Landscape third grade composition

In our daily study, work and life, we often come into contact with composition. The composition must be elaborated around the theme and the same theme. No rambling, lax theme or even no theme. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following are six landscape compositions I have compiled, hoping to help you.

Scenery 1 more than ten years, I have seen many landscapes, some of which are nothing special. Although I have glimpsed them, I have hardly left an impression. Some of them are just like wonderful movies, which are still fresh in my memory.

Three years of kindergarten, the scenery on the road, I vaguely remember now, I always hold my mother's skirt, recite children's songs with my mother, tell stories with me, walk to the arch bridge, count the heavy steps on the arch bridge twice a day, then cross the busy market and walk into the kindergarten with building blocks and slides.

After six years of primary school, the scenery along the way has been completely different. I walk arm in arm with my mother every day, crossing a avenue full of towering trees, and then bypassing many streets and alleys. I told my mother interesting things in school all the way, and listened to her advice and "philosophy of life" all the way. I never think it's far to walk for half an hour.

Now I have entered junior high school and started to go to school by bus. The scenery along the way is seen through the window. Familiar trees and buildings fly by the window. My mother and I sat in the back seat, still smiling and understanding.

More than ten years have passed, and the arch bridge in the kindergarten has now been mottled and broken into a dangerous bridge, which is under construction. The busy and crowded market has also widened and the stars have shifted. Only the nursery rhymes my mother taught me to recite blurted out. More than ten years have passed, and there are few people coming and going on the boulevard on the way to primary school. The original streets and lanes have been demolished, modern communities have been set up, and the scenery of the past has disappeared. Only my mother and I are talking and laughing on the road and often float in my mind.

What has changed is the scenery along the way, and what remains unchanged is the affection that has flowed down all the way. In my life journey, there will still be many scenery constantly emerging, but I know that only my mother's advice and companionship will make me remember it forever.

The sunshine in the morning is gentle and comfortable, unlike the hot sunshine in the afternoon. The morning sun shines on me through the window. I sat in the train and enjoyed the beautiful scenery that flew by.

The destination is strange to me, a strange place. This is the right to play, but there is no need to find a place to live in high school. My heart is full of infinite melancholy. Fortunately, the scenery along the way drove away the inner melancholy and loneliness. I looked out of the window. The mountain was dimly discernible in the morning fog and escaped from my sight in the blink of an eye. Rows of neat trees come and go, occasionally drifting across some farmland. The small pond next to them attracted my attention. I tried to take another look, but speeding trains are not allowed. On the road of life, how am I in a hurry? I hurried to the campus in the morning with sleepy eyes, then dozed off on the bus, dragged my tired body, then came home from the rear, and then I was busy doing my homework. Suddenly several mountains floated outside the window. The mountains are shaded by trees, and full of green is full of vitality. They are in the peak season of life and are blooming their turquoise. On the mountain, a crack is straight, like a waterfall, which is particularly conspicuous in the green of the mountain. This is the mountain, not monotonous.

Several farmhouses suddenly floated in front of the car. When you look at it carefully, you know that it is a cowshed with rows of cows tied inside. A little girl with pigtails is walking on a mountain road without cement. After a while, several farmers were busy in the fields. Is this the countryside already? I'm surprised, but I don't know. The busy life every day deprives us too much.

The car suddenly drove into the tunnel. I don't know how long this tunnel is. All I know is that I had to stop writing in the flashing tunnel. At that time, no matter how long the tunnel was, there was an exit after all. I can finally pick up my pen again. The mountains are not monotonous because of cracks, and the road of life is more exciting and charming because of tunnels. The scenery along the way, I really want to walk slowly. The farmer's field is something I haven't experienced for a long time. How I want to live in this vague village for a while. There are mountains, water, farmers, fields, walking birds and small ponds. How poetic, but always quickly escape from my eyes.

The train is still speeding. I don't know how many passengers there are, only that there are many seats available. The riders next to me are really English lovers. Maybe we are the same! Everyone is flying to their destination, indifferent to the scenery on the road.

Speeding cars, I know, you can't slow down on the highway, all cars on this road are the same, this is the rule!

Qiu's mother-in-law stepped on Xia's footsteps again and came for a long time. When I saw the maple leaf falling in front of the door, I couldn't help thinking of the people, things and human love I admired.

That autumn, the new neighbor moved into the house, but there were only two little girls.

One day, I went out in a hurry and met those two little girls on the way. They are all carrying heavy things in their hands. Why don't they go out with their mother? Can you lift them? They just smiled and didn't answer.

I didn't understand until I went home and listened to my mother. Those two little girls who I thought were dwarfs were inarticulate. Suddenly I felt that their smiles at that time were so sweet.

The next day, I decided to visit them. As soon as I arrived at Grandma Wang's house, I heard a burst of laughter from the room where there was no movement in the past. Curiosity drove me in. To my surprise, they were chatting with Grandma Wang here. At this time, when they saw me, they still didn't say anything and smiled slightly. I feel very warm this time.

That night, I sneaked into grandma Wang's house without telling my mother. Grandma Wang is still awake. I chatted with her for a while and saw that the wrinkles on grandma Wang's face were light. I know this is their credit. Their love and care for others deeply touched me.

Although I don't have much contact with her, their enthusiasm for others deeply infected me.

They are beautiful and pure in heart. They are full of yearning for the world. They always smile at everyone. I think they forget that they are also people who need help.

We didn't thank them!

The tree without maple leaves will sprout and grow next spring, providing shade for people, just as they have a warm heart.

I appreciate that person, that thing, that human love.

Landscape, in the eyes of most people, is just a modifier to say whether a place is good or bad, but I have a unique opinion on it. Somewhere in my heart, there is also a landscape that enriches my soul. There is a tacit understanding, a wonderful feeling, and a landscape that stays at your fingertips forever.

People are the same. A person is always decorating the scenery of others, and others are always decorating your dreams. When a person is alone, he won't appreciate such a situation.

Just like green leaves and safflower, safflower wouldn't look so charming without the foil of green leaves. Similarly, there is no red flower to set off, and there is no green and lovely green leaves. Together, they have the beauty of branches and rivers. People in hell are surrounded by cauldrons, and everyone drinks soup for themselves with their own spoons. He was angry because the handle of the spoon was too long to send the soup to his mouth. Still the same cauldron, still the same' spoon'. People take soup from each other and send it to each other's mouths. Everyone is full, laughing loudly and happy. This is heaven.

In fact, heaven and hell are not far apart. Not for others, but for yourself, this is called hell; Not only for ourselves, but also for others, we can achieve a win-win situation through mutual assistance. This is called Heaven. Get out of the ego and find a win-win situation, and you will go from hell to heaven.

Only when you decorate other people's scenery will others decorate your dreams; If you want others to decorate your dreams, you must learn to decorate other people's scenery. Because the world is a harmonious whole and a win-win existence.

Landscape composition 5 Walking on the blue-gray stone steps.

One sunny afternoon after the rain, the air was mixed with the faint smell of grass and earth. Close your eyes gently, and the acidity in your eyes spreads. There is a small arc around my mouth, and I smell the breath of spring.

Small steps, afraid to break the silence of this moment.

The breeze, like a heat wave, left my helplessness and came to me slowly, with a refreshing fragrance. Keep going. Stop. A big budding tree caught my attention. Stepped forward, stretched out his hand and stroked the thick brown branches, and stood still so firmly after the years of the rings. Leaning gently against the trunk, I looked up slightly and saw the green buds on the branches, full of vitality, and some of them grew small flowers dotted with bare branches; There is only a bud in bud, and the elf may rest in it. Those charming gestures and coquetry make my heart tremble. The fundus is full of smiles, and my fingertips touch the unknown little white flowers on my head, pointing to the delicate touch, which makes my heart surge. I stood on tiptoe slightly and leaned forward, and a faint fragrance rushed into my nasal cavity without warning. The ivory petals were stained with crystal water drops, which inadvertently hung my nose. A hint of coolness spread. I didn't wipe those water droplets, I just wanted to leave them on my skin. I held the flower in my hand, closed my eyelids and listened to it. Suddenly, I heard the sound of flowers blooming. Such a crisp and moving voice, so close to my heart. The frowning brows breathed a sigh of relief at that moment. Some surprised to open your eyes. Perhaps, I also heard the sound of happy flowers.

The sun jumped down on me. Raise your eyes, look at the light blue sky, put out your thumb in the air and touch it back and forth. The sundries in the eyes are annihilated. The breeze blows gently, so easily smoothing the ripples in my heart.

The cool breeze stirred the hair on the forehead, and the black hair floated in the air, setting off the blue sky. Beautiful pictures of spring.

The chill gradually subsided, and I saw the warmth of spring.

It shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be so desolate here. There should be sparkling sunshine, birds singing in the branches, and the earth is full of vitality. Now, except for the bleak or bleak, it is almost breathless. How beautiful it used to be here!

I picked up scattered memories buried deep in my brain. I was here a long time ago. At that time, it was so beautiful. Wan Li is cloudless, sunny, and the earth is full of birds and flowers. Walking among them, it is as beautiful as being in a fairyland. What a pleasant thing to enjoy the cool in the sun when you are tired of playing! You can drink mountain spring water when you are thirsty. Now think about it, water is really sweet. This fairyland is a scenic spot in China, and China is proud of it.

But now, that beautiful place has become a complete memory, even an illusion.

Now it is ... the blue face in the sky seems to be covered with black veil. Flowers and plants have become factories that can promote economic development, and trees may become solid wood floors under the feet of some rich people. Unfortunately, now this factory has become a disgusting "landscape". I don't believe everything in front of me. I really hope this is a dream. I want to wake up soon. Unfortunately, it's not …

Alas, poor man, money can give you any material needs, but spiritual needs are not important? ! I don't want to see this "economic landscape" at the expense of the environment. I need natural scenery!