Write a 250-word composition on the theme of natural landscape.

1. Write a 250-word composition about Harbin Bridge, a natural landscape.

The local scenic spots are all on the sparkling Songhua River, across the majestic highway bridge, which is the famous Songhua River Highway Bridge. Songhua River Highway Bridge was completed on August 30th, 1986. This bridge is huge in scale, novel in structure and scissors-shaped.

To withstand this monster, you can't use ordinary materials. Songhua River Highway Bridge is reinforced concrete, which will not collapse for thousands of years without the influence of external forces. It is the first super-large permanent highway bridge built in Heilongjiang Province.

With the completion of Harbin Songhua River Highway Bridge, a bridge flies north and south, and the natural moat becomes a thoroughfare, ending the history of "chickens and dogs hear each other, and the old man and the dog don't touch each other" in Jiangbei, south of the Yangtze River. It connects Sun Island scenic spot on the north bank of Songhua River and Stalin Park on the south bank into a beautiful scenery.

Let people appreciate the scenery of the north and let tourists linger. National and provincial trunk lines running through Harbin to Heihe, Luobei and Manzhouli.

It has become an important strategic significance for the material and cultural exchanges between urban and rural areas in the province, promoting scientific and technological progress, developing tourism and accelerating economic construction. Ah, Songhua River Highway Bridge, your solid pier stands in the middle of the river, under the bridge is the surging Songhua River water, and on the bridge are thousands of vehicles and pedestrians who come and go every day.

Songhua River Highway Bridge is an elegant and unique building in Harbin. It reflects the rapid development of Harbin.

It is the pride of Harbin people. On Monday, after a warm spring weekend, the first heavy snow of this winter came.

Before waking up in the morning, I heard the sound of dripping water outside the window. At first, I thought it was raining. After getting up, I found a vast expanse of white scenery outside the window. Oh, it's snowing. I remember when I was a child, I always thought that snow would only happen in the winter of 65438+February. With the increase of knowledge, I learned that in the southern hemisphere of the earth, in some countries, winter is in June.

Sitting in the office, snowflakes are flying outside the window, and there is a vast scene in front of you. Snow is pure and elegant. Rotating and sliding charming, addicted to the sky, closely intertwined. Like flowers, woven into dazzling romance.

The season of life rotates in the scenery of the Spring Festival, and snowflakes fall and scatter, as if fate is gathering and fate is dispersing. Write your heart into every snowflake, melt into the soil, be quiet and plain, and float away.

Listening to the snow with your ears, listening to the sound of falling snow, listening to the sound of falling snow on the eaves, listening to the sound of breaking branches with a bang, listening to the squeaking of passers-by on the road and listening to the children playing outside will make your mind calm, your blood fresh and immersed in pleasure. Listen to the snow with your heart, and you can also hear the wind, which is the dance music of snow, and you can also hear the drifting of dark clouds, the gloomy sky and the gloomy environment; You can hear relatives sitting around the fire, the sound of flames chugging, and the slight sound of turning pages; You can hear the harmony of everything, the bells and drums of the country and the people.

Listening to snow with God is actually melting snow. Just like "Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies", heaven and man are one.

Let go of the four veins, you are the sky, the snow is in your body, and you are in the snow. Snow is me, I am snow, without me, there is no snow.

All my snow. A burst of snow is a person's life.

Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound.

People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops.

As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection. People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret.

The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers." Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.

In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain.

In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness.

There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion. Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before.

I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me? There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "

Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years.

In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.

The sound of rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat ... it's raining, so I put my hand out of the window and touch the heartbeat of rain. A refreshing coolness suddenly purified all the thoughts in my mind.

Rain man slipped down from the invisible slide in the sky and fell to the ground, immediately splashing crystal water. How happy they are! I watched all this happily, as if I had joined their team. We danced together and blossomed on the ground together. There was a faint fragrance in the distance, which made me go back to the beginning, deeply rooted in my heart and hard to erase.

The rain stopped suddenly, and I was shocked-the rain man disappeared, the splash disappeared, the laughter disappeared, and nothing disappeared. I'm back in the real world. I'm still me, a child with bones and flesh, not the crystal rain man just now. Everything just now, as if it were a wonderful dream, is still unfinished.

Oh, it's going to rain again, and the rain man is going to fall from the sky again! When I was a child in autumn, I had a vague concept of the four seasons. I only know that spring is warm and summer is hot.

2. A composition describing the natural landscape, with 250 words, can be summarized in one word, with a total score and a general format, and a visit to the West Lake in Hangzhou.

You must have heard of the West Lake. It has a beautiful environment and pleasant scenery. It is located in Hangzhou, which is called "paradise on earth" in China.

On the first day of National Day, my mother and I flew over the white clouds and soon arrived in Hangzhou. There are trees and flowers everywhere in the streets of Hangzhou, which makes us full of praise along the way.

Our hotel is next to the West Lake, overlooking the restaurant in the distance. The West Lake is surrounded by mountains on three sides and next to the urban area on one side. It is like a piece of jade embedded in the mountains, with a panoramic view of the three islands in the lake, with Su Causeway in front and Leifeng Tower on the left. According to my mother, the West Lake is 3.3 kilometers long from north to south, 2.8 kilometers wide from east to west, and the water surface area is 5.66 square kilometers.

Putting down our luggage, our family walked to the west lake, and the fragrance of osmanthus came face to face. I am like a happy bird jumping happily on the willow-shaded path. Soon we rented a boat, the boatman shook his oars briskly, and the boat rowed slowly to the center of the lake.

We rowed to the largest of the three islands in the lake-three ponds reflecting the moon. Soon, we saw three stone ponds more than 2 meters above the water. The boatman is a strong uncle. He enthusiastically explained to us: "In ancient times, on the Mid-Autumn Festival, the ancients lit a big candle in the pond and thirty moons could be reflected in the water." Do you know why?

It turns out that each of the three pools has five round holes. At night, when the candle lights up, the five holes light up, and the three pools have 15 bright spots. Together with the reflection in the water, there are 30 moons, and 1 in the sky and water is 32. With 1 in mind, there are 32 moons.

The boatman also told us that every Mid-Autumn Festival, boats come and go on the lake, and people play and sing around Santan, which is very lively. When he said this, I couldn't help thinking of an ancient poem: "The bright moon gives birth to the sea, and the three pools and the moon are everywhere; In the night boat ballroom, people walk in the mirror. "

Just thinking of this, suddenly, a water heron flew down from the sky, quickly picked up a fish, stopped at a stone pool and flew south. I quickly picked up the camera and took this rare moment. At this time, hundreds of swallows circled in the air in groups, and they arranged in various squares, which was very spectacular.

Ah! The exquisiteness and beauty of the West Lake are in harmony with the taste of nature, bringing out the best in each other. It can really be said that "light makeup is always appropriate, and it is difficult to paint poetry in ancient and modern times"!

3. Write a composition about the natural landscape, the beauty lies in the countryside.

My hometown is in a small county in Zhangzhou, where the scenery is picturesque and beautiful. You see, the streets are full of horses and dragons, which is a kind of flowing beauty; Pavilions and pavilions in the park, potted flowers are blooming, which is a kind of exquisite beauty; Shopping malls are full of beautiful goods and customers, which is a kind of bustling beauty ... but I think the most beautiful thing is in the countryside, with green mountains and green waters, birds and flowers, terraced fields and fruit trees all over the slope, full of vibrant beauty and natural beauty everywhere.

In the field, beautiful women are dancing there! In spring, the seedlings in the field are green. Green is shining in our eyes, as if there is a green spirit dancing on every leaf. It's autumn in a blink of an eye, the fields are golden, a breeze blows, terraces are turned over, and heavy ears of rice are swaying, as if yellow elves are dancing. You see, the farmer's uncle's face is filled with the joy of harvest. They are as busy as a bee, some bend over to cut rice, some step on threshers, and some drive home with a car full of golden millet ... Happy dream elves dance a harvest waltz in the hearts of farmers!

In the forest, beauty sings there! In the dense forest, groups of lively birds are giving a concert. They are chirping and singing. Listen, the thrush, known as the champion songbird, is small and exquisite. It stood on the branch, held its head high, and sang happily: "Ding-ding, Ding-ding, what a beautiful morning …" The song was euphemistic and refreshing! The dark green thrush, known as the little green angel, is charming and does not show weakness. As it spread its wings and flew in the treetops, it sang, "La la la la la la la, how wonderful the forest concert is!" Come and join us ... "This song is beautiful and attractive. Larks, known as super singers, joined the concert without exception. It is the best solo with a singer like Lin in the bird kingdom, and it is also the protagonist of this concert. Its melodious and exciting singing made all other singers feel ashamed, leading the whole music to * * * ... The river in the forest gushed out, and the children swam in the crystal clear river to have a water fight. You splash me, I splash you, how happy they are! The gurgling sound of running water, children's laughter and birds' chirping are intertwined to form a happy symphony!

4. Write a composition about natural scenery, 250~300 words. Last Sunday, my mother and I went to the mountains to play.

At the foot of the mountain, I heard the sound of the stream. There are white flowers on one side of the road, some gathered together, some scattered, dotted like stars in the sky. There is also a tree, full of purple flowers like grape clusters, hanging down one by one, far away I really thought it was a grape. This purple flower hangs down one by one like a doll and a cone.

Halfway up the hill, I saw many huge stones still flowing with water. The water is not as gentle and calm as a stream, but like thousands of Ma Benteng, with hundreds of colors and white foam.

The water didn't slow down until it reached the bottom, not as fast as it was just now. Turned into a stream, only heard the sound of running water, as if playing a beautiful music. There is also a hole next to the boulder with a stone like a bow on it.

Further up, there is also water, and there is a stone bridge, with stones next to it and stones in the middle. I thought this bridge was for display. As soon as I stepped on it, it didn't collapse, but it was ok. Beautiful mountain flowers are everywhere here. Unfortunately, I can't choose. If I can, I will pick some and take them home. Put it in a vase and put it in the most conspicuous place.

The scenery in the mountains is so beautiful that I really want to live here. When I am bored, listen to the sound of water, just like playing a beautiful tune for you.

5. Write about natural scenery and express your feelings in more than 250 words, almost 300 words. I tried to describe how many magnolia trees there are on campus. As time goes on, they grow taller and stronger day by day, and their branches are covered with dense leaves and lush green leaves. Whenever the sun is very hot, they block out the sun with thick shade. On rainy days, shelter everyone from the rain. When they go to Qiu Lai every spring, they always faithfully perform their duties without complaint. In late spring and early summer, Magnolia is in bud, and the huge canopy is covered with flawless flower bones, just like a big bucket pen hanging on the tree. When magnolia is in full bloom, it is like a white butterfly with open wings. Petals are like a big spoon filled with spices, emitting elegant fragrance. It's refreshing Trees on campus not only bring a lot of convenience to teachers and students, but also beautify the campus environment. Everyone is full of praise for the contribution these trees have made. Faced with everyone's praise, some trees began to become proud, arrogant and conceited. The brothers of Yulanshu were very anxious when they saw this scene, so they coaxed them and said, "Don't be arrogant. Only by uniting can we do things better."

6. Two essays with 200 words describing the natural landscape. The sky was dyed blood red by the sunset, and pink clouds were reflected on the river. The whole river has taken on a new look. At this moment, the sky seems to have ignited a raging fire. You see, white and yellow clouds, one after another, woven a golden red down jacket for the sunset, and soon turned red, dressing the sun like a princess. Looking down at the river, a setting sun shines obliquely on the water like a golden laser, like countless fish jumping. Around 6 o'clock, the sun gathered dazzling light and turned into a golden ball. The surrounding clouds are more colorful, sometimes like puppies, sometimes like birds, and sometimes like peach blossoms ... The towering mountains in the distance seem to be coated with gold powder under the setting sun, which is particularly magnificent. After a while, the twilight of the sunset covered the earth with a cicada-like luster. Dark clouds hung over Hui Jin. The clouds walk like girls, getting closer and closer to the river. There are several white silk tapestry clouds on the horizon, just like colorful satin, which decorate the red and blue sky. Thinking about it, the sun in front of me slipped down again, getting closer and closer to the river and getting redder and redder. Slowly, the sun smiled and blushed like a shy red cloud on the little girl's face. The sun kissed the river head and sprinkled red light on the earth and the sky. The sun lent the red light to the Pearl River and everything in the world. After the sun showed its beauty, it jumped up happily, disappeared on the river and returned to mother's side.

It's getting late, it's already evening, but I haven't gone home yet, because I'm attracted by the clouds outside. What a beautiful natural scenery it is, just like a gift from nature.

Gradually, the sky was stained with blood red by the sunset, pink clouds were reflected on the river, and the whole river was completely new. At this moment, the horizon seems to have ignited a raging fire. You see, white and yellow clouds, one after another, woven a golden red down jacket for the sunset, and soon turned red, dressing the sun like a princess. Looking down at the river, a setting sun shines obliquely on the water like a golden laser, like countless fish jumping. Around 6 o'clock, the sun gathered dazzling light and turned into a golden ball. The surrounding clouds are more colorful, sometimes like puppies, sometimes like birds, and sometimes like peach blossoms ... The towering mountains in the distance seem to be coated with gold powder under the setting sun, which is particularly magnificent. After a while, the twilight of the sunset covered the earth with a cicada-like luster. Dark clouds hung over Hui Jin. The clouds walk like girls, getting closer and closer to the river. There are several white silk tapestry clouds on the horizon, just like colorful satin, which decorate the red and blue sky. Thinking about it, the sun in front of me slipped down again, getting closer and closer to the river and getting redder and redder. Slowly, the sun smiled and blushed like a shy red cloud on the little girl's face. The sun kissed the river head and sprinkled red light on the earth and the sky. The sun lent the red light to the Pearl River and everything in the world. After the sun showed its beauty, it jumped up happily, disappeared on the river and returned to mother's side.

The clouds at night are really beautiful.

7. The beautiful 250-word mountain describing the natural landscape is like a fine horse, and the forest is a neat horse mane.

The buds on the branches of Chinese fir trees are already quite tender and reflect the sky. Do you think spring can be far behind?

I like to use moonlight to precipitate my mood, such as water moonlight, which I can drink. Open the window, let the moonlight flow quietly on the skin, and the light and elegant charm and fresh emotional appeal naturally flow in the heart. If you practice moonlight, your mood will become clear and soft in the moonlight, and suddenly all kinds of touches and beauty in your life will be vivid.

Nothing is more charming than the green hills bathed in the spring rain. The whole hillside is lush. Endless mist is like flowing silk, wrapped around the waist. Sunlight turns raindrops on every leaf into colorful pearls.

Quiet summer nights and clear winds always give me a feeling of tranquility. The bright moonlight pours like soft water and clear light, which means peace and harmony. Moonlight is soft and transparent, light and elegant.

Wonderful sunset glow. Red as fire, bright as the sun and picturesque.

The clear moonlight attracted me. I put on my clothes and went out. I stepped on the moonlight like water and slowly walked into the garden. Gardenia flower bathed in moonlight, cold dew, like a curtain of Qingyuan dream. Bamboo shadows dance lightly with the rhyme, like water and moonlight passing through, reflecting the brightness of the bright moon. Everything is full of agility in the moonlight. Secular noise and impetuousness, hesitation and hesitation, all melt in this moonlight. Suddenly enlightened, suddenly enlightened.

8. The beautiful 250-word mountain describing the natural landscape is like a fine horse, and the forest is a neat horse mane.

The buds on the branches of Chinese fir trees are already quite tender and reflect the sky. Do you think spring can be far behind? I like to use moonlight to precipitate my mood, such as water moonlight, which I can drink. Open the window, let the moonlight flow quietly on the skin, and the light and elegant charm and fresh emotional appeal naturally flow in the heart.

If you practice moonlight, your mood will become clear and soft in the moonlight, and suddenly all kinds of touches and beauty in your life will be vivid. Nothing is more charming than the green hills bathed in the spring rain. The whole hillside is lush. Endless mist is like flowing silk, wrapped around the waist. Sunlight turns raindrops on every leaf into colorful pearls.

Quiet summer nights and clear winds always give me a feeling of tranquility. The bright moonlight pours like soft water and clear light, which means peace and harmony.

Moonlight is soft and transparent, light and elegant. Wonderful sunset glow. Red as fire, bright as the sun and picturesque.

The clear moonlight attracted me. I put on my clothes and went out. I stepped on the moonlight like water and slowly walked into the garden. Gardenia flower bathed in moonlight, cold dew, like a curtain of Qingyuan dream. Bamboo shadows dance lightly with the rhyme, like water and moonlight passing through, reflecting the brightness of the bright moon.

Everything is full of agility in the moonlight. Secular noise and impetuousness, hesitation and hesitation, all melt in this moonlight.

Suddenly enlightened, suddenly enlightened.

9. Composition describing natural scenery (more than 280 words) When you visit green mountains and green waters, when you bathe in the sun and rain, when you walk under the stars, when you take a nap in the grass and wild flowers ... I don't think anyone can help but marvel that nature has created such a masterpiece.

I also visited many places in my memory, including the steep Huangshan Mountain, the beautiful Guilin, and ... But that trip to Jiuzhaigou completely surprised me. Jiuzhaigou can be described by more than one word "beauty"-there are quaint plank roads, colorful forests, green lakes, misty clouds, majestic snow-capped mountains, unique or peculiar waterfalls ... Oh, yes, there are Tibetan stockyards full of ethnic customs ... Perhaps, having any of them is a beautiful scenery.

Before, we heard that Tibetans called the lake here Haizi-the son of the sea, which is true. When I first saw the lake in Jiuzhaigou, I really took it as blue lagoon, the son of the sea, which was worse than the blue ocean. However, after all, it is a lake, which is much smaller than the boundless sea. No wonder Tibetans call the lake here Haizi! Walking on the plank road near the water's edge, when you look around, the blue lake water and the color of the colorful forests on the surrounding mountains form a strong sense of layering. The color of the tree is green, dazzling red, simple dark green and elegant yellow ... Seeing the wonderful combination of the color of the lake and the colorful forest, I can't help but be grateful to nature, the grace of nature, and the wonderful visual enjoyment that nature has brought us! In addition to the blue water color, Haizi has another feature-clarity.

The lake is deep, even as deep as 103 meters, but it feels only one meter deep-because you can easily see the bottom of the lake, and the fish at the bottom of the lake are either "motionless" or "dead". Some people even muttered: "It is said that there is no fish when the water is clear, but why are all the fish here so happy?" What's more, he recited Chairman Mao's poem: "There are countless beautiful people in the mountains and rivers, and heroes are bent over."

Yes, in Jiuzhaigou, who will not be impressed by the creation of nature? Who wouldn't be grateful to nature? After reading all kinds of Haizi, I still feel something is missing. After thinking about it, I suddenly found that there seems to be some lack of vitality here.

All the scenery and colors here are beautiful, gorgeous and dazzling, but after all, they are still life, lying quietly, making people unaware of the slightest vitality. With such a desire to find some vitality, I kept looking around, but I didn't find the vitality in my heart.

So, I took a few steps forward, hoping to make new discoveries. For an instant-when my eyes crossed a mountain, I saw a reed in front of me.

I blinked-I didn't read it wrong, but generally speaking, reeds grow below 800 meters above sea level, but Jiuzhaigou's altitude reaches 3000 meters. Why do reeds grow on such a plateau? Besides, why do the reeds grow taller and taller here? Yes, the plateau is undoubtedly a harsh environment for reeds, but these reeds did not shrink back and gave up this place-they chose to adapt to the environment, chose to bravely challenge their living environment, chose to face the reality, and chose to rely on their own efforts to prove that reeds can also grow at an altitude of 3000 meters or even higher! As a result, they succeeded, successfully growing on this plateau, even higher and bigger than those reeds settled on the flat land. Walking on the plank road, I can't help but be impressed by this group of tenacious reeds.

In my eyes, they are not just a group of reeds-in my eyes, they symbolize the indispensable spirit and tenacious will of today's people. Perhaps, if a person can be like this reed, not succumb to the harsh living environment, face the reality and have a tenacious will, then he will be as successful as this reed on the plateau! With this understanding, I can't help but feel more grateful to nature, not only because it brings us visual enjoyment, but also because nature gives me inspiration in life.