In the morning, the whole world is clear, and the sun shines gently on everything through a faint shock, which has a pleasing feeling and is intoxicating!

Dawn slowly began, and it was another colorful morning, coming to the world with freshness.

Walking in the garden, the moist smell of the soil keeps coming to the nose. Small flowers on the roadside are covered with crystal dew, like sparkling diamonds, teetering; The breeze in Xu Lai, the fragrance of flowers, the flaming cockscomb, the climbing morning glory and the delicate rose are all in full bloom. I don't know which bird is singing on the telephone pole, and the chirping sound suddenly forms a wonderful piece of music.

Walking on campus, I feel that the campus is so quiet and beautiful. Sometimes fog hangs over the whole school like layers of gauze. Nothing can be seen except the teaching building and some tall and tidy trees. The morning breeze blows gently, which makes people relaxed and happy.

Walking on the dam, butterflies and flowers are lingering, willows are dyed with light green, swaying freely in the spring breeze, stretching their waists. They dress themselves up and wear short and tender braids. How elegant and comfortable they are! There are many pink flowers on the branches of peach trees. A spring breeze is blowing, the peach blossoms give off a faint fragrance, swarms of bees are flying around among the flowers, and the grass is sneaking out of the soil as if to see enough of the outside world. Some of them bend like shy girls; Some are like lively and lovely children swinging their bodies.

Everything in the morning is so vibrant, high-spirited and intoxicating!

2. The landscape composition in the morning is beautiful in winter. If you don't believe them, please have a look-every morning I open the door and go out, and the biting cold wind hits me from time to time. Occasionally, naughty little snowflakes fall like dancing. Hexagonal snowflakes are varied: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like pieces of paper ... they are beautiful. Fall to the ground, as if to spread a thick blanket on the ground; Falling on a tree, like wearing silver; It landed in the car like a fresh cream cake. This beautiful snow scene makes people immerse themselves in fresh air. Everything is wrapped in silver and beautiful. However, what makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the window, some of which are like forests and full of mystery; Some are like streams, as if flowing quietly; Some are like Santa Claus, as if to give gifts to people ... Miss Winter is really ingenious! The club is crowded and very lively. People are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, like cotton bags. They do morning exercises with beautiful music. There is a thick layer of ice on the artificial lake, and some naughty little students are frolicking on the lake, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time. ... in winter, the weather is very cold. To tell the truth, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I have a strange feeling. Ah, I love winter, because in winter, "a strong grass is known by a strong wind", and I love its character. In the winter campus of Deng (primary school), I always feel bored staying at home, so I go out for a walk with my grandmother. Out of the door, I couldn't help taking a breath of the air after the rain. The air is so fresh. I saw that the thorns that bloomed brilliantly last week were scared down by the cold wind, and the thorns of wild roses in the community were not as strong as before. As soon as I pressed it, it fell, and so did the pink petals. On the flower bed, pieces of dead leaves fell on it and turned into bowls of sweet spring water after the rain. Walking on Wu Tong Road, the ground is full of Wu Tong leaves, and the north wind is blowing. They scampered into the road like a group of naughty and lovely little people, and the north wind scampered around in my clothes. Several cypress trees beside the 576 station are still standing without fear. They are so strong and straight. There are several chrysanthemums beside the school gate, which seems to add some vitality to the deserted campus. Several children are playing by the pool on campus, and the old people are sitting by the pool in groups of three, talking about the past and the present. The waves rippled, reflecting the surrounding lights. When I came to the bamboo forest in the north of the mountain, I saw them standing firmly on the grass. The north wind blew, and they shook their heads as if they were not afraid of this cold winter. Unconsciously, I stood in front of our house. I still looked at the beautiful scenery in winter, but I didn't look back ... Looking up, the dark blue sky was so charming. Bright little stars twinkle in the sky, and they gather more and more, as if dancing on the blue carpet, blinking and talking to me. Ah! The night is so magical that the moon just climbed the treetops and gave off bright light. The night is quiet. This is winter on campus, a beautiful and quiet winter.

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3.400 words describe a scene in the morning-the school playground.

It's morning, but it's not. After all, it's past 9 o'clock, but the feeling of high clouds and refreshing that day is still like a vibrant morning.

I went to physical education class and went to the playground. The snow in winter has not melted yet. When waiting in line, there will always be one or two students swishing the snow on the ground, making the snow on the ground fly into the sky again and then fall down. The students call this "artificial snow scene!" "

The weather was bad, the teacher asked me to run around and complain, and everything began to be clean. Some students who want to exercise quickly run in front of the team, and I am one of them. In this way, round and round, in the intersection of panting and sweating, I finally ran away.

Finish the preparatory activities and start to play freely. I was a little tired from running, so I sat down and tried to have a rest. The whole playground is surrounded by cement walls, and some of them have some mottled cracks, which adds some special interest to the plain cement walls. Outside the wall are rugged buildings, which give the whole playground an artistic visual sense. In the east building, the sky is different from other places. Due to the white clouds, the light from the sun turned pale red, but the sun seemed to be a naughty doll, constantly changing colors, turning orange for a while and crimson for a while. Maybe it's really a prank, and I refuse to show up anyway.

Looking up, I saw the sky again. At this moment, the sky seems to be as big as a playground. Although there are faint clouds, blue sky and slow wind, I always feel uneasy.

Stepping out of the playground, I suddenly heard the teacher's warning, and now I'm going to physical education class!

Hearing the teacher's words, I drew back my feet and smiled faintly. This smile is not sorry, but helpless. Do people spend their whole lives in various "cages"?

4. Write a landscape composition about 350 words about Beautiful Morning. I like mornings, especially on campus.

The morning on campus is very quiet. Although it has passed beginning of autumn, the roaring autumn wind still makes people feel a bit biting, making the saplings just planted in the school rustle. Thin morning fog hangs over the campus like gauze, and the teaching building is hidden in the faint morning fog. I don't know when the gorgeous morning glow dyed half the sky red and sprinkled soft colors on campus. What a beautiful campus landscape.

The morning on campus is lively. When the students came to school one after another, the campus suddenly boiled. In order to make the campus cleaner, everyone is not afraid of hard work and insists on cleaning the campus. Some students sweep the floor, some sprinkle water and some take out the garbage. Everyone was in full swing and sweaty ... In a short time, there was a loud sound of reading on campus, neat and loud, which made people fascinated.

The morning on campus is full of hope. As soon as the bell rang, everyone threw themselves into intense study. Students are holding books one by one, some are reading texts, and some are reciting ancient poems. ........................................................................................................................................................ should repay all his relatives, friends and teachers who care about himself with practical actions. What a beautiful campus! I love campus!

5. Write a 400-word composition describing the morning scenery of Shadao Central Primary School. My parents and I have been to Yunnan, Chongqing, Jinan, which is known as the "Spring City", and Guilin, which has the best scenery in the world ... but I still think Malan is the best. I love Malan.

Malan, located at the foot of Tianshan Mountain in central Xinjiang, is the living area of China Nuclear Test Base. Malan is very small, only seven square kilometers, and it can't even be found on the map. Some people say, "it is a combination of urban scenery and rural scenery." But I think it should be a garden-style military city. Every morning, when the loud bugle pierced the sky, the horn sounded again and again in Malan city, which was the morning exercise of the PLA uncle. They are full of energy, strong and confident. This is the beginning of Malan's day.

The grandfather of a general in Malan said, "There are as many ordinary days as there are great days." It is the hard work and selfless dedication of Malan people from generation to generation that caused the explosion of atomic bombs and hydrogen bombs on the endless Gobi Desert, which made China really stand upright and made China's voice more weighty in the world.

I love Malan not only because of its beautiful scenery, but also because of the great cause that Malan people are engaged in. I am proud that I am a small member of Malan.

6. A happy morning with a composition of about 400 words in the fourth grade.

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

Walking in the street, I looked at the east, and saw the bright rays of Xia Guang shining through the thin clouds, sprinkled on the earth, sprinkled on people's faces, and painted everyone's hair with a layer of Hui Jin, as if the morning glow wanted to put a crown on everyone. At the same time, I feel the freshness of the morning. There is no noisy noise in my ears, no beep of the car horn, only the morning wind sings in my ears, which makes my hair a little messy.

People who run in the morning are enjoying the natural beauty endowed by nature and running leisurely. Seeing such a scene, I also sincerely yearn for it, and I can't help but join the morning running team. Running and running, a "beautiful scenery" appeared in front of me. In a square on the side of the road, there are dozens of old aunts dressed in red, holding flower fans, smiling, waving their hands, twisting their waists and dancing in the morning breeze. They seem 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 early morning, many people miss the time, fresh air, beautiful scenery and leisurely mood. I am deeply moved by it and think of a sentence that the teacher taught me: A day's plan lies in the morning. I want to get up early every Sunday morning, go out for a walk, integrate into the environment and society, and move from morning to a better tomorrow.

7. Dongfeng Road Primary School Composition 400 A Beautiful Morning Spring in Wuhan is still chilly. Grandma Dong still refuses to leave, and Sister Chun has come with light steps.

On Saturday morning, the sun shines warmly on the earth. I leaned against the window and looked at the community garden. Sister Chun has put on new clothes for the withered plants with her little hands-the grass no longer bows its head, but holds its head high, breaks through the ground and shakes its pointed little head; The flowers are competing to open, and the "Spring Garden Dance" is danced against the spring breeze, and the arrival of Sister Chun is greeted with a smile. The tree is always simple, standing on the ground with its thick feet, motionless, as if a soldier was practicing his military posture; Birds fly in the air, play with swallows, sing to trees and dance with flowers. ...

There are many small pine trees in the garden of the community path. Small pine trees bring us fresh oxygen; Clusters of small flowers in the garden bring us the message of spring.

Fitness equipment is placed in a corner of the community. People often exercise here and fully enjoy this vibrant spring.

Ah! How beautiful spring is!

8. Dongfeng Road Primary School Composition 400 A Beautiful Morning Spring in Wuhan is still chilly. Grandma Dong still refuses to leave, and Sister Chun has come with light steps.

On Saturday morning, the sun shines warmly on the earth. I leaned against the window and looked at the community garden. Sister Chun has put on new clothes for the withered plants with her little hands-the grass no longer bows its head, but holds its head high, breaks through the ground and shakes its pointed little head; The flowers are competing to open, and the "Spring Garden Dance" is danced against the spring breeze, and the arrival of Sister Chun is greeted with a smile. The tree is always simple, standing on the ground with its thick feet, motionless, as if a soldier was practicing his military posture; Birds fly in the air, play with swallows, sing to trees, and dance with flowers ... There are many small pine trees in the flower beds of the community path.

Small pine trees bring us fresh oxygen; Clusters of small flowers in the garden bring us the message of spring. Fitness equipment is placed in a corner of the community.

People often exercise here and fully enjoy this vibrant spring. Ah! Spring is really beautiful.

9. Composition describing autumn morning scenery. The junior high school level is about 500 words. In autumn, I am a makeup artist, making the world particularly charming; In autumn, he is a magician, dyeing the fields golden. Autumn is a gentle woman, and the oncoming autumn wind is so light and soft. In autumn, all the delicate and charming flowers wither, so who is the protagonist of autumn? It's leaves. Walking on the path with trees on both sides, my eyes are full of fallen leaves. I picked up a leaf and observed it carefully. It turned out to be a maple leaf. Look, how beautiful she is! The leaves that extend around are mostly like palms with five fingers open, and the edges are slightly serrated. The veins on them are clearly visible and connected in series. Her color is more beautiful, just like a burning fire, so bright and dazzling. Sad people will be inspired to cheer up after reading it. I know that maple leaves are not only dazzling red, but also a series of charming colors such as yellow and green. I can't help wondering why only the maple leaf is red among all the yellow leaves. Is it because of the influence of autumn sunshine, or because I left my mother's tree, I thought and gently held her in my hand ... not only the maple leaves are lovely, but also many leaves are interesting. Look, I have found a good thing now, and that is Hollyleaf. Although ugly, he is very fierce. The spike on the side is his self-defense weapon. The cold dark green leaves of holly make yellow eyes full of vitality several times. Compared with delicate flowers, it also has some fun. In the distance, a few leaves fell. I ran to pick them up. There are ginkgo trees in miniskirts, noble and elegant phoenix trees, and ... because of them, life is more colorful. The autumn sky is a windy season, a harvest season, a season of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, and of course, a beautiful season.

The sky is the most beautiful in autumn. In the morning, the sky is quiet, the color is as blue as the sea, and the sun is "up". It rises from the east, and the sunshine is not too strong, which makes people feel very warm.

At noon, the sun is extremely fierce, like an angry uncle, and it is particularly hot on people, but there are still a few birds flying freely in the air, making "twittering, twittering" sounds from time to time, as if to say "hot, hot, hot!" One afternoon, the sun weakened a lot. Without much sunshine, people can vaguely see the clouds in the sky. Some of them eat like rabbits, some run like leopards, and some fly like dragons ... Although the sun shines on their eyes, they can't see clearly, but they are already satisfied! At night, the sun is not as bright as at noon. The blue sky turned pale red like a drunk. The sun gradually took off its orange coat and turned red. Everything around it was so red. It slowly returned to the embrace of the western hills, and its light was weak, like a match that was about to go out. It went down, leaving a rosy glow, like a fairy's clothes falling from the sky to the ground, and it was quiet around.

People are bathed in sunshine, so comfortable! At night, the sky is dark, just like the jade emperor accidentally knocked over the ink bottle when writing. There are countless stars shining in the sky, like eyes in the sky. The big round moon illuminates the night and the naughty children's way home, just like the lights in the dark. And I, lying in my grandfather's arms, listening to his story about the moon ... I love autumn, it has windy and cool weather, its changeable sky, especially blue, like sapphire, especially high.

It's like flying away. A flock of geese flew from the north, like countless wonderful black spots, lining up for a while.

Near, near, they are talking and laughing, frolicking and flying south happily. In the autumn wind, she came to the world quietly like a girl, dressed in golden clothes and with light steps.

You see, Miss Qiu came to the field and dyed the cotton ball as white as snow. Corn was very happy when she saw Miss Qiu. She deliberately changed a bunch of golden tassels and grinned, revealing white teeth. Soybean may be too excited, and some even burst into laughter; The meal was especially polite, and I bent down to meet the long-lost autumn girl; Sorghum has always been afraid of meeting strangers, that is, afraid of meeting Miss Qiu. I'm still embarrassed. My face turned red. Miss Qiu came to the yard.

You see, chrysanthemums are gorgeous, red as fire, yellow as gold, pink as chardonnay and white as snow. Walk into the orchard.

I saw a pear with rich nutrition; A string of pearl-like grapes changed from green to crimson, long, round and big, crystal clear, like agate. After picking grapes, I picked a big one and put it in my mouth. Sweet and sour, and a lot of juice. It's delicious.

Jujube trees are covered with shiny red dates. A bite is sweet and crisp. Autumn is the season to turn ideals into reality, and autumn is a sacred angel that gives people life.

Autumn is the harvest season. Autumn is the time when all ripe food falls.

Autumn is the harvest season. Therefore, people love autumn, love her crisp autumn, love her beautiful clouds, love her fragrance floating in the fields.

Autumn makes farmers smile brilliantly. Autumn leaves are coming, and the weather makes me feel a little cold. I looked at the fields, golden yellow. Where are the leaves? Autumn leaves are colorful and unique.

In the afternoon, I came to the small park, climbed to the hillside and saw ginkgo trees at a glance. Ginkgo leaves are like a small fan.

When the autumn wind blows, Ginkgo biloba leaves sway with the wind, like fanning us. At this time, a strange idea came into my mind: could it be that autumn is so cold that they fanned me? I looked at the ginkgo tree, and it seemed to nod to me.

Ginkgo biloba leaves are pale yellow, shaking hard, and the leaves are dancing like yellow butterflies. There is also a bamboo forest in the small park, and its leaves are still so green now.

From a distance, it looks like a green soldier standing upright, protecting the "natural" castle. No wonder poets often use "three friends and old coldness" to express their aloof character.

Among many leaves, I like maple leaf best. It falls off in autumn.

10. Write 400 words about the morning scene of Shadao Central Primary School. My parents and I have been to Yunnan, where the seasons are like spring, Chongqing, which is foggy, Jinan, which is known as the "Spring City", and Guilin, which has the best scenery in the world ... But I still think Malan is the best. I love Malan.

Malan, located at the foot of Tianshan Mountain in central Xinjiang, is the living area of China Nuclear Test Base. Malan is very small, only seven square kilometers, and it can't even be found on the map.

Some people say, "it is a combination of urban scenery and rural scenery." But I think it should be a garden-style military city.

Every morning, when the loud bugle pierced the sky, the horn sounded again and again in Malan city, which was the morning exercise of the PLA uncle. They are full of energy, strong and confident.

This is the beginning of Malan's day. The grandfather of a general in Malan said, "There are as many ordinary days as there are great days."

It is the hard work and selfless dedication of Malan people from generation to generation that caused the explosion of atomic bombs and hydrogen bombs on the endless Gobi Desert, which made China really stand upright and made China's voice more weighty in the world. I love Malan not only because of its beautiful scenery, but also because of the great cause that Malan people are engaged in.

I am proud that I am a small member of Malan.