1 Summer has arrived, and it has passed that meadow, as usual, quietly. ...
Many people like spring, because it is warm and it is the season when everything recovers. Many people like autumn because it is cool and it is the harvest season. Many people like winter because it is white and the season of new life. But many people don't like summer, because it is very hot, which means fidgety. But I don't think so. Summer is a season of fanaticism and excitement, just like the golden period of life-adolescence.
Go to the grass in the community and take a deep breath. You will smell a refreshing smell, which is the smell of grass. If you carefully observe the grass, you will see it moving, active and boiling again in this windless season, although it is only a slight movement.
There are many stones scattered on the grass. Maybe those naughty children hate throwing stones in summer to vent their anger. It is because of the stones they throw that they become the home of crickets. Every night, there is a subtle and pleasant song under the stone. I heard the sound and left. I just want to reach out and lift the stone to look at this great musician, but I thought that such a bold visit would interrupt this timid musician's singing, so I drew back my hand and continued listening.
I love nature, I love life and I love summer. If there are no summer activities, summer venting and summer savings, how can there be beauty in spring, glory in autumn and tranquility in winter?
In fact, summer is also beautiful!
On the first day, I wrote a landscape composition in 300 words: Yu He, an unknown river. Although it is not as vast and magnificent as the Bailang River, I think the scenery here is unique.
In spring, the first batch of new greens on the willows by the river broke the gray winter, bringing a few crisp birdsongs and gurgling water. Insects go out for the first time to feel the breath of spring, and the earth is full of vitality. When spring is strong, the river is green; The coast is green; Trees are green, too. The river looks from a distance, and the light green reaches the horizon, and the blue and white sky seems to be rendered by spring. What a pair of Yu He spring!
In summer, busy insects run on the ground, and dense grass covers the ground. Cicada couldn't bear loneliness and played a "symphony" in summer. Black ants are working under the tree, and yellow bees are collecting honey from the flowers. The heavy rain washed away the dry river bed, and the frog's voice kept echoing in my ears. ...
In autumn and winter, the trees on both sides are baptized by the autumn wind, and the dense leaves turn into golden butterflies. Silver moon shines on the Milky Way, and overnight, it's ice and snow.
Xiaoyu Hehe is different, and it has its own style all year round. Although he is unknown, he can always taste another taste as long as he has the heart.
This is the Yu He River.
In every corner of the earth, there is a sunset, but the most beautiful sunset is in Sanya.
Because I am an authentic Sanya child, everything in Sanya is the most beautiful in my mind. I often drive to the dock with my parents, sit on the shore casually, cling to my parents and look up at the sunset that is about to sink into the ocean. A warm feeling arises spontaneously, and a warm current flows into my heart. I can't tell whether it's because my parents give me a sense of security or the sunset is really smiling at me.
Birds have to go back to their homes and snuggle up with their parents, just like me. And that beautiful sunset seems to be guarding them and shining brightly on their way home.
Sunset is a quiet good friend, sincerely embracing every mountain, and the vast ocean is also her most loyal confidant, reflecting the beauty of sunset, just like a painting, stopping at the bottom of my heart. When I am in a bad mood, it gives me a hundred times more comfort than any elixir.
The breeze blew and the sunset faded away. It still listens to my heart and broadens my mind. Who can say that the sunset in Sanya is not the most beautiful in the whole earth?
Write a landscape composition in 300 words on the first day. 4 Spring is coming!
A spring breeze blew away the cold, and willow branches took out buds; A spring rain melted the snow and the grass got out of the grass; A piece of spring light shines on the earth, and flowers smile shyly.
What a beautiful spring! What a colorful spring it is!
Spring is a song! Listen, sparrows are chirping in the branches, as if announcing the arrival of spring; The snow melts and the stream flows happily. "Ding Dong Ding Dong-"sounds crisp and sweet, as if playing a moving tune; The breeze blew across the lake, the calm water was sparkling, the weeping willows on the shore danced with soft branches, and the "salad salad" stirred the beautiful dance.
Spring is a painting! You see, the flowers are in bud; The green leaves are sticking out of the branches, and the green leaves are about to drip; Buds and buds are pushed out of the ground and work hard. What a vibrant scene!
In the spring sowing season, farmers' uncles wear straw hats and work hard in the fields; Students sit in the classroom and study hard to lay a solid foundation for the new semester.
At the weekend, I went for an outing in the field with my friends by bike. Looking at the past, my eyes are full of green, really "spring breeze and flowers"! The spring breeze brushed my cheek and tickled me hard. I giggled. Breathing the fresh air, I can't help but admire:
"Ah, this intoxicating spring!"
Chun, I love you!
You see, the quiet and beautiful snowflake breaks the silence of winter, and snow creates the unique beauty of winter with its beautiful dance! When all is silent, one snowflake after another floats gently in the air, dancing like a beautiful white butterfly, making the earth full of vitality.
Countless snowflakes dressed the earth as a crystal palace in a fairy tale overnight. You see, a tree, a plum blossom, put on the silver-white clothes made of snowflakes overnight, which is the most popular clothes all winter. Those decorated trees, some like shy little girls and some like Snow White in fairy tales, have their own styles. However, after Leng Xue's baptism, plum blossoms are in full bloom, pink as chardonnay, red as fire and white as snow. The cold wind blows, and the petals play the winter melody like notes. Only snow is her perfect music accompaniment, and trees are their loyal listeners.
The trees all over the mountains are swaying and intoxicated in the music of plum blossoms and the dance of snow. The rhythm of winter is cheerful, plum blossoms speed up the music with the rhythm, and snowflakes rotate and dance with the rhythm. This scene is even more wonderful, making the trees clap their hands more happily, attracting sparrows to watch the excitement, cheering and clapping, and spreading the happiness of winter everywhere.
Throughout the winter, there is only one kind of beauty, and that is the happy dance that snow brings to the whole winter.
10/day, I had a seven-day holiday, and my mother took me to my uncle's house in Tianjin.
Uncle took us to Guwen Street.
We drove along the Haihe River to the street of Wenhua Street. As soon as I entered the door, I saw the famous snacks in Wenhua Street. I bought a cotton candy, white and sweet. We also tasted the famous 18th Street Twist and Ear Eye Fried Cake. Further inside, the goods are dazzling, dazzling, red, green and colorful. It seems that I can't see dozens of eyes, because today is a holiday, so many people come here to play. If I am not careful, I will get lost. I followed my uncle closely, and I was afraid I would go blind.
I've been walking around all afternoon and I'm really tired. When I finally came out, my uncle bought me a sugar blower made of clay figurine, and my grandfather blew me a white rabbit to eat radish. I really can't bear to eat it, because it is so cute. Finally, I decided to put it on display at home.
So the interesting day passed.
One day in the summer vacation, my mother took me to play in the Yangtze River.
The next day, we came to the Yangtze River. I get up early. In the morning, a mist rose on the river. After embroidering this mist, I saw the Yangtze River flowing slowly. At this time, the Yangtze River is still sleeping. I breathe the morning air, which makes me refreshed.
At noon, the sleeping Yangtze River woke up. At this time, the Yangtze River began to get busy. The current is fast, just like a naughty boy rolling up a whirlpool. The Yangtze River sometimes sings. Listen to the noise. This is a masterpiece of the Yangtze River.
In the evening, the sun went down and the river was covered with a layer of golden yellow. I was standing on the boat watching the beautiful evening when suddenly a little brother asked me, "Brother, who paved the Yangtze River into golden yellow?" At this time, the busy Yangtze River seems to feel a little tired.
The locals say that the scenery of the Yangtze River during the day is not as good as that at night. As night falls, a bright full moon hangs in the dark sky and is reflected in the Yangtze River. It is so round and beautiful, as if there is a full moon in the Yangtze River. ...
Late at night, the Yangtze River, which had been running for a day, gradually calmed down. It looks very quiet in the beautiful moonlight.
Now I want to visit the beautiful Yangtze River.
I woke up this morning and found it snowing outside.
I feel it snows a little late this year, and it doesn't start until after the Chinese New Year. Now, the whole world has changed and turned into a vast expanse of whiteness.
Snow is still falling silently, flying all over the sky, changing the dance posture with the change of wind direction. The powder of crystal silk is flying in the air, just like the color of a pear tree. The whole world seems to be moved by this dance and put on a white suit.
The snow is getting smaller and smaller, and small snowflakes fall from the sky and fly and play in the sky. Then, the sky is like throwing a few cans of sugar. They are flying in the air, as if reluctant to part with the sky and refuse to land. Some also quietly jumped on the collar of pedestrians and disappeared silently.
I looked out the window, and the earth was so white and beautiful. From a distance, tall buildings, houses, fields and rivers are covered with a layer of white gauze, which is very dazzling and makes the sky brighter.
Until the evening, I couldn't help sighing that this city is really beautiful when it snows.
It's sunny today. My mother took me to the park this morning. Waves of wind blow on my face, cool and comfortable. It turned out that Miss Qiu came to the park quietly with light steps.
Go inside, the green lawn is not so green, and there is still some yellow inside.
The leaves of buttonwood trees in the park are like golden palms, fluttering with the wind, as if welcoming our arrival; Ginkgo tree leaves are green with yellow, like handfuls of small fans, bringing cool autumn; Willow leaves seem to be added by the painter, with yellow in the green, which is particularly eye-catching; There are also many trees with Phnom Penh on their leaves, which add a lot of color to this autumn.
Some yellow leaves, touched by the autumn wind's mother-in-law, slowly fall like colorful butterflies. It seems that they don't want to say goodbye to their mother. They dance at their mother's feet and roll for a long time. Some children are running around under the tree to pick up leaves. They picked up the most beautiful leaves and wanted to cherish the beautiful autumn.
There are colorful chrysanthemums, bundles of bright red flowers, blooming in the flower beds, adding a touch of gorgeous light to this autumn.
This is a beautiful autumn, do you like it?
Autumn has come, leaves have fallen, and autumn is crisp and fruitful. How charming! Looking at the fields in spring, summer, autumn and winter, the most beautiful and attractive is the autumn fields.
In the field, the rice is ripe and golden, as if someone had spread a thick layer of gold in the field. The autumn wave shakes the ear of rice, making the heavy ear of rice swing rhythmically, as if the golden mountain is sliding. Wind and waves are like moving music.
On the hillside, an ear of sorghum stands proudly. When the autumn wind blows, they are like the torch of victory, shaking happily. At the intersection of the field and the hillside, the thick green corn stalks vomit huge ears of fruit. Under the irradiation of autumn, it is golden and Huang Chengcheng, like a crown in a palace. There is a big road in the middle of the hillside. The grass on the roadside is not full, maybe they are losing weight. The small shrubs on the roadside look a little listless. I wonder if they didn't sleep well last night.
There are trees on both sides of a road, and the brim of summer clothes and winter clothes has become much thinner. A gust of wind blew, and leaves fell one after another, red, yellow, flowery and so on. It is like a fairy scattering flowers, and it is like thousands of colorful butterflies flying in the air.
An old cow was pulling a cart on the road and walked a little slowly. From time to time, she stepped on a litter and gasped. A group of children are playing under the tree. Some of them are playing hide-and-seek, some are throwing sandbags, and some are playing 123 Woodenhead. Look at the clothes they are wearing, some are long trousers, some are long shorts, some are short trousers, and some are shirtless, as if they are doing a fashion show.