The composition (800 words) describing mountain scenery is badly needed! ! !

It's already deep winter. Every morning is full of frost, frost everywhere, all kinds of frosty days, but Chuxiong is very warm from ten to six in the afternoon. Chuxiong people like to climb the western hills in the morning or at night. Most people who climb the western hills in the morning are retired people, and most people who go at the weekend night are young people.

I am busy teaching. I am a boarding national high school. This is extremely difficult. I like to climb the western hills on weekends and nights. I like to appreciate the healthy faces of young people, especially little girls and children, and enjoy the happy faces of couples scrambling to climb mountains. I also like to see the soil and vegetation on the hillside. Trees, Gu Teng, flowers, weeds, reptiles, wild birds, birds and insects all give me unlimited enjoyment.

Along the slope of Mishi Street, at the foot of Xishan Mountain is my high school alma mater Chuxiong No.2 Middle School, and not far away is the main entrance of Xishan Park. Go along several towering gatehouses with cornices in Xishan Park, and when you arrive at Xiling Palace, you can see the maple leaves all over the mountain are red, pure, intoxicating and refreshing. Turning my nose, I can smell the air in the forest with the smell of soil and moisture, which is also very fresh and refreshing; At first glance, there are no clouds in the winter sky in Wan Li, or a few white clouds are curling gently. As far as the western hills and the blue sky are concerned, they are all relaxed and happy. Maple trees are tall and quaint, and a gust of wind has passed, and the golden, blood-red and silver-yellow are fluttering all over the sky. It seems that countless golden, blood-red and silver-yellow thin fish fall from the sky, and it seems that countless charming butterflies are flapping their wings, and it seems that endless blood-red snowflakes are flying. An unstoppable beauty, a beauty that purifies the soul, is simply endless temptation. I can't resist the temptation of great beauty, pure beauty and magnificent beauty. I often give up the road up the mountain and climb up eagerly and excitedly along the hiking trail, but suddenly I find that I can only climb slowly, step on the stone steps of the mountain road washed away by the continuous autumn rain, rest gently and breathe gently. I am afraid that the tranquility and cleanliness of the forest will be destroyed, and I am afraid that the beautiful and charming red palm will be injured if I step on the ground. Beautiful, pure and red maple leaves are charming and thrilling temptations. I can't help but gently and carefully pick up some blood-red maple leaves from the ground. They are so pure and delicate, much like the little hands of girls with fair and delicate skin. I really want to take some back and put them on the pillow, so that I can rest them one by one every night.

Pure and mature romance and clean and warm beauty all over the world make me a poet who can't write poetry. I really want to recite a poem and dedicate it to a beautiful and refined woman, but it doesn't seem appropriate to apply Zhang Ji's "On a frosty night, Jiang Feng catches fire and sleeps", so I thought of her, a Yi woman who is good at writing novels and prose poems, and thought of inviting her to Xishan to enjoy the red leaves. I think it's interesting that there are no talented women and beautiful women to enjoy and share such beautiful scenery.

There are towering old trees on the hillside, but the top of the mountain is densely covered with tall pine trees and chestnut trees. Some old people are carrying bamboo baskets, collecting dried pine firewood and pine nuts in the forest, and some are drying pine needles.

In summer and autumn, many wild edible fungi grow in the pine forest and chestnut forest in the western hills, and they can often be found. These wild edible fungi are bright red, meat red, water red, golden yellow, green, silvery white, silvery gray, sheep liver color, chicken oil color, or like an umbrella, or like a small fist.

On this side of the mountain is the bustling Chuxiong city. On the other side of the mountain, there are several small villages lying in the west, lying happily in the ravine of the mountain nest like chickens, and lying comfortably in the green hills and beautiful waters like hens. Every day, villagers in these small villages carry fresh vegetables and fruits up the mountain and sell them on the roadside. When the city people go up the mountain early, they can buy fresh peaches, apples, figs, plums, pears, and the freshest vegetables, such as Chinese cabbage, bitter vegetables, sweet and crisp radishes, pumpkins, green peppers, red peppers, pea tips, pumpkin tips ... The village women who sell radishes and other vegetables are busy cutting radishes for everyone, and they are very happy. When they are busy, they talk casually with city people. People in the city casually ask one or two questions, whether it is Baishachong or Mihuang Village ... People tell them that it is Baishachong ... Baishachong has sweet water, good soil and water, and delicious vegetables and fruits. Chuxiong people always think that white sand in the soil is sweet and white sand in the water is sweet. Vegetables, peaches, plums, apricots and persimmons produced in Baishachong Village are all delicious.

In summer and autumn, Baishachong people go up the mountain to sell seasonal fruits such as figs, apricots, plums, pears and strawberries. It's already the middle of winter, but there are still red persimmons outside the village, and the farmyard is covered with red lanterns. At this time, the villagers climbed the mountain. One is selling persimmons as beautiful as red lanterns, and the other is waiting for relatives and friends at the top of Xishan Mountain, inviting people to their home to eat pig-killing rice for one day. At this time, first frost was everywhere, and there were thousands of first frost days. In the countryside outside the city, every household kills pigs, entertains guests with banquets and bacon, and happiness is everywhere. This is the best season for farmers. At this time, they picked the white, tender, sweet and crisp radish sold on the top of the mountain, ate it sweet and crisp raw, cooked the ribs soft, and soaked the green pea tips and pumpkin tips in white frost, which was delicious. Chuxiong has red persimmons, which are warm in winter. With white radish and ribs, it is soft and fragrant in the middle of winter. The annual pig rice, accompanied by every household taking the opportunity to entertain guests, is warm and happy in the dead of winter.

I like it too. When I climb the mountain, I buy a big white radish to eat. I ate comfortably and was bathed in the warm sunshine. I also bought some red persimmons and some crisp white radishes to bring back the beauty and happiness of Xishan to my family.

Class 123 got up very early this morning and climbed the western hills to buy red persimmons and white radishes. At eight o'clock, I not only saw beautiful flowing clouds and milky clouds all over the mountain in the pine forest, but also saw many farmers selling fresh strawberries and red persimmons, strawberry seedlings, calla lilies, fresh roses, perfume lilies, all kinds of wild flowers, pueraria lobata and Polygonum multiflorum, and white flowers on the top of the mountain.

In this season when the cold wind is howling and first frost is everywhere, the camellia in Chuxiong is gradually opening up. There are clusters of camellias in Yunnan pine chestnut forest, and the red camellias show a warm and beautiful face, which makes people feel full of vitality, infinite youth and spring. The spring in Chuxiong is felt in advance, and the camellia in the mountains is predicted in spring.

Climbing the western hills this morning, I saw someone picking watery wild camellia, and I was very happy to take it down the mountain. I can't help but rush into the forest to pick wild camellia, regardless of dewdrops and thick frost.

2. Emei Mountain scenery in late autumn

In the autumn of the first half of Emei Mountain, the shadow entered the Pingqiang River. I didn't want to quote this poem before, which has nothing to do with the scenery I saw, but there is an autumn word, which is also a point. Before Mount Emei, there was a conflict. I have been there many times, and I can remember the steps, temples and trees clearly whether I have seen them or not. Maybe there is no expectation until you have the joy and harvest of this trip.

Walking down the hill, trees are lush, rocks are everywhere, streams are gurgling, scenes and memories are changing, and time and trance fall into my heart outside the scenery. When I got off the bus halfway up the mountain to buy a ticket, the ground was wet and cool, and the light was exposed in the thin clouds, and my mood was relieved.

With the winding road, the level of the landscape is gradually clear. Colorful leaves depict mountains, red, yellow, green, yellow and withered. Leaves of all colors are crowded, piled up, swaying, but reserved. Perhaps they have gained immortality and are immersed in the coolness and tranquility of becoming a monk, but they are charming in all aspects.

The roadside is covered with loose weeds. Looking around, the continuous mountains are hidden layer by layer, and the beautiful scenery between the foothills is intoxicating. The plane leaves and red maple leaves on the ground are as red as fire, which seems to tell the changes of seasons. That tall pine tree broke its branches in last year's snow, and now it is still crisp and green. The tenacity of life is obvious in the majestic posture of the tree.

In Lei Ping, along the winding mountain road, the route is paved with bluestone. Along the way, the mountain stream surged, the fog was foggy, the mountains were phantom, the trees were swaying, the grass was sad, the monkeys jumped on the branches of the mountains and greedily enjoyed the food snatched from tourists, which made the audience enjoy it. Ignoring their curiosity and surprise, they are fearless, unhurried and bent on the steep Shan Ye.

Sitting in the cable car with a passenger capacity of 100, I enjoyed the thorns in the sky, the majestic mountains and the fantasy of trees. Arriving at Jinding, it's like a cold winter, and it's bone-chilling cold, followed by a cold wind, which seems to blow the thin floc unsteadily. Take the bird back to the hotel quickly, keep warm, chapped lips, turn off the phone and have a sore nose. The sleepless night ended in the morning when the shopkeeper called.

Wrapped in clothes, I went out and climbed the steps leading to Jinding. Although the sky is dark blue, the scenery around me is faintly visible, especially the ten golden statues of Pu Xian shining in the morning. The white jade stone with all kinds of photographic equipment in his hand was surrounded by railings. The clouds in the distance show a little luster in the sky. With the change of time, they become brighter and brighter, and the red rises are never seen again. Only dark blue and light gray mountain shadows are listed far away, until the luster is smeared, and a looming cloud curtain spans between the luster and the peak, dividing the boundary between the earth and the sky.

Ten minutes, half an hour, an hour, wake up in the chaos of heaven and earth, there are round dew in the shiny cloud, we must make sure that we can't see it. Unfortunately, I had to walk slowly along the path paved with bluestone and along the cliff to enjoy the scenery outside.

Incense filled the front of the temple and frozen ice hung on the eaves. After time printing and dyeing, the changes of the times are more magnificent and spectacular. The charm of nature condenses perfectly and exquisitely through mountains, temples and trees. The profound meaning of Buddhism calls for inner peace and purity, and the conversion from secular hope can be peaceful at that moment.

Looking at the Wanfo Peak in front of us, in its direction, familiarity and joy coexist, and the majestic posture and flatness of Dawa Mountain come face to face. The towering Dawa Mountain seems to be lying in the arms of relatives, and underneath it is a shadow lying on his back, dare not say that it looks like a sleeping Buddha.

There is a maple tree beside the low rock. Its leaves are red, stronger than fire, reflecting the sky, like a cloud, burning the sky.