15 essays of 500 words on describing scenes

Looking from a distance, it looks like there are two rainbow bridges on the horizon. It is so beautiful! In this case, do you know how to write a composition about describing scenery? Below are 15 articles of 500 words that I have collected for you. Welcome to refer to them.

Essay on Scenery 1

Autumn is here, the sweet-scented osmanthus is blooming, and the green leaves are covered with small red flowers, red and green, beautiful Awesome. When the breeze blows, the fragrance is so fragrant, it is really refreshing! No wonder people say: "The osmanthus blooms, and the fragrance spreads ten miles away."

Autumn is here, and the chrysanthemums in the park are also blooming. The red ones are like fire, the white ones are like snow, and the yellow ones are like gold. They are colorful and colorful. The petals of chrysanthemums are either thin or thick. Some are like pom-poms, some are like stars, some are like mighty dragon claws, and some are like dense layers of pine cones. There are all kinds of flowers, and the Chrysanthemum Fairy is extremely beautiful.

Autumn is here and the oranges are ripe. From a distance, it looks like small lanterns hanging on the branches. In the sunshine, the red oranges shine brightly, which is very attractive. You squeeze and touch the oranges one by one, as if they are vying for people to pick them!

Autumn is here, and the rice is ripe. It looks like a golden ocean from a distance. The sickle-like ears of rice are heavy. The breeze blows the rice and nods and smiles to people, reporting the good news of the harvest.

Autumn is colorful and full of fruits. The scenery in autumn is so beautiful!

Essay on Scenery 2

The sky in autumn is exceptionally blue and the air is exceptionally fresh.

When I returned to my hometown, I finally saw the fields in autumn. Ah! This is the first time I have seen such a beautiful field. Walking onto the ridge is like being in a golden ocean. The waves are golden, glowing, and bright, laughing and rolling, one by one, rushing into the distance. Take a closer look at the heavy rice ears. They are golden when they are close, and khaki when they are farther away. You can’t tell what color they are even further away. Under the sun and in the autumn wind, groups of people are busy harvesting...

There is a green vegetable field next to the nearby rice field. The cabbage is emerald green, the lettuce is green with a hint of green, the leeks are dark green, the eggplant is purple, the pepper is red, the pumpkin is yellow... The autumn wind blows, and it is colorful and beautiful.

Next to the vegetable field is a pond. Occasionally, a few birds fly across the water, creating circles of sparkling ripples; ducks, geese, and cows sit beside the pond, some enjoying themselves in the water. Some stood still, as if admiring the charming autumn colors.

The autumn fields are full of people’s joy of harvest. We are all illuminated and moisturized by this golden light...

How I like the charming autumn colors in my hometown! < /p>

Essay on Scenery 3

Traveling to the south of the Yangtze River, wherever you go, you will be filled with impressions of water; distant and comfortable. It does not have the strength of the Yellow River, nor the clarification of Lijiang. It just flows quietly and alone, far-reaching.

The best is like water, and it must be the water in the south of the Yangtze River. Nourishing the delicacy of the Jiangnan people, the ripples on the water swayed in circles, turning into countless waves, which were imprinted on the clothes washed by people by the river, so there were ripples on the clothes. When the wind blows, the water from the south of the Yangtze River starts to flow on the clothes. Suddenly, I felt that Jiangnan seemed to be condensed in this gentle water, making it seem comfortable and peaceful. In the water are the faces of people talking and laughing, and on the water are quaint wooden boats. Crossing the ancient bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, it seems that time has gone back. There was only a gentle wind and clear clouds, and a pool of flowing water, Jiangnan water.

I miss the Fenghuang Ancient Town in western Hunan. The water there must be perfect, because the ferry and the river where Cuicui has been watching are so simple and beautiful. The water in western Hunan accompanied Shen Congwen, maybe only in his childhood. But he never forgot it, so much so that after he left Xiangxi, he still wrote many articles to guard the Xiangxi water. And because of this water, Phoenix found a trace of vitality that escaped the dust from the vast antiquity.

The water flowing through Dujiangyan must be happy. They flow through the stone statue of Dayu sunk in the mud, and wash away this water conservancy project that is older than the Great Wall. Holding a handful of water in your hand is approachable. Mr. Yu Qiuyu said that Dujiangyan has been silently guarding Dayu, the mountains and the water for thousands of years.

Although it is not as grand as the Great Wall, it is also a quiet place that slowly accumulates its own weight and depth. Because of this vast water, it also invisibly magnifies its strength. Like an energetic old man, all the water passing by him stands among the mountains and rivers.

Flowing water knows no bounds. Over thousands of years, water has gradually merged into a piece of history. Several cultures have blended into the warmth and warmth of the world, quietly leaving culture, history and humanity to the places they have passed through, thus attracting the pursuit of countless tourists. They are looking for the forgotten and buried culture, looking for this The flowing water that has been silent for thousands of years.

Essay on Scenery 4

Following the sound of gurgling water, we walked into Mingyue Mountain and visited the Cloud Valley, which I thought about day and night.

Green mountains. White mist. Green bamboo.

We seemed to have stepped into a dream world: the mountains stood in the fog, and the mist lingered in the mountains. The fog surrounds the mountain, and the mountain is surrounded by the fog, vaguely hazy, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, making us feel as if we are in a fairyland. We are drifting around with the wind, as if we have become fog ourselves, playing with our friends in the mountains, surrounding tourists, and following Tourists play hide and seek. A gust of cool wind blew by, my heart was shaken, and my soul returned to my body. Neither the top of the mountain nor the edge of the fog could be seen, only the moving crowds and fluttering flags stretching forward. Each of us has the eagerness to try and the courage to conquer all mountains.

Bare stone. Running water. crowd.

The sparse crowds of people crossed the exposed river bed, stepped over the slippery pebbles, and followed the gurgling water and swaying small trees, bringing infinite vitality to this lonely mountain forest; echoing in the valley The laughter also brought a bit of urban noise to the valley.

Jungle. red flag. Trail.

Colorful flags vaguely flashed in the lush woods, shuttled through the green bamboo forest, loud calls and cheerful laughter slipped from the front of the team to the back of the team, carrying Full of pride, full of hope and full of sustenance. Closer, closer...

Drizzle. Cool breeze. Waterfall.

Finally, we saw a white chain, plain white and crystal clear, embedded in a dark green, hanging on the trees in the mountain stream. The white mist was lingering... Finally, I saw the word "Yungu" carved on the stone slab, deeply.

Walking down and reaching the bottom of the valley, my thinking seems to have stopped. This is the wonderland in my dream, this wonderful feeling of floating and sinking. When the gusts of cool breeze made people feel a bit of coolness, they realized that they were bathed in rain and mist - a splashing waterfall.

It kisses my face, hair and heart that has been dusted for a long time.

I raised the camera to freeze this eternal moment; to freeze this rare intoxication.

Essay on Scenery 5

There are four seasons in a year, each season has a different scenery, and I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter the most. In winter, when the snow falls heavily, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of white snow give people a cool and soothing feeling. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, even my soul is being purified, becoming pure and beautiful. The snow at dusk is deep, as if there are thousands of emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, able to submerge everything, and there is a sense of nakedness like uncovering the hidden head. The snowflakes have various shapes and are crystal clear, like warriors on an expedition, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing on a long voyage... Snow is a symbol of purity and auspiciousness, and it is also said that auspicious snow heralds a good year. But snow has always been quiet and cool in my eyes. There is no noise in the snow, and there is no confusion in the snow. I am alone in the snow. While enjoying this quietness, I feel like I am outside the world of mortals.

The rain is heavy, regardless of the season. I don’t know how many times of melancholy it will cause people in a year.

The snow is soft and waxy, and only floats in the cold winter. It uses a special way to cleanse people's troubled souls.

The snow was spread silently on the roof, the jade trees and Qionghua quietly bloomed all over the branches, and even the messy shoe prints on the road were covered by the newly floating snowflakes. Everything is so quiet, and the snow is quietly decorating the earth. The dog wags its tail on the fluffy snow blanket, stepping carefully on the plum blossoms. The sparrows flapped their wings and fell together in a daze, deliberately patting off the twinkling snowflakes on their wings.

The pines and cypresses on the hills are hidden in the snow, accepting the test of the cold winter.

The scenery in the snow is extremely magnificent. The sky and the earth are completely the same color. Only a piece of silver can be seen, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

After the snow, the continuous white snow decorates the world. The green branches and jade leaves, the pink jade bricks, and the bright colors are really a gratifying scene of auspicious snow and a good year.

I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter even more. Winter is the growth ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

Composition 6 on describing scenery

On a snowy morning, I sat leaning against the window, holding my chin in my hands, and quietly watching the snow scene. The snow falls sporadically, like window flowers, but God does not show its beauty, and then it disappears; like a beauty, dressed in plain clothes, dancing with a graceful figure, coming elegantly; like pear blossoms without fragrance, but the snow has no The fragrance adds a bit of simplicity, tranquility, elegance and freshness, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

When we got to the courtyard, we saw snow all over the ground, and that was when we stopped. I couldn't bear to step on it. How could I bear to trample or ravage such a beautiful thing? Standing quietly, the snow continued to fall. The snow and I seemed to have melted into this winter. With the snow accompanying me, I don't feel lonely, but it adds a little joy. Quietly, none of us spoke, for fear of ruining the silence. We think that just staring like this for a long time is enough.

On the night when the plum blossoms bloomed, I quietly walked into the balcony. As soon as I crossed the threshold, I smelled the plum fragrance. The plum fragrance entered my nose lightly, strong but elegant. The fragrance lingered in the air for a long time. I followed the fragrance and walked in. It turned out to be a plum blossom. Although I couldn't see her, I could imagine her blooming alone in the bush. That kind of deep love without fear, fear or fear. Just smiled and passed by. Her graceful figure was lost in the dark night.

Just as I was thinking this, I ran quickly and turned on the light, and the beauty of the plum blossoms appeared. I have to admire her beauty and moving people, making people feel that she is extremely beautiful from the bottom of their hearts.

"Plum plum blossoms are less white than snow, but snow loses the fragrance of plum blossoms." Snow and plum blossoms are the masterpieces of God. In the corner of the wall, the plum blossom bloomed alone, and the snow fell sadly with her. The dense aroma brewed in the air, and it took a long time to enter the nose, but it was so strong that it never dissipated. Then I turned my eyes to look at the snow. It was white and flawless, pure and true. If there is jade of the same color as it, it must be the best jade.

Snow and plum blossoms accompany each other and complement each other; there is no agreement between snow and plum blossoms, but it is like an agreement. They appear together every winter. They are both winter delicacies and they both laugh in the bush; snow and plum blossoms are the same. Plum blossoms never give up. Even if they disappear, they will definitely come at the same time in the next winter and never give up.

Essay on Scenery 7

It has clear lakes, green rivers, colorful lotus flowers, and colorful lives. Here, you can experience the pastoral The style of the country, the influence of the mountains, the care of the earth mother, and the embrace of the blue sky father. It is my lovely hometown-Shandong. Tengzhou.

In the spring of March, the spring breeze brings cool and sweet scents, and the infinitely bright spring scenery on the fields makes the river more enchanting. The grass on the bank sneaks out of the ground at some point. Come out and dance lightly in the spring breeze. The grass looks like a green velvet blanket in the sun. The breeze blows, and ripples appear on the water. The green mountains and green trees reflected in the water expand, shrink, gather, and spread out, like naughty fish swimming there.

At this time, I can't help but sigh that the spring in my hometown is beautiful, the spring scenery is endless, the colors are colorful, and it is so beautiful.

When summer comes, the lotus is the most dazzling among the beauties in the water. The lotus leaves are crowded together, like large green discs, and they seem to be filled with dense jade umbrellas. Cover your red face tightly. The graceful lotus is like a fairy holding up a huge peach in mythology. The bottom of the flower is white and green, and the upper part is pink and red, like a shy girl covering her veil, walking gently. The sun shines on the rippling river, and it shines with thousands of golden lights, like tiny crystals. Star, smiling at people mischievously.

What a beautiful hometown! No matter when or where I am, I will always love my hometown deeply. I am proud and proud to have such a beautiful hometown!!

Essay on Scenery 8

The scenery of my campus is very attractive all year round.

In spring, Miss Chun quietly came to the world with light steps. In the campus, grasses poke their heads out one after another. Colorful flowers warmly welcome the arrival of spring. Look at these flowers, they are red like fire, white like snow, and pink like clouds. If you don’t let me, I won’t let you, they are competing for beauty. It’s so interesting! On the other side of the flowers are rows of banyan trees. These banyan trees are like soldiers standing guard. The students were bathing in the bright sunshine under the banyan tree while reading charming books.

In summer, the school is lined with green trees. The big trees are like big green umbrellas, protecting the students from wind and rain. Some students are reading under the shade of the trees, some are playing games under the shade of the trees, and some are playing badminton under the shade of the trees. What a lively scene!

In autumn, the green little The grass quietly put on a golden top. Pieces of withered yellow leaves fell from the tree with the wind and danced in the sky, like yellow butterflies singing there. Although they lost the company of the yellow leaves, the tree looked so energetic and nodded frequently in the breeze.

The campus is so lively in winter. After school, the students ran into the playground one after another. Playing basketball, football, and running have become the students’ favorite sports. Laughter, shouts, and cheers filled the entire campus. The campus suddenly became lively in winter, full of vitality and vitality.

Ah! How beautiful my campus is. I hope you have the opportunity to visit it carefully.

Essay on Scenery 9

Listen! Listen! Miss Chun is coming with light steps. She brings a new green dress to the originally withered and cold earth. . She gently touches all things with her delicate, water-like hands, reviving all things and giving us vitality and vitality. Not to mention the blue sky, the creek with the sound of flowing water, not to mention the endless grassland. Just the flowers competing for their beauty make the spring full of flowers. Among them, the most fascinating one is the lotus flower. She is so white and flawless, just like the lotus lantern being transported, and like a young girl, her white dress is fluttering in the spring breeze, and her body exudes The light fragrance will make people immersed in dreams when they smell it, making them feel relaxed and happy, and they will never forget to leave. Nearby, the tall and low trees in the distance stand tall and tall, with new leaves that are green and green. They are like loyal guards, guarding this quiet and peaceful moment.

The rain started to fall, such a fine rain! The drops fell on my hands, hairy and itchy, like cow hairs, flower needles, and filaments. Looking from a distance, it looks like there is a thin layer of mist. If it is there or not, it seems almost far away. The whole world is like a shy girl covered with gauze, smiling secretly. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, which makes people sigh. , What a timely rain! Not only does it make people refreshed, but also the flowers and grass become redder and greener in this drizzle! It immediately reminds people of Du Fu's poem "With the Wind" Sneak into the night and moisturize things silently." But people are only amazed by the flowers in the New Year and how beautiful the grass is, and who knows how long they have been dormant and waiting?

Ah, spring! Your colorful colors Decorate the earth; your gentle caress gives birth to all things; your fresh breath brings life. I love you, beautiful spring.

Essay on Scenery 10

The spring breeze squeezed away the cold wind, drove away the cold current, awakened the earth, and opened a page of sparkling calendar! Look! I was thin before The mountains gradually become plump and lush. On the hillside, the grass woke up from its dream and slowly sprouted buds. It was really green. Why don't I go see such a beautiful scenery?

I took a car and came to the mountains. Next to it, the trees with buds were swaying in the warm spring breeze, as if they were drunk. After drinking the wine, it seemed to be waving to me cheerfully - welcoming me! The mountains are full of messengers of spring - buds. They sit on the branches and rock and play on the seesaw, and at the same time write the words written by Miss Spring. The letter of arrival is passed on to everyone. Some flowers have bloomed impatiently, and the little bees are buzzing to collect nectar. They are attentive. I walk over quietly, for fear of disturbing them. Some migratory birds have received the letters from the buds and have flown back, building nests in the trees while happily enjoying the warm sunshine. A gust of spring breeze blew by, and the treetops immediately made a sweet sound, like a spring girl caressing her daughter passionately.

Spring is here, and even the springs that have been silent all winter are active, flowing, singing happy songs, all the way to the foot of the mountain. As the weather gets warmer, people are constantly fetching water from morning to night at the springs and on the mountain roads. The spring water here is clear and sweet, and the tea brewed is clear and fragrant.

As the saying goes, "The plan for a year lies in spring." Spring is a charming world. It is a new starting point, allowing us to turn over the pages of the glorious and arduous flash calendar.

Essay on Scenery 11

Grandpa Dongse sent away the severe cold of the earth, and Miss Chun came to the world with light steps. The scenery in spring is very beautiful, like a lifelike painting.

The spring sunshine is particularly bright, and Miss Chun opens her smiling face. The red beam of the sun shines over, touching you gently, like the hand of a young mother.

With the brisk pace of Miss Chun, the green grass breaks through the soil, secretly emerging from the soil, tender and green. In the park, you can see these tenacious grasses everywhere.

In this warm season, in the woods, many trees are full of bright flowers; everyone refuses to give in, red, yellow, white, purple, all kinds of flowers. All kinds of flowers are really like a beautiful big flower bed. Many butterflies and bees smelled the fragrance of the flowers, and they all flew to collect nectar, flying around in mid-air.

In the woods, many birds are flying freely and joyfully. When they are happy, they sing crisp and sweet tunes. The warm spring light blows on the small river, and the river is suddenly blown by a pleasant and melodious flute. Influenced by the sound, looking around, I saw a group of naughty children making willow flutes from the stems of weeping willows! They played the happiness and joy in their hearts.

The spring rain is gentle, and the spring rain is beating on the bamboo branches and leaves. The rain sometimes slides down in a straight line, and sometimes drifts with the wind, leaving behind beautiful shadows like smoke, mist, yarn, and silk. The splashing raindrops seem to be the beating notes on the piano, playing a beautiful melody.

Why is the sky so colorful and dazzling? Ah, it turns out that the children are guarding against kites. Under the blue sky and white clouds, various kites are flying freely and soaring. What a refreshing sight!

Ah, everything in spring looks so vibrant. .

Ah, spring is so beautiful! Let us feel the beauty of nature with our hearts.

Essay on Scenery 12

Whenever autumn comes, there are fruit dolls, chrysanthemum sisters, and sweet-scented osmanthus sisters. They will dress themselves up beautifully.

Sister Apple in the orchard sprayed herself with perfume; Brother Orange picked out a yellow dress for herself; Brother Persimmon put on an orange-red coat; Sister Pomegranate put on a half-red and half-red dress. The yellow dress revealed pearl-like teeth.

The chrysanthemum sister in the park is already showing off her grace to people: "Snow White" is waving her long snow-white sleeves, dressed in flawless white; "Golden Queen" is wearing golden clothes, and her whole body is elegance. of fragrance.

The rice fields have become a golden ocean. The golden ears of rice are heavy, bending the waist of the rice stalks. The grass on the hillside has turned yellow, and the heads are lowered listlessly, like a bitch. A frail old father-in-law.

Spring is lovely when flowers bloom, but autumn when fruits are abundant is even more lovable.

Autumn is richer in brilliant colors than spring; autumn is richer in prosperous scenery than spring.

Ah! Beautiful autumn, I love you!

Essay on Scenery 13

Jiangxin Island is a beautiful place, especially where the river is rolling. Oujiang River, towering East Tower and West Tower.

Oujiang is unique. The water in the river is very yellow, like sand. I once suspected that countless grains of sand were poured into the Oujiang River and dyed the water yellow, which is why it is so yellow. But I'm also curious, why are there still small fish and shrimps living in the Oujiang River with so much sand?

The East Tower is a unique attraction. My mother told me that the East Tower has six sides and seven floors. , I walked around it in a circle, and it was exactly what my mother said. There is also a magical banyan tree growing on the top of the tower.

This tree does not need soil to cultivate, but it grows green and green. Moreover, it has lived for more than a hundred years. From a distance, it looks like a green umbrella covering the East Tower!

The west tower is also extraordinary! It is like a castle, layer by layer. There are also Buddha statues inside. It echoes the East Tower. At night, it will emit colorful light, and it can also help people identify the direction. Red, yellow, green, purple, so beautiful!

Look, Jiangxin Island Isn’t it like the paintings painted by painters? It’s so beautiful and spectacular!

Essay on Scenery 14

The scenery on a rainy day is beautiful, and the drizzle blows, It feels really cool and comfortable.

In the park, the small trees are green and green. When it rains, their shapes are more like small green umbrellas, absorbing the moisture of the rain to their heart's content. Their temperament is like the ones on the checkpoints. Revolutionary warriors are generally strong-willed and do not move even a step despite the wind and rain.

The whole patch of grass was so tender that they leaned closely together, supporting each other. When a gust of wind and rain came, they leaned in the same direction together, but they always persisted and refused to fall. As soon as they stopped, they stood up together and looked at the sky, as if to say: Wind, rain, come on, we are not afraid of you, we will never be able to blow down or cross!

There are all kinds of rain and wind. The flowers swayed left and right in the wind and rain, like a group of lovely girls dancing there. They exuded fragrance and rushed towards me along with the wind and rain.

Suddenly, I saw a few birds in the sky. They were flying freely and absorbing the fresh air. They looked at the flowers, plants and trees on the ground and seemed to say: The scenery on the ground is so beautiful. .

Yes, this is green nature, this is the beautiful scenery in the rain!

Essay on Scenery 15

There is a pear tree in my hometown , I heard from grandma that this pear tree is older than me! It watches me grow every day, and I pay attention to it every day. There will be different changes every year in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Today Listen to me talk about its changes in the four seasons!

Spring: The spring girl is here, the pear trees are blooming, attracting bees and butterflies from all over the world to collect nectar and pollinate. At this time, approach the pear tree , you will hear the "buzzing" sound, which is the bee singing: "Come on, come on, there are many flowers here, there are many brothers here, come and collect honey, come and collect honey Yeah..."

Xia: Summer is here, the heat is overwhelming, and everyone comes to the pear tree one after another. The adults gather together to chat, laugh, and enjoy the shade. We children are playing under the tree. At this time , bursts of laughter came from under the tree from time to time.

Autumn: In a twinkling of an eye, Miss Qiu is here, bringing big yellow pears one by one. I will immediately climb up the tree, pick the pears, and give them to everyone to taste. Everyone will say: "It's really beautiful." It’s sweet, not sour at all! This pear is so delicious. ”

Dong: Grandpa Dong came here with the north wind, and white snowflakes fell, covering the branches and roof, our family. Hiding in the house, bursts of laughter could be heard from time to time in the house.

I love the pear trees in my hometown!

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