Excellent composition on rivers 1 When I came back from school, I happened to pass by the river in my hometown.
I couldn't help but look at it a few more times: Xiaohe is really a quiet girl. She made a necklace with pebbles and a skirt with pure water, and dressed herself beautifully. Sunlight shines on the lake, reflecting sparkling water waves, just like gold powder, evenly sprinkled on the lake; Like bright diamonds, they shine with dazzling light.
At the bottom of the river, water plants are swaying with the wind. If you don't look carefully, you don't know that the water is shaking How clear this river is! Clear without any flaws, like a smooth mirror, and like green jade. Small fish and shrimp swim out of the water from time to time, shaking their flexible tails, as if welcoming me as an elegant riverside guest.
This river is beautiful all year round, and every season is different. However, the most beautiful season of this river is autumn. Seen from a distance, the river looks like a green satin embroidered with green duckweed. Looking closer, an autumn wind blew slowly, making the water ripple and flowing to that round of Xia Hong. People who exercise by the river, people who fish by the river and beautiful rivers constitute a vivid landscape ink smudge map.
Who would have thought that last year, the river was muddy and garbage could cover the bottom of the river. There is a foul smell on the river, and the little fish is dying. Only those big eyes that never close are still wide open, as if looking for a comfortable place in heaven.
I said, rivers are picturesque. No, she is quieter than poetry, and her paintings are more beautiful. I said, this river is like a song, like a dance. No, she is more beautiful than songs and more charming than dancing.
The river is like a ribbon, and the glow is looming; The river is bright, and the small waves suddenly rise and fall; The river flows with pure water and clear water. It is getting late. I should go. I glanced at the river reluctantly. Ah! The river in that hometown!
The river in my hometown is cool, the fish are lively, the flowers and trees along the river are full of vitality, and the people living by the river are also very happy …
The river in my hometown is my childhood paradise. In spring, I sometimes lie on the soft river bank, looking at the blue sky and white clouds and flying my childhood dreams. Sometimes I will pick up the fishing rod and sit quietly on the soft grass, enjoying the warm sunshine and waiting for the arrival of the fish. In summer, we graze and play on the beach and fish and touch shrimps in the river. In autumn, there are endless wild chrysanthemums by the river, where we pick and play, run and play. In winter, the river in my hometown is even more interesting. As soon as she changed her makeup, she seemed to become a serious thinker. The fish sank to the bottom and the river was cold. ...
The river in my hometown left me too many memories.
Sometimes, I will close my eyes devoutly and pour out my wishes to the river. Sometimes I will make a beautiful wish bottle, put my paper crane on it and gently put it in the river, so that the wish bottle will drift away slowly with my ideal. ...
The river in my hometown is my good friend. Sometimes, I will help it do beauty-clean up the garbage on the river. Sometimes, I will take her as my confidante and whisper to her. Sometimes, I hold a clear river to wash my tired face and hair. ...
The rivers in my hometown feed the people and nourish the land in my hometown in obscurity. In the morning, people wash pots and clothes on the stone steps on the shore, and girls and daughters-in-law work and laugh by the river. In the evening, people who have worked all day wash away sweat stains by the river and enjoy the beautiful scenery by the river. People in my hometown are enjoying happiness and life by the river.
I love you deeply! The river in my hometown.
The rivers in my hometown are so clear, so sweet and so fascinating to me. It's beautiful all year round.
In spring, when the breeze melts the ice on it, it sings tirelessly. I feel so happy! Whenever I lie on my back on the soft grass next to it and listen to its wonderful singing, I can't help falling asleep. After waking up, I will continue to play with it. At this time, its singing became a "crash" of laughter. ...
In summer, the weather is always very hot, and people's mood becomes irritable. Whenever this happens, I will run to wash my face with a handful of cold water, and then fan the wind around my face with my hands. Ah! How cool! I "sloped" a smile, and it smiled more happily than I did. ...
In autumn, fish and shrimp are fat, and adults and children jump into its body barefoot to catch fish and shrimp. I squatted beside it and watched people happily throw one fish after another into the fish basket. A fish jumped out of the water and landed beside me. I smiled-is this a gift from it? Suddenly, I found a plane tree leaf floating on the river not far away. It was obviously carrying a lovely little ant, as if inviting me to go sailing together. ...
Boring winter has arrived, but the river is not boring. Why? Look! There is thick ice on the river, and the children are skating on the river in full swing. I saw the children sitting in the bathtub brought from their own home. With a gentle push, the child can slide out far away with a whoosh. Seeing that they had a good time, I joined their team, and bursts of laughter spread far away. ...
The river in my hometown is really beautiful! I love the river in my hometown!
There is a small river in my hometown. Every year, whenever I go back, I can always see the river running happily.
The river is based on the green hills, formed by the convergence of mountain springs, and flows along the foot of the mountain. There are many tall and straight bamboos and a piece of green grass by the river. Seen from a distance, the river looks like a green ribbon. At noon, the sun shines on the river, golden, as if to embed a gold thread in the green ribbon, which is very dazzling. Look carefully again, the river is crystal clear, and you can find many small fish and shrimp when you look carefully. They shuttled between the water plants and played freely. Water plants dance with the current. Not far from the upstream, a small waterfall was formed because of the stone bridge. The water is rushing, the white waves are rolling and running downstream. When I am tired of running, I am quiet.
To say that this river is our playground, I remember last summer vacation, my little cousin raised several ducklings. So, every day we will run to the river with "weapons". Jumping into the river, I gently sank a bamboo basket into the water. At first, the small fish scattered in panic. When the bamboo basket stopped moving, they gradually relaxed their vigilance, but out of curiosity, they gathered again. In an instant, when I mentioned the basket, seven or eight fish got into the net, and we shouted excitedly. Sometimes, we change our tactics. I asked my cousin to hold the bamboo basket in one place, and I rushed the fish there, so that even the big fish could not escape. After half a day, look at our small barrels, and the harvest is really great.
When I return to Beijing, I will often think of this river. Especially when I am tired of doing homework, I can't help laughing when I think of the happy time I spent in the river, and people are much more relaxed. Sometimes I dream of a small river in my sleep, dreaming that the clear river is flowing slowly and the bamboo beside the river is swaying with the wind. I like the river in my hometown. It carries many wonderful memories and always makes me look forward to seeing it again.
In nature, rivers are a gift from heaven, bringing a little vitality to the earth. The crystal ball in the river is me.
In spring, I flow into the forest. It's like heaven, where lovely birds and industrious bees sing for me, and tall trees use their lush leaves to keep out the sun for us, but the sun will still come in through the cracks in a naughty way, like beautiful pillars of light. There are fish in the river to play with me. Once, another time ... Brother Feng seems to be playing tricks on flowers and grasses, but they are having a good time and swaying in the wind. ...
In summer, I flow into the fields and walk among them. Let me look at this and that. It really dazzles me. Suddenly, a farmer's uncle came to me with a bucket, scooped up a bucket full of water, then lifted it up and kept praising me: "This water is really clear!" " "I smiled happily and ran faster ...
In autumn, I came to the mountains. The mountain is a red landscape. It turned out that Xifeng dyed the maple trees on the mountain red! Maple leaves fall in the wind by my river, as if wearing a beautiful gauze skirt, which is really beautiful.
In winter, I came to a city. I saw that the sky was gray and I couldn't see the road clearly, and my heart began to be a little scared. I began to run hard, trying to leave this "ominous place" quickly. Suddenly, "ouch!" I was hit on the head by something. I looked up and it turned out to be a big garbage bag. Scattered garbage floated by my river, which suddenly turned my smooth face into a big painted face. Oh, my God, this is terrible! I don't want to go through this again, and I don't want to flow into the city again.
I am a member of nature, I hope we can protect our nature and our mother earth together!
There is a small river in front of grandma's house, and there is a bridge on the river. Every time I go to grandma's house, it's this way. I love Xiaohe, and I love the four of Xiaohe more.
In spring, the weather is very warm. There are all kinds of wild flowers on both sides of the river. It has become a sea of flowers, attracting dancing butterflies and hardworking bees. At this time, a group of children also came running. Some of them pick flowers to make garlands, some pick wicker to make willow rings, and some are playing. ......
In summer, the weather is very hot. In the afternoon, some children and adults soak their feet here, sleep in the sun, glittering, children swim in the water like loaches, adults wash clothes on the shore, and some are still catching fish! People leave their laughter by the river ... under their embellishment, the river becomes lively! At night, the river becomes quiet and flows quietly through the noise of the day!
Autumn is coming, the cool breeze is blowing gently, the autumn is crisp, and the harvest season for farmers' uncles is here. You see, the rice from Huang Chengcheng is happy in the eyes of the farmer's uncle. In the afternoon, grandma took my brother and me to the river to play. At this time, a group of children are singing, carrying poems, holding hands and coming home from school. Suddenly my brother clamored for grandma to take him to school. Grandma smiled and said, "Go to school." The younger brother grinned and said, "Great, I'm going to school, too." This innocent laughter has been echoing on the river. ......
In winter, the north wind roared, and Grandpa Dong came with heavy steps. Overnight, the river was covered with a thick cotton-padded jacket. The next morning, the river was full of excitement. The children put on colorful skates brought from home and wandered around the river, forming a long queue for a while and flying freely on it like small and exquisite swallows for a while. ......
The river still flows quietly, bringing farmers' uncles the joy of harvest and leaving children a happy childhood ... I love you, Xiaohe!
Although the river in my hometown is not as attractive as described by poets and painters, my love for the river in my hometown is as strong as that of people who love home. The river in my hometown is not as beautiful as Lijiang River or West Lake, but it has its own unique charm and charm.
The river flows quietly. ...
In the morning, the rooster crowed and woke me up from my sleep. I came to Xiaoshiqiao along the winding path. The clear long river flows under the bridge, covered with a thin mist, flows into the distance and disappears into the distance. ...
This river is a natural boundary. On the right is an endless vegetable greenhouse. In the morning fog, you can see several farmhouses with red walls and white tiles in the distance, and the smoke is hovering ... On the left is a fertile cornfield. A path extends from the ground to the bluestone slab by the river. A peasant girl is washing clothes on the slate.
Ripples of rivers and farms.
At dusk, I came to the river, sat on the bench under Liu Yin, and carefully examined the color and waves of the river. The river is really clear, as clear as the pure eyes of an innocent girl. The flowing water is blue and heavy, like a thick stack of glass, and even the fish and gravel at the bottom of the river can be counted clearly.
Look at this clear river, the fatigue of the day has been washed away, all the troubles in the world will be washed away, and the dust on the soul will be washed away. I really want to melt in this glass water and become a drop in the clear water.
The river gurgled with songs.
The river flows day and night. It is tender and affectionate, like a jade arm stretched out by a quiet girl; It's like a persistent little partner.
Search, search ...
The blue sky like a dome tent lies quietly at the bottom of the river, as if the blue sky and clear water were integrated. Clusters of wild flowers and slender willows by the river are dressed in front of the natural long mirror, and even the leaves and petals are clearly reflected. The blue waves are rippling, and the shadows of trees and flowers are swaying, as if nature were holding a grand dance, bending down together, chasing each other and hugging each other.
This river! I love your unpretentious beauty!
Whenever and wherever, I always feel that there is a blue river rippling in my heart, and there is an unspeakable water flowing in my veins. ...
Xiaohe's excellent composition 8 "Wow, wow ……" This is Xiaohe's performer playing music. With the beat of music, stones and buds danced ballet; Trees and green leaves danced beautifully rumba; Kobanawa Huazhi danced a gorgeous and noble waltz. This beautiful dance attracted the attention of the bird singer, who also came to sing.
On the sparkling river, the sun shines freely on the river, and the river flashes like crystal; Trees on the roadside are spreading lush branches, and their shadows are reflected on the river, guarding the river like tall guards; Golden rape blossoms, orange spring flowers and pink peach blossoms by the river, like decorations, put on a colorful dress for the river.
Take a deep breath. The air is full of the fragrance of the earth and smells of winter. Oh, the smell of spring is not only fragrant, but also fishy. When I left the river, the aroma of the winter jasmine immediately raided my nose. This outing, let me know that the river in spring is still a multi-flavor bottle.
Sitting on the pebbles in the shallow river bed, I was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of spring, and even the small fish in the river couldn't help jumping out of the water to see the beautiful spring; Naughty butterflies, dancing in the flowers for a while, taking pictures on the river for a while, for fear that their makeup will be messed up. "A year's plan lies in spring." On the other side of the field, a farmer in a straw hat waved a hoe.
How beautiful and peaceful the river is in spring.
I hope the river will be clearer and louder next spring.
The cold winter beckons to us, and the warm spring beckons to us. Spring has arrived, and the river that has been imprisoned for a winter has moved its spirit and sang beautiful songs. ...
In the field, the river is singing happy songs. He Miao, rape and the lively tadpoles in the pond all pricked up their little ears: He Miao listened to this song and said, "What a beautiful song! I really want to see who sang it! "
So he stretched himself, jumped up and became tall and long ... After listening to this song, rape said, "What a beautiful song! I should call my brothers and sisters out to listen to this song together! " So I couldn't help calling my brothers and sisters out and listening to the songs of Xiaohe together. In a blink of an eye, the fields were full of golden flowers ... The tadpoles listened to this song and said, "What a beautiful song! Let's dance together! " So everyone jumped up and danced with the song, and their calves grew. When mother frog saw it, her face showed a happy expression of relief and said, "My child has grown up!" " "... in the forest, the river is singing crisp songs. All the trees listened quietly: the pine tree heard the song and said, "I should change!" " "So I happily took off its thick cotton-padded jacket as white as a quilt ... Ginkgo tree listened to this song and said," Spring is coming, and I'm ready to welcome my baby! " "So I am full of energy and ready to bear my own fruit ... The buttonwood listened to this song and said," Spring is coming, look at me, how energetic I am! " "So he happily bulged his belly and grew thick hair ... In the alley, the river sang loud songs. After school, the children skipped to the river, listened to the singing of the river, bathed in warm sunshine and played with their friends ... In the city, the river sang cheerful songs. On the road with bad air, it sings to help people purify the air ... The awakening of the river in spring brings different benefits to everything. Ah! Chunjiang, I love you!
What is the sound of Xiaohe's excellent composition 10, like a song? What light, like a golden ribbon, flows far away? What smell makes your mouth water?
Ah! The river is awake! Dancing gorgeous body to the earth, flowing forward. It dances with the rhythm of the grass and sings with the rhythm of the stone.
The river in March is the harp in spring.
Every flowing ripple is a gentle string. The thin white waves beating drums are beating the cheerful and rhythmic drums; One moment the loud noise of water waves and the other moment the silent sound should echo the sound of car horns and bicycles on the roadside; That little voice is talking to the strange stone on the shore; The clatter of stones hitting the coast is like the sound of the wind blowing through the grass; The sound of running water is reporting to people that spring is coming, spring is coming!
The river in March is the mirror of spring.
It saw the tree's straight posture, firm and powerful; It saw the willows beside the path inlaid with green gems, floating in the wind, like fog; It sees the golden rape blossom a bright and beautiful smiling face, and its charming figure is intoxicating; It saw a group of children coming to the river, and the waves immediately floated to the bottom; It saw the smell of scones rising from the roadside very early.
In March, the river was full of banquets.
Every tree, every grass and rape is a delicious green vegetable. The delicious soil is like the spray of fish. The stones on the shore are pieces of full fat. A flowing river is the best soup in the world. This Manchu-Chinese banquet is really uncontrollable.
I made up a little poem for Xiaohe:
Xiaohe huala
Birds sing
Accompanied by stones.
Enjoy the grass.
Willow flutters in the wind.
The flowers stand upright.
Blackie came to dance.
Everybody clap.
Listen, I wrote a little poem myself. I hope Xiaohe will be very happy to know this little poem I turned into for him.
Chunjiang, I love you!
Xiaohe Excellent Composition 1 1 I finally know that we humans should save water resources.
We are living a beautiful life now, because there are four huge Pacific oceans, and drinking water is not afraid of drinking without water. Turn on the tap, splash, and after washing, it will always be on! Never save water!
Until one day, the death crystal caught fire and needed a lot of water to clean it. Death's pet eagle came to the world and said, "Wow, there is so much water underground that the fire in the crystal can be put out." You don't save water anyway. This is what happens when you don't save water! " As he spoke, he read a spell and all the water entered the crystal. He drew a circle, entered the circle by himself and flew away.
I was shocked to see all this in front of me. I turned on the tap, really! Oh, I thought it was fun just now!
I don't believe it. I want to go to the seaside to see if there is really no water. On the way, I saw the towering tree. In autumn, it won't be yellow, but now, in spring, it has turned yellow because there is no water. Looking at the flowers again, the original smiling face turned into a bitter face.
After I left, I saw human beings, holding children, crying, screaming, regretting, terrified and in chaos. Some people say that we should not save water before, but giving another chance will save some water. I thought: What's the use?
Finally, at the seaside, I saw the sea. There is not a drop of water, and there are fish everywhere. Even sharks were killed by the scorching sun.
Dude, it's all our fault. There is so much water, we waste it, waste it! Today, there is not a drop of water in four oceans and seven continents, and even more than 70 thousand apples have been sold. I just want to drink some milk ... I was scared out in a cold sweat and suddenly got up. Oh, it was a dream. I'm relieved.
Let's protect water resources together, and don't let the last drop of water become our tears!
I like the river in my hometown. In spring, the river is very clear. After school, my friends and I often go to the river to play together. Sometimes I roll on the grass, sometimes I throw stones into the river, sometimes I climb the tall willow tree, pick off many branches and leaves, and make a straw hat to wear on my head. Thousands of willow branches fell into the clear river and brushed the water gently. Breeze blowing, willow branches across the water, like a spring girl whispering something to her sister in the river.
In summer, this river has become a paradise for our entertainment. My friends and I come here in groups of three or five. Sometimes, we collectively collect wild flowers from the shore and weave them into garlands to wear on our heads; Sometimes, we roll up our trouser legs and go to the river to catch crabs and fish and shrimp; Sometimes, we are divided into two groups and sandbag on the river bank; More naughty boys jumped into the river to take a bath and had a water fight. It's fun for everyone to play and make trouble.
Autumn is the harvest season. If you go to the river at this time, you will taste sweet and sour wild sweet potatoes. They hide in the grass on the river bank, open it with their hands, and then they can be washed and eaten. If we are lucky, it rained just a few days ago. We can also pick fresh mushrooms and take them home to make soup. They are delicious. It makes my mouth water to think about it now.
In winter, the river becomes quiet and all the willow leaves fall out. They will contribute to the fertility of the land in the coming year. It's cold, and some partners dare not come out to play, but I still like to walk by the river. In winter, the grass hangs its head and is close to Grandpa Earth. I was naughty, too, and jumped up. It is very soft and comfortable to step on!
I love the river in my hometown!
In my hometown, there is a very charming river flowing. Like a green ribbon, she closely surrounds the whole village and becomes a unique landscape.
In spring, as soon as the water in the river thaws, ducks, geese and other livestock can't wait to chase and play in the water. It is really a "duck prophet of spring river heating". The slender willows on both sides of the river, under the touch of the warm spring breeze, stretch their long green hair leisurely, which is so charming. Rhododendrons, roses, roses ... well-known, unknown, some in bud, some blooming "unscrupulous" bright and moving.
In summer, this river is very lively. After dinner, people come here in twos and threes to take a walk, enjoy the cool and play chess, and have a good time. The river seems to be a refuge for everyone. The aquatic plants by the river, covered with the golden coat of sunset, are reflected in the sparkling waves, as if they were shy girls.
In autumn, the banks of the river are full of wild chrysanthemums, which makes you jump into their arms unconsciously. Countless fallen leaves drifted away and slowly fell into the river, drifting like a boat with leaves. Lying on the grass and looking up at the sky, the sky is particularly high, and the special blue sky and white clouds are more pure and beautiful.
In winter, the water in the river is covered with thick ice. Many children are skating in the river. Everyone's face is filled with cheerful smiles. The river also smiled like a kind grandfather, as if to say, "Be careful, son."
The river quietly accompanied me like a good friend. But I don't know when this good friend disappeared. The river is full of rubbish. Gradually, the water in the river stinks and the lovely river is gone. Now I miss that lovely river very much and often dream about it, just like dreaming about my good friend.
Xiao He's excellent composition 14 "Woo-hoo-hoo ..." There was a cry. Who is crying there sadly? It's me. I am a small river. Why do you make me cry? Listen, I'll tell you slowly.
In the past, the river in my house was crystal clear, and fish and shrimp swam around happily. People come here to play whenever they have time.
In spring, people come to the river to catch fish and shrimp, and children come to the river to play happily; In summer, people come to my place to play games, some swim backwards, some swim frogs, some swim freely … I am also very happy to see them having fun; In autumn, leaves fall on the river and float around like a boat, which is beautiful; In winter, people come to skate and ski on the river. I am also infected by their laughter and smile all day.
However, with the passage of time, the once clear river water has now turned into black and smelly water, and a lot of garbage is often floating on the water surface: plastic bottles, garbage bags ... The grass along the river is gradually thinning and withering; In some factories, sewage is directly discharged into rivers without treatment, which makes rivers dirty and smelly. As long as the wind blows, the smell will come to the nose, and the smell is really disgusting.
People gradually get away from my sight, sometimes passing by, covering their noses, frowning and sighing from time to time: "Why is it so dirty and smelly?" Hearing this, my heart ached. I didn't recognize it, so I had to cry alone.
I hope people can hear my crying, take good care of me, protect me and make me the river in people's hearts again!
I have lived with my grandmother since I was a child. There is a clear river not far from her home. My friends and I often go there to play. Sometimes we play so hard that we forget the time, so grandma and adults come and look for them with flashlights. When we get home, there is always a class. Grandma always holds the bamboo stick high and finally falls on me gently. But our interest in the river didn't diminish at all, and we went to the river to play the next day.
In spring, after a shower of spring rain, the grass jumped more than two inches above the ground and the river rose a lot. At this time, I picked a small wild flower and stuck it in my ear like a girl. Now I ran to the river, squatted on the ground and smiled at the river. At this moment, a silly boy wearing wild flowers appeared on the river and smiled at me.
In summer, my friends and I swam naked in the river and had a water fight. At this time, the river is not deep, the shallow water is covered with round or grotesque stones, and finger-sized crabs, small fish and shrimps can be seen playing in the water. We often catch these crabs and shrimps to play with, and even dig a hole by the river to have a barbecue.
Autumn, autumn is crisp, leaves fall on the river like a boat full of goods, sailing slowly forward, leaving us with crisp laughter on the river bank.
In winter, rivers often freeze. At this time, my friends and I are happier. We picked up a stone, broke a piece of ice and licked it in our mouths. Cool, it seems to have a little sweetness, just like eating popsicles. We will also hold a stone skating competition on the river, pick up a flat stone, bend over and smash it on the ice, and slide quickly. Everyone will clap their hands and cheer. I like this river that brings me endless happiness.