Excellent composition at dusk

In the usual study, work and life, we often see the figure of composition. The composition needs a complete text structure, and an endless composition should be avoided. Still at a loss for composition? The following is an excellent evening self-study composition I compiled for you. Welcome to draw lessons from and refer to. I hope it helps you.

It's a summer evening, the fiery red sun has been hidden behind the mountain, the rosy clouds have dyed the sky red, and the fishermen shake their boats and call it a day.

At this time, a clear and crisp song came from the depths of the forest. How loud it is! I saw a shepherd boy riding an old cow. You see, he is wearing a golden hat, with big black eyes and a bright smile on his small round face. He sat on the back of a cow, his little feet swaying happily, looking so lively and lovely. The old cow quietly called "Cleisthenes", as if praising the beautiful singing of the shepherd boy!

The shepherd boy was singing happily when there was a crisp cicada singing from a nearby willow tree. Cicada interrupted the beautiful and loud singing of the shepherd boy. He stopped singing and listened carefully.

The shepherd boy's desire to catch cicadas arises spontaneously. He patted the cow and pointed to the cicada in the tree. The bull got the message and approached the cicada carefully and slowly.

Near, near, only one step away from cicada. However, the cicada has not yet felt the danger coming, and still shows its wonderful voice "cicada knows cicada". The shepherd boy stood up slowly from the cow's back and approached the cicada gently with his hand. At that moment, the shepherd boy's hands folded forward, and the cicada creaked and became the shepherd boy's bag.

The shepherd boy jumped down from the cow's back with a swish, revealing a cracked hand, and said with a smile, "Ha ha ha, who let you compete with me in singing?" Now is a disaster! " At this time, cicada, how can you just give up? It kept screaming and struggling in the hands of the shepherd boy, but even so, it didn't help.

The shepherd boy smiled. He jumped on the cow's back and set foot on his way home.

The light rain quietly left after a short release.

I rode back in the evening and looked at the charming scenery, which deeply intoxicated me.

The round sun came out, and the shy face made everything red; The clouds on the horizon have changed into various shapes; The distant mountains sing softly and are spread further by the breeze; Dewdrops dotted on trees and grass give off colorful light under the sunlight. The road is like a million pearls inlaid, shining and stinging me. Look at me again, wisps of golden light are sprinkled on my car, legs and body, and suddenly I feel a warm current all over my body, which makes my blood boil.

The sunset is getting redder and redder, and the sunset gives the world a bright future.

Like clouds coated with nutrition, like plasticine, they are squeezed out by some unknown little urchins, such as horses, pencil necked monkeys and marshmallows, which are really lifelike.

Passers-by strolled on the dirt road, with couples talking and laughing arm in arm, primary school students laughing and slapping each other, and old people enjoying the sunset slowly. They added more beautiful scenery to this sunset picture.

What a beautiful night! It is not as gentle as a girl, nor as naughty as a naughty boy. It is quiet and peaceful here, but it is more lively. In this red world, I would like to forget everything, enjoy the feeling of nature and immerse myself in the charming dusk!

Some people say the sunrise in the morning is the most beautiful, while others say the sunset in the evening is the most beautiful. I think dusk is the most beautiful-it is quiet, serene, gorgeous but not noisy, warm but not cold.

The afternoon is over, and the night comes quietly with a warm breeze and soft songs. The purple wind chimes carefully folded their skirts and said "Long live" to the sun. The sun nodded and hid his face in the vast sea of clouds on the horizon. The sunset put on a new red dress to welcome the arrival of dusk. When the proud sunflower saw the beautiful sunset in her new red dress, she bowed her head in shame. The sun lifted the long skirt of the sunset glow and let the dazzling red fall below the horizon with itself.

Say "hello" to flowers, birds and grass at dusk, and everything in the world is saying "hello!"

Epiphyllum smiled shyly, tender and fat like a bone flower and full to crack. Epiphyllum smiled at the morning glory beside her. She had put on her coat and sat there ready to show it.

Singing a lullaby at dusk, everything in the world fell asleep, and Epiphyllum was also the most beautiful moment in generate's life. Epiphyllum is full of longing for a new day, holding its head high and singing its own hymn for the night:

At dusk, you end a day and a new day is born. You fill all life with longing. ...

The evening sky is getting dark, and the most beautiful moment of the day-dusk has arrived.

At this time, no matter what I am doing, I will stop first and walk quickly to the window to enjoy the beautiful scenery of dusk. I stretch out my hands, breathe fresh air, bid farewell to the day and wave to the night. Then, I will look down at the people outside the window and watch them make noise. At this time, everyone is off work, and the people who buy and sell things in the street do not interfere with each other. It looks messy, but everything is in good order.

I like not only watching them, but also listening to their voices. For example, children cry, business cries, car horns and so on. Maybe you will wonder: Why do I like this harsh noise? Because I think this kind of voice is very human and warms my heart. Sometimes I stare at a person carefully, observe his movements, think about the meaning of his movements and imagine what is going on in his mind. Although I am upstairs, I seem to be that person. I forgot everything, my troubles and even myself. I got a lot of fun from it-the fun of thinking. After watching people flow, I will look up at the sky. The evening sky is not as dazzling as it was during the day, but it emits soft golden light.

Look at the clouds in the sky again. There are several flaming clouds and pure white clouds. Looking at them reminds me of sweet and soft cotton candy; And that hazy color makes me feel like I'm in a fairyland and I feel like I'm on cloud nine.

Thought of here, I'm a little unstable. This is my happiest time. I looked at the crowd for a while, looked up at the sky for a while, waiting for the moment when I passed the night. The scenery at dusk can really make people intoxicated.

Last summer vacation, I spent it in my hometown, and I saw the dusk in my hometown.

The sunset, like a drunk, fell to the west of the mountain. Let water and marriage proposal be half gold and half red.

The dusk in my hometown is beautiful and quiet. The flowers and trees on the roadside fell asleep quietly under the touch of the breeze. However, cordate telosma opened her sleepy eyes. Prepare for the "evening concert". She made rouge with the sunset glow and put it on her red face; Just like a river needs a spray, don't spread your thick hair on the weeping willows by the river, bend down, put your long hair in the running water and wash it slowly. The cheerful river no longer beats, but flows quietly. The water lilies on the river also closed their eyes. Look! There are still drops of water on her eyelashes!

The dusk in my hometown is lively and lively. "Birds return to the forest at dusk", and all kinds of birds rush home. Father and mother birds must find enough food to feed the birds, and only those carefree birds are rushing home in no hurry. The woman who washed clothes by the river came back with clothes. They are talking about new things in the village. The cowboys are also back, and their pockets are full of sweet wild fruits; People working in the fields, everyone with tools, rushed home with a smile.

Soon, plumes of smoke rose from the chimneys of various houses, and symphonies of pots and pans sounded in the kitchen. After dinner, the grandfathers talked about the past and the present together.

As time goes by, a crescent moon has been hung in the sky, and the night in my hometown will be silent, and people who have worked all day will fall asleep. I still remember the beautiful scenery at dusk in my hometown.

The evening in my hometown is not only intoxicating and charming, but also full of modern life.

Walking by the square pond in the village at dusk, you will feel that the village is so comfortable and calm. A touch of blood-red afterglow dyed the water in the square pond red. The evening breeze blew, and the water in the pond became impatient and rippled, like a blood-red silk fluttering. The leaves on the trees are dancing, and some fall in a square pond, just like colorful boats. In the distance, an old man with hale and hearty spirit is fishing by the pond. The beautiful scenery in front of me reminds me of "people traveling on the blue waves in a world of pictorial".

Don't be funny when you come to the villagers' residence. Under the care of dusk, the children playing downstairs are bathed in the afterglow of the sunset. Look, the white-haired grandmother is leading her grandson to buy his favorite dishes! A young couple are also rushing to the vegetable market with their children in their arms! In the vegetable market, vendors' rhythmic shouts, mixed together, are really like jubilant chorus, which permeates the air like afterglow.

The dusk in the countryside is really intoxicating. The afterglow of the setting sun is sprinkled on the red brick and blue tile house, which is covered with a layer of gold. Just like a Chinese painting, it makes people wander in a fairy-tale dream. When the last light faded away, we looked around, and the whole small village was shrouded in dusk, and the lights flashed slightly, flickering. ...

What a beautiful hometown, what a charming dusk, dreamlike and fascinating.

At dusk, the sky in the west is purple, and the sunset glow reflects the clouds. The afterglow of the setting sun makes pedestrians' faces red and the forest golden.

"Hey, hey." Some birds are singing in the distance, and some birds have returned to their nests. They are calling their friends who are still fascinated by the sunset. Soon, flocks of birds came back in droves. It's really "tired birds know where to go"!

At this moment, a bird said, "How about having a party?" "good! All right! Great! " Birds, echoing each other, cheered. Loud music sounded in the forest, birds played drums and French horn, and invited "stars" to a "concert". Singing, applause and cheers can be heard everywhere in the forest ... Little rabbits come, little squirrels come, and even big bears and tigers come, enjoying the concert happily and clapping their hands and exclaiming. Unconsciously, a few hours passed. ...

After a long time, the concert was over and the animals reluctantly left. It was already late at night, and there was a sleepy silence everywhere.

The bird has fallen asleep and entered a sweet dream. At this time, only the little star in the sky is still blinking naughtily.

On this day, I stood on the balcony and saw the lovely dusk.

Just after the rain, the cool wind brushed my face through the screen window. In the sky, there are fish-scale markings in the distance, from sky blue to purplish red, from purplish red to red, from red to orange, then to orange yellow, medium yellow, and finally to dazzling golden yellow!

It seems that naughty clouds have knocked over the palette, that the sky has changed into a dress, and that a magical magician has turned the sky into a beautiful color and the opposite building into golden yellow! But the sun hides behind the building shyly, which is particularly mysterious.

After a while, the dazzling golden color faded, but immediately it showed a faint sunset glow, which reminded me of Xiao Hong's Burning Cloud. "Red for a while, gold for a while, purple and yellow for a while, gray and lily for a while. Grape ash, pear yellow and eggplant purple are all in the sky, and there are some colors that can't be said or seen. " At this time, I once again deeply realized this living scenery!

Gradually, the sky returned to sea blue, only the trace of Xia Hong in the distance, like a layer of yarn and a red ribbon, was blown in the air by the wind, which was particularly beautiful.

Finally, only the cool wind continued to blow. ...

At dusk, I sat by the window alone, looking up at the sky, and saw the geese flying south in the shape of "people". Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and I was shivering with cold. I looked up, and the wind blew a dark cloud.

It's getting dark, and the light in the room is getting dim. Suddenly, a "crash" startled me, and it rained heavily.

Rain hits the glass, making a "snapping" sound; Rain hits the bamboo pole, making a "ping ping" sound; The rain hits the ground and makes a "rushing" sound ... These sounds are really like a beautiful symphony when mixed together. Rain is a musician.

Rain hits the roof, forming rain fog, just like putting a veil on the house. The rain hit the big tree and hung a long bead curtain on it. Oh! Rain is not only a musician, but also a fashion designer.

It began to rain heavily and people in the street began to open umbrellas. There are red umbrellas, yellow umbrellas, green umbrellas and blue umbrellas ... These umbrellas have different shapes, and some umbrellas have some colorful stripes on their edges. There is also a small windmill on the tip of the umbrella. A gust of wind blew, and the small windmill turned and turned ... In an instant, the ground became an ocean of umbrellas, and umbrellas floated around in the "ocean" ...

Suddenly, a flash of lightning pierced the black sky. It is raining harder.

Gradually, the distance is blurred, and only one roof can be seen in the tall building. Later, the scenery nearby was not clear.

After a while, the rain stopped and the air was fresh. I opened the window, and there was a cool breeze blowing head on.

I like the rainstorm at dusk, not only because it has artistic talent, but also because it can refresh the air and wash the soul.

Excellent composition at dusk 10 I love quiet and warm dusk, and the summer dusk is the most unforgettable thing for me.

In the evening, my sister and I came to "? The riverside is the longest river in China. The glory of the sunset is shrouded in fine sand, and the wind comes at me with flowers, giving me a pleasant feeling. Birds in tall buildings spread their wings in the afterglow of sunset.

We came to the "Jin Dadi" Square, where the rustling of the wind and the frolicking of children merged into a symphony. A round of orange sunset is embedded in the light blue sky, and circles of orange halo spread around, dyeing the surrounding clouds golden yellow, as if it were a magnificent freehand painting. This is the magnificent sunset. At this moment, I heard my sister shout, "Look, how beautiful?" Yes, it seems to be a gorgeous brocade that only a goddess can weave. Looking at the lake, you can only see the green and quiet lake shining golden in the sunset. All this constitutes a magnificent sunset.

I am immersed in the beautiful scenery. Although this beautiful scenery is only a moment, it gives people infinite warmth and beauty.

Although the spring dusk is not better than the summer dusk, it also has its own characteristics, such as the clouds on the horizon are always dyed red; Hard-working painters always paint the evening sky yellow; Clouds on the horizon always surround the mountain side ... this is the best visual feast that nature gives us. I really hope that the world will not be polluted and destroyed. Let's join hands to protect this beautiful scenery and prevent black smoke from polluting it. Come on!

Excellent composition in the evening 1 1 The evening is gorgeous. But the night was monotonous. The sky is still golden, but yellow is hollow, like a painting by a child who just went to kindergarten. The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves and brutally scratched a student's face.

He walked past a classmate. The classmate looked at the test paper in his hand and smiled: "Li Jie, you failed in the exam again!" " It doesn't matter, winning or losing is a common occurrence in military strategists. ""Xiaoqing, thank you. " Li Jie said, and gave a wry smile, "but I think I will never make progress. Xiaoqing, you are a top student. I am a poor student. Why do you want to go with me? "

"We are friends! By the way, Li Jie, your grades are not good. Why don't I help you make up lessons after school every day? "

Li Jie nodded, his eyes filled with tears of excitement.

So, after class every day, Xiaoqing will make up lessons for Li Jie. Xiaoqing's course is simple and easy to understand. Li Jie has made rapid progress.

In an exam, Li Jie got full marks. This surprised the teacher. After school, a group of students gathered around Li Jie's seat and asked, "Li Jie, haven't you always been a poor student?" Why did you get full marks again? ""Yes, Li Jie, come on! " Li looks at Xiaoqing in the next group. Xiaoqing also looked at him and smiled. Li Jie said mysteriously to his classmates, "The secret can't be revealed. "

Walking on campus, Li Jie saw that the evening sky changed color. The sun shone softly on him, making him suddenly feel so warm. Li Jie took out a pen and paper and wrote on the paper: It's always like this at dusk. However, the little me changes in the same dusk, just like a butterfly. Butterflies need flowers to rely on, and I need friendship to rely on. I leaned against it in this sunshine. Dusk should be gorgeous.

When he finished writing, he saw the clouds in the sky smiling at him mysteriously. ...

The sunset falls on the other side of the sky like a drunken red-faced drunk, reflecting the water and the sky half red and half gold.

The dusk in the country is beautiful and quiet.

The flowers and grass on the roadside fell asleep quietly under the touch of the slow evening breeze, while the cordate telosma was dressed up and ready to attend the "evening concert" They make rouge with gorgeous sunset glow, draw beautiful red faces, make long skirts with golden sunshine and wear them on flexible waist; Ask Sister Tao for a beautiful peach blossom and put it in her colorful hair ... The weeping willows by the river tie her tall hair in a bun, take off the beautiful butterfly knot, bend down and let her long hair hang down into the running water and wash and dress quietly.

The naughty river no longer jumps, but flows quietly. The water lilies in the river have closed their eyes, and water drops are still hanging on their curved eyelashes. All the small fish in the river have gone home. Their parents must have called them back for dinner!

At sunset, birds return to the forest in the western hills, and all kinds of birds rush to their nests. The parents of the birds had to take the food they found home, and only some playful birds were still rushing home.

Soon, the sun "withdrew from the rivers and lakes and retired to the mountains." At this time, it became very dark around and nothing could be seen clearly. Only a few stars twinkle on the horizon, dotted with the dim sky.

Li Shangyin wrote in a poem: "to see the sun, for all his glory was buried in the coming night." Life is short, so we should seize this short time and bloom our beauty.

Excellent composition at dusk 13 charming summer dusk

I like the quiet and warm dusk. What I will never forget is the summer dusk.

One summer evening, my sister and I chased each other and came to the river with a smile. This is the paradise that our children yearn for most. The afterglow of the sunset enveloped the fine sand, and the breeze came with the fragrance of flowers. Pigeons in the high building are flying against the afterglow of the sunset.

Soon, the afterglow of the sun gradually disappeared and the moon came out.

My sister and I sat on the grass, watching the moonlight. The moon is very small, like a plate, and the surrounding clouds cover its beautiful face like wisps of gauze from time to time. The moon is always so sad and poetic.

In a short time, the moonlight gradually dimmed, and the faint moonlight quietly sprinkled on the earth and shone on the water, shining with microwaves and silver. Moonlight illuminates the vast rivers and touches everything on the earth. Looking around, the scene in front of us is like a late-night ink painting.

The pale blue sky is embedded with a touch of orange sunset glow, which spreads around and dyes the surrounding clouds golden yellow.

At dusk, there are not only beautiful sunsets, flowers, pigeons spreading their wings in the wind, but also a pair of happy sisters. I am immersed in the beautiful scenery. Although this beautiful scenery is only a moment, it gives people infinite warmth and beauty!

14 I always thought that nowadays, the life of the elderly is becoming more and more colorful, and recalling the past is no longer a lonely lamp. No, my point of view was well verified today.

Going to the park early in the morning, I saw a group of people, mostly white-haired old people, running over to watch. It turned out to be a small music party. Several old people are playing various musical instruments, including flute, pipa and erhu, some of which can't be named. The conductor is also an old man, tall and thin. With the shaking of the commanding arm, the white hair on his head is also dancing smartly. This situation suddenly reminds me of karajan, which is really similar.

The content of the music is varied. Originally a graceful Peking opera, it was later changed into a high-pitched and sad Bangzi opera, and soon became an elegant and exquisite Kunqu opera. There are various ways, each person only sings one song and takes turns to go into battle. Everyone is very devoted, singing very attentively, speaking clearly and looking more radiant. The audience also sang softly and listened slowly, and it was peaceful. They didn't applaud, and everyone's hearts were gathered together by music and forgot their existence.

In the late Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin once issued a pessimistic lament that "to see the sun, for all his glory was buried in the coming night". But today, I want to change a few words to make it closer to the wonderful life of the elderly now, and that is: "Seeing the sun, despite its glory, the scenery in the evening is better!" "

Excellent composition in the evening 15 The evening is beautiful and short. No one knows when it existed, but it was born when the universe appeared. But it doesn't matter. What matters is the beauty of dusk.

In the city, whenever dusk comes, everything is quiet. Everyone watched the fiery red clouds "fly" in the sky, like fairies descending to earth, which was intoxicating.

In the country, the shepherd boy drives the cattle and walks on the path described by dusk. Walking through the dusk, the old cow also gained a moment of holiness from fatigue. Look at the willow girl by the pond. Her long green hair turned into a glittering crown, reminiscent of the poem written by Xu Zhimo: The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset, and the beautiful image in the waves ripples in my heart. Coupled with the goldfish jumping in the pool, the photographer took this most beautiful scene at dusk. The poor family is short of light because there is no light. At this time, the arrival of dusk makes people feel warm and grateful.

By the sea, the golden beach is like a sparkling carpet, spreading out to the home of the sea, and the sea is also illuminated by dusk, as if there were a little gold dust scattered in it.

In the park, some old people sat in chairs, smiling and telling their past stories, and then helpers appeared at dusk, adding a trace of time to the indescribable picture; Some people are confessing to people who have loved for a long time, and then the evening rendering highlights a romantic atmosphere; There are also children dancing in the figure of eight, and their small shadows are reflected in the evening. It is really unspeakable happiness.

At dusk, it is beautiful and short, painting beauty and freezing beauty for people. At dusk, we love you