Raindrops fell on the field, which was the sweat that Miss Chun hastily shed. After the drizzle, the flowers and plants are more charming, and the dew on the tender leaves seems to be more dazzling than diamonds.
The faint fragrance overflowed the town, and everything on the earth was shrouded in mist and rain, as if to cast a silver-gray veil on the shy girl. Spring is a lazy season, but it quietly exudes vitality.
The footsteps of summer are approaching. The weather in summer is always changeable, sometimes it rains cats and dogs for no reason, as if it will never stop, and sometimes the sun is shining, making people breathless. The earth is like a big steamer, and everything seems to be burnt.
Summer night is the antonym of day. The refreshing and cool night is so comfortable, and the stars all over the sky keep telling the beauty of summer. The fruit fragrance in autumn is of course the biggest feature of Changyang.
Ponkan, mixed orange and blood orange all exude refreshing fragrance. If it rains continuously, the orchard will certainly be particularly interesting.
Now Changyang is full of mature autumn breath. Winter always inadvertently reveals her refined beauty.
Gently rotating snowflakes rotate like catkins in spring. The earth is filled with the festive atmosphere of the New Year. Red lanterns are hung in front of every household, and bright red blessings are posted on the doors.
During the day, people hold sparkling snowflakes in their hands and pile up into charming snowmen; At night, autumn fruits can come in handy. A few cold oranges were stuffed into the stove and soon turned into hot and delicious baked oranges.
Take a bite, and there is cold flesh in the steaming "fruit coat". The sour and sweet taste seems to add a lot of warmth to the cold winter. Thinking of my hometown, a year has passed, and I seem to see a simple family rocking a boat and gliding leisurely on the river.
Xiamen is a beautiful port scenic city with pleasant climate and beautiful mountains and seas all year round, especially Gulangyu-Shiwan Scenic Area, a national scenic spot, which is known as the "sea garden".
Xiamen is a typical subtropical city, and the residential buildings here are full of "Minnan customs". The arcade in the old city is the representative of modern architecture in Xiamen.
Walking in the corridor can not only keep out the sun and rain, but also create business opportunities for businesses. The local traditional culture and art in Xiamen has a history of 1700 years. The biggest feature is that they all sing in Xiamen dialect, which is Minnan dialect.
Especially loved by the old people. The daily life of Xiamen people is leisurely and elegant.
Xiamen people love to make tea and oolong tea, among which Tieguanyin in Anxi is the most famous. Xiamen people love music, especially Gulangyu Island, which is called "Piano Island".
There are many kinds of local traditional products in Xiamen, which are unique, including seafood-based dishes, vegetarian dishes in Nanputuo, economical and well-made local snacks, and subtropical fruits such as litchi and longan. Among them, peanut crisp is a famous Chinese pastry in Xiamen, also known as "tribute sugar".
The main materials are: peanuts and sugar. When making, peanut kernels are fried, peeled and boiled in sugar, then mashed into crisp, rolled into shapes and cut into small pieces to become delicious peanut crisp.
Xiamen is a colorful city. Living in this city will make you feel extremely happy.
3. Describe the composition of the local scenery: the afterglow of the sunset lazily climbs over the white and smooth skin of the mountain peak; Warmly shining on this quiet land, the clouds on the horizon drift by, as if following the footsteps of their companions; The blue lake slowly flows, and there are several boats across the lake, vaguely flashing some fishing fires. Maybe when the scenery is too lonely, I will sing, singing with the lake, taking me to recall that unforgettable past, with a little sadness, but when I turned away, I saw the other side of the mountain. That's where the sun rises again. Maybe spring will come tomorrow! The warm sunshine shines on the lake, and the last red leaf in the forest still stands proudly on the branches. The bright red and green colors and uncoordinated colors form a unique winter scene.
Sometimes a gust of wind blows, and branches without leaves rustle, which also makes people feel sad. But if you look at those branches again, new buds have been bred. This kind of fluffy and humble bud immediately reminds you of the future spring and the vibrant and flowery days.
Walking in the snow is more interesting. There is only a trace of wind in the sky, holding the snow like a kite. Looking up, this silk wind dominates the snowflake like a butterfly, falling obliquely, spinning and flying, floating to the ground and falling on pedestrians.
Snowflakes, like naughty children, never tire of playing, brush people's hot faces, turn into water droplets and flow onto eyebrows and beards, forming small ice cubes. Snow falls silently, fluttering. Soon, there will be a thin layer on the ground. When you step on it, it will make cheerful footsteps "cheep, cheep, cheep".
With this step, you can spread your imagination wings as much as possible, pursue your best memories and embrace your happiness! You might as well take a deep breath. The flowers of My Sweetie will soak in your heart and spleen. You can't help but think of a pure heart. When you wake up in the morning, you will feel that the whole world is so pure and the fog is filled in winter. After the fog cleared, a wonderful scene appeared immediately. The needles of pine trees are covered with thick frost, like white autumn chrysanthemums; The branches of deciduous trees are covered with white snow, just like white jade carved trees; The weeping willows are wrapped in silver, and the bushes are all white coral, which is confusing. There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world.
The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.
The snow at dusk, deeply cut, seems to be inextricably linked with emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and there is a sense of * * * like uncovering the head and tail. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers who go out to war, covered with silver armor, and like pieces of sailing ... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is only one piece of silver between heaven and earth, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.
After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow. I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more.
Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? With the coming of winter, people put on thick cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold wind and frost. With the coming of winter, everything has entered a "dead silence" period, leaving people with eyeful fatigue ... That winter, my Clivia was sick as early as two months ago.
When winter comes, it loses all its green color and becomes a pile of dead branches. I'm sorry that months of hard work went up in smoke.
In order to reassure myself a little, I didn't throw it away immediately, nor did I take it out of the flowerpot immediately. I just left it as it is. In this way, I spent the winter of that year in regret. Every time I touch the cold flowerpot, I feel sad and helpless in my heart.
Now that I think about it, I can still feel the long winter. After the spring of the following year, I made up my mind to get rid of the dead branches and make room for planting orchids in flowerpots.
So, I dug up the soil with a small shovel and prepared to uproot it. But at this moment, a miracle appeared.
As soon as I put the shovel into the dry thick soil and scraped it twice, I heard a crisp crack, and then I saw the fragments of the ceramic flowerpot scattered all over the floor. However, when I look carefully, it is the root of Clivia, which seems to have died last winter, wrapped in layers of soil and as thick as a white beard. Instead of necrosis, it became more and more lush and branched again and again.
Now, it is so lush that it fills the whole flowerpot, just like a dragon's paw sticking tightly to a porcelain flowerpot. No wonder it breaks at the touch. Seeing this, I quickly trimmed the messy roots and replanted them in the pot.
As a result, a month later, each flowerpot gave off a lovely Clivia bud. I have to marvel at this scene.
In the whole winter brewing, it can grow again and flourish. I was simply impressed by the miracle of this winter.
This admiration is from the heart. From the eyes to the heart, I have to sincerely sigh its tenacious vitality. Think about it, how stupid I was to give up the chance of a new life in such a hurry in winter.
Thick cotton-padded clothes really cut off all the joy and hope brought by new life. But now I understand that the temporary "dead silence" is to let us appreciate life more truly and appreciate life.
In winter, plants can be reborn by longing for spring after the "dead silence" in winter. What about that guy? Winter can also look forward to spring, and you can get greater new life and hope.
We should be awed by the magic of life, so we should show courage and action. Just like Clivia with withered stems and leaves, when spring shines on the earth, you will have the beauty like a Siberian butterfly, and then break the ice to find a brighter and brighter you. Snow, I love you, love your innocence, yours.
4. Write an article describing the night view of the city.
This is a bustling city. Just like six years ago, the night was still so charming. The neon lights on the roadside flashed and gave off dazzling light, reflecting a halo of lights in the night sky, adding endless charm. Pedestrians in the street passed by, enjoying the modern prosperity of each other, completely ignoring the stars and the moon that have risen into the sky.
Wandering alone in the noise, faces that may never see each other meet by chance. Some faces appear in life, while others disappear.
Six years, the same street view, different mood!
In the past six years, I have had the joy of success and the decadence after failure. Happiness, harvest, pain and loss have staggered on the stage of life for six years. Although there are no stormy waves, they always wear masks carefully, work hard all day and enjoy themselves only in loneliness and glitz. Now I have no joy, no joy, no sadness, no sadness, only a blank, a kind of loneliness and a little helplessness.
In fact, it is high time to change my mood and fight for a sky of my own, but I always feel a little hard to give up. Isn't it often said that "as long as you persist, the result will be different"?
Unconsciously, I have reached the suburbs, and the lights in the distance are faintly flashing. It should be another kind of prosperity. I made a careful distinction. I want to seize this prosperity, but I see the silent night in the distance, which is long, mysterious and unpredictable.
In the dark night, I stared at the fields, speechless, leaving only misplaced time, misplaced space and misplaced people. ...
As soon as I arrived in Shanghai, I was deeply attracted by this international metropolis. Not to mention the high-tech maglev train; Not to mention the spectacular Oriental Pearl Tower. Even the countless lights of that night were enough to make me linger.
As night falls, countless lights come on one after another, and everywhere is bustling, no matter the streets and alleys. A few small street lamps here are still pulling home, but it is already a fire tree and silver flower in the distance. There are countless neon lights on the street, red, yellow, blue, silver, green, purple and orange. Colorful. The sphere of the Oriental Pearl Tower is dotted with colorful and constantly changing. The tower seems to have put on a magical coat, which is full of jewels and sparkling. According to the tour guide, there are hundreds of changes! However, on the top floor of Jinmao Building, the silver is shining. At this moment, she becomes a girl in a white hat, standing quietly and looking at the beautiful scenery. The imitation foreign-style building made of marble also shines with soft orange light, which looks calm and elegant. Various buildings in the distance are outlined by colored lights. Coupled with the flashing colors, these buildings are also radiant and dressed like peacocks. Lights are everywhere, even the trees along the road are decorated with lights. The tree is covered with "bead chains", and it looks blue and more beautiful for a while. Those small street lamps seem to have a lot of brilliance against the gorgeous neon lights. On the street, it is magnificent; In the sky, the stars twinkle. All kinds of light intersect and reflect, which is beautiful.
Oh, what a magnificent view!
6. Articles and books on landscape description Shortly after sunset, the western sky was still burning with a touch of orange sunset. The sea is also dyed red by the sunset glow, which is more spectacular than the sky. Because it is active, whenever rows of waves surge, the sunset glow reflected on the peak is red and bright, just like a flaming flame, flashing and disappearing. Behind him, the glow of the sky gradually faded, the crimson color turned crimson, and the crimson color turned pale red. Finally, when all these red lights disappeared, the sky suddenly appeared high and far away and presented a solemn scene. The first morning star appeared, flashing in the dark blue sky. It is big and bright, and it is the only thing that attracts attention in the whole vast sky. Like a bright lamp hanging in the sky. Look, the persimmon trees in the western ravine are so red. Like a fire. Many poets and painters in ancient and modern times praised the color of maple leaves. However, maple leaves are not inferior to persimmon trees. And apples, the famous red banana apples at home and abroad, are also so red, so bright and so lovely. Dajinshuai Apple is glittering with the color of Huang Chengcheng; Hawthorn trees are covered with red fruits like red agate; On the other hand, grapes are more colorful. The kind called "Crystal" is long, green and crystal clear. It really looks like it is carved with crystal and jade. The kind called Red Rose is bright in purple, round and lovely, and looks like a string of purple pearls ... You can also go to see Ji Xianlin Yu's prose, including Hundred Years of Beauty, Tianzhu Heart Shadow, Cultural Journey, first frost River, Boundless Traveler and Notes on Mountain Living. I bought a series of essays, which should or can be about the forest and the sea.
7. The paragraphs describing the night view of the city are bright and starry. Everyone says the starry sky at night is beautiful. The stars twinkle in the universe, just like blinking, so cute.
What a wonderful thing it would be if a big round golden moon hung in the sky. Everything I say will always be understood.
I remember one night, while listening to Jay Chou's "Nocturne" with an MP3 player, I walked out of the balcony and looked at the beautiful night sky. The night was so beautiful that people were full of praise. I look at the beautiful night sky first, and then at the night view of the city. It is so beautiful that no one can stop it! In the universe, there are countless stars and planets shining in the light of the sun. When people see them, they think they are the light of the stars themselves, but they are actually the light of the sun. However, people still think they are beautiful.
I look at the golden moon and the twinkling stars in the universe, and I have a feeling that it is very beautiful. Every time I look at the stars, I want to reach out and pick one, and I want to catch one. I won't let the moon go, put it down and eat it in one bite. I am greedy when I think about it, so I wipe my mouth first.
In my mind, the stars and the moon are like angels, because I often make wishes to the stars and ask them to help me realize my wishes. Although the stars have never helped me realize my wish, I still regard the stars and the moon as angels.
They are so beautiful. The bright starry sky is so beautiful that all people are fascinated by it. Who told them they were so beautiful that others liked them?
Bright stars are always beautiful. Looking at the starry sky, the stars shine and the breeze blows gently.
Taking the sky as a curtain and the ground as a seat, I just sat on the ground, enjoying the refreshing summer night, listening to a pool of frogs and looking at the starry night sky. The sky is not pure black, but there is an infinite deep blue in black, which extends all the way to the distance.
My eyes really want to penetrate this shady layer, and I really want to see what the end of the day is. The sky is too vast, which makes me feel deeply small; The boundless universe makes me sigh that life is short.
"fleeting", I seem to understand the helplessness of the ancients. Look at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and frogs are still singing.
Looking at the stars all over the sky, my heart moved. Stars are the stars that decorate the night sky and shed their brilliance on the earth, whether they are famous stars or nameless stars. Yes, the universe is infinite and life is limited, but what's the regret? Since the development of human history, who can violate this objective law? However, why are many people like immortal stars in the sky, and their spirit and great achievements have been passed down to this day, and will even be passed down forever? The star blinked as if to confirm the correctness of my answer.
One after another, frogs, drums and insects seem to congratulate my heart on being suddenly enlightened. Grandparents and dads, like this nominal star, are pursuing, exploring and struggling in hardships, no matter how hot they are, there is how bright.
Indeed, life is limited, and individuals are small, but I want the stream of my life to flow into the long river of history, never stop and shine forever. Looking up at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still shining, and frogs and insects in the field are playing beautiful music. On a black swan-like night, the fifteenth moon is like a jade plate full of gold. At dawn, the pale green sky is dotted with several stars. The stars are bright and the wind is gentle.
Taking the sky as a curtain and the ground as a seat, I just sat on the ground, enjoying the refreshing summer night, listening to a pool of frogs and looking at the starry night sky. The sky is not pure black, but there is an infinite deep blue in black, which extends all the way to the distance.
My eyes really want to penetrate this shady layer, and I really want to see what the end of the day is. The sky is too vast, which makes me feel deeply small; The boundless universe makes me sigh that life is short.
"fleeting", I seem to understand the helplessness of the ancients. Look at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and frogs are still singing.
Looking at the stars all over the sky, my heart moved. Stars are the stars that decorate the night sky and shed their brilliance on the earth, whether they are famous stars or nameless stars. Yes, the universe is infinite and life is limited, but what's the regret? Since the development of human history, who can violate this objective law? However, why are many people like immortal stars in the sky, and their spirit and great achievements have been passed down to this day, and will even be passed down forever? The star blinked as if to confirm the correctness of my answer.
One after another, frogs, drums and insects seem to congratulate my heart on being suddenly enlightened. Grandparents and dads, like this nominal star, are pursuing, exploring and struggling in hardships, no matter how hot they are, there is how bright.
Indeed, life is limited, and individuals are small, but I want the stream of my life to flow into the long river of history, never stop and shine forever. Looking up at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and frogs and insects in the field are playing beautiful music.
There are few stars in the moon, because the brightness of the moon will cover the inconspicuous starlight nearby, so there has been an idiom "there are few stars in the moon" since ancient times. So in this description, the beauty of the stars and the moon is beautiful, but it is not realistic.
The tired moon is resting in the clouds, leaving only a few stars as if on sentry duty. At night, the evening breeze gently blows the curtains, and the bright moon in the starry sky is dazzling, and seemingly small stars are also embedded beside it. On such a night, you can temporarily forget those sad and troublesome things, and enjoy the night sky quietly while sipping fragrant tea or coffee. The most important thing for a person to live in this world is to be chic, open and happy.
However, if a person really wants to do this, it is really not easy. In the face of complex interpersonal relationships in society, sometimes difficult things, and some jealous people plotting against themselves behind their backs, it is really necessary to be cautious at every step. To play online games, we must bravely face those unknown dangers.
There are many good people in the world, but there are also many bad people. Under such circumstances, it is inevitable that family members often tell themselves to be more careful outside.
8. Pastoral scenery composition
The richness of the city is undeniable, but in contrast, I prefer the simple beauty of the natural countryside. The sky in the country is bluer than that in the city, the air in the country is fresher than that in the city, and the plants in the country are greener than that in the city … What do you think? I think the exhaust gas from cars and factories makes the air turbid, the sky gloomy, and the plants are naturally not as good as those in the countryside!
Today, I went to my grandmother's new home to play. Although the room is simple, it is neat. Behind the house is a large lawn, where cows graze leisurely and comfortably. The sky is blue and bright, and looking up makes people afraid to open their eyes, just like a shy little girl, afraid to see people. It's spring now, and a hundred flowers are blooming and competing for beauty. I think it's a fashion show, with clothes of all colors! Green seedlings constantly flock to the ground, scrambling to see the beautiful spring. The most beautiful river is not clear, but it is also clear. The big boats and small boats on the river move slowly, some are fishing boats, some are passenger ships and some are private boats. A breeze from the river blew my face and the fragrance followed me into my nose. That's the smell of precocious fruit, which reminds me of the city breeze. It doesn't bring fragrance, but unpleasant car exhaust, which is in obvious contrast with the breeze in the country.
The countryside is not only simple in scenery but also simple in people! Grandma was a stranger when she first arrived there. However, some old women often take her to play mahjong, and sometimes even send some home-grown vegetables to grandma. And grandma's landlord didn't want to grow vegetables because she was too old, and she borrowed a piece of land for grandma to grow!
I really think the city of hope can be as beautiful as the countryside!
9. About the composition describing the beautiful scenery of hometown, 600 words, not rural areas, cities, but also jasmine flowers. Last night, there was the first heavy rain since the beginning of summer in the western Sichuan plain, and the sudden rain tore the peace of the whole night.
The falling raindrops fell on the roof, splashing one after another. Close the window and let it rain enough. Anyway, no matter how heavy the rain is, it can't stop me from dreaming a good dream, so I gradually fell asleep in this dripping song.
I came to the balcony of the study in the morning and found that the petals of jasmine had fallen to the ground. Why do white flowers wither? Maybe it was the heavy rain last night that made them fall off the branches early.
I can't help thinking, it's late at night, how magnificent and beautiful this white elf will float down together. Beauty is so pure, so short and so melancholy.
I slowly picked up a flower, and the faint fragrance still existed. Compared with the flowers in the past, there are only a little raindrops in the stamens. No, maybe it's the tears of flowers. White flowers must be reluctant to leave the branches, helpless. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. How magnificent and sad it is! Although the white spirit is still fragrant, it may be the soul of flowers.
I slowly picked up the flowers and petals on the ground and gently put them in the flowerpot. They will never be separated from that little bit of soil. Let them turn into spring mud and nourish the next white soul.
Sometimes I think about a person's life, perhaps just like this pure and white flower, which has no eternity but blooms. When we fall from the branches of life, will there still be jasmine's calmness and indifference?
The life of a flower is limited, and the journey of life has an end, so flowers should bloom incisively and vividly. If you have ideals, you should be a persistent dream catcher. Although years have portrayed our faces more and more mature, I believe that our innocence a few years ago has already been integrated into the vicissitudes of time stories.
A grain of sand says the world, and half a flower looks at human feelings. Maybe at that time, after countless days and nights of subversion, we will also fall from the branches.
Seeing these white pieces scattered all over the floor, I am not as sad and disappointed as Sister Lin. Everything has an end, just like this jasmine flower. Although it fell with joy, its flower posture, appearance and fragrance have long been remembered in my heart.
Finally, may the white elves be quietly reborn in the soil. At that time, the flowers will be more fragrant and charming because of this hard work.
Summer in my hometown (this is in the countryside, and cities are hard to find) is very noisy. One day in late spring, I suddenly cried. When I appeared this summer, I bumped into someone, which made me feel unprepared. But the children in my hometown don't think so. They always proudly hold cicada shells in front of my eyes. These treasures were found under the tree long ago. As soon as summer comes, my hometown becomes beautiful.
The most lively thing in summer is the river. Those naughty children can't stand the heat in summer for a long time, and they want to use water to cool down. Boys always like to stand on the towering rocks on the banks of the river and then jump into the river, splashing high and clear water.
When the child who jumped into the water has just gained a foothold, other friends will come and wrestle with him. One dived into the water to hold his feet, and the other climbed up to hold his waist. "One, two, three", let's try to knock him down in the water. At this time, the girl sitting on the shore giggled. They always sit by the river, put their feet in the clear river and gently stir up several ripples.
Some put their shoulders on each other, and some hold hands. They always seem to have jokes and endless little secrets. Some girls are brave enough to lift their trouser legs deep and walk slowly into the river.
They seldom swim, just stand in the water and look at their clean and beautiful feet through the water. The flowers in front of the mountain and behind it are in full bloom, and there are flowers on the ridges of the dirt road. Although they are unknown, they all smile in the wind.
Girls are hard to see at this time. They always hide in the flowers and secretly fold their favorite flowers. Some put them in their pockets and take them home carefully; Some hold them in their hands and wave them in the wind; There are also beautiful ones inserted into your head, and then a shy smile on your face opens, but you always blush and run away before you can see them clearly.
Children often gather in the pond at the head of the village. They always go there with fishing rods and baskets, and some people also bring baskets because there are bright lotus flowers in the pond. Children will quietly support the boat and hide in the lotus leaves, and some will break off a few pieces of budding flowers and take them home to enjoy in the jar.
Every night when the stars are shining, the village will be busy for a while. Every family will sit in the yard behind the house, and the family will sit around a table talking and laughing. There is often a big bowl of mung bean soup or lily soup on the table, and sometimes there is a big watermelon to quench your thirst ... The summer in my hometown is not short, and it ends as suddenly as it comes.
One day, it was still hot in the morning, and suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and the rainstorm was like a note. After the rain cleared up, I suddenly felt cold Put on long sleeves, walk through the muddy path, and see chrysanthemums in bud on the roadside ... The ship moves slowly, and the sky moves with it.
At this time, I really have some understanding of the word seasky. The wind blows head-on, seeps into the bottom of my heart, is cool, and takes away the summer heat a little.
The sea rolls up layers of waves, and those waves are like happy children chasing and playing on the vast sea. The wind brings a lot of dust and dirt from a distance and scatters it into the sea. The waves rolled them up and magically turned them into new faces while keeping themselves blue, beautiful and clean.
Piles of wave dregs often float on the sea surface, and the sea quietly swallows it, making no noise, still swaying slightly and welcoming everything with a smile. Sitting on a boat is like passing by the sea. The sea held us high and took us happily through one journey after another. As soon as I turned around, I immediately tidied up the hair that was messed up by the boat without leaving a trace.
Look at the sky quietly. Hundreds of rivers ran to the sea, and the sea greeted them happily, holding their hands and running happily to the vast center, and the river immediately became wide in the sea.