, like a gentle mother singing a lullaby, sending her son to sleep. It's raining in autumn, and it's banging underground, like a skilled girl knitting a large piece of silk and satin. Drifting rain Like a pine needle, more like a girl, gently stroking you, making you feel cool. Autumn means maturity. The continuous drizzle, the fresh smell of earth and rice in the wind, and the fragrance of ripe fruit floating in the slightly dry air make people feel refreshed.