Set composition

Landscape composition 1 it is like smoke and haze, like clouds; Hanging on the tree, bypassing the roof, on the mountain road, hiding in the grass. It's like the same girl wearing a veil, shuttling through the quiet Woods, deserted streets and lingering in the sleeping town. It is fog, its paradise in the morning, and it likes to play when people are not paying attention.

Fog is like a naive child, playing on the grass in the park and singing on the branches. Fog, like the same old man, walks so slowly that its shadow is everywhere in the street. Fog, like the same fairy, is so beautiful that it falls quietly on earth. Fog, like a mysterious curtain, I don't know what thick fog is hidden behind it, which permeates between heaven and earth, as if a thick and wide curtain had fallen from the sky. It blurs my vision, so I can only see the blurred shape of the object.

At night, it looks like a ghost A veil of floating fog enveloped the town. With the cold air, it condenses into frost on the glass and floats away. Wet, like steam, but cooler than steam, refreshing. Her charm is over the mountains, and her domineering is the only one in the world. He added some decorations to the petals, which washed the leaves green and bright. It's too quiet for fear of waking the sleeping people. Before the sun gave off strong sunlight and the wind roared, it slipped away, disappeared and disappeared.

Landscape composition 2 Hope, hope, winter is finally here! The north wind is blowing!

One afternoon, it began to snow. Snowflakes, one after another, are white, like small flowers. They will float to the left and right before falling to the ground. Those big snowflakes are just butterflies frolicking at low altitude, flying up and down, and turning several times before falling to the ground. Sometimes the wind is stronger, sometimes it is smaller. Snowflakes, large and small, are always inseparable from the embrace of Mother Earth.

I don't know how long it took, but the ground was all white, piled up like white waves, like white clouds in the sky, and there was no dust and dirt on the ground. Pick up your eyes and look around. It's all white. At first, I walked alone in the snow. After a while, many students came, so I had a snowball fight with Gao Youliang and Chen Xiaogang and made a snowman! Look, how happy we are. Chen Xiaogang and I were covered with snow on our clothes and heads. We put two small gray stones on the snowman's head as eyes, carrots as his nose and bananas as his mouth. Look, the snowman has a big mouth: winter is coming, winter is coming, winter is beautiful, let's play together! hahaha

Indeed, heavy snow not only purifies the fresh air, but also brings infinite joy to children. Most importantly, snow water has made sufficient savings for flowers, trees and crops in the coming year, laying the foundation for a bumper harvest in the coming year.

I love winter, especially winter snow!

Landscape Composition 3 Xuefeng Park is a famous park in Suqian. There are many flowers and trees in the park. They show different postures at different times. I like Xuefeng Park in winter best.

In the morning, the sun has just risen, and Xuefeng Park is the most beautiful at this time. Everything is white. The surrounding trees are shrouded in fog and hazy. There are clouds of fog on the river, like a naughty child, covering the tourists' faces with his hands. Look carefully, the leaves are covered with a layer of white things, cool, like snow, like fog. The rising sun is like a shy child, smiling slightly and reddening, reflecting the fog around. Everything in the world is shrouded in the glow, and the air is filled with faint flowers, as if in a fairyland.

In the afternoon, the sky is blue, like washed blue silk, very clear. All kinds of trees are like soldiers on guard, with straight waist and full of energy. Chimonanthus praecox is in full bloom, like a perfume bottle, spraying perfume everywhere, making the air filled with the rich fragrance of Chimonanthus praecox. At this time, the water in the pond is crystal clear, and you can vaguely see the lovely fish playing happily. Standing at the bridge, ripples appeared on the water, as if the bridge had become a ship and was moving forward.

In the evening, the sun is setting. He used his own light to dye the clouds around him red and turn the flowers and plants into golden yellow. The light should be on the water, swaying and interesting.

I love Xuefeng Park this winter.