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Writing in Lu Hua village in summer.

Writing in Lu Hua village in summer.

1. Write a rural composition in summer

Tick tock, tick tock. It is raining cats and dogs outside the window. Oh, I see it. It is the footsteps of summer.

She walked softly into the mountain. The mountains suddenly seem to be covered with a layer of pure white silver gauze. Mountain, blurred; Books and trees are blurred. This catkin-like rain fairy floated down and instantly swallowed up Wan Li Castle Peak. Ah, spring-unrestrained.

Slowly, she stepped into the field. Her beautiful figure is flying everywhere in the field. She played happily with Uncle Tian, splashing high, just as she laughed like a clear spring. It began to rain heavily. Isn't it her silvery laughter? Oh, summer.-Frankly.

Slowly, she walked into the campus. Innocent children happily threw themselves into the arms of summer and greeted her with lark-like laughter. On campus, handfuls of small umbrellas printed with Mickey Mouse have been propped up one after another; A pair of petite feet flapping the spray, how comfortable it is! Some creative children hold umbrellas high and spin quickly. The rain that hit the cement splashed out one after another, splashing a pool of lovely laughter. Ha, summer.-interesting.

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I don't know how long it will take before the rain stops. Grandpa Sun can't wait to stick his head out. The little girl on the edge of the field pulled her mother's skirt and pointed at the sun in the sky with her little white hand: "Mom, mom, look!" " Grandpa Sun has changed and become more kind! Mother stopped her work and gently stroked the little girl's head: "Look, this is the summer sun. Summer is coming! "

Yes, summer has come and a new and vibrant season has begun. Although summer is not as gentle as spring, autumn is so cool and winter is so white, her sweet sunshine and warm wind are unparalleled.

Friends, have you seen the footsteps of summer?

2. Little hero Yulai described the scenery of Lu Hua Village twice. Why does it feel different to read? First, let's look at how to describe the scenery of Lu Hua village twice: there is a returning river in the northern part of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei border region, where many reeds grow.

There is a small village by the river. When the reed blooms, from a distance, the yellow-green reed seems to be covered with a thick layer of white snow.

When the wind blows, the goose feather-like reeds fly and cover these dozens of small houses in the soft reeds. Therefore, this village is called Lu Hua Village.

Twelve-year-old Yudao comes from this village. The sun sank to rest behind the hill.

The clouds in the blue sky are like pieces of red silk, reflected on the returning river, like cockscomb flowers. Reed flowers in the reed pond were blown by the wind and fluttered on it.

For the first time, I described the environment where the rain came to grow, highlighting the fluttering reeds like goose feathers and building dozens of small houses. Give a person a kind of quiet dream feeling.

This description is the beginning of the article, which not only paves the way for the little hero to jump into the river to escape after the rain, but also highlights the beautiful environment for the little hero to grow up. Readers are naturally intoxicated by the beautiful environment.

The second description is the post-description that the villagers think the rain has been sacrificed. "HongLing" and "cockscomb" remind people of heroic blood and fluttering reeds, giving people a feeling of suppressing pain. This description is after everyone thinks that the little hero died. Expressed people's deep affection for the little hero's sacrifice.

3. Composition: The annual rural May Day Labor Day is coming again in summer. My mother and I took advantage of this wonderful time and came to my grandmother's house in the country.

We got off the bus and walked to the village. The cool spring breeze blows head-on, as if welcoming the Golden Week with us. On both sides of the road are green fruit forests planted by farmers, and lush branches and leaves block the golden sunshine. There are many longan trees hanging on the trees. My mother told me that longan is not mature yet. In summer, a string of sweet and delicious longan in Huang Chengcheng can be picked and become the fruit on the dining table.

When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I forced my mother to set off firecrackers. My mother had no choice but to agree. So, I walked around looking for a firecracker shop and finally got what I wanted. I stood on the roof and threw firecrackers into the river. Unexpectedly, I scared the ducks bathing in the water. It was surprised to "ga! Ga! Hey! " I screamed loudly and ran home in a panic. I can't help laughing. In fact, ducks are cute, too. You see, a fat body in vain, a yellow mouth and bright eyes, can you walk around without being cute?

Suddenly, the sky was overcast, with lightning and thunder, and in a flash, it began to rain cats and dogs. I hurried back to the house to hide from the rain. After a while, the rain stopped, and suddenly the sky was high and the clouds were light. Look up and you will see the rice fields soaked by rain shining. Walking into the tree-lined fields, you will feel relaxed and happy. Looking at the heavy and full ears of wheat, I thought: It was the working people who exchanged these ears of wheat with their own efforts. How great the working people are!

After lunch, we came to his uncle's guava forest. In front of us, it seems to be an endless fruit forest, with three uncles and others, which is simply a green ocean. His uncle is holding pliers and carrying a bamboo basket. I followed him from side to side, only to see him carefully cut off one green fruit after another. I was so happy, I thought, I can eat enough now. After picking the fruit, I was sweating and panting. When I saw my uncle, he was sweating like a pig. How difficult it is! I ate sweet and crisp fruits and thought: These fruits were bought by working people with little sweat.

What beautiful fruit trees and wide fields make me linger. After returning to China, this continuous picture often echoes in my mind.

4. What does it matter to describe the little hero in Lu Hua Village in the rain? The little hero describes the relationship between Lu Hua Village in the rain;

Tip: There are two * * * sentences describing the scenery in Little Hero Rain, one in the first part of the text and the other in the fifth part of the text.

The first part:

There is a regression river in the northern part of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei border region, with many reeds. There is a small village by the river. When the reed blooms, from a distance, the yellow-green reed seems to be covered with a thick layer of white snow. When the wind blows, goose feather-like reeds fly leisurely, covering these dozens of small houses in soft reeds. Therefore, this village is called Lu Hua Village. 12-year-old Yulai belongs to this village.

Function:

This scene is described at the beginning of the article. Before introducing the hero, introduce the environment in which he grew up. The Home Returning River, yellow-green reeds, snow-white reeds, and a small village covered with soft reeds, what a beautiful picture! Beautiful environment has nurtured beautiful people, paving the way for the concrete expression of the following thoughts and behaviors: "We are from China, and we love our motherland". In other words, there is a foundation for loving the motherland in the rain.

The fifth part:

The sun sank to rest behind the hill. The clouds in the blue sky are like pieces of red silk, reflected on the returning river, like cockscomb flowers. Reed flowers in the reed pond were blown by the wind and fluttered on it.

Function:

When everyone thought that the rain had been sacrificed, the article appeared such a landscape description: the red sun is setting in the west, the clouds are like flowers, the river returning to the hometown is still flowing quietly, and the reeds are still floating leisurely. Everyone in the village is crying for the rain. They will think that the rain is to defend this beautiful home and fight bravely with the Japanese. Aspiring is not old. The article uses beautiful environmental descriptions to set off the beautiful qualities of the characters.

To sum up, the scenery description in the article is by no means an isolated and simple scenery description, which serves to express the central idea and the author's feelings and has a certain purpose.

5. The sentence 1. In August and September, reeds began to bloom. From a distance, hairy reeds are white, but they have various colors, including milky white, red and light cyan. A breeze is blowing, and the reed flowers are like fine cotton wool, swaying in the sun and looking like white waves. The small village floats on this white wave.

There is a small river in my hometown, which is full of reeds. When autumn comes, the reed flowers are blooming, and the whole village is hidden in the white sea of flowers, which is very beautiful.

3. Late autumn is the season when reed flowers are in full bloom. At present, the endless white, light and soft reed flowers are floating in the wind from Chi Pan. The wind is blowing, the reeds are shaking, and the reeds are flying like snowflakes, which makes me moved, but it makes me unpredictable.

4. When the sun sets, the glow of the pond is shining. And I will always sit quietly by, looking at the endless, snow-white reed flowers. Forget time, forget place, forget yourself. When the breeze gently blows over the water, the reeds just dance with the wind. Occasionally, a few dragonflies stopped on the tidbits, and I watched quietly. Look, look, I seem to be in it. I myself turned into a dragonfly, flew to this boundless reed pond, stopped on the tidbits, and let the reed touch me gently.

The boat passed quietly, and the ripples surrounded a large yellow reed and clusters of reed flowers. This flower, snow-white, high above, seems to be dyed. They are as light as fluff, slightly draped on reeds, and indulge in this beautiful scenery unscrupulously. There is always a feeling that even the slightest wind will easily take them away.

I like all kinds of bright flowers in spring, but I prefer the reed flowers in my hometown, because they remind me of my wonderful childhood and lovely hometown. Whenever I think of and see reed flowers, I always feel a heartache.

7. Reed drifted into people's homes through windows and landed on tables, chairs and stoves. The reeds that fell in the corner gathered into a fluffy ball, and a gust of wind blew, opening and closing, reminiscent of a sentence by Su Shi describing Huayang in the Song Dynasty, "I am sleepy and charming, but I want to open and close again."

6. On a summer night, write a summer composition of 300 words.

At night, it's quiet and lifeless here. Is everything asleep? Yes, summer is a hot season after all, and the air is full of dull smell.

Summer night, how to describe it?

Is it comfortable?

However, the scene that catches your eye is faint and unremarkable. The moon, as always, is used to its reserve ... it seems that every time this season, it is always sleepy and ready to fall asleep. It seems that it can't stand the scorching heat left by the sun in the morning, and puts a thin ice veil on itself. The projected light is light and cold. What about the stars, 23 1 double .. In the depths of the world, their distance is so far away. Is this a pleasant feeling?

Quiet?

Mountain wind is the air conditioner of nature. It is gentle and sweet, and light and cool. The cicadas on the old elm tree sing softly, and the love in the green grass is red in the green. The most important thing is a jujube tree by the window. The summer night under the stars is blue. The little jujube on the tree sparkled with green childish eyes in the moonlight. What I can never get enough of is the legend in my mother's mouth, about July, about the Milky Way. The brightest star in the night sky, the lightest cloud in the sky, the deep and shallow blue beside the moon, like the fluttering skirt of Chang 'e, are affecting the clouds, elegant and psychedelic, and childhood eyes are like naughty dates, flashing and falling asleep. Just because of the dream in the sky, just because of the beauty, just because I can't get it, I can't stop. The call of Normandy is always ahead, and the sound in my ear is like cicadas singing one after another on a summer night: the other side! The other shore!

The pace of time has gone station after station, how far is the other shore? Is it that luxurious office building or that elegant villa? How many people are still walking on the road, how many people are taking a nap by the roadside, they are very tired, full of vicissitudes and tiredness, but no one wants to stop and enjoy the natural life quietly again. Life is too tired and hurried, thanking the clouds and the moon and accompanying me day and night. The blue starry sky on a continuous summer night will still watch the stars quietly at this time. I have seen the stars since I was a child, or they are still so bright in the night sky, or I am so dreamy all day. The stars still accompany me tirelessly to shine in spring, summer, autumn and winter. From the life in youth to the youth in life, Qian Shan always falls in love in the story of light through mountains and water.

Every time I miss you, I will stare at the starry sky and the gentle moon. They shine on my city and my hometown. I often think that a gust of wind is my mother's sigh, a ray of moonlight is my lover's smile, and those stars are people's endless worries, interweaving my thoughts into a affectionate net.

Tell the parting person that when you think of it, please open your window and quietly look at the shining star. I believe you are not the only one leaning on the windowsill at this time, because I once said that when I miss you, I will look up at the starry sky at night and decide that the brightest star is you. So, dear friend, close lover, when you are tired, please sit down with me, listen to the moon and look at the stars. Don't just walk in a hurry, don't live up to the warm summer night, don't live up to the warm sun, moon and stars.

Maybe when we are young, we want to be more mature and deeper, but in the vicissitudes of life, we are eager for romance and innocence. We went back to our hometown wheat field to observe the scene of bees and crickets walking in the grass, help lost ants find their homes in insect paradise, and how to make a small umbrella with lotus leaves. ...

Charming summer night, quiet starry sky, full of fantastic beauty because of various customs, and those faint associations: every morning is an invitation of life, and the power of the sun knocks on the glory of the day. The four seasons are painted by painters who are full of years, and the above is the March of seasonal footsteps, melodious in spring, lively in summer, lyrical in autumn and simple in winter. Friends, don't forget to pick it up when you walk.

7. The composition describing the rural summer scenery is much better than the composition describing the urban scenery. I like the scenery in the country very much.

It is surrounded by green trees, lush vegetation, green hills and beautiful scenery. Dense trees are reflected in the water, looking from a distance, like a jasper embedded in the valley. Standing on the top of the mountain, from a distance, there are sporadic villages in the east, which are irregularly scattered on the ground.

Looking at the courtyard, the courtyard mapped by Chaoyang is particularly bright and tidy. Every household's big white goose, fat duck and chicken are fighting for food.

Children go to school with schoolbags on their backs. The adults rushed to the field with sickles. In the farmland, the wheat waves are rolling, and the seedlings are strong and endless.

The fields in summer, the sun is like fire, there is no wind, it is really hot! The green wheat seedlings drooped their heads listlessly. Frogs croak desperately, and loaches are too hot to string together in the ditch.

On the grass beside the field, the grass stretches, and the small wildflowers on the roadside become more shy. When the breeze blows, it will give off an attractive fragrance when it shakes itself. Summer in the country is really nice. When I have time, I will definitely visit it again.