Writing a composition: the beauty of a person's home scenery.

1. The beautiful scenery of hometown is highly rewarded, and the good scenery is +30 points.

The scenery in my hometown is very handsome, simple and full of vitality. Different from the city's feasting and drunkenness, the city is a distorted landscape deliberately created. Pastoral scenery is the most natural, charming and dusty scenery.

Look, the sun rises in Ran Ran, and the red fireball burns slowly behind the mountain. I still remember the legend told by my grandparents that a fairy lived behind the mountain and was in charge of the setting of the sun every day. Look, the green bamboo leaves seem to stretch out after a night of dew brewing, elegant and dignified as a fairy, and seem to have a little coquetry feeling; The pine tree is still proud, like a father with a straight face; The wind ran lazily, giving the cuckoo girl's token of love to her brother Du Fu, waking up the sleeping animals, bringing the news of Xiquan, and rushing the whispers of flowers to my ears. Older people get up early, or go to the bridge, or swing their arms, or go to the fields to pull vegetables all day, feed chickens and ducks, and pick up eggs. ...

The river is cold in You Lan. It's really comfortable to have a look! All the aunts and grandmothers bent over, washed clothes comfortably in the shade, and talked about the new things that happened recently. Children are the most active now. Or touch the shrimp, in the clear stream, between the rocks, under the mud, staring at the sparkling eyes, waiting for the shrimp to trap themselves. After a while, it will stir up the water uninvited-this is a boy's job; The girl is very quiet, accompanying her grandmother to find some delicious wild vegetables in the field, occasionally chasing beautiful butterflies, and then playing in the green fields, or asking several female companions to play together to move the house, or watching the boy climb the tree and fall off the green wild fruit.

Maybe climbing a mountain is a good decision. The scenery on the mountain is beautiful: green grass, red wild camellia, pale white flowers, furry dog tails, dark soil, chestnut green slates ... The boys scared the girls-there were snakes, and the scared girls quickly took back their hands to pick flowers, which made everyone laugh. A group of people climbed the mountain unswervingly. Tired, they sat down to have a rest. The boy made up a joke for everyone in Doby. The girl sang a song for everyone, and two blushes appeared on her cheeks after singing-after all, it was a girl! After singing, I said that I had enough rest and a group of people continued to climb the mountain. When you reach the top of the mountain, you can have a look in the distance. What a unique scenery! You see, you see, the ravine has become a potholed ditch, and the flat and endless fields are unobstructed. The winding roads are like streams, with cars like leaves and people like ants. Hee hee, that's fun. Enough fun. It's time to go down the mountain. The sun is going down soon. In case it gets dark, wild animals will come to catch the children. A group of people went down the hill laughing and slapping.

Yes, the afterglow falls on the river, and the river flows quietly, reflecting the extinguished sun, like a ribbon, fluttering gently, and from time to time there are small fish rolling and splashing golden water.

It's night now, and the small village should be very quiet. The moonlight is dim, and people in twos and threes gather on the marble bridge, some chatting, some in order, some sitting, lying and standing to enjoy the cool. Street lamps emit dim light and scatter it on people, bridges and water ... It's late at night, maybe there are still some lights on in the house, smiling implicitly in the distance of night. It's time for bed. Stars don't blink.

This is my hometown, my beloved hometown, and I love its beauty, profundity and exquisiteness. The scenery in my hometown is the life in my hometown. There are no historical sites, no tourists and no prosperity in the city. Yes, just a leisurely life, beautiful and charming undiscovered scenery and simple customs.

There is a composition describing the scenery and human feelings in my hometown. I haven't been back to my hometown for a long time, and I was born and raised on the farm land. I miss this place in my heart, so I decided to go back to my hometown, a familiar and vague land.

Sitting on a motorcycle, the trees on both sides of the cement road fly backwards, and the road is as continuous as silk, with no end in sight. Behind the road is a winding dirt road, and the path is continuous and goes deep into the countryside. On the way, the scenery was beautiful, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I just want to see the happy fields in my hometown. After a long journey, the destination has finally arrived. As soon as the feet on the motorcycle touched the soil, the simple and heavy rural flavor had penetrated into my heart. Ah! Hometown, my dear hometown.

I have just returned to my hometown, and I don't know why, so I can't help walking to the fields in my hometown. The field is actually my hometown. She supported our whole village. I grew up in her arms.

Walking in the field, my mood suddenly became relaxed. A piece of green in the field, like a green silk thread, is spread on the land. Breeze blowing, filar silk like fluttering on the jumping * * * *, gentle as water, slim. Looking leisurely into the distance, there are endless green hills, guarding this field like soldiers on guard. Look at the blue sky again, how clear and pure. The whole field is full of infinite peace and harmony.

Not far from me, an old farmer is farming in the field. He is wearing a straw hat bronzed by the sun. Even so, the sun shone on his wrinkled face. His skin is as black as this field, but his body is still strong. I walked into him and seemed to naturally ask, "Do you still have to work so hard now?" Facing my strange question, he was not too surprised. He just replied with a strong accent: "The rice will be cut soon!" " ""Rice grows well and will have a good harvest. "I continued. Hearing this, his mouth showed a rare white color and he looked at the seedlings in the field with gratified eyes. This green seedling will turn golden one day.

After chatting with the old farmer for a while, I walked along the field path composed of footprints to the village. My hometown has changed a lot. The former Heiwa Red College was replaced by Biwahu Cement. Along the way, I met many faces I had never seen before, but I didn't feel too strange, because they all had dark skin, thick shoulders and solid steps. They all shed sweat and thoughts on this land; They are all simple and diligent children in this field.

Time, like a breeze blowing through your fingers, like endless running water, quietly comes and goes. But my hometown has not been washed away, because the fields are still sweating silently.

3. To write about the beauty of hometown, you can write about the beauty of people, things and scenery. I moved from Xuhui District to live at 55 1 Yan 'an West Road, only for a short period of more than one year. Aunt Xiaofeng in our residential building never realized the familiarity in the eyes of a primary school student, and she left a deep impression on me. She is short and dark, and her tone of voice is always sincere and frank.

One day in the summer vacation, I chatted with my mother and some grandmothers. Grandma in room 303 next door said to us, "Feng Xiao is so nice! The other day, my daughter came to see me. Early in the morning, I went to the market to buy food. Alas, I am old, with a basket of vegetables in my hand, and I have to walk several flights of stairs to get home. I happened to meet Xiao Feng. He took the vegetables from me, helped me upstairs step by step, and said to me, "Look out! Be careful! "

"And, and," said Wang's grandmother. "On one occasion, I was reading a newspaper at home and there was a child crying downstairs. When I opened the window, it turned out that Zhang's little grandson accidentally fell to the ground while playing. I saw Xiao Feng pick him up, gently pat off the dust on his body, take him into the concierge, comfort him and coax him to play. Feng Xiao is really helpful. "

"Yes," Shen said, "Xiaofeng helped me, too. One day, I went to a relative's house and suddenly it rained heavily. My laundry was hanging outside, but I didn't bring it in. I thought it was all over. When I came home anxiously, my neighbor gave me clothes. She told me that when it rained, Xiaofeng estimated that I was not at home, and Xiaofeng enthusiastically helped me take the clothes in. "

"Really," I couldn't help thinking of something I saw. "Aunt Xiaofeng is very responsible and serious about the cleaning work in our community. I often see her, get up early to clean up and tidy up the community. She will also take care of some things outside the scope of work. Once, my father took me to class and happened to meet Aunt Xiaofeng. At this time, a foreigner wanted to walk into our residential building, but Aunt Xiaofeng stepped forward and asked him warily who he was. The man replied' I send advertising paper', and Aunt Xiaofeng said' We don't need advertising paper here, please don't come in', so the man had to go. Aunt Xiaofeng told us that sometimes, these people will take advantage of the carelessness of the residents in the community and steal things. Therefore, these foreign idlers cannot be allowed to enter and leave at will. "

"Yes, Xiao Feng is indeed a good example for our residents."

On a quiet night, I sat under the lamp with a pen in my hand, describing the good deeds done by Aunt Xiaofeng and describing these excellent qualities of Aunt Xiaofeng. Now the community we live in has been transformed, and the environment of the community has become more and more neat and beautiful, with green trees and blue sky. There are more and more residents in our community. They are as enthusiastic and concerned about the collective as Aunt Xiaofeng. Civilized environment and civilized residents will make our society more and more beautiful.

4. Write a composition about the beautiful scenery of my hometown 160 The spring girl approached slowly with rustling footsteps. The first ray of sunshine sprinkled on the earth, awakened the sleeping glaciers and made the river more charming and beautiful. The river happily sang the song "Hurry, Hurry". What a cheerful song, it makes people feel relaxed and happy. The first spring breeze gently touched, the grass quietly drilled out of the soil and enjoyed the touch of the spring breeze. The first birdsong broke the silence of the morning and attracted colorful birds, including happy birds and sparrows. . They landed on the newly sprouted branches, chirping and singing, as if they were happy for the arrival of spring! In the field, green wheat seedlings, golden rape flowers, endless, blue sky, white clouds, reflected in the clear river. Flowers are blooming, colorful and dazzling. As the saying goes, "I miss opera and dance from time to time." No, beautiful butterflies join in the fun and dance among the flowers. Butterfly's good friend, the bee, is here. Holding hands, they danced among the flowers and collected honey. How happy and comfortable it is for bees to carry honey buckets and butterflies to flap their wings!

"Luo, Luo. . "Looking down the sound, I saw a hen in the field in front of the house, leading a group of chickens to feed in the field. Where is the rooster? Walking around in the "big army" is really like a "scout". Once in danger, it will giggle, and the hen will immediately take the chick to a safe place.

Ah, spring, I love you; Spring in the country, I love you more!

The beauty of nature exists in you, me and everything in the world-"As long as you understand and appreciate it, anything can become art", yes, the agility of discovery inspired this beauty. Beauty is both common and rare. Sometimes, she doesn't often appear in front of you; Sometimes, he needs your heart to catch it. There is no shortage of beauty in life. What is missing is the eyes that find beauty. Indeed, beauty is everywhere, but it needs to be discovered.

Russian Chinese writer Lev? Tolstoy once said, "A person is cute not because he is beautiful, but because he is cute." Yes! A person's beauty, he should not only be beautiful in appearance, but also be beautiful in heart. A beautiful mind must have beautiful ideals. Only by striving for one's own ideal can one achieve perfect beauty.

I didn't know much about beauty before. At that time, I thought beautiful people were beautiful women. However, one thing changed my view of beauty.

I remember I was ten years old. One day, I played football in the open space. Suddenly, I found two passers-by pointing at my back and whispered, "Look how fat he is, so fat when he is so young. I wonder what he will become when he grows up?" Say that finish, they walked away. I felt very sad when I heard this. I think: fat is fat. What's so strange about it? I'm not the only one who is fat in the world. However, their words reminded me again, right! If I am so fat, then ... I dare not think about it any more.

6. My hometown is very beautiful. Write a scene. First of all, my hometown is beautiful and rich. There are beautiful scenery, rolling mountains, dense forests and flowing rivers … I like the forests in my hometown best. There are many trees on the mountain, which looks like a green ocean from a distance. There are litchi trees and longan trees in the forest ... In spring, trees grow new branches and green leaves. Litchi trees and longan trees are blooming. The flowers of litchi trees are thin, dense and curved, like bee nests. The tender leaves feel comfortable and soft, and the leaves are shiny. I really want to pick them and play with them, but I don't want to, because leaves also have life. This tree, like handfuls of green umbrellas, formed this big forest, which attracted the whole village and everyone was full of praise. In summer, litchi tree longan tree bears fruit and gives us delicious fruit. Trees grow luxuriantly, and dense branches and leaves seal the forest tightly. The leaves are lush and there is no gap in the sun. There is a big river in the middle. The river is cool and clear, so clear that you can see stones and small fish deposited at the bottom. In autumn, other fruit trees are full of fruit. A harvest scene, the summer heat is gone, the trees are dyed, and the fruit trees are fragrant, which makes people linger and enjoy themselves. They can't help but exclaim loudly: "Autumn is so beautiful!" Mango and wampee trees also bear fruit. Pick one and eat it. It's delicious! In winter, fallen leaves dance like butterflies. Whenever I want to go to the Woods, I will take a specimen and pick up the fallen leaves in it. If you want to do it well, give it to your relatives and friends. I can't help admiring: "My hometown is really beautiful!" I love the Woods in my hometown, the beautiful scenery and the happiness it brings us.

Second, in the ancient forest, all the trees are like dead buildings, but only the moon is moving slowly. Perhaps this is a dark paradise, so that even with the comfort of the moon, it is still bleak; Perhaps this is where the lonely soul is, so that even if the sun shines, it is still cold; Or maybe this is the eternal paradise for trees, because only in this way can trees live longer without human interference. Grandma often tells me stories about her childhood, especially the small forest that reminds her. According to grandma, I grew up in that forest when I was a child. I remember when I was a child, the Woods in my hometown were lush. At that time, I was a child who knew nothing about fart. I always wanted to play when I went to the Woods, and I was full of curiosity about everything. I asked my grandmother what it was, and then I asked what it was. Grandma is "born and raised in the mountains" and knows everything in the mountains like the back of her hand. She always introduces me word for word, earnestly, and I don't mind listening at all, just nodding casually. The songs of birds are intoxicating, and the Woods in my hometown are "birds' paradise" and a "stage" for birds to "show their voices".

7. Describe the most beautiful scenery in my hometown-Luhai in Pingxiang.

In the morning, I arrived in Jiuzhai, got on the environmental protection tour bus, and left the buzzing mountain gate. Sedi (a beautiful girl) dressed in Tibetan clothes began to tell the legend of Jiuzhai: A long time ago, the male fairy Dago and the female fairy Warnocedi were deeply in love, and Dago carefully built a mirror for Sedi. Unexpectedly, Sudi accidentally missed. At this time, Lotus Leaf Village passed by the window, and the hunting prayer flags were washed in a hundred years of wind and rain, conveying prayers and blessings. Looking back at Gu Song in Lotus Leaf Village, the bonsai beach in a trance also passed by in a hurry.

The scream of the little girl sitting in front woke me up, and the reed sea came into view: a clear and glittering blue brook meandered through the vast reed, like a sapphire inlaid in gold, and I immediately "wow". At this time, the whole car has stood up and looked left, and the children's screams are endless. The tour guide smiled and reminded: "Please pay attention to safety." Outside the window, Haizi is covered with slightly yellow reeds, reflecting the blue sky and the blue water. Occasionally, unknown waterfowl will walk through the reeds, and the wiped ripples are like the ripples on the quiet reeds. I seem to have entered the fairy tale world, or a beautiful watercolor painting. Facing the color and beauty of the reed sea, I finally realized that language is pale and powerless. I can't describe the blue bend that still appears in my dreams from time to time except the general praise for the wonderful workmanship.

A clear stream twists and turns, taking me into heaven.

8. Write a composition with beautiful mind and scenery of about 290 words. As time goes by, the past events gradually fade away in my memory, but there is still one person I can't forget.

On the busy street, pedestrians come and go. Suddenly, I saw an old man, tired and leaning against a distant corner. I looked at the old man carefully. He was ragged and scrawny, his dark face twisted like a dead tree root, and his eyes slightly opened to look at passers-by. Although the street was crowded with people and beautiful leather shoes crossed the beautiful sidewalk, no one stopped to look at him.

I saw that he looked sad. Does he need a glass of sweet ice water in this hot summer? Maybe I need people's comfort and encouragement when I think of my dead relatives again? I really want to help him, but as a child, there is nothing I can do to help him. In the end, I am indifferent.

Suddenly, I don't know whose wallet fell in front of the old man. When the old man saw it, he quickly got up, picked up his wallet and asked the pedestrians in front. But the pedestrian said no, and the old man was worried, so he went back to the corner and waited for the owner of the wallet to pick it up. At this time, a middle-aged woman came eagerly to this side, looking for something with her head down, and kept talking to herself: "I remember I brought money!" " Where did you put it? "The old man saw it and hurried forward, handed the wallet to the middle-aged woman and asked," Is this the wallet you just dropped? ""The middle-aged woman looked at it carefully and said excitedly, "OK-OK-thank you very much!" The old man said, "You're welcome, you're welcome. If it is yours, I should give it to you. Do you think there is less money? " The middle-aged woman opened her purse and counted it. She said happily, "no more, no less, thank you!" " Then he took out 50 yuan, stuffed it into the old man's hand and said, "Here's 50 yuan for you. You can use it to buy some food or a dress. " The old man quickly said, "No, no, I don't need it." Then the old man came back.

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The old man in rags left a deep impression on me. Although he is ugly in appearance, he is extremely kind at heart. His spirit of finding money still inspires me to move forward.