Writing about scenery in the second day of junior high school

In study, work and even life, when it comes to writing, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Writing is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following are eight landscape writing compositions I have compiled for you for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Every night when I go to bed, I am used to opening the curtain a crack. Sometimes, it's always dark outside, and I don't like it. I like to see the bright moon outside like a light bulb, or, like a boat.

The legend about the moon is very attractive. It is said on TV that Chang 'e once lived on the moon. Hours, I really believe. Now think about it, the moon, 27 degrees below zero at night, will Chang 'e live there? And her bunny, won't it freeze to death?

The sun includes sunrise, rising sun, sunset, sunset and scorching sun. Maybe the moon on the moth's eyebrows is what we call a boat in ........................................................................................................................................................? Full moon.-I know. The moon is round, just like a moon cake. I always see the full moon recently. It's so bright! Occasionally I can see the clouds around me. The clouds moved, the moon appeared, the clouds moved again, and the moon disappeared again. Sometimes, I like watching the moon. Watching the light bulb will be dazzling, watching the sun will be hot and dry, and watching the moon that only appears at night always feels chilly.

I don't know if others have noticed that there are few stars around the moon on the fifteenth. Of course, there are really few stars in the city. The fifteenth moon is so soft, and the faint moonlight seems to have entered a fairy tale world. Stars, are you shy because you can't compete with the moon?

In the faint moonlight, every household has lights on, but it sets off the excitement of the city. Moon! An unreachable planet can be appreciated by people in this city. You don't have the dazzling light of the sun, and you are always modest. Is the "Chang 'e" on it ok?

There is a big garden in the neighborhood not far from our home, which has been my paradise since childhood. Mainly because there are too many flowers and plants.

The beautiful spring girl came in the east wind and sneaked into the garden. As soon as the shadow of the most sensitive spring of Winter jasmine visited, she raised the yellow flag to report. At this time, the grandmother next door gently stroked my head with her rough hands and told me: Spring is coming! I go to the garden curiously every day. Sure enough, all the plants took out new green buds and became greener unconsciously. At this time, angels in white, wearing a small hat, flew all over the sky; When peach trees and lilac trees are in bud; As the trees get denser and denser, I know that spring has gone and summer has come.

Xia is a naughty child, laughing and screaming, running and making noise. All the flowers were warmly welcomed and sweet smiles fell on their faces. I like to sit on the carpet paved with peach petals, with my back against the peach tree, which is as rough as an old man's hand. Looking at this colorful oil painting, the peach petals hanging on the tree are gently blown off by the wind, one by one, like winter snow, like cow hair, like rain falling from the tree. The contrast between dynamic and static, fine and coarse makes this oil painting more beautiful. The smell of cloves and peach blossoms is brewing in the air. Sitting on the soft pink carpet, the most charming picture is in front of you. There is nothing I like more than this.

I am a person who doesn't like autumn. I'm tired of the coldness of "autumn wind sweeping away leaves" and "geese crossing the south to return". However, there is no denying the gentle colors of autumn. The autumn sky is blue, as if to remind the geese that it is time to return to the south; The autumn sunshine is warm, as if telling us that three-quarters of the year has passed; The cold wind in autumn seems to urge winter: come on! I'm going back. When the last leaf falls from the tree, bleak autumn leaves and beautiful winter comes.

I like winter best all year round. Look at the colorful clothes and big zongzi in the street. How kind and interesting it is to walk slowly in the street! The most beautiful thing is counting a little snow! Countless snowflakes whirled like elves falling from the sky and entered the small garden gently and quietly. It fell on the lifeless flowers, on the dying branches, on my head and body, and suddenly covered the garden with a layer of silvery white gauze. The long-lost plum blossom is no longer silent. Flower bones are struggling to emerge from the dry branches, and blood-red flowers are blooming. They are so graceful against the snow, which is enough to remind people of the famous sentence "Mei Xu Xun's snow is white, but there is a plum blossom missing in the snow"! Looking at this flawless snow, looking at this proud red plum, there is always something in my heart that is unclear.

This is the garden in my eyes and the four seasons in my heart.

China's traditional operas, like a kind of classical beauty, follow the historical track of China's excellent tradition with the rhyme of Tang poetry and Song poetry. It seems far away from us, but in fact, it has never gone far.

Walking slowly in the gap of modern high-rise buildings, the air is filled with flying dust, pedestrians are in a hurry, and there is no classical charm at all, as if something is missing.

Although I was young and ignorant when I was a child, I was taken to the stage by adults and had the honor of listening to Beijing Opera. As soon as I stepped into the exhibition hall, I thoroughly felt the massiness and unique charm of history. Suddenly, the drums sounded in a hurry, like raindrops of all sizes touching the heartstrings. As soon as the drums came out, erhu, jinghu and pipa played one after another. I saw a simple woman hiding her face with rouge singing loudly: "Susan left Hong Tong and will come to the street …" Liao Liao said a few words, but I saw a beautiful and kind Susan, a sentient person.

An accidental meeting in my childhood gave me an ambiguous and good impression on China opera. Although I couldn't understand what I was singing, the world suddenly became quiet when the drums sounded, and the classical charm was elegant, colorful and comfortable.

Looking up, I saw the familiar pavilion, but I didn't go far. I couldn't let go of my obsession with opera and went in again.

Carefully rubbing the texture of the years, light and shadow floating, creeping grass producing fragrance, or the original appearance, it has always been here, never gone far! The familiar drums are surging, which are powerful at first, and then slower and slower, such as drawing new flowers from peaches and willows and boiling spring water to make tea. "Smile will last forever, and crying will last forever. This situation is yours, and this is yours. " Another good play-Farewell My Concubine. Elegant image, smiling, every move has won my heart, eyes open, lips pursed, eyes blurred. How can it only be an absolute beauty! You can also see another self, a pure reflection, in the soul of Butterfly Dress who is crazy about drama!

One level at a time, one high and one low, became attached to opera; Singing and playing, playing and singing, let the culture pass on, see through various dramas and dances, and marvel at the infinite charm of China culture! Euphemistic tone, bright color, a joke spread all over the world; With a long history and rich connotations, Chinese souls are sung one after another!

The original opera has never gone far, it has always been in our hearts, in the hearts of every Chinese descendant. We should inherit the opera and let more people become attached to it!

Opera has never gone far!

The next day, write landscape composition 4. It is cold in severe winter, cool in autumn and hot in midsummer. I like the tenderness of spring, and I like the misty spring rain that washes away the traces of winter.

Spring rain with fresh breath, accompanied by warm spring breeze, blows obliquely, covering everything that has quietly recovered with a hazy veil. Spring rain is as light as a feather, as thin as a needle tip, transparent and delicate. They float leisurely in the air, wetting the dawn, the grass, the willows and the flowers. ...

The grass sucks the dew-like spring rain, and it is as green as a flawless green carpet, jumping lightly and landing on the ground. The willows by the river are dancing in the rain, and every branch is bright green. Flowers can't hold back their expanding passion, and they bloom one after another under the encouragement of the spring rain. Here, the pink buds are bright and flawless, and the jade-colored stamens are clear and full of dew, dressed in spring in the rain. Hard-working farmers cry buffalo in the rain and sow hope. The plan for the year lies in spring. Two lively and lovely little swallows fly around in the rain, breaking the rain curtain woven by misty rain, which is a landscape painting of "Swift Qi Fei".

Moistening the silent spring rain, kissing the river gently, the river will ripple shyly into a circle, whispering the gentleness of the rain. My heart is still in the rain, embracing the poetic rain with open arms. A drop of water fell on my hair and eyelashes, and two drops ... broke. The silent spring rain is really beautiful. The fresh spring rain is really beautiful in the world!

"It's raining, whose baby doesn't want ..." Three or five children who came home from school were singing and dancing, and the ancient songs and ballads were dispersed loudly in the air under the washing of the spring rain. The melodious spring rain plays a brisk melody in the children's dimples, which is the sound of a day without notes. The children's smiles are exceptionally bright.

Look at this relaxed and happy scene and listen to this wonderful melody. I think: Spring rain gives people vitality and hope. ...

My spring rain gives people vitality and hope, and the children's smiles are particularly bright. Everyone's smile is extraordinarily bright.

How beautiful!

Ah! Two lively and lovely swallows flew around in the rain and cut open the rain curtain made of misty rain. What a wonderful picture!

"Swift Qi Fei" landscape painting.

I love you, Chunyu.

Write a landscape composition 5 the next day. "At this time, it was evening when the sun was setting. I'm standing on Mingsha Mountain, which is full of yellow sand, and I'm going to climb to the top to enjoy the sunset of the famous "Mingsha Mountain Yue Quan".

In front of me is a long line of people with no end in sight, and all the pedals are waiting anxiously. The wooden board was put up by the staff of tourist attractions. It was solid and stable, and it was easy and labor-saving to climb. It was filled up early. However, the passenger flow on the boardwalk is too large, coupled with fidgeting children and elderly people with inconvenient legs and feet, the progress of the team is very slow. "Oh, how so slow, hurry up to keep up with the people in front! The sun is going down! " There were impatient complaints from behind. Looking back, it was a middle-aged uncle, carrying professional photographic equipment and frowning. I'm worried too. It is already six o'clock in the afternoon. It is predicted that the sun will set at 6: 30. I watched my watch tick and thought, "no, it's too late!" What should I do? " My eyes swept to the loose sand around me. Soft sand fluctuates, a gust of wind blows, and yellow sand is all over the sky. Nobody wants to challenge it. Climbing from the sand to the top of the mountain must be unimpeded. So although I know there are many difficulties ahead, I still bite my teeth and climb up!

So I put the camera bag on my shoulder, one hand on my waist and the other hand to control the balance. But as soon as my feet stepped into the soft sand, I couldn't help myself and kept sinking, and the yellow sand didn't cross my feet. I had to try my best to get my feet out of the sand and move on. Gradually, I mastered the method, and the soles of my feet were like stepping on hot wheels, prancing up and flying faster and faster. I turned around and looked at the distant scenery. The sun is still high in the sky, and a few clouds drift by slowly. Everything is so simple. But I still motivate myself to turn around, think about the sunset I have been worried about for a long time, and work hard. However, after a fight with Huangsha, physical strength gradually declined, panting and muscle fatigue. It seems that every time I lift my legs, I lift the soles that have been glued up and try to open my legs. My muscle tissue cells often shout tired. As soon as I sat down, I couldn't get up again. Surprisingly, the scenery is getting better and better! Sunset, like a shy girl, shook off her fragments on the slightly inclined hillside. She covered her ordinary face and smiled at me in the sun! Looking at the journey I have climbed, I feel a little proud and happy. So I suddenly stood up and stepped forward.

I used up my last strength, used my hands and feet, dragged my tired body and rushed to the top of the mountain. Here we are! At this time, I can proudly turn around and enjoy the sunset! The blue curtain is dotted with white clouds, and the distant mountains are like the distant mountains in ink painting, one after another, spreading away, the ink slowly fades away, and the sunset covers it with a layer of Phnom Penh. A bird flew by, and the song was crisp, which added a bit of agility and liveliness to the picture. In the hazy orange-red light, I vaguely saw that my uncle, who was just complaining at the beginning, was still waiting halfway up the mountain. He looked around anxiously, but he didn't know how to act, and he missed the better and better scenery in vain. Behind the good scenery is that when people are confined to complaining, you put it into action in obscurity and make unremitting efforts for a better scenery.

Not only in the pursuit of the beautiful sunset, the yearning for a better world, but also in life? I use practical actions to prove that we must first have the goal and ideal of "looking up at the starry sky" and then devote ourselves to the "down-to-earth" struggle and enthusiasm, in order to realize our wishes and achieve a higher breakthrough!

If better scenery is the surface of success, then a firmer pace is the essence of success. "

/kloc-Jinan in early October, the weather was dry and sunny, and the summer heat was still there. It's so hot at noon that people just want to stay under the green trees and by the spring.

These days, the temperature in the city is very high. The leaves of many trees have changed from green to yellow, tumbling like freshly fried potato chips. To the naked eye, the whole tree seems to be slowly disappearing. There are no flowers, and clusters of green fruits are hidden in green leaves. Walking on the sidewalk, many long-tailed finches pecked at the branches. People fly from one tree to another when they pass by. Black and white feathers flicker among the green leaves, a few twigs sway gently, and the bird's shadow disappears. About the sparrow is absorbed in eating, suddenly, two sparrows are playing, singing a few times and flying to a higher branch. Let me see the slender and light posture of the bird. Jinan is full of birds. Even though the scenic spot is bustling, there are still groups of sparrows who are not afraid of tourists and forage on the ground at will.

Every family springs, and every family hangs on the tree. With the nourishment of spring water, the willows in Jinan are the most beautiful. Even in late autumn, they are still green There are tall willows beside the avenue, gently dancing green silk tapestries, as elegant as the hostess, and green butterflies flying all over the tree. There are many kinds of trees along the road. The leaves of peach trees are wider than willow trees and as round as a baby's little palm. There are several yellow, yellow, green persimmons on the persimmon tree. The pomegranate tree looks like a very fragile little wife. The gold and silver tree proudly held out a crimson pearl agate, which attracted people to stop and admire. The trees on this road are like peach stones, apricot stones and persimmon stones sown by passers-by, and the seeds picked up by birds at random will grow.

Visit Quancheng Park. There are many patches in the garden, such as Pomegranate Garden, Magnolia Park, Rose Garden, Peony Garden and Wanzhu Park. Walking through the gardens, there are few flowers. Lotus has withered, leaving only residual lotus and black lotus. In the rose garden, the thick vines on the children's arms covered the walls. There are several Chinese rose flowers in bloom, with low eyebrows and slight sleep. I want to know peony foolishly. What does Kao look like? I went round and round in the garden, but I couldn't find the peony garden. So disappointed.

There was no fog in the city on the day of leaving the city. When I left the city, the fog was thick and dripping, and the wheels were rolling. You can't see the cars around you, and the tall buildings are gone. It's like walking in a fog pool, you can't feel the car moving forward, and you don't know where the car is going. The fog danced back and forth like a little devil. When the driver opened the window and put his hand on the window casually, the fog floated over, wrapped his hand and dispersed.

I got lost in the fog for a while, and when I arrived at the airport, the fog retreated by tens of meters, and the nearby tall buildings gradually emerged from the fog. After an hour or so, the sun was particularly bright. Looking out from the terminal, there was not a cloud. I really saw the magical climate in Jinan.

The word rain is not strange to us, but I really realized it that day.

Wow, I saw the rain. It was beautiful. Just like a beautiful pearl necklace, in fact, life is the same, just like pearls scattered on the ground, waiting for us to connect them with our ideals. Raindrops are like polished agate, and raindrops are like emeralds polished by sand. It is raining. How precious and beautiful you are.

We are really fog beads in the atmosphere now, and we will shine soon after hard training.

Listen. It is raining. Sasha vujacic, maybe it's really whispering to the dark clouds.

Shh. Rain, Ding, maybe it's really playing with stones.

Hmm. It is raining. Wow, maybe it is really learning martial arts from the earth.

Actually, we are very happy. Many people want to take a bath in the rain, vent, chat and relax, but in the end they are defeated by the world. Actually, I am richer than a billionaire. I am very happy in spirit. And they are just material' happiness'. They were busy with their careers one day, and how many hours did they sleep one day? Have you ever relaxed yourself? And what they call relaxation. Ha ha. It's just alcohol anesthesia, depression of singing and dancing, and short-term' amnesia', so we are very happy and happy. Material enjoyment is meaningless. Technically, it's not enjoyment at all, it's just envy of mandarin ducks, not immortals.

It is raining. It's pistachio. Let you relax, make you happy and forget your troubles.

It is raining. It's beautiful because people relax after hard polishing and rain, but we should not rely too much on this' feeling' of rain, but also work hard for a better future and grow into more beautiful raindrops. Experience.

Autumn wind, cool, blowing flowers and trees, like a gentle mother singing a lullaby, send her son to sleep. It's raining in autumn, and it's banging underground, like a skilled girl knitting a large piece of silk and satin. Drifting rain Like a pine needle, more like a girl, gently stroking you, making you feel cool. Autumn means maturity. The continuous drizzle, the fresh smell of earth and rice in the wind, and the fragrance of ripe fruit floating in the slightly dry air make people feel refreshed.