Find two compositions about scenery of about 500 words.

1. Autumn is so beautiful. The autumn wind blows the Buddha slightly, making a small sound, like a little girl playing the piano, playing beautiful music for us.

Autumn has come, the leaves on the tree are yellow, and the yellow leaves rest on the tree like birds; Leaves fall in the air like birds, and leaves fall to the ground sparsely like sleeping; There are also pieces that fall to the ground, just like putting a new golden coat on the earth.

But pines and cypresses are different. It is still so green and so high, covered with green gauze clothes, as if standing guard for people. Some are not pine and cypress, but their leaves are also green, giving people an illusion, as if they are still in the hazy spring scenery.

In autumn, rice fields in Huang Chengcheng are like a golden ocean. The sky is blue, like an endless sea. This time is a day that the farmer's uncle has been looking forward to for a long time. This is a bumper harvest day for farmers' uncles. The farmer's uncle will definitely bring a sickle to harvest rice. This joy is beyond words. At this time, the fruit is ripe. Looking at these fruits, my heart and mouth will definitely drool.

In autumn, other flowers have withered, but all kinds of chrysanthemums still bloom so beautifully. Add a lot of color to autumn.

Ah! How beautiful autumn is. Autumn is not only a beautiful garden, but also a beautiful music.

Autumn is not only a harvest season, but also allows us to enjoy the charming scenery. Jinhu Park is like a shining pearl decorated by autumn girl!

When you come to the park, you find that the artificial lake is clearer and the colorful stones at the bottom of the lake are clearly visible. Small fish and shrimp are more lively and lovely. The willows on the shore are more gaunt, and the golden leaves fall one after another, just like groups of golden butterflies dancing in the air. And the holly on the side is still so beautiful and so tall.

The flower beds in the east are whiter. Snow-white chrysanthemums are everywhere, and pink wildflowers are beautiful in them. What do you mean pleasing to the eye? This is it. Look again, there is a vast grassland outside the flower bed. Every grass is so green. Every tree is a perfect work of art. They have different shapes, some are high, some are low, some are thick and some are thin. Pink Anh Hong in the light green makes people feel relaxed and happy. As the saying goes, "Everything is a little red." I think this scene can be shown.

There is a bamboo forest in the southwest, which blocks the sun and is tall and green. A gust of autumn wind blew and the trees rustled. What intoxicating music! This is a song played by nature. Behind the dense bamboo forest is a small ditch. Passing through the ditch, a farmland came into view. Golden rice is slightly curved; The fiery red sorghum opened its mouth; Snow-white cotton burst into laughter. Golden yellow, fiery red and snow white, these three beautiful colors dress up the farmland in autumn!

The park in autumn is really beautiful!

Autumn wind is like a magic pen. Overnight, the rippling forest belt was dyed golden.

Climbing to the top of the mountain and looking down, my eyes are golden. If you look carefully, you will see a piece of red and a piece of green in gold. Red as agate and green as jade. There is also a mirror-level pond at the foot of the mountain, which reflects the beautiful scenery in front of you, especially beautiful.

After going down the mountain, the roadside stall that used to sell watermelons disappeared. Instead, it is a big fragrant and crisp apple and a big pomegranate with a cracked mouth ready to break out of its shell. How cute!

As the saying goes: "One autumn rain is cold, and ten autumn rains need to wear cotton." There is a hint of coolness in the rustling autumn wind. You see, pedestrians on the road have inadvertently put on thick sweaters, coats and some down jackets.

In the field, golden corn brushed like golden sticks, red sorghum ears were like shy little girls, blushing and lowering their shy heads, swaying in the breeze, and soybeans swaying in the wind, playing a chorus of nature in the field.

In the orchard, bright red persimmons hang high on the branches like small lanterns, and the branches look like they are about to break. There are also strings of purple grapes with crystal dew, which glow like crystals in the sun.

I was infected and intoxicated by this golden autumn, ah! I love this bumper harvest and golden autumn.

Time kept flowing forward, the weather gradually cooled down, and the noisy cicada was blown away by autumn, replaced by the whine of crickets in the cracks in the slate under the steps at night. Ah! That lovely autumn has finally come.

Autumn is more prosperous than spring. Spring with flowers and trees is beautiful, but the fruitful autumn colors reveal the joy of harvest. Autumn is more colorful than summer. Although the summer with dense branches and leaves is charming, the autumn colors of golden leaves and green trees are even more refreshing. Autumn is more energetic than winter. Snow-capped winter is lovely, but the golden autumn with fragrant melons and fruits is more colorful. Autumn came to the Woods. From a distance, yellow leaves fall in pairs like golden butterflies. Tired of flying, they landed on my shoulders, head and feet. Brought my thoughts from green summer to golden autumn. As soon as I turned around, another peach leaf fell beside me. I bent down to pick it up and held it in my hand to study it carefully. What a special autumn leaf! It hasn't come yet, it has completely faded, and it still exudes a strong aroma. Autumn came to the orchard, persimmon bent down, bent down, and the branches were about to break. Sister litchi was so fat that she broke her clothes and showed her bulging white belly. Huge apples are covered with branches, showing sweet smiles, or shy or bold. The girl in autumn came to the farmland, and the corn was very happy. It specially changed into a new golden dress, grinning and showing golden teeth. In order to make themselves more beautiful, tomatoes put lipstick on their faces; The potato may have been too excited to break its green mouth and show its yellow tongue. Autumn has come, and the garden has become a paradise for chrysanthemums. They may like this heavy gold, so they choose to bloom their beauty in autumn. Chrysanthemums come in many colors: yellow, pink, white ... big flowers and curly petals are like a little girl with curly hair. Wandering in the chrysanthemum garden or enjoying a pot of colorful chrysanthemums alone, slowly intoxicated by that fragrance. Autumn brings gold to the earth and cotton-like clouds to the blue sky. Autumn wind, as cool as water, dyed the world yellow with chill.

I like this crisp autumn season!

I like autumn with flowers and leaves and flat chrysanthemums.

I like this unique and splendid autumn scenery.

Autumn is really a harvest season. The sound of lawn mower, children's laughter and adults' laughter are combined into a symphony in autumn. Miss Qiu came quietly, and the golden rice in the field danced in the autumn wind like her long hair. And the green grass, blown yellow by teacher Qiu, put on a golden dress on the earth.

Teacher Qiu also came to the river, and the river was sparkling. Fish play in the water, and sometimes they surface, as if welcoming Miss Qiu. Miss Qiu also came to the orchard, and the fruit trees gave off a burst of fragrance, which made people drool. You see, apples are covered with branches like little red lanterns. Several maple trees beside the fruit trees were blushed by the autumn girl, and the red maple leaves danced in the air like butterflies, as if to say, "Autumn is coming, autumn is coming."

The mountains in the distance were also dyed yellow by Miss Qiu, and at first glance they looked like golden waves.

As the sun sets, the whole earth seems to be painted with colorful pigments, like a huge picture scroll.

Teacher Qiu brought harvest, joy and happiness.

2. It's still a little cold at night in early summer.

I hugged my shoulder tightly, but I couldn't help shivering. The moon is round and clean as water. At night, it reminds me of your eyes that night.

I miss you on such a night.

I think it's been a long time and I've forgotten everything, but why is the memory still vivid?

The first time I saw you, you looked at me with a big smile. This looks familiar. "It's so strange, I seem to have seen it there, so familiar!" I was surprised by the classic posture of Bao Dai when she met each other in a dream of red mansions.

Who says that the more uneasy the mind is, the more we need classics, just like we cry when watching Titanic, but we don't expect to be Rose or Jack one day. However, we are like this in the world of mortals, talking about disappointment and looking for hope.

Those days.

Listening to you talk about your hometown-that distant place, where there are tall derricks, neat pumping units and black mud, which soaked your childhood dreams.

When I am with you, I realize myself. It turns out that my ordinary self has so many dreams and desires. The most important thing is that you let me know that I also have a pair of wings that can fly.

And you, marveling at the blue sky in your hometown, are so high that you can let go of all your troubles; There are clouds, so white that people throb like a child's heart ... So, the beautiful Populus euphratica and the sunset in Gobi ... all went to the outside world through that thin notebook in your hand and gained more admiration.

And I, the daughter of this desert, have become the most touching chapter in your writing.

I have never found words so attractive. Stuffy, lifeless things are magical and warm in your hand. That kind of feeling, simple, can make people bloom quietly in their hearts, I think that is love. And the oil field-that distant place, because of your existence, is also clear and kind in my heart.

The fireworks in my hometown were particularly dazzling that year.

And my heart is brighter than fireworks at this time, just because you are by my side.

It's snowing.

Snowflakes are falling, and a flower floats gently on my hand, slowly melting and turning into a drop of water, like a tear, which is treasured in my heart.

At this moment, when I met your eyes, I had to give in easily And your eyes are still clear, and two dark stones are spotless.

The furthest distance in the world is when I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you!

You avoided my heat and stared at the sky with makeup and jade capacity.

You love spring/I love autumn/autumn is similar to me/but spring is like you/your red face/spring rose/my tired eyes/the glow of autumn sun/if I take a step forward/then/I will stand at the door of the cold winter. ...

You suddenly shut up.

My tears can't stop dripping. If love thinks you are qualified, it will show you the way.

But/if you take a step back/I take a step forward/where/we will be together/in a beautiful and warm summer.

I looked at the surprise in your eyes bitterly, and you couldn't help shivering. I hug you, you struggle, and I never give in. We were deadlocked, and finally, you lost, bent down and kissed me.

The happiness of that moment can be offset by the dull life.

In a trance, you suddenly pushed me away forcefully and decisively, and then ran down the hill. I was deeply hurt, and I don't know where I am now or what night it is.

I went home, but you left. I have everything, looking for your trace. In the simple shed you left behind, I found it, in a word: tears are spinning in your eyes. On the iron wall, the notches are extremely messy and deep. Ten fingers linked to one heart, heartache for many years. Just like my mood facing it at the moment.

Perhaps the unspoken is perfect and the most beautiful.

Love at the wrong time. Then, you and I in the story are destined to meet in the long river of life and then leave.

Beautiful summer never belongs to you and me, it only belongs to my heart.

summer

Summer is hot and happy.

In the morning, the weather is fine, and the sun makes the flowers and plants spirit. The little dragonfly is flying happily. Some children came out to play, laughing and chasing each other. Look, how happy they are!

At noon, the burning sun scorched the ground. Old people from all households came out and sat in cool places to talk about this and that, expressing their opinions and opinions. The cicada in the tree "knows" and "knows", as if to say, "Oh dear! It is really hot today. The dead sun killed me. This lifeless summer is really hot. But summer is also good, which can make seedlings grow rapidly! "

In the evening, suddenly the clouds are gathering and it is getting dark. After a few thunders, the raindrops as big as peas kept falling, and "beep" and "beep" slammed on the window and fell to the ground with a bang, which was so small for more than half an hour. Everyone, old and young, kept praising: "This rain is really timely! What a fine rain! Really cool! "

In the evening, after the thunderstorm, a cool breeze blew, and people sat there enjoying the cool and chatting, and some even sang while walking.

Summer is really hot and full of joy!

summer

In the morning, the sun rises from Ran Ran in the east. Cicada called "Cicada" in the tree, as if to say, "It's so hot! It's so hot! " The water in the river was still cold in the morning, but at noon, the river began to steam. The little boy was so hot that he clamored for a haircut. After he cut off his bald head, he was still shouting, "It's too hot, too hot, buy popsicles and watermelons." The little boy was eating with relish, with a popsicle in one hand and a watermelon in the other. Suddenly, the popsicle dissolved and fell to the ground. The little boy shouted angrily, "buy another one, buy another one." The adults listened and said impatiently, "If you want to eat, God will eat. Where did you get so much money? Blame God. " There is a watermelon seller in the distance. The businessman sat in the chair with his ass not close to the chair, but he felt that the chair was a little hot. The businessman had to stand, shouting and shaking the banana fan. Someone came to touch the watermelon. "Alas," he cried suddenly, "is this a watermelon or a scalded melon?"

At noon, there was a sea of people in the swimming pool, and all they heard was snoring, shouting, dialing, patting and making noise. "My shoes are gone." "My child is gone." "My son is missing." People's voices can be heard everywhere.

People can't stand the heat. Even the old man came to the swimming pool with a cane and a fan. When they saw so many people in the swimming pool, they came to the river. The old man couldn't swim, so he sat on the shore and soaked himself in the river. The big fan in his hand kept swinging. At night, the old people are still sitting on the beach, unwilling to leave. At this time, the grandson of the old man appeared on the embankment and shouted loudly: It's time for grandparents to go home. It's getting dark. Mom and Dad will be worried. The old people said to their grandson, "grandson! Come down and take a dip. The water here is really comfortable. Come down quickly. "

The next morning, the old people put a pot of water on the balcony. In the evening, this pot of water will boil. How hot it is this summer!

3. The drizzle started slightly, dreaming of Jiangnan.

The breeze, when passing by my ear, walked on the lotus boat and supported the bamboo pole to the deepest part of the south of the Yangtze River, where the Chu people's slim waist was euphemistic.

My Jiangnan is the jingle of a water girl's silver bracelet, the sweetness of a lotus picker and the loud voice of a flower seller.

My Jiangnan is wet on the bluestone slab, graceful in the lotus pond, fluttering up and down in the falling flower wind, while the wine flag is stirred high in the depths of apricot flowers, and the setting sun hangs at the door of Wuyi Lane.

My Jiangnan is dancing from the misty rain, and the beautiful eyes I am looking forward to illuminate the prosperous old dreams of Shili Qinhuai; My Jiangnan comes from the singing in the shallow red sandalwood pipa, and the melodious fairy sound touches the gentle heartstrings of Yu Di's hand.

My Jiangnan, with a handful of crystal clear spring water and a white lotus flower, quietly gathered 3,000 black and bright moss, carefully and densely, forming a round wreath.

My Jiangnan, dancing lightly in Zhuang Sheng's butterfly dream, smiling alone in the wind of weak willows in Yuxi, curling up in Du Mu's cardamom, and blowing cold in the clear corner of Jiangkui 24 Bridge.

My boat, gently passing through the Tang-style Song Corridor, stood quietly outside the city of Gusu, which is full of fragrant sleeves. Listen to the long and clear bell and break the melancholy thoughts of lonely wanderers; Look at the maple bridge with the sound of oars and the shadow of lights, and look at the melancholy eyes of the lonely journey in the misty world; Look at that young and tall scholar, playing the flute under the moon and singing wine and drinking through the ages.

My boat, slowly passing through the powder wall, Dahe and Yangliufeng, silently stared at the lonely and deep rain in the long lane. Look at the delicate and fragrant lilacs full of sadness, and look at the elegant and demure cheongsam woman, with jade wrists and graceful hands, slowly dancing the oil-paper umbrella in her hand into an ethereal poem.

My boat, wandering in the arms of Jiangnan. Bow down, lakes and mountains, waves rippling; Looking up, the countryside is picturesque and the moonlight is like water.

My boat, wandering in Jiangnan water town, is like being immersed in the rich fragrance of daughter red, shocking and dazzling.

My Jiangnan is the mellow wine brewed by the poems of gifted scholars and the smiles of beautiful women, the scenery interwoven with apricot flowers, spring rain, breeze and waning moon, and the amorous feelings reflected by rivers and bridges.

My Jiangnan is both poetic and romantic. My Jiangnan is gentle, charming and warm. My Jiangnan is graceful and beautiful.

My Jiangnan is as beautiful and elegant as a graceful beauty, with bright eyes like water, thick eyebrows like smoke, enchanting and charming, and a smile like a flower.

The fireworks in March are her affectionate whispers, soft and speechless. The filariasis in July is her gentle eyes, and she gets drunk without wine.

And I, who walk through Jiangnan every day, have already been drunk in my gentle Jiangnan appearance, so drunk that I don't know where to go. ...

This article is very good. I found it when the teacher asked me to copy it. I suggest you copy it. It may be different from yours, but it's a little elegant.