Landscape composition on the road to growth

In ordinary daily life, we often see the figure of composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. Still at a loss for composition? The following is the landscape composition I carefully arranged on the road of growing up, hoping to help everyone.

Landscape composition on the road of growing up 1 Pick up the scenery on the road of growing up and play back the moments of childhood memories. The smile under the surging green pool is fixed in my mind.

On that sunny day, the sun broke through the Woods and stayed at the fingertips. This is a family outing day, with short legs running on the path paved with fallen leaves, and the newly awakened flowers are full of laughter. My skirt is also full of flowers. Yellow flowers dance with the wind and shine in the sun.

I am happily shuttling through the Woods, and the quiet path is suddenly mixed with the sound of running water besides my laughter. That voice is getting louder and louder. I parted the branches and looked up and saw a swift waterfall. Water splashed on the stone wall and slipped into the clear pool. The sparkling pool surface of microwave makes people look crazy and fascinated. I almost want to lift my feet and walk towards it.

But I looked at the pool with the green shadow again and hesitated again.

Although the swimming pool is beautiful, I'm afraid of water. Growing up, I hardly dared to go near the river or touch the lake. I always feel that there is great danger in the water. I looked eagerly at the soaring waterfall, but I was afraid to go near it. It seems that there are thousands of ropes tied to me, which makes me unable to move or take steps. My parents have stepped onto the stone bridge leading to the pool, watching their backs get farther and farther away, but I can't make a sound with my mouth open. Suddenly, a whimper sounded louder and louder, and finally turned into a wail. When I was five years old, I stood at this end of the bridge and looked at my parents at the other end. My left and right hands take turns wiping away tears. But the fountain of tears keeps flowing like a waterfall, and I can't erase it. My parents waved to me at that end, and my mother's gentle words sounded: "It's okay, baby, take your time." As a result, the words "I am afraid" and "Don't be afraid" echoed at both ends of the bridge.

I glanced at the pool again, and the clear surface of the pool was unfathomable to me. The flowers in the skirt corner have been crumpled by me and become lifeless. At this time, my father said firmly and forcefully, "Come on, walk slowly, step by step." I walked slowly and timidly to the bridge, closed my eyes and took a big step towards it. The dull atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and the birds in the forest sang happily. Step by step, step by step, nothing can stop me. When I took the first step to this bridge, I also crossed the threshold of timidity, and my courage suddenly flooded. I realized: actually, it's not that difficult to get close to this water. The key is to have the courage to take the first step. At this time, I pressed down my excitement and stood at the end of the stone bridge. I saw the waterfall at my fingertips and the kind smile of my parents beside me.

Taking off my shoes and socks, I bravely stepped into the pool, and the shallow water only reached my ankles, bringing a cool feeling. The coolness reached the apex of my heart, and the splashing water came at me with unprecedented excitement and happiness. I held my arms high and posed for victory. The smile on my face and the little yellow flowers on my skirt bloom happily in the sun. ...

I finally overcame my fear of water!

With the passage of time, the scenery on the road to growth gradually blurred. However, the bright smile on the green background is printed in my mind, telling me that nothing is impossible and nothing is terrible. As long as you have the courage to take the first step, you can move to the other end of success.

The scenery on the road to growth 2. We have embarked on this road of growth since birth. How many things have we experienced and seen along the way? The scenery on the road to growth will always leave a good impression on our lives, which will make us think more about it.

Scene 1: Home

After getting up, I went to the bathroom. Grandma squatted there to wash the clothes I changed last night. Her slightly stooped back and white hair on her temples make her look older. After washing, I went into the kitchen. Mom has prepared breakfast for me, watching the hot breakfast. A warm feeling suddenly welled up in my mind. As soon as I entered the room with my schoolbag on my back, my mother said, "Be careful on the road and go home early at night." After returning home, my mother took my schoolbag and said to me, "Are you tired today?" Day after day, perhaps a habit has been formed. But a simple action, an ordinary sentence, contains too many relatives' love for me. In my growing years, this love moistened me and cared for me. This love is too pure!

Landscape 2: Classroom

This classroom records all our joys and sorrows in the past three years. I have long been used to the noise in the classroom, and gradually I have integrated into this noise. In this noise, I have made many friends, not bosom friends, but all of them are sincere. Whispering in class and fighting after class have enhanced our friendship. There is no intrigue between us, but there will always be contradictions. But this contradiction is resolved in each other's smiles. I can't forget the friendship of my classmates. They encouraged me when I was frustrated, helped me when I was in trouble, and silently congratulated me when I succeeded. Here, I gradually mature and bid farewell to my childhood forever. I learned not only knowledge, but also how to get along with people, how to look at things from different angles and how to be a man!

Scenery 3: Subway

I was sitting in the subway, and my thoughts were wandering. At this moment, a little girl came over. She went to a couple and knelt down and said, "Brother and sister, give me some money!" " In this scene, my heart is cold. Looking at her, almost everyone knelt down, but few people put money into her box. She got off at the first stop. I don't know how many stops passed, but a wandering singer came over. What he said before singing moved me. "Please don't look down on the lifestyle of a wandering singer. They make money with their own songs. Please respect a wandering singer. " Generally speaking, almost everyone will put money into his bag after he sings, and of course I am no exception. Dignity is the basic principle of being a man. If you sell your dignity for money and power. Then you will lose it forever!

We will still advance on the road of growth. The scenery once taught me about love, how to be a man and the dignity of being a man. I will experience more scenery and learn more truth. I will stride forward ...

Each of us will have a camera in our heart, which is full of all kinds of scenery on our growing road. Occasionally, when I take it out, I will see the magnificent sea, majestic peaks, blue and beautiful sky, or vibrant weeds and tall and straight pine trees, and my favorite is this elegant and beautiful white chrysanthemum.

Breeze bursts, the slightly dim sky is not hot, but it is extremely cool, which is a good weather for going out to play, so I came to the community to play with my small bag on my back.

Tired of playing, I suddenly saw a big flower stand. There are several kinds of flowers in full bloom, not so gorgeous, shallow and quietly emitting fragrance.

I can't help approaching, there are still a few steps away, I have smelled a faint fragrance, and I can't help but marvel at the beauty of nature. Such scenery left a deep memory for me.

Suddenly, I saw a stone road among the flowers. I walked along the path curiously. At the end of the path, there is a grape trellis. This grape trellis is very big. There is a stone table and several stone chairs under it. When I walked in, it was very cool and comfortable. Turning around, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure, buried in the flowers. I walked over curiously to see what the man was doing.

I walked over gently. It turned out to be a grandmother in her sixties. I can see that her body is still strong. She is digging a hole with a small shovel and planting flowers in it.

I was about to speak when grandma found me, smiled kindly at me and said, What's the matter, little girl? What's happening here?

I asked grandma strangely, did you grow these flowers?

Yes, grandma answered happily. Then through grandma's description, I realized that these flowers and grapes were planted by grandma. I asked why, but grandma only said that some tired children and old people could have a quiet place to rest. These flowers look beautiful and smell good.

I'm a little shocked. Back on the grape rack, I picked up a round and full grape and put it in my mouth. It is cold and sour, but it is sweet to flow into my heart.

This picture is permanently fixed in the camera in my heart, with distant and pleasant flowers, interesting flowers, cool and comfortable scenes under the grape trellis, and small shadows buried in the flowers.

The scenery on the road to growth is composed of 4 picturesque and beautiful. In the years, it quietly passed our faces, although silent, leaving only a sigh.

Growth begins with the first step. After crying, a baby was born. Do you remember when you were a toddler at the age of one, stumbling forward with your feet full? Children have perseverance that we don't have. After their fall, they didn't have our complicated thoughts. They only need to stand up once, lift their feet and walk forward, or run. It was a growing landscape, standing up again and again, looking happy and naive.

At that time, when you put on your graduation hat, did you ever think about wandering around the world independently for a moment, but your reason told you that it was wrong. You are responsible for your body. You have to fight for your dreams and hopes all your life and work hard for the people around you. You have decided to take responsibility and start bravely pursuing your dreams. This is also a growing landscape. In your heart, you have the responsibility to take root and grow.

In the future, we will rush about for work and live in a foreign country. We will always think of my mother's hot meals, my father's cigarettes and my parents' warm palms when I was a child. All these attract us to go home and have a look. We leave work to go home, eat mom's cooking, smell dad's cigarettes, and have warm palms. They are all so familiar, but they are not like when we were children. The food is light, the cigarette is light, and the palm is still warm, but it is full of wrinkles. Look at the hair color on my parents' heads, tears will fall down as soon as my nose is sour. Look at our palms, warmer than our parents'. They used to control us, but now we control them. That's the growing scenery. With elderly parents, we are their trees for the rest of their lives.

Growing up in the long river of years, we changed from an ugly pupa to a cocoon and finally broke it into a butterfly. Time, can't stand the passage, years, can't stand the waste, but we still grow and mature in a hurry. Only we know what we have experienced along the way. Growth, the stepping stone of years, ethereal and sad, sad and beautiful. Growth is a stroke in the landscape.

The scenery on the road to growth is 5. After Qian Shan, you are not picturesque.

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On the way to growth, we are in a hurry. Don't forget to appreciate the moving scenery around you and miss the subtle and moving scenery around you.

High mountains and Running water

Father loves mountains and mother love the water. Their combination forms a beautiful scenery. With the growth of age, maybe it is the rebellion of adolescence, I am more and more disgusted with my parents' verbosity, and I hate that they always want to take me seriously and always lose their temper with them every once in a while. However, they are very happy with me. They never seem to know how to get angry. I always feel a lot of pressure and homework. I don't know that my parents put more pressure on me. I feel guilty watching their hair gradually turn from black to gray and frost. They were so tired, I still made a mess of them, but their love for me only increased. The increasingly haggard face worried about me explains their deep love. These beautiful pictures are embedded in my mind forever, forming a unique landscape.

Peach and plum fragrance

Peaches and plums say nothing, but they go their own way. Teachers impart knowledge to students free of charge, just like flower trees deliver nutrients to their own flowers, making peaches and plums fragrant all over the world.

In the morning, when we walked into the classroom through the mist, the teacher had written a neat blackboard book on the blackboard. During recess, when we walked to the bathroom hand in hand with brisk steps, the teacher was correcting homework in the office; In the evening, when we came home with the sunset and were exhausted, the teacher was still preparing for the next day's class in the office ... This scene was embroidered on this piece of cloth called Memory, which smelled of peaches and plums.

Yefenglin

The third day is dark for us, and the night falls, but we are as red as the maple grove, not afraid of the darkness and never give up.

Hot molecules shuttle through the air. We are running on the hot runway, and our sweaty face, flying hair, firm eyes and stubborn mouth all reveal the blood of youth. Although tired, but still upward; Although I'm sweating like a pig, I'm not afraid. Run-proud boy, there are countless flowers and smiles waiting for us ahead. Even when night falls, we can't hide our blood and passion. All this will be engraved in my mind forever, forming a beautiful scenery.

On the way of growing up and chasing dreams, stop in a hurry and you will find so many beautiful scenery around you.

Landscape composition on the road to growth 6 On the road to growth, it takes years of flowers to meet.

I suddenly realized that winter had passed, but summer had come, and the roadside flowers were in full bloom. Facing the bright sunshine, smiling like a child, everything shines gently in the hot sun, intoxicated in the romantic season. I haven't forgotten that cold winter at this moment. Beautiful Mimi said to him, "Thank you." Go ahead. "Where does the fragrance of summer come from without severe winter?" Go ahead.

We have to go through the cold winter to welcome the summer, and we will grow, but we can't forget the scenery in the cold season. It is still the driving force for progress.

Strolling in the elegant courtyard, the summer breeze gently brushed my ears, cucumber leaves jumped gently, vaguely revealing the soft fruits living under me. Suddenly I was surprised, so fat. How can melons and fruits thrive on such a thin vine? .

When I was near, I saw the ivy and cantaloupe on the plate being stabbed by vines, lamented that the fruit was so cold, and felt pity at the same time. I reached out and uprooted the vines, but I was shocked to hear the muffled sound of cucumbers falling to the ground. I thought ivy was a constraint on the growth of melons, but I didn't know it was the pillar of their lives. I'm a little hard on myself, but I'm actually good to myself.

I know that melons and fruits are best trapped on vines to grow. What do we do? These vines stand on the edge of the cliff when we face all kinds of bad situations, have firm beliefs when it is stormy, and have strong "spiritual backing" when we are at a loss and confused. This vine is a principle of doing things, a moral standard, an ideal that is constantly pursued, or a mistake or setback that touches you in life.

Of course, being a vine is inevitable and painful, and even leaves indelible scars, but what should I do to pay such a price for growing up? Be kind to yourself not to pursue temporary relaxation, but to obtain eternal happiness.

Walking to the edge of the vine, it was still watery in the soft soil, but it picked up the cucumber that had lost its luster of life, unconsciously and happily understood it from itself, skimming the traces of it and whispering. "Thank you." Go ahead. "Thank you." Thank you for letting me grow up. Thank you for letting me understand the meaning of scenery.

These can transform themselves, although not beautiful, but not easy process is called the scenery on the road to growth. In the hot sun, all kinds have their own winters, and their vines are hung on the plate. That wound is definitely not a record of darkness and pain, but a brilliant growth process. I hope that flowers will bloom and fall on the road of growth and the scenery will be beautiful.

On the road of growing up, I experienced many things. Just like the stars in the sky, there are countless. They made me understand a lot of truth. One thing I remember vividly is that it is a beautiful landscape on my growing road.

I remember it was a sunny day. I got up early and went fishing in a nearby pond with my father. We found a place with mild sunshine and sat down. Because this is the first fishing in my life, I need my father to teach me. Dad taught me that to learn to fish, we must hold our breath first and not give up halfway. So my father hung the bait on the hook, lifted the fishing rod and threw the fishing line into the mirror-like pond. There were layers of colorful ripples on the golden water, and then he said to me, "This is the fishing posture, and then he waited quietly for the fish to bite." After listening to my father's instruction, I also learned from my father's appearance, threw the hook into the pond and sat quietly on a stone and waited. The bright sunshine shines on me, as if to wait with me. Time flies, and I still get nothing. I became more and more angry when I heard the cheers of others fishing. Until I was so angry that I threw the fishing rod to the ground with one hand. When my dad saw it, he quickly asked me, "What's the matter with you, son?" I replied angrily, "I always can't catch fish." Then my father said to me earnestly, "son, fishing is a very difficult thing and requires patience." It takes perseverance to catch fish. " I suddenly realized after listening to it, so I went fishing according to my father's instructions. I waited quietly, and I waited for more than an hour before I knew it. Suddenly, my fishing rod shook, I relaxed first, then pulled it out with all my strength and caught a big fish. My heart is sweeter than eating honey. At this time, I saw the sunset kissing the western hills, so I had to leave this happy world reluctantly.

This scenery on the road of growing up made me understand that I should be patient in everything. This matter will be engraved in my mind forever and will not disappear with the passage of time.

Walking on the road, large and small scenery will make my heart feel different. When I graduated from primary school, the feeling of walking on the podium made me unforgettable.

Nervous and happy, I rubbed the hand that was about to receive the prize from time to time, and walked up the dark stairs to a brilliant podium. At that time, I looked at the teachers and siblings in the audience and thought: This will be the last prize before I graduated from primary school, the most glorious moment! All the teachers and students focused on themselves, personally accepted the commendation certificate from the principal, and their mouths unconsciously rose. In this way, after saluting, they walked off the platform, and their trembling hands had to be raised again to wipe their tears, because the graduation ceremony was over.

Walking in the ceremony of parting, you can't find a happy atmosphere. However, all I left was to embrace the empty loneliness. The rickety chairs, balloons scattered all over the floor, and the cold wind blowing in from time to time have all passed. I hope this ceremony can go on and on, and I stepped onto the podium again. It feels strange. Obviously it is the same road, but it brings a completely different feeling to my heart. There was no one in the audience, only loneliness came to pay tribute. I heard a voice calling my name and came to the source of the voice. Only then did I find that I walked through a simple auditorium instead of an empty aisle. At present, one blessing after another shattered sadness and loneliness, and the empty heart was suddenly filled with warmth. I walked out of the auditorium and greeted my future with a smile.

Walking along the road full of difficulties, I finished the first section of the plain, and then I faced a series of rugged mountain roads. I want to overcome it. Courage is my spear and blessing is my shield. With them, I will overcome all difficulties, walk on the road and walk on the road of life!

The scenery on the road to growth constitutes 9. In people's minds, there are countless beautiful women. There are physical objects, virtual objects, beautiful scenery, beautiful women and so on.

In my mind, there is such a landscape: a beautiful mind. I can't forget such an afternoon. It was that person who let me know my inner beauty, and it was she who let me know how to let myself. Even if the appearance is not outstanding, it can make countless people admire, envy and admire it.

It was a sunny afternoon with beautiful scenery. On the bus, the bus is crowded with people, very crowded. The driver had to stop at every stop to meet so many people getting on the bus. However, when he stopped, there were always many people getting on the bus, but few people got off. When there are the most people, there are only two or three, and sometimes no one gets off. No, someone got on the bus again! The car was full of people, and there were more than a dozen people in the car. Someone in the carriage shouted, "What are you doing?" ! Are you anxious? Stop it! Really! "Someone chimed in:" Ah! Really, tell me, why not build more buses! " In a word, everyone laughed. At this moment, a girl came along, about seventeen or eighteen years old. Although she is not outstanding, everyone hasn't said a word since she came up. He wears a pair of sunglasses, but they can't cover her eyes. Her eyes are all white. I just realized that she is blind. Some people in the car pee, some people whisper to each other, all talking about a blind man. A kind young man offered her seat in the car, and she politely said thank you. The car stopped again, and an old man came over, swiping his card and "old card". The blind girl quickly stood up and gave her seat to the old man, while she stood in the carriage, wobbling as if she had drunk too much. I looked at the blind girl when I got off the bus. Her expression is so calm!

It was she who made me understand that appearance is not important, but soul is very important. I want to be a person with a beautiful heart.

Landscape composition on growing up 10 has always believed that words are the most touching notes. Also based on this, I am obsessed with doodling on the blank title page! Yes, I like writing, writing about my feelings, thoughts, thoughts and actions.

One day, when I dug out nearly ten thick diaries that recorded my growth and mental journey, I flipped through them, just like going back to the past and closing the cover. My mind is full of fragmentary memento, who has experienced it personally, but looking back after a long time, my heart is another taste! So I want to use my humble pen to sketch and combine the past, whether it is nostalgia or something else.

At least I have always believed that everyone's experience, no matter how humble and ordinary, can be a meaningful song. Similarly, I write these things in the hope that I can recall them one day, and I hope that the memories will not be full of mottled blanks and messy.

A sage once said: forgetting the past means betrayal.

Modern people are in a hurry, forget Sichuan in a blink of an eye, completely ignore the strange faces passing by, and look back hundreds of times in their last life!

I like nostalgia and memories. Every time I relive the past, I feel that I have had a luxurious worship. I can condense a series of experiences into a short and pithy philosophy of life, and I will gradually mature under the guidance of deep or shallow lessons. ...

Those are the scenery that must be experienced when growing up. ...

Landscape composition on the road to growth 1 1 There are many things on my road to growth, including happiness, sadness, excitement and excitement ... but there is one thing that I still can't forget. It was a sunny afternoon. When my father came back, I was watching TV happily. Dad said to me: Liu Fang, come here quickly. I brought back a small sapling. Let's plant it together. I nodded happily and said to my father doubtfully, Dad, where shall we plant the saplings? Dad smiled and said, why don't we plant saplings in the yard? My father and I dug a big hole in the yard. Father told me to hold the sapling steady, and I nodded at once.

I thought to myself: Hee hee, this is the first time my father and I planted saplings. I want to know what saplings look like when they grow up. I was fascinated when my father interrupted me and asked me to help Xiaoshu. After my father and I planted the sapling, my father said to me: Liu Fang, this tree will be yours in the future! I cried happily. To this end, I also specially wrote a table: seedling care table, watering every morning, watering a little fertilizer at noon and watering at night. I smiled happily. I take care of the saplings like this every day, and the saplings grow up little by little as time goes by. On this day, my mother told me: Liu Fang, there may be a typhoon today, so pay attention.

I nodded. I went to school. Before long, the typhoon really came. Everyone is afraid to leave the classroom door! But I'm starting to worry. I thought: Will the saplings be all right? Don't be okay! After school, I hurried back to see if there were any problems with the saplings. When I got home, I saw the terrible side. Young saplings were mercilessly lost by the typhoon. I cried loudly. Why? No matter how my parents comforted me, it was useless. It took me a long time to pull myself together. I thought: If only the saplings were still there. My grades have dropped because of this incident, which has hit me too hard.

This happened when I was growing up, which made me understand how fragile life is. But I hope that won't happen. That's great, but it happened mercilessly.

Landscape composition on the road to growth 12 recalling the beautiful scenery, there are joys, sorrows and sorrows. ...

happy

After I took the action of "stalking and beating", my mother finally got impatient and agreed to let me have a puppy. At night, I am so happy that I can't sleep. The next day, I took the puppy home and named it Lala. It has snow-white fur, a black nose and big eyes like glass balls, and it is too cute to describe in words. It's really not a dog that saves trouble. Twice reborn, twice familiar. After getting familiar with my family, it jumped up and down and littered everywhere, making the family restless. As for me, I have to follow his ass and help him clean up the mess. It's really a "risk at your own risk", who told me to raise this small one!

angry

There was no one at home at noon, so I took the money and went out to eat. I'm sitting in a restaurant, waiting for my Regan Noodles. At this moment, a teenage boy pushed the door in and ordered three portions of potato flour to take away. His potato powder was just right when I was eating noodles. He quickly took out a fifty-dollar bill and handed it to the boss. When the boss found the money, he hurried out without even taking the chopsticks handed to him by the boss. After a while, the boss's daughter came to adjust the money. She picked up the fifty-dollar bill, rubbed it with her fingers, looked at the lamp again and shouted, "Mom, this money is fake! Why didn't you take it without looking! " "Oh, forget it, when we are unlucky!" They look depressed. I witnessed it myself. It's really irritating But it also made me understand: be honest and trustworthy.

sympathize with

"Start the class. Go back to your seat, put your things on the table, leave your pen and play with toilet paper. Let's take a test in this class. " The math teacher began to hand out papers to everyone, and everyone began to answer questions. A day later, the teacher quickly corrected the paper. A bright red number stung my heart deeply. How did I do so badly in the exam? It's impossible. I still didn't believe it until I got the paper. When I got home, I couldn't restrain my sadness and cried. My mother came to comfort me: "This is just a small failure. As long as you work hard, you will succeed. " This made me understand that failure is the mother of success.

The scenery on the road of growing up has given me a lot of experience and lessons, which makes me move forward more bravely!