Jiyuan Xiaogoubei Composition 1000 words.

Xiaogou Background Area of China Cultural Eco-tourism Zone is located in Yuan Shao Town at the junction of Shanxi and Henan in the northwest of Jiyuan City, Henan Province, 55 kilometers away from Jiyuan City. It is adjacent to Wuwang National Scenic Area in the east, Yuanqu County in Shanxi Province in the west, the Three Gorges of the Yellow River in Xiaolangdi and the ancient capital Luoyang in the south, and Yangcheng County in Shanxi Province in the north. This is the essence of the Prince of Wu-Daimei Mountain World Geopark. In September, 2006, it was named "China Nuwa Myth Town" by the state. In August 2008, Shao's primitive myth group was listed in the national intangible cultural heritage list.

There are primitive ecological environment, fresh air, mountains, forests and streams ... What makes people linger is the Yinhe Gorge, Aobei Peak, Wawa Cliff and virgin forest, which together constitute the wonderful scenery of Xiaogoubei.

Small gully background area with strange rocks and clear water

On the back of the gully, the stone is amazing, the water is amazing, the strange stone and clear water are set off, and they are intertwined with waterfalls and clean streams, like beating music and flowing pictures.

In addition, there are many recreational facilities in the scenic spot, such as dry slides and water rafting, so you can experience them when you have time.

Jiyuan Xiaogoubei My hometown is Jiyuan, the hometown of Gong Yu, where there are beautiful scenery and rich tourism resources, Xiaolangdi, charming Xiaogoubei and Wuwangshan National Geopark.

I can't help thinking of my hometown.

My family lives in Baxian Street, Xiguan Village. The entrance of the family courtyard is muddy in rainy days and dusty in sunny days. Opposite the gate is a row of dilapidated earthen houses. People who live there drink or pump water by drilling wells.

There is also a small train lane facing the street. Every day, cars carrying coal pass by the door, emitting thick black smoke.

Now my hometown is not what it used to be, and earth-shaking changes have taken place.

In the past, the bumpy path at the entrance turned into a wide and straight cement road, and beautiful houses sprang up on both sides of the road, replacing the short adobe houses. Faucets are installed in every household, and the houses are covered with tiles that reflect people.

The small train lane also disappeared.

In recent years, my hometown has also built a beautiful basketball city, a thriving Dennis and a bustling pedestrian street.

My favorite is the beautiful Century Square, which is surrounded by many green trees and many beautiful lights, just like a coat on the beautiful square.

At night, there are many people walking and relaxing in the century square with flashing lights.

Seeing this, I couldn't help asking my mother curiously, "Why has our hometown changed so much these years?" Mother said: "Because our hometown has the spirit of being foolish, and the new generation also has the spirit of perseverance and enterprising, so we have today's hometown."

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Life in my hometown has changed in a blink of an eye. After several years, my hometown has really changed.

Look! Hometown is like a beautiful and tidy garden. The streets are clean, the roadside is shaded by trees, flowers are in full bloom, and there is no dust on the stairs.

Seeing how beautiful my hometown is, I think of the scene a few years ago. Although the road in my hometown was wide and flat three years ago, all the small trees on the roadside died and there were few flowers. Rubbish can be seen in the mound beside the road. When the wind blows, dusty and colorful plastic bags flutter with the wind, polluting the environment.

That's because people don't pay attention to environmental protection at all. I often go to the park to play. There is a small pond with several goldfish in it. When it was first built, the water in the pond was crystal clear, but people always threw plastic bags and garbage into the pond. After a long time, the water in the pond became very turbid. Everyone had to cover their noses. The fish died.

Now people realize the importance of protecting the environment. Rows of neat small trees in the park swelled up and planted colorful flowers.

People don't litter any more, but also sort the rubbish, and there are vibrant scenes everywhere.

We will continue to protect the environment and make our hometown more beautiful.

Write a composition by imitating the back &; She knows my stomach is bad, and she lets me eat at school. I looked up and noticed that my mother's hands were red and purple with cold, and she didn't even wear gloves. Anger feels really bad. I didn't eat at noon, and my stomach began to growl. In my anger, that figure seemed to mean a lot, and I couldn't pick you up in time. In fact, I have tried my best, but how can this result be?

It's already the first class in the afternoon, and it's raining harder and harder outside. I once again threw myself into my mother's arms. But one thing made me understand Zhu Ziqing's endless words and shed tears of shame.

I didn't let my mother see it and wanted to hide it. My mother said with a smile! You should go! "My deskmate at me, but also to help take care of things in the factory. I usually eat Chinese food at school, so I'm really cold and hungry. I'm beginning to think that noon is a little late. All my grievances at noon were forgotten. I rushed out of the classroom regardless of the views and eyes of my teachers and classmates. But recently, I looked haggard and anxious with a lunch box in one hand, so I bought your favorite beef.

Sit down and eat.

"Listen to my mother, my throat choked, I dare not tell her.

I secretly cried in my mother's arms. Grandpa is ill and has an intravenous drip in the hospital. My mother asked me to eat at school first. It was still hot when I heard this. Your father is going to the factory to deliver goods today, and your grandfather is still in the hospital. I have to go. She took out a box from her bag and said, it's cold outside. Actually, it's not mom's fault. She is thinking, "Hey, your mother is waiting for you outside; Well, a familiar figure appeared in my sight, standing in the wind for a long time, and my heart was like knocking over a five-flavored bottle. The trace of time has climbed on her forehead, and I can't eat any more.

Mother gets up in the dark every morning and is busy outside. Actually, I haven't eaten at noon. I was astringent and threw myself into my mother's arms. I asked softly, everything smells, but more is self-blame and self-blame! The food doesn't taste good when it is cold! I'm leaving! "I didn't look up and didn't eat lunch. When I looked up again, my mother had walked out of the school gate, leaving me with only a back. It's raining and it's very cold. &; It was cold and rainy that day, so I stood shivering at the school gate, waiting for my mother to pick me up; Qian Qian, it's my mother's fault at noon. Give out test papers in the morning, and my mother picks me up for dinner at noon every day.

This undoubtedly increased my mother's burden. It was a winter with a downpour. It's really my mother. Everyone who has lunch at school is full. The longer I wait, the more anxious I get. The more disappointed I am, the more tears can't help falling. I can't help myself, but more is my mother's love for me. It seems colder than in the morning. I have stomach trouble, and I can't tell you how I feel. That's my mother's back ... eat quickly. At this time, the teacher came to tell me, if I really can't leave, is it true? God, why are you here when you are busy with housework? ""I'm afraid you won't have enough to eat at noon. I saw Zhu Ziqing's back, perhaps because he was still young, and I couldn't really understand what his father's back left for Zhu Ziqing. I was so angry that my face was red by the wind, but I just felt a little sour. My usual good grades are in great contrast to this one. In the morning, the teacher talked to me. The sky is gray, and so is my heart. Now, I just hope I can do it. It's almost 12 o'clock, and other students have been taken home by their parents.

I saw her whole trouser leg wet, holding an umbrella in one hand, making you hungry, but her mother couldn't leave: "Mom, I just said &; Citation (abbreviation of quotation)

Composition describing rural scenery 1. It's getting late in the country, and the sun is about to set on the other side of the mountain, leaving only half a smiling face blushing, reflecting the sunset glow on a rainy day. The red light of the sunset glow moves slowly along the trunk, moving higher and higher from the trunk to the treetops.

After dinner, people who have worked hard all day, after cleaning up their housework, take a small bench to the basement dam to enjoy the cool. Under the green female bamboo, they looked at the green rice seedlings in the opposite field and breathed the fresh air, so they forgot the fatigue of the day, and were happy and relaxed, talking and laughing.

As night falls, Xia Hong has faded.

The dark blue sky is particularly empty, and the twilight is pervasive. The fields exude warm moisture. The distant cellar and the rice seedlings in the nearby fields are blurred and out of sight in this smoky moisture. Gradually, the trees in the pond can't be seen clearly on the water, and the whole village is shrouded in endless veil.

It was getting darker and darker, and a crescent moon appeared in the dark sky.

The moon like a silver plate hangs high in the sky, transparent as a veil, the starry sky is particularly high, and the village is immersed in dreamy peace.

The moonlight quietly soaked the whole dam. The grass outside the bamboo forest is wet and seems greener than during the day. Dewdrops on the leaves sparkle under the care of moonlight, like a pair of big eyes shining with water.

A breeze blew, which made me feel chilly. The cool breeze kissed my little face lightly.

The moon seems to follow me. I stepped into the eaves and saw that the walls were all yellow. When I look back, those elegant bamboos occasionally hang their heads.

Sitting by the window, looking up at the sky, a few stars appeared, blinking, overlooking the countryside at night, occasionally hearing frogs and insects, echoing the rumble of pumping water in the distant motor room, further rendering the tranquility of the countryside at night. After a busy day, the village finally fell asleep.

2. The rural scenery, the cool breeze, the dense woods, the busy people in the fields, the returning birds ... This is the pastoral scenery in my eyes.

There is a large field near the house.

The wheat in the field has changed into a dazzling light yellow new dress.

Each straw holds a full ear of wheat, and the evenly brushed ear of wheat is like a line on the score, and a ear of wheat is a beating note.

Watermelon is also planted in the ground.

Watermelons with round heads and brains are hidden in dense green leaves, just like playing hide-and-seek one by one.

There are rape blossoms, broad beans and radishes ... If there is a river behind their home, there will always be lotus flowers in the clear river.

The posture of lotus flowers one after another.

The powder is white.

Some bow their heads shyly, some are full of flowers, just like a lovely pink bag; Some bloomed and showed themselves to me very enthusiastically.

Standing by the river watching lotus flowers, people often smell faint fragrance, which makes people reluctant to leave.

If you walk in front of and behind their house, you will always see hens quacking with chickens in front of and behind their house; Or how proud I am to see a rooster striding around on the ground! There are many children playing on the yellow grass.

Tired of running and playing, I squatted in the wild and dug some wild vegetables, so that my mother could go home and cook a delicious game side dish and put it on the table.

..... The children played heartily in this beautiful rural environment, and their laughter echoed in the fields.

The scenery in the countryside is very beautiful and charming at any time.

Xichang is a place with good mountains, good waters and good people.

The fertile land, warm climate and abundant rainfall here are very suitable for the growth of various crops, especially rice.

The vast, beautiful and rich Xichang bazi is also known as the "second granary in Sichuan".

Coupled with the four-class famous Qionghai and Lushan scenic spots, Xichang has become a famous tourist attraction! Here I just want to introduce the rural areas of Xichang to you! We children who live in cities always feel that there are tall buildings, wide and clean streets, beautiful and wide squares, supermarkets and shopping malls rich in goods ... some look down on the vast countryside and countryside! What impressed me most was that every year when the school organized a spring outing, especially during the winter and summer vacations, my parents would take me to Lushan and travel around Qionghai.

Or visit relatives and friends in the countryside.

Ah! When I arrived in the suburbs, I always felt that everything was exceptionally fresh, the water was exceptionally clear, the sky was exceptionally blue, the trees were exceptionally green, and the air was exceptionally fresh.

It makes people feel particularly refreshed and not tired at all.

My friend, when we walked into the countryside of Xichang, everything revived in spring, and it was pink and green.

Winter jasmine is in full bloom, and Yin Yan flies from the south ... It's a scene of spring.

In summer, everything is thriving, flowers are in full bloom, and the seedlings in the rice fields are green, just like laying a green carpet on the ground.

The orchard is full of lush foliage, fruits and vitality ... In autumn, the rice in the rice ball is golden yellow, as if laying a golden carpet on the rice field, which looks particularly dazzling from a distance.

Pomegranates in the orchard show round smiles.

Persimmon trees are covered with many small red lanterns, which seem to convey the good news of harvest to people, and farmers' uncles are all smiling.

Ah! Friends, cities, villages and villages are very different. After studying, let's step out of the city and go to the countryside to enjoy the beautiful scenery of nature, pay off the fresh air and broaden our horizons! The scenery in the countryside is a beautiful picture. Their customs are quite different from ours. Their customs have their own characteristics. Let me tell you something about the countryside I saw! When I was eight years old, my grandparents and I went to an ancient village. It is not only a village, but also a tourist attraction. Many people either saw the scenery there, painted there, painted there, or recorded the beautiful scenery here! Houses in rural areas are very remote, similar to those in ancient rural areas. Every household has a small ditch that flows at any time. He is the artery of these houses.

The willows there are also very charming. Look at that long weeping willow. It really looks like Miss Liu's braid, so tender and soft. ...

How to take a bus to Xiaogoubei, Jiyuan? Is the clip okay? You can organize the beginning and the end yourself.

Beginning: Cicada has disappeared from the forest, the green trees have changed into golden pajamas, and the cool west wind is blowing harder and harder.

All this tells us; Autumn is coming, and our favorite autumn outing is coming soon.

In this charming season, leaves are falling from the branches, flocks of geese fly south in a row, and thousands of autumn chrysanthemums bloom more brilliantly.

Under the sunshine, the sky is extremely bright.

The wind rustled the crown of the big tree.

The leaves are separated from the branches and floated down with the wind, drawing a beautiful arc with its last strength in life.

The scenery in the park has taken on a new look.

The sky is blue, like a huge jade.

There are white clouds floating in the air, like horses galloping on the vast grassland and sheep grazing on the grass ... In the distance, scattered mountains are continuous, like the undulating sea, and the trees on the mountains are green and yellow.

Along the way, many flowers, grass, trees and wood are scrambling to "pose".

Some twisted their graceful bodies; Some of them stand upright, others stand aside and act as soldiers to protect our safety. It's like they're holding a beauty contest. With us as judges, they all want to be favored by the judges.

I like autumn rain, like the bleak breeze and light rain.

In autumn, the golden wind is refreshing, and peanuts are full of fruits.

In the field, the golden sunset shines, and it is a scene of crisp autumn.

Autumn rain hits people's faces, and clouds full of rain move slowly at low altitude.

Rain, like an endless scroll of oil painting.

The wind chased the rain, and the rain chased the wind. On that day, the clouds joined hands to chase the dark clouds, and the whole earth fell into the rain.

Look, autumn is coming! The falling maple leaves are like little butterflies, dancing Latin dance in the air, which is very spectacular.

The fiery red color adds a beautiful scenery to autumn; In the orchard, the fruit is ripe, and the farmer's uncle's face is filled with the joy of harvest; In the rice fields, golden leaves and full fruits fluttered with the wind, forming golden ripples! In autumn, the leaves turn yellow, and they fall one by one, throwing themselves into the arms of Mother Earth with a little reluctance.

They are jumping, spinning, dancing and falling lightly.

The leaves fell to the ground, as if to lay a thick carpet on Mother Earth.

Seeing such fallen leaves, the children are happily collecting specimens, and cheers and exclamations are constantly echoing in the mountains.

I like autumn rain.

It dyed the clothes of buttonwood yellow, adding a mysterious costume to autumn.

After a while, it began to rain in Mao Mao, as thin as a needle.

The drizzle falls on the chrysanthemum to clean the dust for it; Autumn fields, mature rice say hello to it, full, heavy and fragrant; In the orchard in autumn, ripe persimmons say hello to it, red.

Autumn rain, a bit like spring rain, silky, but not as soft as spring rain; It's a bit like a summer rainstorm. It comes and goes, but not as strong as the rainstorm.

However, autumn rain has also brought people a gift-a bumper harvest.

You see, this is a golden field, and the rice waves are rolling like a golden ocean.

There are heavy ears of rice hanging on the rice straw, bending over, as if to pay tribute to Mother Earth.

Lantern-like persimmons in the orchard are full of skills and red in the rain; Citrus is bathed in cool rain, yellow is more acceptable and green is greener.

After the summer rain, the autumn wind blows.

I am facing the autumn wind, and my heart is cool.

Suddenly, autumn rain fell from the sky, bringing surprises to people.

Autumn rain falls in the orchard, and persimmons, apples and oranges in the orchard are all ripe.

Autumn rain fell on the farmland, and the rice turned golden yellow. At this time, I picked up the cup to make tea.

After the autumn rain, the worker's uncle picked lanterns-like persimmons in the orchard, and the farmer's uncle collected rice in the orchard.

The continuous autumn rain combs the green hills and moistens the earth. The puddles on the ground, large and small, are full of water and slowly flow to small ditches and large canals, gathering this year's affection and hope for the next year.

This autumn rain is like a cup of sweet wine, dedicated to the earth that breeds all things, dedicated to people full of harvest joy ... Autumn rain is like a shining pearl all over the sky, fluttering and swaying, and it falls wet on the ground, in houses and on trees in open spaces ... The rain and dew moisten the fruits in orchards, and persimmons in Huang Chengcheng are like lanterns hanging high and red apples. At this time, the cool breeze blew, and the fruit "nodded", as if thanking the autumn rain for its moisture! Autumn is a harvest season.

The fruit of autumn is beautiful. Farmers' uncles picked fruits from trees and enjoyed a bumper harvest in rice fields.

Just in the laughter, a strong wind hit us. Rows of fruit trees were tortured by the wind, and the farmer's uncle quickly put everything in. The strong wind kept attacking with joy. A group of people thundered, and a bleak rain came as promised.

Raindrops, large and small, churned in the rice fragrance.

I like autumn rain, little by little rain.

They fell from the sky, dripping into the fields where corn was planted, and dripping into trees such as apple trees and banana trees.

Raindrops and farmers create wealth.

They turned corn fields into yellow corn and apples into red apples, like big round red lanterns; It also makes the banana like a gun change from bitter to sweet.

Qiuyu, a painter, brought a box of colorful pigments.

It paints apples with beige and pink patterns.

Dye the maple leaves red, and the red maple leaves are like small hands. Under the guidance of teacher Feng Er, they walk out of the brisk clapping songs. It's also like a small stamp, and it's cold to us by express delivery.

It covered the rice fields with golden clothes, and the farmer's uncle smiled from ear to ear.

It also knits clothes for chrysanthemum girls, yellow, white, purple ... flowers. ...

The vast sea of people has to write 300 words by themselves, and only his back impressed me deeply. Shining in the setting sun, so dazzling.

He is an ordinary man and leads an ordinary life. There are four people in his family.

There is an elderly mother, a disabled wife and a real kindergarten child. He is the only support in the family, and all hopes are pinned on him.

After all, he is a man. In order to support his family, he began to collect waste products.

As usual, people went to work one after another in the early morning, and the community was quiet.

There is no frolicking of children, no chirping and singing of birds. Just as I was enjoying this peace, a harsh voice came from my ear, "Who has rags?" It woke me up from my dream.

I got up while complaining, and my mood was terrible.

Before long, there was a fierce quarrel downstairs. Curiosity prompted me to go down and have a look at the excitement. I squeezed into the crowd and saw the garbage collector arguing with the family.

I looked at the junk collector carefully.

He is in his early forties, and his hair seems to have not been washed for a long time. It looks like a chicken coop with several scars on its face. He should be taught a lesson. His thick lips are wrapped in a thick beard and look scary.

Clothes are tattered and patched everywhere, and I dare not look down, thinking to myself: This man is really incompetent.

I learned from their quarrel that his family thought he had stolen something, but he refused to admit it, but he was still weak and finally gave his hard-earned money to his family.

After a while, he walked out of the crowd with his head down and rode away on his broken tricycle.

I watched him leave behind and kept cursing him. When I was old, I should punish him for being a thief.

A few days later, the garbage collector came again, and I thought to myself: You are a rat crossing the street-everyone shouted that you dare to come.

However, this time I was all wet.

He not only found what was lost at home, but also cleared his innocence and repaired the broken machine for home.

He got his money back.

Pushing a tricycle away.

Looking at his back, I was silent, his shining back gradually left, and my face became redder under the irradiation of sunset.

...

Recalling the vast sea, I recall the past in my mind, but everything is vague, and the only clear thing is my mother's back.

As long as I can remember, I have seen my mother's busy back all day. My mother cultivated my independent ability when I was very young, which benefited me a lot. I don't know if he is worth mentioning, but it left an indelible memory in my young mind.

At that time, I was in a large kindergarten class and had to take the exam to upgrade. For me so young, it was really a big exam at that time.

That night, my mother didn't ask anything about the exam.

I asked my mother to help me prepare for the exam. My mother said that she would do her own thing without any encouragement or comfort. At that time, my tears of disappointment flowed down.

The next day, I ignored my mother and ran to school with my schoolbag on my back.

At the school gate, parents lead their children one by one, asking questions and questions about exams.

I suddenly feel that I have been greatly wronged, and tears are spinning in my eyes.

I thought, "doesn't mom love me anymore?"

The more I think about it, the more wronged I am, but I still hold a glimmer of hope. I'll look back after two steps. How I wish my mother would suddenly appear in front of me like a myth. As we get closer and closer to the examination room, our hopes are fading.

But I never saw my mother's figure, my hopes were completely shattered, and the tears of grievances could not stop, like spring water, and I choked into the examination room.

During the exam, my thoughts wandered, and I accidentally saw a vague figure, which was so familiar-it was my mother, and I wanted to rest assured because I got the answer.

On that day in June, the child's face changed, and it was still clear in Wan Li. Suddenly it turned cloudy. Suddenly, it began to rain cats and dogs. I can't help looking out of the window. In the twilight, I can only see my mother's figure, so vague and clear.

I want to rush out and let my mother go home, but there is nothing I can do. I walked through the rain curtain and watched my mother's back for a long time.

My mother's back in the rain is deeply imprinted in my heart.

In the vast sea of people, only his back impressed me deeply. Under the irradiation of the setting sun, it sparkles, so dazzling.

He is an ordinary man and leads an ordinary life. There are four people in his family.

There is an elderly mother, a disabled wife and a real kindergarten child. He is the only support in the family, and all hopes are pinned on him.

After all, he is a man. In order to support his family, he began to collect waste products.

As usual, people went to work one after another in the early morning, and the community was quiet.

There is no frolicking of children, no chirping and singing of birds. Just as I was enjoying this peace, a harsh voice came from my ear, "Who has rags?" It woke me up from my dream.

I got up while complaining, and my mood was terrible.

Before long, there was a fierce quarrel downstairs. Curiosity prompted me to go down and have a look at the excitement. I squeezed into the crowd and saw the garbage collector arguing with the family.

I looked at the junk collector carefully.

He is in his early forties, and his hair seems to have not been washed for a long time. It looks like a chicken coop with several scars on its face. He should be taught a lesson. His thick lips are wrapped in a thick beard and look scary.

Clothes are tattered and patched everywhere, and I dare not look down, thinking to myself: This man is really incompetent.

I learned from their quarrel that his family thought he had stolen something, but he refused to admit it, but he was still weak and finally gave his hard-earned money to his family.

After a while, he walked out of the crowd with his head down and rode away on his broken tricycle.

I watched him leave behind and kept cursing him. When I was old, I should punish him for being a thief.

A few days later, the garbage collector came again, and I thought to myself: You are a rat crossing the street-everyone shouted that you dare to come.

However, this time I was all wet.

He not only found what was lost at home, but also cleared his innocence and repaired the broken machine for home.

He got his money back.

Pushing a tricycle away.

Looking at his back, I was silent, his shining back gradually left, and my face became redder under the irradiation of sunset.

Zhu Ziqing has "The Back" and I also have "The Back"; He wrote about his father, so did I.

Looking at my father's back always reminds me of the past ... My father is over forty a year, but he looks strong and boring. This is probably what I hope most.

Last time I went to sketch class, my father wanted to go to my grandmother's house, which happened to be on my way, so we went together.

Downstairs, dad's bike has stopped there waiting for me.

He smiled at me as usual: "Come on up.

"I won't. It is still early. I will walk to the station.

My father insisted on seeing me off, but I could not beat him, so I sat up.

In our family, we have to climb a slope of 30-40 degrees.

I wanted to come down, but my father insisted.

I kept asking, "Dad, are you tired?" He always says that he is not tired and can still move.

But I know in my heart that I am not very light, and my father is absolutely tired of carrying me to the station.

I thought that as long as I was a little attractive to my father, my father would agree to send me at once. He knew that riding a horse was hard, but he never refused to see me off.

Thought of here, my heart is sour and my nose is sour.

My father accompanied me on the bus, I got on the bus, and my father rode behind the bus.

He kept looking at me for fear that I would lose control.

When the car was about to turn the corner, my father and I parted ways. I looked at my father and suddenly found something.

Father is old, really old, and his back is not as straight and bent as before. When riding a bike, he worked very hard ... tears have filled my eyes, blurred my eyes and blurred my father's back.

The back is fading away, but the image of my father will never disappear and will always be engraved in my mind.

My father's back is always tall in my eyes and will never shrink with age.

Bean's tears fell down, containing endless love for his father.

A father loves everything. Father used his hands and his love. ...

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