Write a landscape composition of more than 400 words in the sixth grade.

Speaking of autumn, it is really a season that can make people think high. Not to mention the blue sky that suddenly became Gao Shuang, and the heavy harvest made people linger. Just knocking over the colorful trees on the palette makes people feel that autumn is really a beautiful season. You see, the autumn sky is so blue and so high, and there is no impurity in the blue, which makes people's hearts pure and quiet as water. The autumn wind, without the heat of summer, is slowly cool and refreshing. Autumn flowers are more gorgeous than summer flowers, and the beauty of life is fully displayed in colorful flowers.

Autumn is bright and colorful, and it can't be described by simple colors. Look at the golden rice fields, red sorghum, white cotton, green vegetable beds and colorful flowers, all with their own unique colors, drawing a heavy stroke for autumn. I like autumn, but I have to say that my heart aches for the color of autumn. The ancient poem describing autumn is: "The rain invades the urn and the new moss is green, and the autumn leaves are red." "Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke on the waves." The words Liao Liao are all autumn. Autumn really provides a topic for poets to sing.

Love autumn, not only because of its beauty, but also because it is the harvest season. Spring sowing in summer sowing, autumn is the time to test the results. In the countryside, farmers are busiest in autumn. Whether to hand in a blank sheet of paper will be revealed at this time. In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. Nature always favors hardworking people. As long as you work hard, God will always give you the best harvest. Countless fruits are condensed with many expectant eyes, and golden harvest is full of many longings. In autumn, farmers' smiles are sweet and dreams are fragrant.

Natural autumn is charming because it condenses the essence of the world. Is the autumn of life so beautiful? Now that we have entered the autumn of life, looking back, we can't help but feel uneasy. Although it has also experienced spring sowing and summer sowing, in autumn, there is little joy for farmers. Is my season full of troubles, or am I lazy and failed to live up to the good times? Looking at those immature fruits in the shy bag, I really imagine the simple woman in the painting, smiling at autumn scenery and having a basket full of harvest.

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring." Don't grieve for autumn every autumn, but face everything with a philosophical attitude. Liu Yuxi's T can't help but enlighten people. Although the natural autumn means the end, the autumn of life is not just the end. Through the eager eyes of the peasant woman, I know that my life can actually start in autumn. Yes, since autumn, although we have missed a season, as long as we devote ourselves wholeheartedly and face it bravely, there will still be a fruitful autumn of our own.

Autumn.

The difference between early autumn and late autumn is that one is close to warm spring, and the other is accustomed to walking with winter.

Of the two, I prefer the latter. Late autumn is a barren meaning, but it contains another meaning.

Late autumn is a bleak season everywhere, with bleak leaves and pedestrians in a hurry, surrounded by noisy silence, which is addictive.

In late autumn, there is no helplessness and desolation in winter, and there is no deep cold in winter. What it brings is only a maverick style, changeable, which can be gloomy or bright and warm. Those tender and delicate little things seem willing to fall into the autumn cup, and then flow in every autumn day, silently, but lingering.

It is another autumn, and in every autumn day, I always find a unique feeling in my heart.

The high spirits of spring, the restlessness of summer and the quietness of winter all seem to converge in the blood of autumn. The books I read occasionally are mostly pictures of late autumn, and the world is yellow. Those dull paleness are surrounded by dazzling yellow, and they feel a kind of peace emanating from the bottom of my heart, just like the one they found at the beginning.

Those beautiful romances are like free autumn. Gentle and independent autumn wind kept blowing long black hair, and eyes kept scanning the surrounding scenery. Elegant voices on the leaves are the best accompaniment. Two hearts without impurities meet in a gorgeous moment, writing different stories, either happy or sad.

Autumn is a lonely season, which makes people suddenly feel that the world is an opposite square. When they go far away, they can't see the steps ahead. This season can only be described as quiet. All kinds of feelings are constantly intertwined, becoming silent or more difficult than before, and the most beautiful ones are silently hidden in my heart.

Autumn belongs to the scenery of the past. I always feel so insignificant when I pass by. Only when I am far away, will I understand that this is the real beauty, and the real beauty will be appreciated after I lose it.

Those wrapped autumn days, once upon a time, with the temperature of a cup of coffee, were calm and warm, and also with an unexplained mellow, carefully slipped down my throat and swept into my heart. The ever-changing temperature of the heart becomes stable in this autumn season. It is always warm, just like someone's palm in memory.

Autumn, like a yellowed white shirt, has penetrated into the bottom of my heart. Although it is not eye-catching, it has a familiar fragrance.

Autumn. It is a tree beside the railway track, which has experienced a lot of wind and frost and contains a lot of beauty.

Autumn seems to be the most suitable word for quiet and far-reaching, quiet and silent, and many monologues are constantly communicated with the feeling of mutual affinity.

Accustomed to looking for that indifferent fragrance in the autumn air, smelling it deeply, let it stay in front of the gasp and become eternal.

In autumn, there is no burden in silence, but it floats gently and leaves silently. Only lingering memories are left.

Autumn is a cruel color, only black and white; Autumn is a colorful candy, leaving only greasy bitterness.

snow

There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.

The snow in the evening is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, which can drown everything and have a sense of nudity. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...

Snow is a symbol of cleanliness and auspiciousness, and it is also said that there is snow and good years. But snow has always been silent and cool in my eyes. There is no noise and chaos in the snow. I am the only one in the snow, enjoying the silence and feeling outside the world of mortals.

Rain makes public, regardless of season, I don't know how many melancholy people there will be in a year.

Snow is soft and waxy, and only in cold winter will it float around, cleaning people's dry and annoying souls in a special way.

Snow is quietly spread on the roof, the branches of Yushu Qionghua are quietly blooming, and even the messy shoe prints on the road are covered by new snowflakes. Everything is so quiet, and the snow is quietly decorating the earth.

The dog wagged its tail on the fluffy snow blanket and stepped on the plum blossom carefully. Sparrows flapping their wings swooped down and waited for a while, deliberately swatting off the flashing snowflakes on their wings. The pines and cypresses on the mountain are covered with snow and stand the test of winter.

The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.

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

spring

Gently, quietly, the rain all over the sky; Moisten the earth quietly and gently; Turn green in spring.

In spring, everything wakes up from a deep sleep, trees begin to sprout, and grass grows from hard land. Continuous spring rain moistens the earth, spring breeze slowly irons the earth, soft grass dyes the earth green, and colorful flowers dye the earth red.

Spring is coming, and the wind is laughing! In spring and March, the spring breeze came from afar, and we were caught off guard. We quickly put aside our troubles and worries and ran leisurely on the grassland. The gentle wind makes the grass do sit-ups, and the warm sunshine hits the branches. There is a golden sun in the sky, and a little sunshine shines on us. Sprinkle on the stream, sparkling.

Spring came and the grass smiled. They all came alive one after another. Look, there! There! There! There is dazzling green everywhere. Some people are afraid of the cold, so they come out and hide at home. The grass smiled and said, "Come out quickly. The sky is sunny and the spring is just right on the road. Come out quickly. " They carefully poked out their little heads and emerged from the darkness. The earth suddenly became lush.

Spring has come and the flowers are smiling! Look! Some are in full bloom, some are still in bud, and suddenly! Colorful, they tried their best to decorate the earth, and soon the earth danced.

Spring is coming, and the tree is smiling! Rows of green willows and long soft willow branches dance with the wind on the river bank. Elegant dance is so beautiful and natural. Soon, it turned pink and green.

Spring has come, and Rain is falling all smiles! Just after several rains in Mao Mao, another one came. But it's not boring. Look! Under the wind, Rain is falling all over the place. He jumped over the field and the flowers bloomed. He jumped over the bud and pulled it out. Rain, for a while, passed again.

When spring comes, the animals laugh. Look! Over there, some puppies are playing with eagles to catch chickens. They stopped, as if tired, and fell asleep on the lawn! Show a little smile.

Spring came, and we laughed. Farmers wear vests and hats and work hard in the fields. Although it was raining in Mao Mao, we were never idle and ran out bareheaded. Strolling through the countryside, we saw colorful flowers and cloth all over the countryside, birds dancing happily on the treetops, nesting among flowers and young leaves, and singing happily, accompanying us forward: "Spring can't close the garden." Beautiful flying flowers and green leaves, plants germinate, and fragrant grass grows in spring.

1. Beautiful sunset

As the sun sets, the earth is bathed in the afterglow of rosy clouds, people walk in the streets in twos and threes, and the evening breeze slowly blows the fragrance of flowers and trees, which makes people relaxed and happy, and makes people see the sun and shine.

A crimson sunset glow shone on the western hills, and large white clouds floated in the blue sky. They are flaming purples in the sunset. If you look carefully, you will see clouds flying in the air, just like in a veiled dream, which will keep you away from troubles.

The fish in the pond return to the deep, and the smoke from the kitchen calls for the children to go hand in hand. The light sound of the sunset kissing the earth separates the day from the night. As a result, those tired birds who devoted themselves to the forest, like poems burned by poets, came back with the blood of the sunset. ...

A refreshing night wind came to my face, as if all the troubles and fatigue were ignored, and every nervous nerve in my body was gradually relieved; On the river wrinkled by the wind, there are layers of ripples, reflecting the deep red light, like a river of red agate, shining brightly; The small bamboo forest in the distance glows with green light, the bamboo leaves are gently shaken in the breeze, and the wind blows the rustling sound of leaves, like singing a beautiful song; The wind in the sky is chasing, teasing and tearing at the clouds.

Looking down, a small river-Xiaobeijiang, the hue of bamboo and the glow of sunset glow add a quiet atmosphere to Xiaobeijiang, and the graceful image of bamboo and the magnificent glow of sunset glow make Xiaobeijiang more cordial in people's hearts; Several small fishing boats came home and drew sparkling water lines on the river.

Sometimes birds fly in mid-air, and sometimes I can hear the crisp and melodious chirping of magpies. At this time, I just woke up from the dusk dream.

The sun went down and the burning sunset gradually dimmed.

In a blink of an eye, the last sunset in the western world has melted into the twilight, and the sky is gradually getting dark. The surrounding mountains show an indigo outline, the twilight is getting thicker and the earth is in chaos.

This is like the ending of a symphony, which is beautiful, but gradually turns into silence, causing endless feelings in people's hearts, paving a layer of touching poetry for the evening on campus: "Lonely smoke in the desert, the long river sets the yen" is its unparalleled majestic momentum; "A setting sun is spreading in the water, and half the river is rustling and half the river is red" is its mature charm; "Love on earth is too late" highlights its tranquility ...

Gradually, gradually, the night came, and the intoxicating dusk still appeared in my mind. The beautiful and charming scenery deeply attracted me: my sight, my spirit, my thoughts ... were immersed in this indescribable "dusk map", and I also fell into this inexplicable feeling.

I am reluctant to go, with heavy steps, and quietly left the boundary of this dusk. ...