Writing on the theme of scenery

No matter in school or in society, everyone has written a composition. Composition requires a complete text structure, and endless composition should be avoided. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my composition on scenery, welcome to share.

Writing on the topic of scenery 1 When the sunset glow is dedicated to its most beautiful side, dusk has quietly arrived. When the sunset is hidden in the mountains, the twilight has been flashing in the farmhouse. The mountains in the distance are shrouded in thin rain and fog, showing a hazy picture. It should be very pleasant to take your own steps in such a drizzle.

Walking in the rain, enjoying the fragrant earthy smell. At this moment, we don't need to hold an umbrella or stop. We just need a sincere heart and a pair of bright eyes to watch this hazy picture.

Considering the meaning of "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night", at first, I just felt that I didn't like dusk between the lines. Later, I found that it had described the relationship between sunset and dusk to the fullest.

"The moonlight at home is how bright!" Expressed the poet's homesickness. Indeed, looking at the moon in a foreign land, we can't help but think of our childhood in our hometown. Remember how happy we were when we played in the pond. At night, we lie in our mother's arms and look at the bright moon. Soon we fell asleep. How naive we are. Now that I have embarked on the road of studying, I can't help thinking of my hometown and my childhood.

Looking back, we can see the rolling mountains from a distance. Pine, bamboo, birch and cypress make the barren Shan Ye full of vitality, and at the same time add a lot of affection to the beautiful scenery of the mountain village. It's late at night, and the originally quiet mountain village is quieter. Only the mountain depicts a dynamic beauty of ups and downs. Ah, Dashan, you are so beautiful and amazing. It is both refreshing and confusing.

Beautiful mountain village scenery, you are really so beautiful, if calculated by the level of Chinese painting. You are the best of them.

He stood among the green hills and became a beautiful scenery in my heart. -inscription

Standing on the shoulders of years through the eyes of history. Back in Qingshan, he slowly walked into my heart.

Mountains and ravines are foggy, and round after round of sunshine shines on a farmhouse and an acre of farmland. He, Tao Qian, chanted "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and looking at Nanshan". He slowly picked some longevity flowers and strolled leisurely among a handful of new green flowers. Mountains and rivers are his yearning, and stars are his burning heart. Like a hermit, walking in the mountains. The footprints on the mountain are his heart; Poetry floating in the clouds is his back mountain, and the forest is his home.

I seem to be walking with him, looking for him without turning around and leaving. Next to his cold house, I smelled the fragrance of solitary chrysanthemum and looked at his face carved by time. He has a full understanding of the evils of officialdom and the filth of the people. He also left, waved his sleeves without leaving a complaint, and took away a piece of white cloud, which fell in the dark with the waves, because there was a belief in his heart called "indifference". After retirement, he lived more contentedly and excellently. The red leaves by the window fell into the fleeting years, so I left Tao Qian in the mountains.

Yes, if he gives up betrayal just for a meager official salary, he is just a puppet of interests, a slave of money and a prisoner of power! If his life is covered by interests, his life is worthless. Because of his indifference, Tao Yuan Yingshan embarked on another spiritual journey in life. In front of the vast world, people are only addicted to what they have and don't know it. At this moment, they have joined the vast sea of people, without indifference and relaxation.

Composition 3 on the topic of scenery. You don't have a graceful figure, only rough skin tells your story; You have no colorful flowers, only powerful arms to interpret your greatness; You are not sentimental, only silent tenderness flows in your heart. In my mind, you are the most beautiful scenery on campus-the old elm tree.

"The wind does not shake, but it is automatic without wind." You say this is a kind of pride, not comparing with others and not attaching to them; Don't hurt the past, don't grieve for autumn, you say this is calm, this is calm.

When I first met you, I was only a freshman in grade seven. The season of "leaves falling like the spray of a waterfall" always causes girls' infinite worries. Rough bark can't hide your endless vicissitudes, and yellow leaves are dancing aimlessly in the rustling autumn wind. Picking up a yellow leaf, my heart is full of worries.

"Is the leaf leaving because of the wind chasing or because the tree doesn't stay?" I sighed helplessly, not knowing whether to ask myself or you. You are silent, but there is a loud reading sound in your ear. "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor; Fall in love with the floor, also said that worry about new words ... "

Is this your answer to me? At that time, I didn't understand. I just keep it in mind silently. In this autumn, the old elm accompanied me to watch Huang Die dance with the tree "into spring mud to protect flowers" ... and finally entered the eighth grade. When I saw you, all those inexplicable sorrows were gone a year ago. Seeing you, I finally know that maturity is calm and calm without hurting the past and mourning the autumn; Instead of pretending to be a precocious teenager and compassionate.

Composition 4 "Whoa whoa whoa ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… The air is really good, walking on the country road, the crystal dew on the wheat is rolling naughtily, and the flowers are smiling.

Spring is the season when everything revives. Grass sticks out from the ground, willow shoots new branches, many ducks and big white geese swim on the thawed river, and the fields are covered with wheat, like a big green carpet. Farmers are watering and fertilizing these "green hairs"

Summer is a scorching season, the sun is burning like the earth, and cicadas are whispering in the trees. The farmer's uncle may still be working in the fields wearing a straw hat, fearless and exhausted. Looking at the wheat layer, I am very happy. In the evening, people who have worked hard all day sing sweet sleep with crickets.

Autumn is the harvest season. The fields are covered with golden armor, and the corn stalks are covered with huge corn cobs, emitting a faint fragrance. The little apples on the apple tree are cute, too. Rural roads can be regarded as traffic. The farmer's uncle has a happy smile on his face. The carriage is full of white cotton, yellow oranges and orange corn, and red apples.

In winter, everything becomes a snowy world. The roof, fields and soil are covered with thick white coats. Today is the Spring Festival. The street is very lively, with big lanterns hanging. There are all kinds of fireworks in the sky. They are very beautiful!

The scenery in the country is really beautiful. I prefer the scenery in my hometown and the hardworking people!

At the end of last month, my parents and I came to the beautiful paradise village and started our trip to the paradise village.

We chose a farmhouse as our temporary rest place, which made us feel at home. Put down your luggage and come to the stream in front of the door. This stream is crystal clear. Standing on the bridge, you can see the pebbles at the bottom of the stream. We took off our shoes and socks and walked into the stream. This stream is as cool as stepping on ice in summer. Standing in the water, looking at the sun in the west and the stream in the distance, turned yellow, just like the color of the sun and water mixed together. We play in the water, and we will raise the mountain. We reluctantly went back to the farmhouse to prepare for tomorrow's trip.

The next morning, we started climbing the mountain with dry food and water on our backs. There are dense green trees along the way. Birds can be heard singing beautifully everywhere.

After a while, we heard the sound of running water, and we could see a white ribbon hanging down from the mountainside. When you look closely, it looks like a nine-day galaxy falling from the sky. As said in Li Bai's poem, "When the Milky Way flies down to thousands of feet, it will be doubtful for nine days". Standing on the edge of the waterfall, the waterfall slaps the rocks and splashes. It was sunny there just now, but it's raining in Mao Mao!

We continued to climb, and there were strange peaks and rocks everywhere along the way. We walked along the winding mountain road, step by step to the top of the mountain: Nantianmen. When I looked back, the mountain was right under my feet. I seemed to be stepping on a cloud, and there was a feeling that all other mountains were short under the sky ... Dad stood on the highest rock and held out his hand, as if he could touch the blue sky. Looking back at the rugged roads we climbed up the mountain, we can see that all these were trampled by the Liu Deng army at that time. It is conceivable how hard the Red Army worked at that time!

We stayed on the mountain for a long time and really wanted to take all the beauty of this mountain into our pocket. The sun is setting in the west, so we have to take the cableway down the mountain.

On Sunday morning, I got up early and strolled in the streets of Licheng, enjoying the pleasant scenery of the city in the early morning.

Walking in the street, I looked at the east, only to see a light passing through the clouds, sprinkled on the earth, sprinkled on people's faces, and coated with a layer of Hui Jin, as if giving each morning glow a title and everyone's hair. At the same time, I felt the morning in my ears, the noise was cool and silent, the horn of the car was ticking, and only the morning wind sang in my ears, blowing a little hair on my body.

People who run in the morning are enjoying the beauty of natural ecology from nature and can run leisurely. Seeing such a scene as China, I also sincerely yearn for it, and I can't help joining the morning running team. Running and running, the immediate problem is that students have a "beautiful cultural landscape." In a city square on the side of the road, there are dozens of children wearing red clothes, holding flower fans, smiling at us, waving their hands and twisting their waists, dancing in the morning breeze, which seems to be very happy. Some people who stopped to watch also used force for it. It seems that they also want to enter their territory.

In the morning, when many people want to go, I am deeply moved by the fresh air, beautiful scenery and leisurely mood. I think of a sentence taught by the teacher: a day's plan lies in the morning. I want to get up early every Sunday morning, go out for a walk and integrate into the environment and society, from morning to a better tomorrow.

Looking back, this place that I remember perfectly in the past six years is still so brilliant. I sat on a bench in the shade, enjoying everything there.

Blue veils are intertwined with white clouds as white as snow, and the sunshine bathes every corner there, like gold, spilling through the cracks in the branches and leaves to this plastic runway. Every "tree soldier" stares, stands in his post and monitors everything there. The four Chinese characters bathed in the sun shone with dazzling golden light, which stung my eyes. A breeze blew, and the leaves were played a beautiful song. I tried my best to write down this perfect scene and put it in my memory.

Walking to the corridor of the classroom, there is no more fighting here than before. Looking into the classroom, the teacher kept writing on the blackboard, and the students rushed to catch up. A piece of chalk disappeared silently in the teacher's hand, but the splashed dust has irreplaceable knowledge. The sun shines in the classroom from a window, and the cool wind blows through the books, making a crash. I appreciate the harmony in this classroom.

When I walked to the Baihua Garden, a smell came to my nose. Look, this is my favorite place before, and we have the most memories. Flowers, butterflies, bees. Dance together and the breeze plays dance music for them. This beautiful place, but only a few people come to appreciate it, which is true, but there are few idle people like me.

This place, although many things have changed, including ourselves. I appreciate everything there, but without our previous laughter. I envy this place where we made a promise together, but the promise has long gone away like fallen leaves in autumn.

Time is gone forever, don't wait until you grow old.

Our hometown park is not big, but sparrows are small and complete. Now let me introduce a corner of the park!

As soon as you enter the garden gate, you will see two rows of trees with a road in the middle. Go straight ahead and you will see a plantation for vegetables, flowers and fruits ... carrots. They are shy, their faces are red, and sometimes they cover their faces with green leaves! There are roses, romantic red, kind blue, naive white, shy orange … and cherries. They will wear red clothes and warmly welcome tourists! ..... Every day, people here are always full. In spring, people come to plant. Although tired, everyone is happy at the thought of harvest. In summer, tourists come to enjoy the flowers, and the plantation is full of laughter. In autumn, everyone will come to pick fruits and vegetables and look at the spring seedlings they planted. Now they bear fruit, so happy! In winter, many people "send cotton-padded jackets" to their plants. If they see that some plants are not covered with cotton-padded jackets, they will cover them by the way!

Plantation not only brings joy to tourists, but also brings warmth to tourists!

At the end of the plantation, there is a place where people drink tea and enjoy the cool. Old tables, fragrant tea and a group of lively "relatives", just like at home! Eating delicious food, enjoying beautiful flowers, talking about study, talking about work, playing and laughing are really reluctant to go! Give homeless people and poor orphans a beautiful home, and everyone is very happy! Sometimes, as soon as you come here, someone will kindly call you: "big brother, come and have tea!" " ""Little sister, your favorite flowers are blooming! "You are relieved to hear that.

How's it going? Is the park in my hometown beautiful?

My hometown Nanxiong, where the peach blossoms are very bright and charming. Although I haven't been back for two or three years, the green fields and the hillside full of red flowers in my hometown still remain in my memory.

In spring, the sun is shining. Whether in the field or on the hillside, you can see a piece of green from a distance, and sometimes you can see two or three children herding cattle. They played and soon burst into laughter. How innocent and lovely they are, just like when we were children. With the approach of Tomb-Sweeping Day, the world-famous peach blossoms are in full bloom. The star cluster attracted thousands of tourists to watch. There is a river in front of grandma's house. The trees by the river are full of peach blossoms. I appreciate peach blossoms and listen to the sound of running water.

In summer, the fields in my hometown turn green. At the beginning of June, the farmer's uncle was busy plowing, and the children also took advantage of this time to catch frogs in the fields or butterflies, dragonflies and grasshoppers in the mountains. This life is really carefree.

Autumn, autumn is crisp, the sky is so clear, the air is so clear, I always want to sing a song to express my joy. This season is a fruitful season in the orchard. The women picked ripe fruits, leaving everyone at a loss. There are all kinds of fruits in front of almost every family.

In winter, sometimes it snows and covers the earth. When the New Year comes in China, every family will cook for themselves, and every child will have new clothes to wear. Have fun in the street with lanterns at night! In the middle of the night, lanterns illuminate the whole Nanxiong, bringing warmth to everyone.

How beautiful my hometown is. The people in my hometown deserve my admiration. They made contributions to the motherland in obscurity with their hard hands.

My hometown is a beautiful village, which is very beautiful all year round.

Spring is here, flowers are in full bloom, a leaf grows on the tree, and the grass reveals the smiling faces of the students. The ice in the river has melted, and the water in the river is flowing happily, as if welcoming the arrival of development spring. Grandma and aunt in the village all came to us to wash vegetables and clothes.

Summer is coming, and the weather is very hot. The cicada tree has been calling. At noon, the school children are asked to take a bath in the water. Some are drawing water, some are climbing trees, and some are playing games on the shore. They were so happy that they forgot to play.

Autumn has come, and her orange dress, red leaves and leaves are gone. The only thing left is like a beautiful butterfly dancing in the sky. Mature wheat, a golden field adds a lot of color, and looking at the field can produce a comfortable feeling. The farmer's uncle began to harvest wheat. They cut the wheat and put it on both sides of the road. The farmer's uncle has a happy and contented smile on his face.

Winter is coming, and sparkling snowflakes are floating in the sky. I changed this white cotton-padded jacket. The branches are white, the roof is designed to be white, the ground is white, and there is white everywhere. The water in the river is frozen, and it can fall asleep just like we teach our children. It waits for spring in its sleep.

Composition on the topic of scenery 1 1 life and people are integrated. Because people are different, life is different; Because life is different, the scenery you see along the way is different. Along the way, ups and downs, joys and sorrows, abound.

Since junior high school, the pressure of study is like a mountain in my heart, which makes me breathless. Of course, there is another devil in my life, called "self-study at night". It is very painful for me, who has never attended night lessons. Back to primary school, I went to the park on Monday night, went to the bookstore on Tuesday night and went on Wednesday night. However, all this is in the past. I cried for it, and my father said, "It is your best choice to get used to it and fall in love with it."

Along the way, I have been confused and lost. It is the people who love me who let me find myself. With the growth of my grade, I gradually began to doubt: can I be admitted to high school? Will my life really be perfect? Can it be colored? Is this how my life passed? Many problems have been bothering me. Yes! Can I change my destiny? Watching the classmates around me make progress day by day, and I, like the one who can't swim against the current, have been slowly flowing backwards and farther away. It was my parents, teachers and classmates who gave me hope and strong courage. They said, "If you don't make progress and face up to your problems. Who's behind? "

Along the way, I dragged my feet and stumbled. It was the teacher who led me on the right path. One day, the head teacher called me to the office and told me: We should set a goal for ourselves first and work towards it!

Along the way, I learned the meaning of life; Along the way, the scenery along the way makes me nostalgic; Along the way, I am not alone, because there are a group of people behind me who love me and silently guide me to the peak of my life!

Writing on the topic of scenery 12 I still remember that when I first entered the winter, there was foggy weather. As a result, I was plagued by smog all winter. In the silent winter, the smog comes quietly.

At first, the weather was very polluted. People walk in the fog, go to work, go to school, go out shopping, and always walk through the fog. At night, even if the street lamp is on, it can only illuminate a little place nearby. The cyclist advanced cautiously with his headlights on and rode slowly. It is very dangerous to drive fast in this fog.

Just a few days ago, it rained a few times. Although it is small, the fog in the drizzle is beautiful. Fog, like gauze, like light smoke; White gauze fog hangs over the roof, just like a fairy standing on the roof who doesn't want to show her true colors.

(Spring) Yesterday, after the rain cleared, the sky was unusually blue, and there were many white clouds floating in the sky, which was very beautiful; The sun shines slowly on the earth, which is very warm. Maybe it's because I haven't seen such weather for a long time. People all admire: "it's beautiful" and "it feels much better to look at this day" ...

As the saying goes, "learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat." But I think, isn't human life just moving forward in the fog? No one knows where his future path will go. Maybe tomorrow is a turning point, maybe next month is a turning point, but maybe next year.

Learning is like walking in the fog. You can only see the true face of an object if you get close. Similarly, if you refuse to explore hard and set out for the temple of knowledge, you are afraid of tripping over stones today and falling into a trap tomorrow. When can you solve your confusion and confusion?

Come on! Fog brings people endless curiosity and endless exploration. At the same time, we must move forward actively, diligently and fearlessly!

Write 13 on the topic of scenery. When I first entered junior high school, I felt very strange to the new environment and new groups. I sit in my seat after class and occasionally look out of the window. The first thing that caught my eye was the garden next to the carport. It is small, but beautiful. There are many kinds, many of which I don't know.

I like flowers and plants very much since I was a child, and I think it is a wonderful enjoyment to appreciate them. When I feel nervous about studying, I will go for a walk in the garden, breathe fresh air and feel the relaxation and freedom brought by nature.

Gradually, going for a walk in the garden became my habit, and I got to know its designer, Grandpa Lu, a city model worker. He helped us design this garden and created a good learning environment.

Later, Grandpa Lu often appeared in front of us. He helped the school clean up the rubbish we inadvertently left behind, and helped us trim beautiful flowers and plants to make them tangible and colorful. Especially from a height, it looks like a beautiful landscape painting.

Grandpa Lu lives simply and bears hardships and stands hard work. Rain or shine, he sticks to his post and never slacks off. Gradually, we girls became acquainted with Grandpa Lu, and sometimes helped him clean up the weeds in the garden and work with him.

Grandpa Lu is also familiar with flowers and trees. He often talks with us about flowers and tells us what this flower is called, what that tree is called, what characteristics this flower has and what habits that grass has. In the communication with Grandpa Lu, we found that Grandpa Lu was amiable, warm and meticulous.

In spring, the beautiful garden has become a beautiful landscape on campus! Grandpa Lu, who comes in the wind and goes in the rain, is also a bright beam. ...

My hometown is Neijiang, a sweet city. Although the scenery there is not as beautiful as the capital Beijing and Chengdu Plain, I love my hometown very much.

There are three beautiful places in the home: one is the mainland square, the other is the surrounding mainland square Tuojiang River, and the third is the spotless Baituo River Bridge.

Of these three scenes, the most beautiful is the Continental Plaza. I like the crowded Tianfu Square. I have seen the famous square, but I have never seen a square like Continental Square. There are many willows in Continental Square. It seems that willows rise from the branches and dance with the wind, forming a beautiful scenery. The water column ejected from the fountain in Continental Square is as high as a hose and beautiful. The grass in the mainland square is really green, as if it were a flawed emerald green.

Now talk about Tuojiang River. I have seen the mirror-level West Lake and the ocean I have played, but I have never seen such a water Tuojiang River. The water in Tuojiang River is very clear. We can clearly see the pebbles in the river. Some of them are like monkeys, eggs and frogs ... with various shapes and jagged rocks. Tuojiang River is really deep, deep, like a bottomless pit, hitting the bottom of the valley; The water in Tuojiang River is really beautiful and crystal clear. At this time, you will feel that "above the blue waves, people are traveling in a picture world".

Such a square is surrounded by such water and reflects such a square. But who has seen the third bridge?

These three bridges are like a white ribbon floating on the Tuojiang River. Not only that, the three bridges are connected by a long overpass, which is a symbol of our high-tech Neijiang.

I love my hometown, but I love its beauty more.

I live in a small village in jia county, Pingdingshan City. It's beautiful all year round, especially with feelings.

Spring has come and those hibernating animals wake up. The river is flowing, swallows are flying back from the south, and flowers and trees are sprouting. Miss Chunfeng pursed her mouth, gently blew on the ground and took a deep breath, not to mention how comfortable it was. Walking into the field, I happily caught a butterfly and set it free, surrounded by a green blanket, like jade. At this moment, I heard birds chirping in the branches, as if to say, "Spring has come, spring has finally come."

In summer, trees grow new leaves. In the forest of tall trees, trees crisscross like defenders of green poles. The roadside is full of beautiful flowers, and the rare flowers are still as beautiful as those simple flowers. Lovely little bees are nectar among flowers. They work hard and are worth learning.

Autumn has come and the fruits in the orchard are ripe. Red thorn, jujube and yellow pear all look like salt, what's more, agricultural and sideline products such as wheat and sorghum are ripe. People are busy harvesting, and only children who are playing can play freely. How happy it is to see the autumn harvest everywhere.

In the winter morning, the fog is so thick, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the whole village is so white and beautiful. The sky is white, trees are white, and so on. Only conifers wear green clothes. Flowers and leaves are in the arms of Mother Earth, but are they like delicate flowers like other clubs? Only they bloom brilliantly in this cold winter.

I love my hometown very much. I love every plant and tree there. I like everything there. I will study hard to make my hometown more beautiful.