Panoramic description composition

1. Write a composition and take a panoramic view. Spring is here and green is coming. Many things have turned into beautiful spring scenery.

Looking at the mountains from a distance, I can only see the twists and turns like hills. The small lake is clear and bright, and people can see many lotus leaves floating on the lake like boats. The fish in the lake vomited several bubbles in succession, and some fish jumped out of the water. What a beautiful scenery! There are villages on both sides of the lake, and people in the villages are busy with their own affairs. There are rosy peach trees and bright red flowers behind the village. How energetic they are! Willow trees are planted on both sides of the river, and the willow trees are blown by the wind. And "hair" is like combing your hair, dancing with the wind, planting green grass and red flowers, like a watercolor painting.

Fishermen are fishing for fish on the other side, farmers there are ploughing fields and some are planting rice fields. The paddy field is green, as if it had been coated with a layer of green pigment. Some free swallows flew from the rice fields here to the willows there in the blink of an eye, and some skimmed the lake. As soon as their tails touched the water, the water immediately rippled. Some of them are still spreading their wings in the air and practicing taking off. How lively and lovely!

Look! This is beautiful spring, beautiful scenery, how full of vitality, really like a picture of spring! I love spring!

2. Describe the composition of the scene: the afterglow of the sunset lazily climbs over the white and smooth skin of the mountain peak; Warmly shining on this quiet land, the clouds on the horizon drift by, as if following the footsteps of their companions; The blue lake slowly flows, and there are several boats across the lake, vaguely flashing some fishing fires. Maybe when the scenery is too lonely, I will sing, singing with the lake, taking me to recall that unforgettable past, with a little sadness, but when I turned away, I saw the other side of the mountain. That's where the sun rises again. Maybe spring will come tomorrow! The warm sunshine shines on the lake, and the last red leaf in the forest still stands proudly on the branches. The bright red and green colors and uncoordinated colors form a unique winter scene.

Sometimes a gust of wind blows, and branches without leaves rustle, which also makes people feel sad. But if you look at those branches again, new buds have been bred. This kind of fluffy and humble bud immediately reminds you of the future spring and the vibrant and flowery days.

Walking in the snow is more interesting. There is only a trace of wind in the sky, holding the snow like a kite. Looking up, this wind dominates the snowflake like a butterfly. It falls obliquely, whirls and dances, floats to the ground and falls on pedestrians.

Snowflakes, like naughty children, never tire of playing, brush people's hot faces, turn into water droplets and flow onto eyebrows and beards, forming small ice cubes. Snow falls silently, fluttering. Soon, there will be a thin layer on the ground. When you step on it, it will make cheerful footsteps "cheep, cheep, cheep".

With this step, you can spread your imagination wings as much as possible, pursue your best memories and embrace your happiness! You might as well take a deep breath. The flowers of My Sweetie will soak in your heart and spleen. You can't help but think of a pure heart. When you wake up in the morning, you will feel that the whole world is so pure and the fog is filled in winter. After the fog cleared, a wonderful scene appeared immediately. The needles of pine trees are covered with thick frost, like white autumn chrysanthemums; The branches of deciduous trees are covered with white snow, just like white jade carved trees; The weeping willows are wrapped in silver, and the bushes are all white coral, which is confusing. There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world.

The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.

The snow at dusk, deeply cut, seems to be inextricably linked with emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and there is a sense of * * * like uncovering the head and tail. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers who go out to war, covered with silver armor, and like pieces of sailing ... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is only one piece of silver between heaven and earth, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow. I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more.

Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

If winter comes, can spring be far behind? With the coming of winter, people put on thick cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold wind and frost. With the coming of winter, everything has entered a "dead silence" period, leaving people with eyeful fatigue ... That winter, my Clivia was sick as early as two months ago.

When winter comes, it loses all its green color and becomes a pile of dead branches. I'm sorry that months of hard work went up in smoke.

In order to reassure myself a little, I didn't throw it away immediately, nor did I take it out of the flowerpot immediately. I just left it as it is. In this way, I spent the winter of that year in regret. Every time I touch the cold flowerpot, I feel sad and helpless in my heart.

Now that I think about it, I can still feel the long winter. After the spring of the following year, I made up my mind to get rid of the dead branches and make room for planting orchids in flowerpots.

So, I dug up the soil with a small shovel and prepared to uproot it. But at this moment, a miracle appeared.

As soon as I put my shovel into the dry thick soil and scraped it twice, I heard a crisp crack, and then I saw the fragments of the ceramic flowerpot scattered all over the floor. However, when I look carefully, it is the root of Clivia, which seems to have died last winter, wrapped in layers of soil and as thick as a white beard. Instead of necrosis, it became more and more lush and branched again and again.

Now, it is so lush that it fills the whole flowerpot, just like a dragon's paw sticking tightly to a porcelain flowerpot. No wonder it breaks at the touch. Seeing this, I quickly trimmed the messy roots and replanted them in the pot.

As a result, a month later, each flowerpot gave off a lovely Clivia bud. I have to marvel at this scene.

In the whole winter brewing, it can grow again and flourish. I was simply impressed by the miracle of this winter.

This admiration is from the heart. From the eyes to the heart, I have to sincerely sigh its tenacious vitality. Think about it, how stupid I was to give up the chance of a new life in such a hurry in winter.

Thick cotton-padded clothes really cut off all the joy and hope brought by new life. But now I understand that the temporary "dead silence" is to let us appreciate life more truly and appreciate life.

In winter, plants can be reborn by longing for spring after the "dead silence" in winter. What about that guy? Winter can also look forward to spring, and you can get greater new life and hope.

We should be awed by the magic of life, so we should show courage and action. Just like Clivia with withered stems and leaves, when spring shines on the earth, you will have the beauty like a Siberian butterfly, and then break the ice to find a brighter and brighter you. Snow, I love you, love your innocence, yours.

3. Panorama and close-up Write a 300-word composition Weinan-a small town, but I love her deeply.

There are all kinds of shopping malls in Weinan. As long as you go to Dongfeng Street, you will linger and return home with a full load. There are many specialty stores in this street. Feeling tired and thirsty after shopping, I lifted my feet into a fast food restaurant. The tempting taste makes people eat.

After eating and drinking enough, you will go out to Weinan Central Square. Whether it is cold winter or fiery summer, it is a good place for Weinan people to relax.

There is Weihe reservoir in Weinan, and there are few artificial scenery, but it is not monotonous at all, and it feels beautiful. There are waves of cool breeze blowing on the lake from time to time, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

There is also a tableland in Weinan. If you climb to the top of the plateau, you will see a panoramic view of Weinan. If it has just rained at this time, there will be waves of earthy fragrance with floral fragrance! Weinan seems to be a big flower bed, and all kinds of flowers are beautiful. It seems to be a comprehensive book, including literature, geography, science fiction and history. In short, I have various types of articles waiting for me to interpret.

Weinan seems to be another piece of cloth, with patterns such as big cats, dogs and rabbits, making the earth more beautiful. Weinan is also the first beautiful scenery in eastern Shaanxi.

This is Weinan in my heart, and this is Weinan I love. I love my hometown-Weinan.

4. The autumn rain hit them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old tree stands gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.

Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk.

The earth put on a golden sweater, and yellow poplar leaves and bright maple leaves fell down, as if several colorful butterflies were flying in the air. Although the frost came, Grandpa Song Qing still wore a green robe and looked greener. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow, which is beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon tree have fallen, but the persimmons in Huang Chengcheng are still hanging on their fingers, like orange lanterns of all sizes, with red begonia pressing the branches.

5. Write a composition describing the appearance, 250 words, using "panorama of my math teacher"

There are three math teachers in my primary school, and now Teacher Luo is teaching me.

Teacher Luo is quite tall. Her hair is light yellow with some curly hair at the back. She has big eyes, her nose is neither flat nor upturned, and her mouth is neither too big nor too small. Teacher Luo usually wears earrings. Because Miss Luo is beautiful, she can wear anything and fashionable clothes.

Teacher Luo is still very young, but she is particularly responsible for us. There are always mistakes in doing problems in our class. Because there is not enough time, we can't explain them in class. But the teacher will ask those students who make mistakes to stay after school, and then explain patiently until they understand. Some of those students will complain that they left themselves too late. Don't they know that teachers stay at school, too? Isn't this a waste of teachers' time? The teacher will explain it to you because he cares about you, doesn't he?

Once, when we finished our homework at school, Mr. Luo walked to see how our homework was done. If someone can't, he or she will tell him or her. The classroom is quiet, and what I am doing is almost finished. I didn't expect a trip to come halfway-I couldn't do a topic, so I racked my brains to think that more than half of the manuscript was listed, but I still couldn't do it. Just as I was thinking hard, Teacher Luo came over and asked softly, "What's the matter? Is there a problem you can't do? " I nodded, so she moved the book over there. After reading the topic, she picked up the pen, opened the draft book, gently crossed the topic and told me gently. After that, I began to understand, and my thoughts were like a turned-on faucet, which was out of control. After the topic was finished, Teacher Luo looked at my formula and said, "Do you understand now?" I nodded, and she went to check the homework of other students. ...

Teacher Luo is like this. She is serious and responsible for her students, isn't she?

6. A 400-word composition describing the winter scenery

There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.

The snow at dusk, deeply cut, seems to be inextricably linked with emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and there is a sense of * * * like uncovering the head and tail. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...

The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.

I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

7. Articles describing scenery 500 -600 words The autumn of the four seasons scenery hometown is also the autumn of my hometown when I was a child. It is always blue and charming, and the clouds that occasionally drift by are changing all kinds of graphics, which makes you daydream endlessly.

However, the autumn of middle age is also the autumn of a foreign land, and I always can't see my thoughts at that time. When I arrived in Linyi a few days ago, I looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window on the expressway, as if I had returned to my childhood and hometown.

Autumn symbolizes maturity and can bring people the joy of harvest. I remember how "cool" it was to hold round and big sweet potatoes at dusk in first frost, in the smoke not far away. What's more, burned soybeans with dead leaves are looking for endless autumn fragrance. I dare say it is the most delicious bean fragrance in the world! At least in the present city, I have never smelled it! Autumn is the season when "yellow things fade".

The original green leaves gradually lost their true colors of life. Under the attack of wind, frost, rain and snow, it turns yellow day by day, and then quietly floats down with the wind. At the moment of enjoying the beautiful scenery, I had to wear delicate yellow leaves and hang them under the eaves, waiting to enjoy the fragrance floating from the scones after burning.

My mouth is watering. An able young man can eat ten at a time. I have never smelled such a kind fragrance in my wandering after leaving home! At that time, there was no sadness in the fallen leaves of my hometown. Now, the fallen leaves in a foreign land are just countless. In my heart, the occasional thoughts and comforts are all in the face of this silent destruction, whether it is fire nirvana or life evolution.

Someone in autumn scenery said, "Autumn is really beautiful!" Especially looking for autumn. Autumn is in the field

The rice in the field is ripe, and the rice in Huang Chengcheng is like a big piece of gold. In the east, people come here with harvesters. They let every grain of rice into the warehouse.

In autumn in the Woods, the leaves of all kinds of trees are yellow and fall on the pond and the ground one by one. However, the pine tree still stands tall and motionless in the wind, and its leaves are still so green.

Autumn is in the garden. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, including red, yellow, green, white and orange ... The petals of these chrysanthemums are like thin shredded radish.

The petals of some chrysanthemums are all spread out, revealing the tender yellow stamens; Some chrysanthemums only spread two or three petals; There are chrysanthemums in bud, as if the petals are about to open. In autumn, apples, oranges, bananas and other fruits in the orchard are all ripe.

Uncles and aunts are holding baskets and picking fruits one by one. Those fruits that haven't been picked seem to say, "Pick us quickly! Those who want to buy fruit are waiting for us! " Autumn is on people.

People wear sweaters, vests, sweaters and so on. Where is autumn? Autumn is in children's eyes. As long as we keep exploring and discovering, we will gain a lot of knowledge that is not available in books.

Autumn in the old capital is always good, no matter where it is; However, the autumn in the north is particularly clear, quiet and sad. The reason why I have traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to Qingdao, and even from Qingdao to Peiping, is to enjoy this "autumn", the autumn flavor of this old capital.

Jiangnan, of course, there is autumn; But the grass is carved slowly, the air is moist, the sky is pale, and it often rains and windy; A person sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong and Guangzhou can only feel a little coolness, and the taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn can never be fully satisfied, tasted and enjoyed. Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it wine. Half-drunk is not suitable for enjoying autumn.

It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple.

Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath.

When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory.

The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai. Like flowers, but not flowers, they will spread all over the floor in the morning.

When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch. After sweeping the street in the shade, the silk pattern of the broom falling on the dust looks exquisite, leisurely and subconsciously lonely. The ancient dream that the world knows autumn is in these depths.

Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear them singing everywhere. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or mountains to hear it.

Qiu Chan's cries are like crickets and mice in Beiping, and like roundworms that every household keeps at home. There is also autumn rain. The autumn rain in the north seems to be stranger, more delicious and more decent than that in the south.

Under the gloomy sky, a cool breeze suddenly came and it began to rain. It rained a layer, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun appeared again; Idle people in the city, wearing thick green coats or jackets and biting their pipes, stood in the shade of the inclined bridge after the rain. When they meet acquaintances, they will say to each other with a slow tone and a little sigh, "Oh, it's really cold." This word is pronounced very high and dragged on for a long time. )

"Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain is cold! " Northerners always read array characters like layers of words, which are flat and even. This mispronounced rhyme is just right. Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai.

The first is jujube; Corners, walls, toilets.

8. The composition tells the scenery in winter, riding snow and leaving quietly, while in spring, people are still at a loss about the four seasons.

The breeze is blowing, smelling of grass and flowers. In this refreshing breeze, wicker is drunk and shaking its delicate waist; The grass was drunk and shook its little head; The river is also drunk. It can't wait to play cheerful songs for spring.

In spring, it is like this. In the green world, snow can't hold on any longer. It becomes a water drop, nourishing the fertile land.

In spring, it is like this. A small wild flower is in full bloom on the lawn. Although not charming, it is full of spring.

In spring, it is like this. The geese flying south have come back, and from time to time there are several whispering cries. All kinds of birds fly on the wire, just like a beautiful music score.

Spring is a pair of hands, cutting off the willows, painting the peach blossoms and tearing off the white seal on the river.

A "rumble" of spring thunder broke the peace of spring, and a flash of lightning pierced the sunny spring. Then, the rain like an embroidery needle shows the dense grass, the new leaves on the branches, the beauty of spring and the cheerful laughter of children.

Ah! In spring, you have no snow in winter, no golden color in autumn, and no hot sun in summer, but you have more simplicity and beauty, and you have added a beautiful memory to our childhood.

9. Ask for a 300-word composition describing the scenery of a photo (with photos attached). In the days when white clouds are floating all over the sky, the sky is particularly blue, the earth is unusually empty, the breeze is blowing, and the green grass is dancing with a vibrant heart. A heart, plus a pair of feet, outlines my distant grazing scenery.

In this dynamic landscape, I really want to stand on the lonely and uninhabited seaside for a long time, listen to the deep breath of the sea, let this feeling disappear in the open mind, and let loneliness be abandoned in the repeated impact of the sea on the reef; I really want to ride the wind and waves in the vast sea, raise muddy sails, like a white sailboat, sailing in the deep sea; I really want to wait at the seaside, quietly waiting for the sea to give birth to the brilliance of the red sun, and silently savoring the nostalgia of the sunset for the sky.

In this dynamic landscape, I really want to walk through the vast desert, put aside my troubles and worries, and let the blazing sun evaporate it; I really want to go to the Sahara to dilute it, set foot on the endless grassland, listen to the crisp camel bells and drink sweet butter tea; I really want to gallop freely on the grassland, repeat the rough and meaningful countryside, dance happily around the red bonfire under a full moon, and look at the gentle eyes of my brothers and sisters.

In this dynamic landscape, I really want to walk in the scenery of "the sky is raining and crisp, the grass color is near but there is no" and look at the magnificent scenery of "the rest is scattered and quiet"; I really want to listen to the apes on both sides of the strait, the never-ending cry, and spend the Chung Shan Man with the canoe; I really want to see the scene of "if the sky is old, the world is right and vicissitudes".

In this dynamic landscape, I still want to go far away. In this flower season and rainy season, I always look around, so I won't feel sorry, but the place I want to go is a dream after all. It flies high, and I can only catch it if I try to overcome difficulties and jump high. Then, now, compared with my eyes, let the charming scenery in my eyes urge me to work hard.

10. What grade level should the composition describing the scene be 100 words? Describe there? Make it clear ~ ~1? Who awakened the grass? It turns out that Miss Chun is scratching the grass! Who is playing with fish? It turns out that Miss Chun is playing with the fish.

Whenever spring comes, spring girls will play with us and grow together ... whenever spring comes, it is our happiest moment. Miss Chun, can you stay? Spend a golden childhood with us! In a blink of an eye, the severe winter passed and spring quietly came to the world.

Spring is a beautiful season and a poetic season; Spring means a vibrant beginning. Since ancient times, poets have loved and praised spring because of its pleasant scenery.

Strolling through the garden of ancient poetry and poetry, I can see the colorful poems of Wing Chun, which is dizzying. Just pick a few, take your time, and you will be intoxicated before you know it. "A night of light thunder, frivolous tile uneven.

Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches. "This is the Northern Song Dynasty poet Qin Guan's Spring Day.

This poem is about spring scenery after rain. You see, it's raining, the morning mist is thin, the blue tiles are crystal clear, and the spring is beautiful; Peony flowers bring rain and tears, affectionate and leisurely, roses are quiet and charming.

There are close-up and distant views, dynamic and static, affectionate and graceful, and can be touched at will, uneven. The whole poem is dense and vivid, with a fresh and graceful charm, which is very popular.

"There are songbirds in the court trees, and red and green help spring to go to the distant forest. Suddenly there are good poems, and it is difficult to find syntax. "

This is "Spring Day" by the Song Dynasty poet Chen. This poem describes the scene of a spring morning.

Ears are full of birds, eyes are full of green branches, green and red help each other, and the fragrance is attractive. With a few strokes of the poet, a picture of spring is presented to the readers. Then, the poet simply stopped writing, stopped describing spring scenery and turned to lyricism.

Spring is full of inspiration, but the mysterious poet uses the evasive word "hard to find" to induce readers to feel spring. This method of combining reality with reality leaves readers with great imagination. "Far eyes go with the day, and the setting sun shines on the tree.

Dogs know where to bark. People are walking in the middle of the mountain. "This is the Southern Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli's Spring Day.

This poem is about a scene of the Spring Festival Evening. Sunset covers trees, green land meets the sky, dogs bark happily, and people come home late.

This poem is naturally appropriate and ingenious. It brings readers into a panoramic atmosphere of spring, with its beauty, gorgeous color, rich flavor and harmonious sound. During this period, people will open their hearts and sing heartily. "Spring water newborn milk swallow, wasp small tail flapping flowers.

The window contains far color, and the fish hold the incense hook near the Rocky Mountain. "This is the South Garden written by Li He, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

The spring in Nanyuan is full of vitality and interest. Water is born in spring, milk swallows, bees pick flowers to make honey, and fish hold hooks to feed. These are all scenery with spring characteristics, and the foreground goes straight into the study through the window, which makes people feel comfortable and happy.

This poem is vivid, fresh and elegant, and it is refreshing to read. "Old trees cover short eaves, and the staff helps me cross the bridge east.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. "This is the southern song dynasty monk ZhiNan quatrains.

This is a quatrain describing a spring outing. The beautiful spring scenery aroused the wandering of monks, so I went out of the temple to see the spring scenery.

Traveling by a small tent boat, the boat is moored under an old tree and strolls on the east side of Chenopodium Bridge. Although it is straightforward, the ship is anchored in the shade of ancient trees. This painting is very elegant and simple, quite like an ancient literati painting in China.

The last two sentences accurately and concisely show the beautiful and pleasant scenes of apricot blossom, light rain, willow dancing and warm east wind in spring, and are famous sentences that have been passed down through the ages. This poem is integrated with scenery, things and heart. The poet grasped the characteristics of Spring Breeze and Spring Rain and slightly exaggerated them, thus revealing his inner joy and love for nature.

"The grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind. "

This is "Village Residence" written by Gao Ding, a poet in Qing Dynasty. The first sentence and the second sentence vividly describe the nature in spring and write the beautiful and charming scenery unique to the countryside in spring. In February, the spring is bright, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows gently brush the bank with long branches, as if intoxicated in the beautiful spring.

The third and fourth sentences describe a vivid scene of a group of lively children flying kites in beautiful spring. Their laughter makes spring more energetic. This poem is clear and clear, and it is practiced with words.

The whole poem is filled with cheerful emotions, giving readers a beautiful emotional infection. "Yinyingxi is curved and green, and the light rain has flattened on the shallow beach.

Goose and duck don't know that spring has passed, but they are scrambling to catch up with peach blossoms. "This is the Song Dynasty poet Chao Chongzhi's Spring Day.

This is a poem about cherishing spring. The whole poem has four sentences and four views, the streams are clear and clean, the drizzle turns over the ping, the geese and ducks play, and the peach blossoms chase the water. The picture is very vivid and vivid, which makes people feel relaxed and fascinated.

The poet expressed his feelings with the sight of geese and ducks "riding peach blossoms" Spring is gone, but geese and ducks don't know it, so they chase it happily, so they are carefree, but people are different. Although the fallen flowers can be chased, time cannot be returned. The poet's love for spring cannot be expressed in words. 3. [Thinking analysis] The following answers are for reference [Problem solving process] The year of the sports meeting. Our school held its annual autumn sports meeting yesterday! This will be our last sports meeting in our alma mater. I am full of hope for this sports meeting. I signed up for the men's 3 km race. I remember the longest men's race last year was1500m. I don't know how to change this year Haha, there is only one student in my class who has less talent, so he has to report whether he can run or not. As in previous years, our school came to the school early to wait for the assembly and review, and then raised the national flag and fired a gun to stand the pigeons! The scene was spectacular, and the headmaster spoke! Then start the game! Athletes run on the 100-meter track with amazing speed and amazing physical fitness! My 3 km run was in the afternoon, and I sat all morning preparing for the 3 km run! Unconsciously, the whole morning passed like this. Just when I wanted something to eat at noon, the teacher suddenly called me and a classmate in my group and stunned me. What's it called * *? ! Hehe, I knew something was wrong. Let's go upstairs and get the teacher's.