Essay about early morning scenery

1. Composition on the beauty of the morning

Sentence 1: In the early morning, the whole world is clear and bright, and the sun shines through the light and fresh mist, gently spraying on everything in the world. On, it has a very pleasing feeling.

Sentence 2: In the early morning, white clouds floated in the light blue sky, the breeze blew the leaves on the roadside, and the birds "chirped" and jumped back and forth on the trees, as if telling people the new story. The day has begun. Sentence 3: Grab a book and take a walk in the park.

Beside the small river, there are a group of people fishing; among the green trees, there is infinite vitality. Sentence 4: Dewdrops roll down along the dreamland of dandelions and clovers, splashing into pieces of transparent sunshine.

In a golden noise, a dawn is hatched that is no longer wet. Sentence 5: The white dawn of fish belly appears on the horizon.

Gradually it became more and more clear, from the white color of the fish belly to orange, and then from orange to light red; sometimes it was red, sometimes it was golden, and it was half purple and half red, and there was something to say. I can't describe the colors I've never seen before. It's really colorful. The shapes of the morning glow are also endlessly changing. Some are like an eagle spreading its wings and about to fly; some are like a bright red scarf flying, but after a while the red scarf disappears. , but a galloping horse came... It was really diverse and ever-changing. Sentence 6: At dawn in the mountain village, I opened my eyes in the chicken coop.

2. Description of the scenery in the morning

Morning fog

In the early morning, I opened the door, and something fresh and moist rushed towards me, which was refreshing. The air is refreshing, oh, it turns out to be fog.

Looking around, there is a vast sea of ??fog everywhere. It is like a huge silver gauze draped over mountains, rivers, trees and houses, giving people a magical hazy color. The sun was also misty, as if surrounded by a thick purple fog. This situation reminded people of the poem "The sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke."

In the thick fog, cars were honking, lights on, and driving slowly. From time to time, the news of bicycles reaches people's ears. Those aunts wearing clothes of various colors rode bicycles and drove carefully in the fog, disappearing in a flash, just like fairies descending to earth; while those uncles riding bicycles and motorcycles looked like "Journey to the West" "The Monkey King in "Sun Wukong soars into the clouds and rides on the mist.

What a strange fog! I wanted to reach out and touch it, but it flew away mischievously, flew to my face, got on my hair, floated on my clothes, and soaked into my heart...

< p> If nature is the source of poetry and painting, then morning mist is a poem and a painting of nature.

Morning at the seaside

Mornings in the city are awakened by the short honking of cars, while mornings at the seaside are awakened by the gentle sea breeze and the sound of waves lapping the shore.

The morning at the beach is cool. I came to the beach in the morning and enjoyed the gentle sea breeze. I tried to swim in the sea and touched the sea water with my feet. It felt cold and refreshing!

The morning at the beach is also lively. When we get here early in the morning, the road is also busy with traffic. It is even more difficult to buy tickets because there are so many people at the ticket window. People frantically put their hands into the ticket window, causing the ticket seller to be in a hurry. Entering the gate, standing on a high place and looking down, you can hardly find any space in the sea of ??people at the seaside.

Morning at the seaside It's still interesting. Many children are piling sand to create the various shapes in their hearts. And the adults use their strong feet to make the children of Mother Sea jump.

The morning at the beach is even more exciting. *** Yes, some people are riding horses and letting the horses leap on the golden beach, while others are riding surfboards on the azure sea.

Finally, I hope this seaside Always keep the coolness, liveliness and fun she had before, as well as her ***!

Describe the morning in early winter

Although it is early winter, I have not been able to verify the traces of autumn. I look at the fields in the morning. The harvest is still in progress. Some rice ears are lying gracefully across the fields. Letting go, this can easily arouse people's thoughts about life, eating very full, burping and wanting to sleep, lying on the straw and looking up at the sky is so romantic.

Other ears of rice are still planted on the fields, and the ridges separate them into pieces of very thick gold-like ornaments. It is indeed exciting, and a string of desires about wealth bubbles up. It was a nice morning, and some birds were scurrying around in the uncut and cut rice fields, as if their festival had arrived, or some happy event was about to happen. Sometimes they were chasing each other, and sometimes they were flying in groups. Some birds were chirping in different sounds, and some were deliberately lengthening their trills to sing the praises of the countryside. This morning, which had become completely folk songs, fascinated me. I discovered that some of the only remaining local folk songs in China have not yet been able to achieve the style. The proof of the beauty of the current morning situation is far away, so it sounds a bit showy.

Then indulge in this morning. The wind by the river is not as cold as the early winter in the novel. The wind looks quite powerful with the fresh air, rushes into my nostrils, and then enters. The inner workings of my body. When this kind of wind blows on your face, you feel a noble enjoyment, just like being served by someone who washes your face and applies moisturizing cream. Life turns out to be so beautiful, and people immerse themselves in this kind of air and eat everything they want. I suddenly found a dog running on its four soft legs in the morning, running on the border, and some people from the village started to disperse. Now it seems that this early winter morning is like a precious car, starting to start, the sound of the motor is not so harsh, and it is completely in line with the humanized design, which makes me daydream about the new day.

Morning scenery

I got up at around six o'clock in the morning. My grandpa and I went to make soy milk. As soon as we walked out of the house, we admired the beautiful scenery in the morning. The sky was still gray, and I could only see a small boat-like moon hanging in the southern sky. Its yellow color diminished its brilliance. The east is also bright. Half of the sky is purple, I think this is because the sun is about to show its head. I am wearing winter clothes. There is no wind in the morning, but it is still a bit cool. I looked at the buildings far and near on the road. Only a few houses had lights on from their windows, and most of them were probably still dreaming. The whole street was quiet, not even the cry of a small sparrow, only the sound of hawkers coming from the distance. Although it was selling rice dumplings, it was very incongruous with the quiet morning and was very harsh. When I arrived at the stall selling fried dough sticks, there were many people buying fried dough sticks and making soy milk. I thought they might prepare breakfast for students. I thought of my grandma getting up so early and working so hard to prepare breakfast every day. If you don't study hard, I would be so sorry to grandma. We drank soy milk and walked on the way home. The sky gradually became brighter, and there were more and more pedestrians on the road. The east became redder and redder, the moon was invisible, and there were more people on the street, including people riding bicycles to work. One after another, the day started busy. Look how beautiful the scenery is in the morning! I have been deeply attracted by the morning scenery. In the future, I will go with my parents further away from home to observe the morning scenery. This not only exercises my body but also my mind. The scenery in the morning is so beautiful, I love the scenery in the morning!

Hope this helps. 3. Composition, writing about the scenery in the morning, 300

In the intoxicating morning scenery, the whole world is clear, and the sunlight shines gently on everything through the light shock, which makes it feel very pleasing to the eye. People are intoxicated! The morning light slowly opened, and another colorful morning came to the world with freshness.

Walking in the garden, the smell of moist earth constantly hits your nose. The small flowers beside the road are covered with crystal dewdrops, like sparkling diamonds, teetering on the verge of falling; the breeze blows, the fragrance of flowers is astonishing, the fiery red cockscombs, climbing morning glories, delicate roses... compete with each other. Fangdouyan, colorful.

I don’t know which bird on the telephone pole opened its singing voice, and the chirping sound instantly formed a wonderful piece of music. Walking around the campus, I feel that the campus is so peaceful and beautiful. Sometimes the fog covers the entire school like layers of tulle. Except for the teaching buildings and some tall and neat trees, nothing else can be seen. The morning breeze is gentle. Breathing it lightly makes people feel refreshed and relaxed.

Walking along the dam, butterflies linger around the flowers, and the willow trees are dyed green, swaying in the spring breeze, stretching their waists, dressing themselves up, wearing short and tender braids, How elegant and comfortable! Many small pink flowers grew on the branches of the peach tree. A spring breeze blew, and the peach blossoms gave off a faint fragrance. Swarms of bees flew around among the flowers, and the grass secretly poked its head out from the soil, as if You need to see enough of the outside world. Some of them are like shy little girls bending over; some are like lively and cute children swinging their bodies. Everything in the morning is so energetic, high-spirited and intoxicating. 4. Morning Scenery Composition

Winter mornings are beautiful. If you don’t believe it, please take a look - every morning when I open the door and go out, the biting cold wind blows and hits me from time to time. And, occasionally, naughty little snowflakes will fall down like a dance. There are all kinds of hexagonal snowflakes: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like scraps of paper... They are really beautiful. When it falls on the ground, it seems to have covered the earth with a thick blanket; when it falls on a tree, it feels like it is dressed in silver; when it falls on a car, it is like a freshly baked cream cake. This beautiful snow scene immerses people in the fresh air. Everywhere is covered in silver, so beautiful. However, what makes people feel the breath of winter first at home is the ice flowers on the windows. Some are like forests and full of mystery; some are like streams, as if they are flowing quietly; some are like Santa Claus. , seems to come to give people gifts...Miss Dong is so ingenious! In the club, it was even more crowded and very lively. People are wearing thick cotton clothes, like cotton bags. They (she) performed morning exercises accompanied by beautiful music. The artificial lake was covered with a thick layer of ice. Some naughty little students were playing and playing on the lake, and bursts of laughter could be heard from the lake from time to time. … In winter, it’s very cold. To be honest, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I feel strange. Ah, I love winter, because in winter "the strong wind knows the strong grass", I love its character. Winter on campus Deng Sishun (primary school) I always feel that staying at home alone is boring and out of breath, so I go out for a walk with my grandma . When I went out, I couldn't help but take a breath of the air after the rain. The air was so fresh. I saw that the thorn tree flowers that were in full bloom last week were frightened by the cold wind and fell. The thorns of the wild roses in the community were not as strong as before. When I pressed the thorns, they fell off, and the pink petals also fell. Falling down one after another. On the flower bed, pieces of dead leaves fell, turning into bowls of sweet spring water after the rain. Walking on the Wutong Road, pieces of Wutong leaves were piled on the ground. The north wind blew, and they jumped onto the road like a group of naughty and cute little people. The north wind also jumped up and down in my clothes. Several cypress trees next to the 576 station are still standing upright without fear. They are so strong and tall. There are several chrysanthemums placed next to the school gate, which seem to add a bit of vitality to the deserted campus. Several children were playing around the pool on the campus. Old people were sitting in groups of three and two, chatting about the past and the present. The water waves were rippling, reflecting the surrounding lights and making them sparkling. When we came to the bamboo trees in the north of the mountain, we saw them standing resolutely on the grass. The north wind blew through, and they shook their heads, as if they were not afraid of the cold winter. Unknowingly, I was standing in front of the door of our house. I still looked at the beautiful scenery in winter and refused to look back... Looking up, the dark blue sky was so charming. There were bright little stars twinkling in the sky, and they gathered more and more, as if they were dancing on the blue carpet, and they seemed to be blinking and talking to me. ah! The night is so magical, the moon has just climbed up the treetops, giving off its bright light. At night, it seemed very quiet.

This is winter on campus, a beautiful and quiet winter

ok? 5. Who can give me a 300-word description of the scenery by time, early morning, morning, afternoon, evening

The teacher said that we would go on a trip to the mountains tomorrow to see the autumn scenery and write an essay describing the autumn scenery. This good news made us so happy that I was so happy that I didn’t sleep all night. We arrived at school early the next morning. Waiting to set off. We sat on the bus for more than 40 minutes and finally arrived at our destination - the mountains and wilderness of Section 2. Once we got there, I felt that the autumn scenery was beautiful, with clear air, blue sky, white clouds, autumn wind, and the city. There is nothing different here. If the city is compared with the mountains and fields, it is simply a thousand miles away. The water of the river flows loudly, and it is as beautiful as a female singer singing. It is the best music in the autumn scenery. The river reflected the mountains, the blue sky and the white clouds. The white clouds swam like a big white whale in the river. At this time, I seemed to have discovered a "pyramid" among the strange-shaped stones by the river. , ah, if you look closely, it is a triangular stone, shining with gold, it really looks like a small pyramid. I played with it in my hand and couldn't put it down. We saw a lot of beautiful stones and put all the symbolic ones in our pockets. At this time, we looked around casually, and there were too many autumn scenery to describe. Colorful mountains. The mountains were connected one after another, like brothers holding hands, and like colorful waves rolling in. In ancient times, someone said, "Brothers unite with one heart and work together to break the metal." The big trees are connected to each other, and they look like tall brothers holding hands. They look so powerful. There are colorful things everywhere on the mountains and trees. It seems that the Queen Mother in the sky got angry, knocked over her own dress box, and scattered all kinds of colors on the mountain, making the mountain appear more beautiful than ever before. The autumn on the mountain is so beautiful, and the scenery is very beautiful. There are white birch trees in one piece. , the branches are all bare, and they are all white, like a little girl in a white skirt. On the mountain, in the colorful forest, the patches of white birch trees are particularly conspicuous, making you dizzy. This may be the charm of the white birch forest. It adds sacredness to the autumn scenery. Poplar trees are also very beautiful. Those big aspens, seen from a distance, are gray on the hillside. When you walk up to them, you feel that although the branches have lost all their leaves, they are still very tall. , very tall and straight. We also specially went to see the small poplar forest. From a distance, we saw a rare green. When we walked closer, we saw that the green leaves were fluttering on the trees, giving autumn a ray of life. Autumn There are so many trees with red leaves. Red leaves are a symbol of autumn and a major feature of autumn. When the autumn wind blows, the leaves of many trees turn red, including golden red, pink, bright red, deep red, etc. It is really "frost leaves". "Red as February flowers". There are so many reds in the mountains, and they are red all over the mountains. The mountains in front of us seem to have been dyed by gods with red dye. They are surprisingly beautiful. Looking up at the sky, the white clouds in autumn are like big whales. , swimming happily in the blue sky and the sea. Under the blue sky, in the mountains and fields, a bright lake appeared in front of us. It was a large reservoir. The sun shone on the reservoir, sparkling, and it looked like a huge lake. The large mirror is embedded in the mountains and fields, like a dressing mirror with autumn scenery. Looking at the beautiful lake, the autumn scenery becomes more beautiful in my heart. We reluctantly left the autumn mountains and fields, and leaving gave me happy autumn. Scenery. We got on the bus and left the mountains and returned to the city. I thought, I haven’t had enough fun yet. 6. A 600-word essay on morning scenery

The summer morning in the countryside begins with busyness. The earliest ones are those who love fishing. They prepare fishing ponds in the dark, sprinkle bait, squat by the river, hold fishing rods, and keep an eye on the fish mark. They are as motionless as sculptures. They are the guardians of the countryside in the morning; secondly, they grow fish and collect shrimps. The caged rowing boat went out in the dark, and when it was bright and bright, it returned with a boatload of morning light, its face full of satisfaction reflecting the hazy mist of water; then, while the men and children were still lying in bed, the women were already having sex. Squatting on the pier in the green land, there are sounds of rice being washed, clothes being washed, clothes being hammered, chatting and laughing, and singing songs of rural summer mornings.

Summer mornings in the countryside are also very leisurely. A small table is placed in the courtyard, with light blue salted duck eggs, refreshing pickled melon vegetables, and home-made yellow flour cakes or white rice cakes, showing the leisurely atmosphere of a farmhouse breakfast. The aluminum pot containing rice porridge floats in the basin of cold water, swaying, relaxing the mood of breakfast.

If you are not satisfied, you can also fill up a bowl of porridge, pick up some vegetables and vegetables with chopsticks, drag your sandals out, squat in a busy alley, and listen to gossip and national events while eating, occasionally interjecting a word or two, and chatting during breakfast. .

The sun’s face is getting redder and redder, and it is starting to heat up, and the countryside has begun to be busy again. Farmers go to the fields in the morning and evening when the weather is cool. The men carry hoe loads, pick up the farm beams, and go to the fields. The women wear colorful hats and carry baskets and light farm tools on their arms to pick vegetables. Children also have their share. I do things, do my summer homework, watch TV, and read books, but mostly I just pretend to show them to my parents. Before going to the field at noon, the woman would come back first and dump the eggplants, cowpeas, and green beans grown in her own field in the basket on the ground, not in the yard, but by the door and alley. Several women operate in the sun together. Sometimes there are tomatoes, watermelons and so on. If it’s soybeans, the one who peels them slowly should peel them together. The family's shortcomings, happy things, and complaints all go hand in hand while choosing vegetables and peeling beans. Everything is so harmonious and silent.

When the smoke curls up and the women are sweating from their busy work, it means that the morning is over. The women washed their faces, looked at the side dishes they had cooked, and waited patiently for their husbands to return. The child salivated when he saw the fragrant fried shredded pork, so he reached out and pinched it and put it in his mouth. Women are always angry, little greedy cat, wait until your father comes back to eat.

The countryside in the afternoon is weak and boring. Cats and dogs squat in the shade and take a nap. When the weather gets hot, dogs stretch out their tongues, which are red, as if they are looking for shade. Most of the vendors selling cold drinks sit under the pergola in front of their houses and doze on their backs on lounge chairs. . When people come to buy things, they won’t suddenly start up, look around, calm down, and say um ah ah ah without shouting loudly or knocking a few times. Card players are in the middle of the main room, under the shade of trees, and under the hood, along with The onlookers held their breath together. Although it was just a small trip, no one dared to be sloppy. When it was over, the winners cheered and screamed, the losers lamented and sighed. There were actually some onlookers who couldn't help but sigh. It was really fun. , watch and enjoy. Summer winds and rains come coldly, hard to prevent, and are fierce. They can wake people from their naps and scare cats and dogs into hiding. People running in the rain on the street, people shouting and hurriedly collecting clothes and closing windows, people staying at home watching and listening to the rain, and waiting for the rainbow after the rain are all the moods brought about by the summer wind and rain. Only those playing cards at home are not alarmed by the wind and rain.

On a summer night in the countryside, amidst the sounds of farmers calling for chickens, ducks and geese, the adults "hurry up, or they will be caught by otter cats." There is no chance of death." In the voice of scolding the children, the moon and the sun appeared together, and the dusk gradually began. After having dinner and taking a shower, most people enjoy air conditioning and electric fans at home. There is no longer the scene of enjoying the cool air on the bridge in the village twenty years ago. At that time, just bring a stool, roll up a mat, and bring a fan. The men were shirtless, their muscular bodies like iron towers under the starlight, always attracting women's attention. Jokes about men and women flowed from some people's lips, but no one took offense. The old woman in her sixties or seventies, topless and withered breasts, tells the sacredness and greatness of raising children and selfless maternal love. The children either looked up at the stars and meditated, or gathered around the gray-haired old man to talk about long-standing events in the village, with focused expressions on their faces, as if they were there. The girl and the boy in love cuddled up to each other, whispering, sometimes laughing and singing, and sometimes the girl raised her fist and landed lightly on the boy's chest like raindrops. The long-lost cool breeze blows in waves, which is the finishing touch to enjoy the cool night. I don't know whose child jumped into the water with a "plop", pushing the rural summer to the climax. Everything is still fresh in my memory.

Today, the bridge is still the same and the summer breeze is still cool, but that scene has not reappeared, but you can often see a lonely old woman sitting on a small stool, shaking the palm tree, concentrating and speechless. This is the person who fell in love back then. A girl? It seems that I was immersed in the beauty of marriage and love back then, and I don’t know whether I am happy or sad under the night. 7. A 600-word essay on morning scenery,

A ray of sunlight shines through the window on the table. The table looks like it has been plated with gold, and it is golden. Today’s sunrise is particularly beautiful.

So, I went downstairs to enjoy the beautiful sunrise today. What a big, bright sun! There are still a few smooth clouds on the horizon, and the clouds set off the sun. What a magnificent sight it is!

Walking on the path leading to the pond, the whole world seemed to be immersed in the glory of the scenery, and I was also in this bright sunshine. Gradually, the sunshine filled my clothes and warmed me - my sister's starlight and moonlight were too cold and lonely, and only this hot and unrestrained sunshine could be so just right.

Wisps of sunshine surround me, and patches of sunshine shine towards me. Looking up at the sun, I felt a burst of dazzling light piercing my eyes. Looking down at the surroundings again, the surroundings were also illuminated red by the sun, and the world was completely enveloped in this passionate atmosphere.

Unknowingly, I came to the pond. This pond is very small. Usually the water is very clear and green, but today the water in the pool has golden ripples under the sunlight, and the colorful pebbles at the bottom of the pool have been dyed golden by the passionate sun. Looking from a distance, it seems that there are dozens of dazzling pieces of gold placed at the bottom of the pool.

Coming to the garden, the sweet-scented osmanthus is bathing in the warm sunshine. As the breeze blew, she kept waving her body to welcome people.

Unknowingly, I was immersed in this glorious sunshine, my consciousness gradually blurred, and my whole body and mind continued to diffuse, as if I had melted into the vast universe. .

I don’t know how long it took, but a crisp sound of *** came to me. I was suddenly awakened, and then I remembered that it was time to go to school. 8. Practice writing to describe the scenery in the morning

In the early morning, it seems like a sketch with only a few inks, elegant and simple. In the thin morning mist, you can vaguely see the graceful grace of the green trees. The vibrant grass is even more dazzling and vivid green, just like the taste of light water dissolved in a piece of sugar cube, which makes you feel... People are intoxicated. Morning is the messenger of a new day. She comes, dispels the night, descends to the world like a loving mother, and gently lifts the light brown veil covering the earth from the east. Then, gently and tenderly, the mountains were awakened, the earth was awakened, and the sleeping life was awakened, so that everything in the world was renewed and bright, and the earth was awakened, so charming, so gentle, like waking up in a cradle The baby is childishly opening its big watery eyes, looking at the mother who wakes up, so innocent and well-behaved.

The early morning wakes up new life and brings endless vitality to nature.

The sun finally came out, its light shining like a naughty doll in the milky white mist. The white mist slowly disappeared under the influence of the sun. Houses and trees in the distance gradually reveal themselves.

The night slowly hung down from the sky. Outside the window, the sickle-like moon hung diagonally in the night sky. On the sky, there are stars dotted like gems on a black curtain. Wisps of moonlight streaming through the window to the bed.

The moon hung down through the gaps between the mottled trees, spreading a layer of broken silver on the ground. Every leaf seems to be quietly immersed in milk. The breeze brought a bit of coolness to people. Whenever this happens, the leaves make a "rustle" sound, like whispering, and like weaving a beautiful dream. In the grass, various unknown insects "crickets" and "chirps" sang songs, rising and falling, forming a harmonious piece of music. I think this is them having a concert!

This is the elegant and simple morning, with thousands of golden lights, the noon when the red sun rises in the east, and the hazy moonlight and twinkling stars at night!