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1. Write a 400-word essay about a place

A place with beautiful scenery---Wutong Mountain

As soon as I went up the mountain, I saw clouds and mist on the mountain. Surrounded by the mountains, my father and I were tired before we were halfway through the mountain road. We found a place to sit down and watch the scenery. The trees there grew lush and green, and the dense layers of branches and leaves sealed the small sycamore tree tightly. Really, it blocks people's sight and the blue sky.

A beautiful place---Wutong Mountain

A sunny Sunday, the breeze The tiny Buddha, the leaves whirling, and a few floating clouds floating in the blue sky. My father and I went to climb Wutong Mountain. We went up the mountain from the lotus pond.

As soon as we went up the mountain, we saw that the mountain was surrounded by clouds and mist. My father and I were tired before we were halfway through the mountain road. We found a place to sit down and look at the scenery. The trees there grew lush and green, and the dense layers of branches and leaves sealed the small sycamore tree tightly. , blocking people's sight and the blue sky. My father and I took a rest and got on the road again. We continued to move forward, and I saw a crystal clear river. The water was flowing loudly, and there were small fish. The children swim happily in the water; the grass on both sides of the river emits fragrance; the children play in the water.

The scenery on the top of the mountain is really a fairyland on earth. I am at the top of the mountain I stayed for a long time and shouted loudly in all directions. I heard the echo of my own voice. I cheered and jumped excitedly. I couldn't calm down for a long time. 2. An essay about a place, about 600 words< /p>

There is such a place

I have long heard that the sea scenery is charming. During the National Day holiday, I went to Hainan with my family to experience the beauty of this nature firsthand, which left a deep impression on me. impression. It was already afternoon when we arrived in Sanya District, Hainan Province. We first booked a hotel room at the Pearl River Hotel, and then we set off for some fun. We drove along the beach to the back mountain, and when we arrived at the foot of the right mountain, the car drove along the winding road. The winding asphalt road goes straight to the top of the mountain, getting steeper and steeper. On the right side of the road is a cliff facing the sea, and on the left side is a steep mountain. It is strange and dangerous. From a distance, you can see the mountains towering and the trees are lush. From up close, you can see the grass and flowers all over the place. It's really a beautiful scene, one step at a time. When the car reached the top of a hill, everyone got off the car to observe the scenery and take photos. Look, those rolling mountains are arranged in layers, one is taller and more majestic than the other. The mountains near and far are covered with green trees and red flowers. Under the light of the setting sun, the forests are dyed red like fire and yellow like gold. , shining with charming brilliance. If you look closely, you will find some beautiful wild flowers among the lush grass. A cluster here, a cluster there, some red, some yellow, some white. They are arranged naturally and generously, swaying in the breeze. It seems to be saying: "Welcome to the Sanya area of ??Hainan Island." It's really colorful and interesting. A group of lively and lovely silver-gray tits fly around among the lush flowers and grass, whispering and looking for close friends, showing a lively atmosphere. Looking around the top of the mountain, you can see tall and tall pines, all of them standing upright on the steep slope. Their thick brown trunks and black needles are enough to show their vigorous vitality. The waves gently "beat" towards the "reef" on the shore. When they are close to the coast, they recede with a "swish" sound. The layers of waves stirred up make the blue water more beautiful. The setting sun is shining slantingly, and the sea surface is glowing with light spots, which are swaying under the refreshing sea breeze, like dexterous pearls jumping. Buoys for breeding cages are scattered all over the sea in an orderly manner, rising and falling. A tugboat pulls more than a dozen small wooden boats, like a water train, carrying a rich harvest from the sea and slowly sailing to the shore. This is the gift of the ocean to people. After that, we took the car down the winding steep slope and came to the back mountain beach. After getting off the car, waves of fresh and clean sea breeze rushed towards me, refreshing me. The waves on the beach here are white and thin, the sea water is blue, and there is no pollution at all. Although it is late summer, there are still many tourists here. Some people sit on the shore and look at the sea from a distance. Some people pick up shells on the beach and enjoy the fresh air on the coast, listening to the new songs sung by the sea driver.

A beautiful place—Guilin composition

My hometown Guilin is a beautiful place.

In the morning, strolling along the Li River, you will see a vast ocean of clouds and mist in front of you. Looking around, the Elephant Trunk Mountain surrounded by clouds and mist looks like a giant elephant standing in the Li River drinking water.

Look, there is an independent mountain in the distance, that is Duxiu Peak. Oh! Is that a dream or a fairyland?

Walking along the riverside, you will see a lot of old people doing morning exercises. Look, these old people are doing Tai Chi; these old ladies are doing fan dance; these old grandfathers are practicing sword... Look, this is a highlight of the riverside!

In the evening, you must go to the bank of Ronghu Lake.

As soon as you arrive at Ronghu Lake, you will hear bursts of beautiful singing. Looking towards the center of the lake, the beautiful fountain will come into view. It will turn red for a while, and then turn red for a while. It turns green, and then turns yellow... If you want to ask me where to see the most beautiful fountain, I will tell you without hesitation, walk through the Jiuqu Bridge, walk through the trees, sit on the rocks The scenery you see is definitely the most beautiful. If the fountain sprays high, a stream of small water droplets will rush towards you.

There is a beautiful bridge next to the fountain, which is the Glass Bridge (Crystal Bridge). Putting up colorful lanterns can show its beauty. After passing the "distant" side, you will still hear the colorful tunes with national characteristics! This will leave people nostalgic.

Ah! How beautiful Guilin is! ah! Guilin is such a desirable place! No wonder the famous poet He Jingzhi composed the beautiful "Guilin Landscape Song". "Gods in the clouds! Fairies in the fog, the landscapes of Guilin in a fairy-like manner!... 3. Write a composition about a place

When you walk into the gate of the park, you can see the green willows here. Towards Looking from a distance, you can see the white tower standing high on the green mountain, and then looking down, you will see a large lake with green water. Walking inside, you can see some antique pavilions and some lifelike stone lions. and exquisitely crafted incense burners. You can see willows, pine and cypress everywhere here. It can be said that it is surrounded by green trees. Every morning, when the birds just start chirping, there are some old people doing Tai Chi or practicing. Sword; or sit under the shade of a tree to rest, or play chess in a small pavilion. Taking a walk here and breathing in the fresh air full of moisture will make you feel refreshed and unforgettable.

Not only is the scenery beautiful, but there are also many places of interest and historical sites, not to mention the small, exquisite and unique pavilions, and the gorgeously colored and ingeniously shaped archways. There are countless little-known stories like the Five Dragons. Pavilions, Beihai promenade, etc., as well as the most famous White Pagoda and Tuancheng, are like a string of bright pearls. Their peculiar structure, magnificent glazed tiles, bright red pillars... have impressed Chinese and foreign tourists. I was deeply impressed. The famous white pagoda has the style of an Indian pagoda. There is a copper plate hanging on the top of the pagoda. There are some wind chimes on it. When a gust of wind blows, the wind chimes make a clear and pleasant sound that can be heard far away. , very far...; the corridor in Beihai silently tells stories. There are paintings on its beams and eaves, and each painting tells a moving story. These paintings are exquisite and durable. It has endured the weather for a long time, and each painting is also painted with gold edges, which is full of praise.

I like Beihai. It is the crystallization of wisdom, the pride of the Chinese nation, and the hard work and wisdom of our ancestors. Created by my hands, so I like Beihai

1 2 4. There is a place composition

You may be familiar with this title

Maybe those who know it know that this is the theme song of the upcoming movie. I have an inexplicable fondness for this name.

There is a place, where is it, on campus? Looking down from the corridor, we can see the vast campus. It is winter now, its warmth, its coldness, its smile, its heartbeat... We don’t know how long winter has been with us. < /p>

Look at the students playing and playing in the corridor. Maybe they have never thought about the scene when they parted. But I can imagine the desolate scene.

< p> For a moment, my heart felt cold.

I didn’t know it, but I looked up and saw the kind and kind Grandma Sun. The warm sunshine illuminated my heart.

It gave me the courage to face the scene I was about to face, sitting in the shade of the trees and watching the waves of the lake.

Circles of ripples, bursts of breeze.

The breeze blows my hair and makes it fly; it blows my skirt and makes it fly; it blows my whole body and makes me fly.

One person, one tree and one lake vividly depict the feeling of refreshing breeze. At this moment, the state of mind can be better rested, and people will also gain some understanding.

Familiar streets with people coming and going. It reminds me of the people I once knew and the beauty that has passed away.

The good times are only remembered by time. Thinking of your appearance at the beginning, and the mottled time, if there was such a person by your side, wouldn't you stop wandering? Well, I know, only we all know, there is such a place, I will meet you there! The year passed by in a hurry, and the time passed by in a hurry.

We are about to leave this familiar place and go to that so-called place. Have you ever thought about such a scene, never been to this place, never... yes, never.

Under the night sky, the stars are so beautiful that you can blink your eyes! It also says: Go, we will wait for you in that place. Go ahead.

How much bitterness and reluctance are contained in these two words. Brothers and classmates, we will meet again.

Work hard! After saying these words, have you ever thought about crying? Then just cry as much as you want, maybe, fate is just so strange. I don’t know that we may meet again somewhere.

Remember. 5. Write a composition about a place (100 words)

Huangshan Mountain in Anhui, my country, has beautiful scenery and charming scenery.

In spring, the trees all over the mountains and plains are green and green, stretching for hundreds of miles. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking down, you will see a sea of ??green in front of you. All kinds of birds gather in the forest on the mountain, and beautiful bird songs are heard from time to time in the trees. The songs echo in the valleys, vibrate back and forth in the mountains, and fill the ears of tourists.

In summer, the sun is scorching and the sky is clear. When the sun rises in the early morning, the morning glow turns the sea of ??clouds in the sky into a bright red, and the fields present a vibrant scene.

Autumn is even more beautiful. The pine trees in the whole mountain look more lush and dense. The trees all over the mountain are long and lush, and the welcoming pine branches are lush and leafy, as if they are welcoming the distant world. guests, looking down from the mountain, the cliff becomes steeper. Wild geese flying in neat formations flew across the sky from time to time.

Not to mention the beautiful scenery in winter. The trees and mountains are covered with thick snow-white cotton jackets. Stepping on the loose and soft white snow makes a squeaking sound, and it is covered with snow. world. The sky has cleared up, the air has become colder, and the snow on the trees has turned into ice, shining golden and translucent in the sun, like a sacred mountain. I love the beauty of Huangshan Mountain and can't help but cheer: Huangshan Mountain , so beautiful, I love you!

Living Artwork - Yandang Mountain

Yandang Mountain is located in Yueqing City, Wenzhou, Zhejiang Province. It is known as the "No. 1 Mountain in the Southeast" and has the reputation of "not visiting Yandang". It’s a theory of “empty life”. Yanhu Gang, which is more than 1,040 meters above sea level, has a lake on the top of the hill. In the lake, there are lush reeds and tangled grass. Every autumn, wild geese fly here one after another, hence the name Yandang.

Since returning from Yandang Mountain, the strange peaks and rocks, unique peaks and secluded caves, waterfalls and clear streams, deep gorges and giant valleys, and cultural sites have often appeared in my mind, which often makes me quietly Thinking about it silently, I always feel that the entire Yandang Mountain is a "living" artistic masterpiece made by nature. 6. There is a place in my heart composition

There is a place in my heart, where there are warm lights and hopeful eyes.

——Inscription: When I wake up in the morning and open my sleepy eyes, the first ray of sunshine is like my mother’s smile. The April breeze blew slowly, and I smelled the fragrance of books.

I have been pursuing gorgeous language, but I just don’t know how to compose spiritual music. Rain always comes so straightforwardly.

I smiled helplessly. Looking out the window, people on the street began to walk quickly, and you could vaguely see the sad expressions of passers-by.

The end of get out of class bell came quietly, and the classmates beside him turned around and disappeared as usual. Walking out of the classroom, the dim lights in the corridor are mesmerizing.

It’s a bit cold in early spring. Hug yourself tightly, rush into the rain, and run towards the cafeteria.

The footsteps behind him were so familiar, and an umbrella suddenly appeared above his head. "Are you cold? Have you eaten?" Suddenly, he was surrounded by a familiar breath.

That steady voice accompanies me all spring, summer, autumn and winter. "Dad, why are you here?" Looking back suddenly, I found that water drops were still dripping from his hair, his slightly red cheeks, his calloused but warm palms were a little red, and the old coat had already Soaked.

He smiled at me, that gentle smile that lightly touched my heart. I turned my head, feeling uncomfortable in my heart.

He took my cold little hand without hesitation and put it into his collar. His scorching warmth was on his fingertips, he said, it was so cold.

I frowned, feeling a little unbearable. He gave me a brand new down jacket. It was light and still retained the warmth of my father. It was very warm.

He said nothing and touched my head, wanting to hug him. But the stretched out hand changed its direction unknowingly and knocked his hand off, "The president is not tall, hehe."

He smiled knowingly. He said briefly and forcefully, "Study hard."

Then turned and left. The back figure that was getting further away in the rain and fog was so tall and so thin.

In the wind and rain, with wet eyelashes fluttering, I vaguely caught a glimpse of the black figure and shuddered. It’s just that time flies too fast and is fleeting.

The thin raindrops slid across my face, and I suddenly remembered Mr. Zhu Ziqing's essay - "Back View". Was he like me at that time, his state of mind was not taken care of, just the intrusion of a back figure made him burst into tears.

Was he like me at that time? He never thought about anything and just looked at his father's eyes tightly. Was he like me at that time, pretending to be calm and suppressing his mixed feelings?

The beauty I once pursued was far less than a true performance. It turns out that words that can reach the depths of my heart are what I want.

Just like Mr. Zhu Ziqing’s prose, it is not decorated with too many beautiful sentences. What emerges from it is an ordinary, natural and simple beauty.

But it is shocking enough. I understand that the words I was obsessed with in the past were all exaggerated, empty and soulless.

When you fall in love with a true love, you can no longer escape the baptism of your soul. The kind of blade that comes from the soul is not heartless and cannot be blocked.

I also wanted to resist, but I found that my chest was indeed not empty. The charm of words made me fall.

A book can easily affect my emotions. I feel the same sadness and joy as the protagonist in the book. I think a good book will smooth out my unruly edges.

With the nourishment of books, I will grow up happily. I really like reading, I like the quiet and rustling sound of the pages being turned, like the melodious sound of the piano flowing in my heart; I like the colorful and deep printed fonts, like the morning sun on the sea illuminating my heart; I like the tangy sound of knowledge. The fragrance of ink is refreshing, like the throbbing of buds that fills the chest; I like the joy when touching the font, light, like graceful notes dancing on the fingertips.

Reading is a happy process. Inadvertently, a flower named "words" has quietly bloomed for me... From then on, there was this distant dream, which took root strongly and firmly in my heart. . This is my dream, distant but clear.

I hope to be a person like Mr. Lu Xun, who uses pen and ink as a weapon to sublimate life in adversity; I long to be a person like Mr. Zhu Ziqing, who blooms with ink flowers of true feelings and softens the sunshine; I I hope to be like Mr. Lao She, who pursues interesting writing and brings infinite happiness to readers. Use words to save a flower on the edge of a cliff and help him find his way back; use words to measure a fiery heart and sow the seeds of true love; use words to illuminate the struggling buds, and I will laugh in my dreams.

Explore the vast world of knowledge, travel to the rich land of words, and meditate in the realm of humorous books. To express my pen and ink, to bloom my mind, to fly in my dreams.

While time is still young, while the sun is shining brightly, while my heart is still strong, don’t be afraid of pain if you have dreams. Be a strong person, even if you are stuck in the quagmire, you will still remain calm and calm.

There will always be an extremely strong feeling, like something I have encountered in a dream. It was slow at first, then gradually it appeared in my mind like a roar, and then my eyes became wet.

There is a place in my heart where there are warm lights and hopeful eyes. That is the Chinese dream that I stretched out my arms to embrace.

Dreams never go away.

At a certain moment when I look back, flowers bloom everywhere... 7. My favorite place composition

Students, do you like the wide grassland, the warm hut, and the beautiful campus? So you know what I like about it? Let me tell you.

My favorite scenic spot in my hometown is the Hukou Waterfall. It was during the May Day holiday. We were a family of three. After a 5-hour drive, I felt listless along the way because of my motion sickness. Later, when I was approaching Hukou Waterfall, I discovered that there were layers of green mountains on both sides of the road. There were patches of mangroves on them, just like the grass was inlaid with fiery red flowers. Seeing these, I felt very happy. I got better all of a sudden and was very happy. Comfortable.

Finally arrived at Hukou Waterfall. From a distance, I heard a sound like thunder, drums, tsunami, and thousands of cannons. I didn’t bother to cover my ears, and I was immersed in the huge shock. Listening to the huge noise, I was very excited. As the huge "music" breeze blew by, I closed my eyes, and the waterfall splashed with waves and sprinkled on me. All my worries were thrown away, and I just I feel like a fairy, flying in the wind and drawing beautiful pictures in the air, red.

Purple. blue.

Each fantasy appeared in front of me like a movie in my mind, and I laughed sweetly, immersed in this ocean of joy.

"The color of the water in Hukou Waterfall is very similar to the color of chocolate. I often fantasize: If this is a river made of chocolate, I must drink to my fullest without leaving a drop. Think about it. I licked my mouth from time to time, and my mother laughed when she saw it. "It's so beautiful!" Mom, look. ”

The waves splashing from the waterfall are like fairies waving pearls, like fairies waving flower petals, and like goose-feather heavy snow. It makes people feel as if they have entered a fairyland, leaving them with infinite reverie.

“Baby, it’s time to go home. "My mother's nagging words rang in my ears again, and I said tirelessly: "Okay: 'My mother saw that I missed it very much, so she took a lot of photos for me.

I had no choice but to leave Hukou Waterfall reluctantly. Hukou Waterfall is so beautiful! I like the Hukou Waterfall, which makes people feel as if they are walking into a fairyland and has endless reveries. 8. There is such a place composition

That year, there was a place.

There, the flowers faded, the grass withered, and the few remaining leaves on the trees trembled in the bleak wind. It was a desolate autumn. I remember that year, you were seven years old and I was eight years old; you were very good and I was equally good.

Perhaps because we have many similarities, we became best friends. We used to go to school together, eat together in the canteen, and skip home together after school.

The two young hands were tightly held together. Even in the wind, it remains firm.

In this way, two springs and summers passed without knowing it. I thought I could keep going like this. But the day I couldn't imagine has come - you are gone.

In the evening of the day you left, you and I once again strolled along the country road where we once played. The two young hands were tightly clasped together again, as if they would never be able to hold on again if they let go.

At this moment, we are so far away, so far away. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk! At dusk, our shadows are stretched so long.

What follows is silence, suffocating silence! I don’t know how long it took, but you broke the dull atmosphere. "Brother, this is the peace charm that grandma gave me. Now I give it to you. If you miss me, take it out and look at it, just like I am by your side."

< p> Childish language, simple words, I reached out my hand like a ghost. He raised his head and saw his eyes filled with tears.

Suddenly, my heart was so painful that it was about to burst. Eventually, you're gone.

The wheel of time is still rolling forward, and I don’t know how many years have passed since then. I was sitting in the yard playing with flowers and plants out of boredom as usual.

"Brother, are you there?" The familiar voice made me burst into tears uncontrollably, and I couldn't stop them. That year, there was a place.

There, the flowers bloomed, the grass turned green, and the leaves of the trees rustled and smiled in the warm breeze. It was a beautiful spring.