The most beautiful landscape composition in grade three.

The most beautiful scenery: 5 compositions in grade three.

Mr Jiang Yang once said, "The world belongs to oneself and has nothing to do with others. The most beautiful scenery in life is inner peace and calmness. " The following is the most beautiful landscape composition I have compiled for you. I hope you like it!

The most beautiful scenery 1 There is a fresh smell in the air after the rain. The breeze playfully blows the bright green leaves in the screen window, swaying gently with the oblique sunlight, reflecting the sunset glow on the horizon and telling a sweet and beautiful story. Grandma sewed it one by one, and the smile fixed on her face was the most beautiful scenery.

Grandma has been my closest relative for as long as I can remember. Her love for me is like a trickle, flowing quietly and always flowing into my heart.

In the fourth grade, I was busy studying. Heavy homework and numerous exams every day make me more and more anxious, irritable and impatient. The heavy textbook deformed my schoolbag and finally broke out. My anger rushed to the top of my head, angrily picked up the bag and threw it to my grandmother. Without looking up, I whispered, "sew it quickly and bring it to me!" " I need it urgently! "Say that finish and went straight into the room.

"alas! Does it taste good？ So long! " I mumbled out of the room. Seeing my grandmother who was absorbed in the sun, I suddenly stopped to hide behind the door frame. I saw her squinting, holding the needle and thread high, looking for a glimmer of light, and her hands kept putting together, but every time she almost shed a drop of blood, she finally put it on. Grandma breathed a sigh of relief, skillfully put a needle in, held it left and right, and sewed and knitted the schoolbag bearing heavy responsibilities. At the moment when I was in a daze, my grandmother had sewed the schoolbag belt, tied the fast knot, bit the broken line with her mouth, tugged hard with her hand, wiped her sweat and smiled with satisfaction. At that moment, I clearly saw grandma's gray hair glowing with golden light against the setting sun after the rain, and the most beautiful scenery in the world-love was hidden in that kind smile.

Yes, love is the most beautiful scenery in the world. Your needle and thread touched my mind. This is a gorgeous brocade woven with love. Your silver hair reflects my eyes, a gorgeous picture rendered with love; Your kind smile soothes my body and mind. This is permanent stain carved with love. ...

The sunset glow on the horizon is red, and grandma's kind smile wakes up the most beautiful time. Grandma sewed for me in the sunset is the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen, fresh and elegant, sweet and mellow.

Where is the most beautiful scenery? Scenery is everywhere in the world. But what is the most beautiful scenery?

In my eyes, the most beautiful scenery is just a bunch of tiny dandelions and a tiny moss.

The afternoon sun shines gently on the desk. The bell slowly woke me up from my lunch break. At this time, a white object drifted in quietly from the window and stood firmly on the left side of the desk. I looked at this "visitor outside the window" carefully. It's like a small umbrella with a brown package at the root, like a handle. "Yes, this should be a small dandelion seedling, but? This is the third floor. How high can dandelion fly? I can't help looking out of the window. The wind blew gently on my face, and another "visitor outside the window" floated up from below, like a drunk. "

I looked down and saw clusters of dandelions and even many weeds on the platform outside the air conditioner. I am fascinated by these little creatures who are out of the soil but still tenacious. Especially that dandelion, which grows on this mud-free platform, is rooted in some sundries. Nearly half of the sunshine is blocked by foreign machines, and even other weeds are entangled in it, winding through its body and competing with it for that little sunshine. Probably for this reason, this clump of dandelion is not fully blooming, only half blooming, and it is a little malnourished, and the seeds look sparse.

But it still chose to open up and bloom in this harsh place. Some people say that dandelion is a kind of plant that goes with the flow, and their mode of transmission is to spread with the wind, but in my eyes it is just the opposite. No matter how bad the conditions are, the little dandelion will resolutely take root, sprout and blossom, and send its next generation to a more distant place before withering. It's not going with the flow, it's just a way of traveling. Once it falls with the wind, it will stick to its wonderful and short life.

This tenacious plant reminds me of another tenacious but very humble plant-moss. "Although moss is as small as rice, it also blooms like peony." This is a poem by the ancient poet Yuan Mu. Although from a scientific point of view, moss does not bloom. But the mere existence of moss is comparable to those gorgeous boudoir flowers in full bloom. Moss is different from them in that it can grow anywhere, and it is not afraid of cold, heat and dirt, and it is "humble". There is no way out except growth. Born fearless and tenacious.

Looking at dandelions and thinking about moss, I asked myself why I hadn't seen these two lovely and respectable creatures before. Now I really feel their magic. Perhaps, "people who have never laid down their bodies to see a moss and a bunch of dandelions, they also disdain to pay attention to you." Disdain to let you see their miracle. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, you should also have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering.

Throughout the ages, there are many people, such as dandelions and mosses. Like Beethoven who grabbed fate by the throat, like Lu Xun who chewed peppers at night to drive away the cold and read. They have perseverance and achieved great success. So, do other people have this quality besides big shots? Of course, everyone who sticks to their jobs is dandelion and moss. The so-called "big shot" is just one of the thousands of dandelions and mosses in Qian Qian that grows stronger and more energetic.

The most beautiful scenery is not the magnificence of "flying over the eaves and walking over the walls, three thousands of feet, and the Milky Way is suspected of falling for nine days". Nor is it the beauty of "looking at Dongting from a distance, a green snail in a silver plate". In my opinion, the most beautiful scenery is nothing more than the "humble" dandelion outside the window, the "small" moss in the corner, and an ordinary and extraordinary worker who is conscientious and persistent.

The most beautiful scenery is another summer, and the sunshine outside the window shines on my face through the glass. This hot summer sunshine makes me feel a little trance, and I seem to see the old man and the young man running in summer, which is the most beautiful scenery in hot summer.

It was a sultry Sunday, and cicadas were singing outside the window, as if complaining about their strong dissatisfaction with this summer. I stayed at home and didn't want to move. Then my sister came, and she asked me to fly a kite on the grass in front. I was dragged out of the door reluctantly.

The sun is really big, and everything is soft and lifeless. I found a cool place and sat on the grass, not wanting to move. "Sister, let's fly a kite!" No, ""Oh, play with me for a while! " "I don't want to. "... suddenly a burst of laughter came. "Ha, ha, ha, little girl, so green! I can't catch up with an old man! "I felt a fever on my face and had to grunt and stand up." That's more like it! "I saw the person talking to me holding a black kite, followed by a little boy. Then they walked away with a smile. It suddenly occurred to me that the child was walking askew. When I looked closely, I found one leg dragging. I can't help thinking, how can I fly a kite like this?

They immediately gave me the answer, only to see the child standing in front and the old man holding a kite behind, shouting and commanding "Run, run, fly!" " But it didn't take long for the child to stumble ... "Get up! Get up! We almost flew into the sky just now, come on! Come on! " Then the child who was about to cry smiled and stood up carefully. They repeated their actions over and over again, running slowly, forming a unique landscape. Many people on the grass are looking at them, but they don't know, and the smile on their faces is still bright. Suddenly the old man looked back, just in my sight. At that moment, I felt a beam of sunshine shining directly into my heart, splitting the heavy haze and illuminating me ... Yes, I am still young and healthy, and I still have strength. I can fight and travel. I feel my heart is full of energy and strength. I ran over and put the kite high in the sky with my sister. Old people and children are still fighting indomitable in their own way. I am luckier than them, so I will work harder and harder!

The sun is still shining and the birds are still singing. That summer, I saw the most beautiful scenery in the world. It will stay in my heart and encourage me when I need it! Light me up!

The most beautiful scenery: the wind is roaring, the horse is barking, the Yellow River is roaring, and the Yellow River is roaring! When I was near our mother river, this lyric kept circulating in my mind. Such a magnificent momentum, such a swift river, I think the most beautiful scenery is like this!

The water in the Yellow River is not the same as the clear and pure trickling water among the people in the Holy Land. It is turbid, thick and surging. It jumped with a wave of sediment and hit the river bank again and again. Countless times of rough rolling, countless times of shocking roar! It is the mother of our oriental lion!

I have read such a passage: "The first agricultural book is soaked in the Yellow River, and the first military book is washed in the Yellow River;" The first medical book was perfected in the Yellow River; The first history book was polished in the Yellow River. "Yes, the development of our Greater China is carried out under the care of the Yellow River mother. Qin Huang, Hanwu, Tang Zong, Song Zu and even modern anti-Japanese, liberation which can not be separated from our mother river?

Yellow River, surging, surging is the feelings of our Chinese sons and daughters; The yellow and thick Yellow River contains thousands of years of history and culture of China! In the face of these growls, how can you stand still without being shocked

This year marks the 70th anniversary of the founding of People's Republic of China (PRC). In the past National Day military parade, I saw that our soldiers in China were full of sonorous blood: pieces of uniform military columns seemed to be copied and pasted by the same person. Their firm military steps, powerful swing arms and cold cheeks are all swearing loudly their love for the motherland! Some netizens looked for military parade videos from other countries, but compared with China, it was a world of difference! Isn't such a prosperous dynasty and such a beautiful scene the most beautiful scenery?

However, it seems that there is more than that.

Another hot news in the headlines recently caught my attention-the anger of rice circle girls against Hong Kong cynics. On weekdays, girls in idolize are always misunderstood as anthomaniac, and the expression is nothing more than: "So-and-so is so handsome!" "But when the national territory was really threatened, they stood up and supported Argentina and China. It is reported that another Hong Kong girl, despite the threat of Hong Kong cynics, resolutely tore down the slogan _ _ and turned away calmly. This is China people's feelings about home and country! This is of course the most beautiful scenery!

The Yellow River, full of momentum, shows China's feelings; Soldiers swear patriotic feelings with his (her) forceful steps; Every move of ordinary people shows their feelings for home and country! This is the most beautiful scenery!

The most beautiful scenery: looking at the retrogression of rankings again and again, parents' worries and teachers' disappointment, I was dumbfounded, as if the afternoon sky was gloomy. I thought to myself: It's time to change my mind.

Walking side by side with friends in the Woods in the morning, the tender grass at the feet seems to attract grandma more than the pines and cypresses standing proudly by the roadside.

It doesn't cling to the world and cultivate vulgar spirit. It grows between two rocks, without companions and neighbors. But its green meaning is a drop in the ocean, but it shows infinite vitality; The seemingly immature body actually contains unyielding personality, which penetrates the cold stone body and supports a dream flower season.

I smiled, such a trivial grass could bear such a big joke from God. It turns out that this is the charm of life, and the near-perfect magnificence and magnificence may not be the true meaning of nature, but isn't this rich and inner vitality the most beautiful scenery?

Epiphany, the first time I realized the feeling of enlightenment. Maybe everything is beautiful after achievement, and pain and bad luck can also be regarded as a landscape of life. Every time you experience it, you grow a little.

Thinking hard about change may not be effective, but sometimes the fleeting impression will give people a shocking energy. The grass in the wind, like an angel's smile, instantly disintegrated my heart wall and penetrated into the light. I bent down to get rid of it, but I couldn't stand it. Forget it, it must enjoy the process of turning its fate around in this rock crack. The most beautiful scenery can only stay in my heart forever, not for myself.

"Only those who lie in the pit forever and don't look up at the sky will not fall into the pit." I meditated on Hegel's words in my mind. Although I didn't really fall into the pit like Thales, I didn't fall into a trough in my life at this time. Yes, if a person has no ambition, no matter how smooth the road is, no matter how grand the move is, it is not great.

It is right to climb out. There is nothing unlucky in the world. Bad luck is nothing more than a tempering of the strong.

That night, I was no longer unhappy, but slept soundly with hope. I believe that the grass on the roadside has planted fragrant seeds somewhere in my heart. All I have to do is make it blossom step by step.

The next day, I came to the scenery again. I bent down and said to it, "I'm going to start refueling." I seem to hear it answer me with a smile: "well, I believe you!" " "