Landscape theme composition

In daily life or work and study, writing is the most unfamiliar thing for everyone. With the help of words, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following are eight essays on landscape themes that I have compiled for you, for reference only, hoping to help you.

Landscape topic composition 1 What is the most beautiful scenery? It is the fruitful result of autumn. A hundred flowers blossom in spring. This is the heat of summer. It snows heavily in winter.

Among these landscapes, perhaps flowers in spring are more popular. However, I appreciate the pieces of goose feather snow in winter, and the spectacular snowflakes are falling.

One winter, I was studying in the classroom, but I didn't notice that the heavy snow like goose feather had fallen. When I left the classroom after class, I was suddenly attracted by the beautiful scenery outside. Snowflakes are falling. I have a snowflake in my hand. It looks like a small snowflake. If you look at it carefully in your hand, you will find that the snowflake is small but beautiful. Cold as borneol and white as chrysanthemum, the flowers in your hand are round in appearance, but they have "petals" like branches, which fall with the team. Although it is not as beautiful as chrysanthemums, as rich as peonies and as gorgeous as roses, snow has its own style. Although it is small and exquisite, it will melt in your hand, but it is slowly moistening the earth. The bell ... the bell rang, and I reluctantly returned to the classroom.

After school, the earth is like a white coat, and there are countless ginkgo fruits on the trees. I left deep footprints where I walked. Grab a handful of cold snow!

When I got home, it began to snow again. I stuck out my tongue and a snowflake floated to the corner of my mouth. It's cold and melts as soon as it reaches my mouth. It's really "melting in the mouth".

Winter, this is a beautiful season!

Landscape topic composition 2 "Guilin landscape is the best in the world". As soon as the summer vacation arrived, my grandmother and mother took me to Guilin, where the mountains and rivers are famous all over the world. We went to many places, but I think climbing Gudong Forest Waterfall is the most interesting.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the tour guide say that I would wear sandals to climb the waterfall. I thought to myself: What are sandals like? How to wear it? I couldn't wait to go to the place where I changed my equipment and saw the long-awaited sandals. Unlike the shoes we usually wear, straw sandals have no uppers and soles made of straw. There are two straps on the ankle. I'm not very good at dressing, so I have to ask my mother for help. "ouch! Good feet! " The tour guide said, "Never mind, just get into the water." I have to put up with it.

Before I came to the waterfall, I saw a waterfall flying down from a high cliff. It's really "flying down thousands of feet, it's suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days!" Many people have climbed on the waterfall. Although children were not allowed to climb the first waterfall, I was very excited to run to the second waterfall when I saw others climb up and become a "drowned rat".

When I came to the second waterfall, the water in the waterfall was not deep, and the deepest water only reached my thigh, so I walked boldly with confidence, only to hear my mother shout, "Be careful!" " "One hand grabbed me and almost slipped. I dare not stride now. I followed the team carefully, grabbed the iron rope and climbed up. After a while, we climbed to the third waterfall, some deep and some shallow. When the water is shallow, I pat my feet lightly like a naughty child. When the water is deep, I pee my pants like a disobedient child. ...

We talked and laughed all the way, and soon came to the top of the mountain, and we went down the mountain much faster. I took the zip line first, then slipped halfway up the mountain, then took the slide, and soon arrived at the equipment at the foot of the mountain. Finally, I put on my shoes, "Ah! Feet are really comfortable! "

Gudong Forest Waterfall is really a fun and exciting place!

People often say: "Rain is the prelude of the devil, which will only bring bad things to people." Indeed, rain can make people feel sentimental. However, rain can also make people happy. My story begins with the rain.

On that day, the weather was gloomy, like a child crying, and like the Monkey King making havoc in heaven, making the world a mess! Looking at this cloudy sky, my face is full of sadness. There is no one at home, and both parents are on a business trip. How can I go back if it rains? I looked at the sky with begging eyes, hoping it wouldn't rain.

Looking at the dark clouds in the sky, it looked at me triumphantly and made me uneasy. Before I could react, with a bang, raindrops the size of beans fell, which completely scared me silly. Looking at the downpour, I was in a daze.

Since no one gave me an umbrella, I'll go out in the rain. So I walked into the rain, I just took a step, and the rain hit me like a bullet, playing wantonly on me, and some playing hide-and-seek on me; Some put slides on my nose; Some even came directly to my eyes. A cool breeze is blowing, so cold!

Just then, I heard the hurried footsteps. I looked back and it turned out to be straight for me. I thought to myself: don't let the house leak, grab it! He is getting closer and closer to me. When I looked intently, it turned out to be the security uncle at the school gate. Regardless of his wet body, he rushed over with lightning speed, quickly took out the umbrella in his bag, carefully opened it for me and handed it to me. Carefully told: "Be careful of the rain, don't catch cold." After that, I went back to school and looked at his back wet by the rain. My heart was warm, like a rainbow after the rain, pointing directly at my heart.

Thank you, uncle.

In the rain, the clear sky is your support and my warmest souvenir. Let me know how to use my hands to hold up a clear sky for those in need.

The sky is clear in the rain.

Landscape topic composition 4 the night is like ink, coming with purple gas, shining like a sprinkle, intoxicated like a fool; The sky is blue, better than the willow. It seems to be a heavy color scattered in the landscape, and the beautiful scenery is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Take a sip, see the fragrance of flowers is leisure, have a drink, enjoy the sunset like blood, feel amazing, have a beautiful heart, and make yourself beautiful.

Beautiful scenery comes into your eyes, and beautiful things flow in your heart. I am keen to wander between beautiful scenery and make myself beautiful in the process.

Quiet, quiet, quiet yourself. The dawn of the night quietly falls on the moon clouds and treetops. The stars are long and bright, scattered in the air, and the mist is like a girl's veil, holding the sky and the earth through the nebula. I walked alone on the mountain road in the country, just because of the scenery and to make myself beautiful. In the past, there seemed to be elves walking freely on the road, attracting you to move forward. Sometimes I pause for a while and listen carefully. The branches are getting bigger and bigger, there are more and more weeds, and the rustling of a pulse not far away gradually enters my heart. Seen from a distance, the blue street lights and staggered tree shadows on the boulevard are colorful. I was originally impetuous in the downtown area, and gradually calmed down under the appreciation of the scenery and precipitated into people's hearts. I was a little impetuous, in the quiet night accompanied by cicadas, slowly dissipated in the sound of footsteps and breathing. Slight rain beats overhead and drips into your quiet heart, but the sound is quieter and quieter, which makes you beautiful.

Strong scenery, strong heart and strong self. The setting sun reflected on the other side of the river, and the corner of his eye flashed. Looking around, the sky is vast and boundless, slowly dyed red by red and orange, and the eyes are full of blood and gold. Seeing the magnificent scenery, the heart oppressed by study also shook, embracing the world and welcoming the hero's red face was covered with fragments of sunshine. I stand here to enjoy the warm scenery and make myself beautiful. The light of the sunset glow is like a sword, which separates black from white, cuts the sky into golden yellow, and then lingers in the ripples with the river. I often come here with open arms, embrace the beautiful scenery and shout "the sunset is like blood" just to make myself beautiful.

Enjoy the scenery, see the cherry turn red, the banana turn green, see the top of the mountain embrace each other, the mountains and rivers are the same color, enjoy the scenery and make yourself beautiful. I am fascinated by the scenery, and I am also in love, which will eventually add a little beauty to my heart. I enjoy the scenery, quiet and strong, all to make myself beautiful.

Wind is the most beautiful song of nature; Wind is the best care for nature.

The "song" of vitality

Spring breeze, with a vigorous pace, came to the world. It blows across the earth, and small green buds grow on the bare branches. The grass opened its blindfolded eyes and the flowers showed their shy faces. The ice on the river was gradually melted by the warm wind. In the river, small fish are swaying as if celebrating the arrival of spring. The Spring Breeze blew across the river, causing ripples. The spring breeze caressed me gently. I am crazy and enjoying the care of spring.

Violent "song"

In spring, I was scared to death by this angry Xia Feng. Xia Feng, sometimes big, sometimes small, sometimes sudden, sometimes slow. No one knows what practical joke it will play. The sultry summer doesn't feel relieved when it comes, but it feels even more sultry. "Hua-Hua-"The storm came, and when the wind blew, the rain scattered all over the floor.

The magical "song"

The cool autumn wind used magic to drive away the angry Xia Feng. Autumn wind, through the garden. Decorate green shrubs with small flowers. Turn green leaves into yellow, red and orange ... just like a flawless butterfly dancing. Autumn wind, across the field. Sorghum blushed and bowed to this magical wind. The rice in Huang Chengcheng fluttered gently with the autumn wind, like a golden ocean. Seeing the joy of farmers' bumper harvest, it left happily.

A bleak "song"

There is no sign of life in the world when the cold wind blows. Animals are hibernating. At this time, the world is white, the snow is white, the ground is white, the house is white and even people are white. It's white everywhere anyway, but everyone's heart is warm. Snow is like jade scattered by fairies. I savor the poetry, holiness and beauty of winter!

The scenery is still charming and has been heavily imprinted on our hearts. Let's relive the scenery left in our hearts-

My father's sternness and my mother's hard work make me hate and disgust. I like the world around my grandparents best, because their ardent expectations and concern have always made me happy and carefree, just like bathing in the ocean of love.

That year, the spring breeze began again, and the scenery left in my heart was no longer bleak. I used to be strict and commanding, but now I'm not!

The scenery will always stay in my heart, but I can no longer feel my father's strictness and previous orders!

Being a friend gave me comfort; Give me a hug friend. ...

We will always be innocent, always go to school together, and always accompany each other.

We laughed, cried, cheered and shouted!

However, the sudden quarrel seems to be blocked by endless abyss, and we are no longer together. We once believed that there is no real friendship in the world!

Graduation photo restored your youthful appearance, and now you are much more mature. Although we are separated, we will always be good friends!

The scenery will always stay in my heart, and they will always accompany me …

The silent help of strangers, although I don't know them, their smiles and eyes will always stay in my heart and become a beautiful scenery.

This extremely beautiful scenery will stay in my heart forever, and their smiles and gestures will worry me!

The changes in spring are also fascinating; The prosperity of summer is also overcast; Winter is romantic, charming and heartless; Autumn is colorful and withered. ...

But only you, the scenery left in my heart!

Today, with great excitement, I set foot on the fourth stop of the reporter's tour group with my parents-into Zimao Mountain. Because it is the first time, I am curious and looking forward to it.

First, we went to the sales department of Huzi International Golf Villa. At first, my parents and I looked at the model room of villa property in the sales department, and listened to the uncle of the sales department explaining some surrounding environment, design concept and leisure function of villa building. When I walked to the terrace, a burst of fresh air came to my face, which was refreshing. Looking around, the quiet lake, lush forests, green mountains and green waters come into view, just like a landscape fantasy, very beautiful.

Then we started to climb Mount Zimao. This is my first time to climb Mount Zimao. Seen from the foot of the mountain, the mountains are undulating. Being in the middle of Zimao Mountain, the cliffs and waterfalls, the tinkling springs, and the birds and flowers all the way are refreshing. There are many fruit trees around the mountain road, which are dark and gloomy. My parents told me it was longan, litchi, bayberry and so on. Through this climb, I not only exercised, but also listened to my parents' lectures along the way. This is really killing two birds with one stone.

When I came back from climbing the mountain, the most exciting activity began. This is what I look forward to most, that is, giving DIY cake to my mother as a mother's day gift. I threw myself into the process of making cakes. I want to inject all my usual love for my mother into this cake. When I personally gave my own cake to my mother, I saw her tears of happiness. Mom, you have worked hard, and I will love you forever!

This activity is really colorful! Finally, the personal experience of golf. I have seen the heroic photos of my uncle playing golf from my mother's WeChat, and I think my uncle is very handsome! I didn't expect to play golf at such a young age. I am very happy. At first, I was playing around with a golf club. My father joked that I was like a farmer's uncle hoeing the ground. "At noon on hoeing day, sweat dripped down the soil." Hehe, but after listening to the coach's explanation, my movements were corrected immediately. Although not in place, the strength between swings is still not enough, but my father said that the movements are much more handsome, and I began to like this sport. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely practice with my parents and become a golf enthusiast like my uncle when I grow up.

In this little reporter's parent-child activity, I had a very happy and meaningful time, which made me remember it vividly. Not only enriched our weekend activities, but also broadened my horizons and experienced golf personally. More importantly, it gave me the opportunity to make a gift for my mother personally, and let me say "Happy Mother's Day" to my dear mother in advance!

There are many definitions of landscape. Some people say that the scenery is a harmonious picture, some people say that the scenery is a beautiful picture scroll, and some people say that the scenery is. But I said, the scenery is a moving picture that comes into view.

I remember last time, I went to Bianhe Street with some friends. We were eating and drinking all the way. I also rented some bicycles to ride there. But later, we were blocked by a rickety figure and a thin figure.

What stands in our way is an old lady of about sixty with a little girl. The old woman gave us a pleading look, as if to say, "Have pity on us!" " ! We haven't eaten all day. Looking at their poverty, I feel my nose is sour. We all discussed it for a while, and then decided to give them one-third of the money left on us. The old lady saw that we took out more than twenty fast, and quickly said; "Not so much, just a little is enough, thank you!" He quickly said to the little girl next to him, "thank you, big brother!" " "The little girl happily said thank you to us. After bidding farewell to them, we continued to play, only with less money in our pockets and more joy in our hearts. When we went back, we saw the old woman and the little girl. It's just that they didn't beg from others, but took out a few dollars from their pockets and said to the little boy who was also in rags, "Little friend, grandma still has a few dollars. Here you are, take it. "

In an instant, my eyes were moist. I think that old lady is kind. She gave money to people who are poorer than him, even though she has no money. I asked myself, I am so poor, can I give money to a poorer person like my grandmother? I don't think I can do it.

Who can say that this is not a landscape? But in my opinion, this is the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen.

In my life, I will meet many people who pass by my life in a hurry and become the scenery in my heart, black and white or color. They are just passers-by in my life. But mom, you are the watcher in my life.

Do you remember? You stand in the rain, white clothes and red umbrella are indelible scenery printed in my heart.

The day I went to the painting competition, you were ill. The venue is not near, but it is not too far. I wanted to go by myself, and I didn't go alone until I agreed not to, but when I was about to go out, the weather was not beautiful-it was raining cats and dogs, and now you don't say anything. "It's such a big rain, you have to bring a paint brush or something. How can you do this? " You said to me in a hoarse voice, Mom, why? Why did you let me get wet when you were ill?

Walking on the road, I want to take an umbrella for you. After all, you are a patient, but you insist on taking it yourself. "What's the difference between taking an umbrella and not giving it to you?" I can't beat you, so I have to give you my umbrella. It rained heavily, but I didn't get wet at all. The two men who walked in front of us also carried the same umbrella. Why is it half wet? I turned to look at you. So you put your umbrella next to me. I gently pushed it to your side, but after a while, you tilted your umbrella to my side. You looked at me doubtfully and said, "This umbrella is too heavy to hold stably." What a clumsy lie it is, but it is so beautiful and moving. Mom, why is this? Why pretend not to be careful when you know it was intentional? If it's true, why did you give me an umbrella when you knew it was unstable?

When I arrived at the examination room, I saw a parent send it over. They kept telling the child what to do, and the child waved impatiently and entered the examination room. But you didn't say anything. In fact, you didn't say much after we set out, and almost all the way was silent. You said you were afraid to infect me. I walked into the examination room and looked back, only to find that you didn't go away. You made a gesture of cheering for me and then smiled at me. Mom, why is this? Why don't you go home early? Why do I see your smile and suddenly my heart is full of strength? I think I understand, I understand everything. ...

Later, I drew such a picture in a painting competition with the theme of "love": in a gloomy picture, a man with a red umbrella is laughing and there are water droplets on his body. White is particularly bright on a gloomy background, and the red umbrella makes the painting look warm on a rainy day. I named it scenery.

Because of love, you sent me to the examination room in spite of illness and rain; Because of love, you inclined your umbrella to me; Because of love, you are afraid of infecting me and want to cheer me up; Because of love, when I see your smile, I will feel a warm power. ...

That is the scenery in my heart, and the flaming umbrella is your longing heart; The dripping white clothes are the rain and dew you love, right?

This is a picture left in my heart, a landscape of love. ...

Mom, I love you!