The composition about scenery is 5000 words.

In the morning, when I opened the window, I took a look: snowflakes floated slowly, like reeds, catkins, light goose feathers, dandelion seeds, endlessly, like beautiful silver butterflies dancing in the courtyard, and like a group of white elves dancing in the air, and finally slowly fell to the ground and became countless diamond-like water drops.

Under the ornament of snowflakes, the earth has become a world of silver and jade. Nearby, the dead branches of some trees are covered with fluffy and soft snow. And those evergreen trees in winter and summer are covered with pearl-like snow seeds. A tree is like a colorful girl under a white snowflake. When the wind blows, the branches sway gently, and silver-white snow seeds and dust fall from the treetops and leaves. Looking at this beautiful snow scene, I can't help feeling: "Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees!"

Looking at the snowflakes outside the window, I involuntarily stretched out my arms, waved a few times outside the window, spread my palm, and saw only a faint waterline. I reached out my hand to the sky again and prayed to God for some snowflakes. God seems to have a heart, and in a short time, several naughty snow girls quietly jumped into my mouth from my hand. I close my eyes and feel carefully, and the coolness of the snow slowly flows into my heart.

After a while, I couldn't help but pick up the bucket and ran out happily to play with a big sister. We had a snowball fight first, but my elder sister took a big piece of snow with lightning speed and threw it at me. I was scared out of my wits and stood there motionless. Of course, I was hit red-handed Not to be outdone, I quickly picked up a big piece of snow and started to fight back, hitting her with a high hit rate. I danced with joy, while my elder sister swooped at me with three or four pieces of snow. I'm like a clever little monkey, dodging from left to right, so she didn't hit me at all, just panting with fatigue. Then, we made a snowman, only to see the big sister gently pick up a piece of snow and rub it up. In a short time, a small and exquisite body is ready. At this time, the big sister shook the snowball, and several naughty snow dolls fell down, and their bodies were round like a ball. Sister just put the snowball on the ground, and then we started to make a snowman's head. I saw Sister holding a small piece of snow. In her hand, snowflake is as clever as an obedient little doll, and in a short time, a round and white head is ready. We carefully put our heads on our bodies and began to do the five senses. We carefully selected a few small leaves and gently placed them on them. In a short time, a lively and lovely snowman was made. It has curved crescent eyes, a small nose and a red mouth, just like a slim little princess.

Snowflakes are still falling, and pieces of white and flawless snowflakes have become a landscape in winter.

The work is like a vivid painting carved on a blue roll of paper. A large cloud is connected together, like a mythical phoenix, with its head flying to the west, and one of its feathers is particularly shiny and golden, like golden hair carefully embroidered with gold thread, which catches my eye and makes me involuntarily admire: "What a beautiful cloud! No matter how long you stay in a city, you will say a word every few days, which is why I haven't found it. It turns out that all this is so beautiful. " Say, hands, under the care of beautiful scenery, hands are particularly black, like a cup of espresso, hehe.

I am happy to say to my father, "Dad, look at that beautiful cloud! It's the same as the picture, but the real one is much better than that one. " Dad just smiled and didn't look at the clouds. It seems that he has seen a lot. Seeing my father like this, I am naturally a little angry. After that, I will continue to watch my Phoenix Cloud! Looking at it, this beautiful cloud actually attracted my endless reverie: Phoenix symbolizes nobility and is an inviolable bird. If someone sees it, it means that good luck will come to him, or that this person's life will be valuable and useful to society, well ........................................................................................................................................... I think my mouth is curved, saliva overflows and slides on the edge of my mouth, and my heart is as sweet as honey poured by bees.

After thinking about it, I looked at the sky again and saw my "expectation" Suddenly, I found that the head of Phoenix turned gray, and the whole body seemed to turn gray slowly, and the feathers that once shone were no longer so shiny. Phoenix also changed its position, turned its head to me and flew towards me. I am disappointed, and the honey left in my heart seems to be gradually losing. Dad's car stopped and the destination was the square. I got off the bus and went downstairs alone. I suddenly looked up and looked east. Ah! It's beautiful. Layers of purple clouds are scattered with faint golden light, just like the paradise seen on TV.

I was so happy, my mood rose again, staring at the clouds, and my steps began to become slow. Without a minute, the beautiful scenery disappeared again and began to become ordinary and inconspicuous. I looked down and saw fantastic clouds in the distance. Strangely, it didn't attract me. I wandered around the square leisurely and bored, looking at everything around me, and I couldn't help thinking of something. Suddenly, a little sad wave rose in my heart, and I couldn't bear to look at the Phoenix Cloud again. Golden hair has turned into gray hair, except that there is still a little golden light in some places. It's really like a phoenix turning into a sparrow, and beauty becomes ugly.

This passage is a warning to myself, a good guide to myself, and a heartfelt statement that I still can't fully understand: if a person's life is like a cloud, it will only shine on a certain road and then slowly disappear, then that person must be a loser, a person with no value in life.

Leaves dyed yellow every autumn; Those branches dyed yellow; What a beautiful ornament, it makes people enjoy the beautiful scenery and feel that autumn is coming.

In autumn, her charming figure and attractive beauty are vividly displayed; Her charm is intoxicating; The rich fruit she brought made people dance.

Mid-Autumn Festival, the full moon, she seems to show her energy in the Mid-Autumn Festival and shine hard in the vast and deep sky. The moon is so slow and smooth. In the shadow of the trees, many swaying leaves are dancing in the soft night. She is like a shy girl, hiding in the blue sky. The sky is like a blue transparent gauze, surrounded by smoke, and like a mist covering the whole sky, giving people a feeling that the sky is high and the clouds are light.

Autumn wind blows leaves mercilessly, and leaves dance in the autumn wind. Maybe just one or two pieces will dye the earth golden yellow, rendering a sad autumn atmosphere! Unique bare and scattered trunks and branches point to the blue sky and white clouds.

While enjoying the beautiful scenery of autumn, we are actually enjoying the benefits, harvest, joy and hope that autumn brings us; Autumn brings people maturity, joy and encouragement, which is the eternal theme of autumn.

The melody of autumn is ever-changing, but the memory is still beautiful, which makes people look at the beautiful scenery of this autumn and think that the next autumn will be better.

You see, the fruit growers' orchards are full of fruits. You see, red apples are smiling at us on the branches; Pomegranate also quietly opened a smiling face on the treetops; Sweet persimmons gradually fall with the leaves, and small lantern-like persimmons are covered with branches, bending the branches and swaying in the wind on the fruit trees; A bunch of grapes, red with purple, crystal clear, like a string of purple pearls; Oranges in Huang Chengcheng proudly stand on high branches, shaking their heads; Hawthorn trees are covered with purple fruits, hiding behind dense leaves, appearing and disappearing, like shy little girls.

In autumn, there is a bumper harvest everywhere, and the grain is abundant. Look at that field, strings of ears of grain are dancing in the autumn wind. From a distance, the rice waves rolled like a golden ocean. In autumn, the charming autumn scenery is fascinating; In autumn, blue sky, white clouds and red leaves set each other off; Autumn scenery, autumn paintings and piles of fruits are everywhere, which fully render the thick autumn meaning, which is refreshing and beautiful!

Perhaps, some people are obsessed with the beauty of spring flowers. I can't deny that this is a beautiful scenery. Perhaps, some people are obsessed with the bursts of green in summer. There is no denying that it is also a beautiful scenery. Perhaps, some people are obsessed with the golden autumn leaves. I can't deny that this is a beautiful scenery. Perhaps, some people are infatuated with the heavy snow in winter. I can't deny that this is a beautiful scenery. But compared with these, I am more crazy about the scenery of my heart. Because of it, it is changeable. When you are happy, it is a hundred flowers blooming and green bursts; When you are sad, it is the combination of autumn leaves and heavy snow; When you are angry, it is a combination of fire and sadness; When I am helpless, it is the combination of drizzle and tears ... I can't fully express the scenery in my heart in words. Because it fascinates me so much. Maybe it is. I don't want to express it in words.

The scenery of the soul has everything printed in the eyes: flowers that have been slapped by heavy rain; A landscape outlined in gold in autumn. It also has the scenery that the outside world can't have-the scenery inside. This may be the reason why the scenery of the soul is so charming.

Sometimes, we don't have to be too amazed at the scenery of nature. Because in your heart, every place is worth thousands of dollars. That is something that time and money can't buy. Perhaps, when you are depressed, your heart is full of heavy rain, but you might as well go deep into your heart. Like Helen. Keller said, "When God closes a door for you, he will open another window for you." Life is the same. Sometimes, it will throw a stone on your way forward, but it won't forget to give you a way, depending on whether you have the courage to go on. The brain is no exception. While it is raining cats and dogs, I don't forget to leave you a shelter from the wind and rain in my heart. The key is that you dare to rush to find the place first in the downpour. Perhaps, when you are in a happy mood, most of them will be sunny and full of flowers, but you will not forget to give you a starry sky with a dark heart. The key is whether you have the courage to get out of the happy scene, find the dark starry sky and conquer it ... The heart has given you many things that you can't find outside. Perhaps, we should be thankful that we have the scenery of the soul. It tells us all the time: it is comedy to get out of tragedy; It is a tragedy to be immersed in comedy all the time. In your heart, it allows you to learn to grow through tempering, so that you can be happy while not forgetting the pace of progress.

The scenery of the mind is charming, isn't it? Its scenery is no less than the outside world, isn't it? Even more beautiful than the scenery outside, isn't it? The scenery in your heart, you are as crazy as me, aren't you?