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Writing skills of landscape composition

Wherever you look, you can become the scenery in your pen. Writing a good landscape composition still requires you to observe life and things around you with your heart. In addition to writing down the wonderful and strange things around you, we should also observe and think about how to write the scenery in front of us in a new way. Just like the scenery presented in photographic equipment is always more beautiful than what the eyes see. When the scenery in front of you is memorized in your mind, you need to modify and polish it in your mind and then present it in words. You can present it in gorgeous or plain words, and then add something you think or feel. It is especially important to remember that a still landscape is alive, so you must give it vitality when writing.

Wen Yi: Familiar places also have scenery.

I live not far from the school, about seven minutes away, separated by a cement country road. I go to school through this path every day. I think I often see extraordinary scenery through this ordinary path.

In the morning, I finished breakfast as usual and walked to school. Just out of the house, the mountains in the distance first came into view. The mountains overlap, the trees are lush and the grass is lush. It rained lightly all night last night and the path was wet. The green leaves are covered with glittering and translucent water drops, reflecting the sunlight. A breeze blew, and a smell mixed with fresh soil and grass after rain got into my nostrils. I sighed: How comfortable! At this moment, I became a carefree bird, flying freely in the sky. I am really relaxed. I saw many colorful little wildflowers on the roadside. There are also many grotesque small stones, which are soaked in a pool of cold rain. It is like a miniature cave, island, cave and rock. Seeing these lovely scenery, my mood suddenly relaxed.

Seeing the lush bamboo and trees on both sides of the path reminds me of Liu Zongyuan's small stone pond? Green trees and vines are covered with winding and staggered Buddha statues. ? The sunshine in the morning is very soft, reflected on the treetops, and pieces of broken sunshine are scattered in the shade, broken, quiet and warm. I like sunshine, shade and paths.

Out of the shade, I looked up and saw a few pure clouds floating in the endless blue sky. Being pinched into various shapes by the blue sky is dazzling. Some are like fierce lions; Some are like meek little sheep; Some are like light feathers floating in the wind.

The path at night is mysterious. It took off its daytime color and put on a black coat. In the night sky of the country road, there is a full moon hanging, and the bright stars around it are so bright and bright. My eyes are dizzy.

This ordinary path does not have the magical dream of Jiuzhaigou, the classical elegance of Zhouzhuang, or the strange and steep nature of the Three Gorges. But I still love it. I love its freshness, simplicity and naturalness. However, the road is not what it used to be. It's covered with cement and garbage. The harmful gas emitted by vehicles passing by the path gradually threatens the natural life here. I am worried that one day it will completely change and lose the beauty of nature. How can I protect this natural scenery?

Wen 2: That beautiful distance.

There is a beautiful place in Guizhou Province called Zhenyuan, which is located in the east of Guizhou. Belonging to Qiandongnan Miao and Dong Autonomous Prefecture, it is an ancient town with a history of more than 2000 years. This beauty is like a watercolor painting. The buildings in the town are very distinctive, and there are many Gu Xiang. Dad said that every alley is a history.

Someone said? Zhenyuan is a painting? Is this a painting? See rarity in simplicity and charm in elegance? China ink painting. Written by Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei? At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes. The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep. ? It is nothing more than describing the beauty of Zhenyuan.

The beauty of the country is in the fingers; Take a bite of the fragrance of time and chew it carefully, which has the sweetness of summer flowers in July. Harden your heart, tear off a piece of white clouds, let life accumulate experience of tempering in the wind and rain, move towards tenacity, and then bend down steadily and naturally in the mature season! The sun rises and the sun shines through the clouds in Zhenyuan. Qinglongdong ancient building complex is on the mountain in the east of Zhenyuan. The mountains here are tall and straight, and the cliffs are steep. Huge rocks, caves and harmony blend together. The temples of Taoism, Confucianism and Buddhism were all born on the mountainside, which is a model for the harmonious development of different religions in China. Backed by green hills, facing green waters and facing the sky. The eaves are intertwined, typical Taoist style. A pair of stone lions in front of the door are lifelike, and their eyes don't know how to see them. Temples, palaces, temples, courtyards, shrines, pavilions, and caves are intertwined, or shaped by mountains, or there are buildings in buildings, or holes in caves. Zhenyuan, Qinglong Cave. In addition to ancient buildings, don't forget to pay attention to couplets that can be seen everywhere, which is another highlight of Qinglong Cave. Behind the carved and hollowed-out flower window, there is the tranquility and coolness that separates the crowd, so that visitors who walk in the midsummer afternoon have to stop? Looking out of the window, I can't help thinking of Li Chen's famous song, but this window is not another window.

At noon, the weather is very hot. It's rare to meet good light and shadow again. The Wuyang River cruise ship crossed and spread in circles, and the lights jumped and flashed on the water. The boat dragged the light slowly forward, but the light heart was unwilling and scattered on the water? Listen to that? Hey? The sound of running water, watching fish playing in the river, cruise ships coming and going, tourists enjoying the scenery on both sides. The old man washes clothes by the river, the children play in the water, catkins fly in the air and take the children's dreams away. Willow trees on both sides of the dam, some like white-haired old people, some like girls with long hair shawls, will remind people of the ancients? Is there love in Wild Goose Flying Silk? This poem.

When the sunset receives the last touch of afterglow, the ancient city is like a charming girl in a bridal chamber: the shy face is dyed red by dancing water, and the gentle eyes are like a lamp, which outlines a fairy tale world wall and makes the ancient town charming instantly.

The ancient city seems to have put on new clothes under the light, and the stone road marked with the footprints of the ancients has now turned golden yellow. Lights illuminate every corner of the ancient city, especially the red lanterns, which are all over the streets and lanes. Along the banks of the Mibu River, they are paired and strung, one layer at a time, like eyes suddenly wide open in sleep, and they are intoxicating, showing the joy, happiness and auspiciousness of the ancient city. Looking up at Shiping Mountain and staring at Qinglong Cave, it is covered with blue, blue, purple, orange and other light, which is crystal clear and jade-like.

Sitting on the shore, looking up at the starry night sky, the dark night sky is like the history of this thousand-year-old city, with no boundaries, but full of endless mystery.

Sitting on the shore, looking up at the starry night sky, the dark night sky is like the history of this thousand-year-old city, with no boundaries, but full of endless mystery. Shi Pingshan fell asleep; Wuyang River is sleeping; Zhenyuan people sleep; The whole world is asleep; Zhenyuan in sleep is really beautiful; The world in sleep is really beautiful.

This ancient city is a memory of my childhood. I love this ancient city? Beautiful town in the distance! ?

Wen San: I love my hometown.

Everyone loves his hometown, and I am no exception. I love my hometown. Although it is not as prosperous as new york in the United States, as gorgeous as Venice, and as simple and elegant as Tokyo in Japan, I love it very much!

My hometown is in a county town in the southwest section of Wuliangshan? Jinggu, do you know? Linhai Pearl, Hometown of Mango, Buddhist Holy Land? Good name. I am proud that I have such a beautiful hometown. Now let me introduce my hometown to you!

First, I would like to introduce the tourist attractions in my hometown: the Monk Sleeping Buddha Temple, which was built in the Shunzhi period in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties (A.D. 1644) and has a history of more than 300 years. There are also two famous temples in the temple, known as Tallinn and China? Tower wrapped tree, tree wrapped tower? Pagoda. Buddhist temples have also developed into important venues for activities and centers for spreading Buddhist culture in Southern Buddhism, enjoying a high reputation throughout the country and even in Southeast Asia.

Mangya Canyon is characterized by deep valleys and secluded forests, steep mountains, dense scenic spots and changeable seasons. The mountains on both sides of the canyon are green, and the steep cliffs are covered with oak trees, pine trees and various scholar flowers. Apes sing birds, hanging springs and waterfalls flow endlessly. On both sides of the riverbank and on the rocks in the river, there are countless stone caves and pits of different sizes and shapes, some like running horses and some like mirrors. There is also a magical legend in baimashan, Mangya Canyon. In ancient times, there was a white dragon at the corner of the canyon. It often went to baimashan. The Yi Caotang on the side of Mangya Canyon appeared, and the mountain where Baima lived and the place where he left were thus formed? Baimashan? Such a place name.

At the southern end of the majestic Wuliang Mountain in Yunling, there is a mountain with overlapping peaks and protruding peaks, which is like a sword piercing the sky. At the top of the rock stands a thrilling Taoist temple. This is the Jinggu Dashi Temple, which has been famous and beautiful for hundreds of years. Built in the Qing dynasty, the rock is high and steep, which is in danger of Huashan Mountain in Shaanxi Province. Lingyun in the Stone Temple is the wonder of Sunlight Rock in Gulangyu, Xiamen. Poets and poets of past dynasties boarded to watch and carve stone carvings, admiring this rare natural wonder.

What is our most famous specialty in Jinggu? Niusan? Yes The method of making beef patties is also very special. Slaughter the beef first, take out the beef tenderloin and roast it with a torch, then cut it into filaments, add the cooked tripe, add the spices such as ginger, garlic, pepper, peanut noodles, Zoko, etc., and then add the boiled and filtered beef powder intestinal water or bile to eat. ? Niusan? Its characteristics are: delicate and delicious, pure and fragrant, attractive in color, with the functions of invigorating stomach, eliminating dry heat and appetizing, which is deeply loved by locals and foreign tourists.

Jinggu also has some local products: white tea raw cake, Jinggu ivory mango, tree-wrapped tea and pure mango juice.

Our Jinggu not only has scenic spots, but also famous Dai specialties and local products with national characteristics. Last year, a park with local ethnic characteristics-Binjiang Park was built. During the day, there are birds and flowers and beautiful scenery here; At night, it is not only a beautiful night scene in Jinggu, but also a good place for the general public to relax, entertain and keep fit.

Welcome guests from afar to my hometown. We have beautiful scenery and elegant environment here, and the people in Jinggu are simple, generous, hospitable and hardworking. We will certainly give you a warm welcome!

I love my hometown. No matter where I go, I will never forget the hometown that nurtured my growth and brought me good memories. Jinggu!

Article 4: Plum blossom praise

Every winter, I think of plum blossoms.

Of Yongmei's countless poems, only? There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. Knowing from a distance that it is not snow, why is there fragrance? Let me deeply feel the persistence of Meihua and her fiery persistence.

In the ice and snow, all the spring scenery disappears in white, and there is no life. The world is silent, the gray sky is covered with dark clouds, and snowflakes fall from the sky cheering, as if by gravity. The snow on the ground is getting thicker and thicker, and the branches are crushed by heavy snow. But this has just begun. The cold wind is raging on the earth, banging on the windows and wandering around, inviting his partners to have fun. No creature responded to him, because everyone was afraid of his cold, and everyone could not adapt to the snowy winter. They always show their elegance in spring and tremble in winter.

But the cold wind found it. A brown-purple tree has many vertical stripes, which look like several red dots from a distance and a fiery plum blossom from a close look, as if to melt ice and snow. Small and exquisite, she swayed in the cold wind, fearless of the cold winter. Facing the snowflakes, enduring the chill, they bloom their gorgeous posture in the cold winter. In addition to the daunting indifference in the cold wind, because of plum blossoms, there is more fragrance in the wind and more enthusiastic encouragement and persistence.

Plum blossom, in the severe winter, has undergone all kinds of tempering, but? The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold? Because of this, plum blossom is more valuable, her fragrance is more attractive, and her body is more moving. Instead of shrinking and blooming because of the pressure of snow, they are more energetic and delicate.

Looking at the plum blossoms in full bloom in the snow and smelling the cold smell, I thought of myself. Although as small as a seed, it has been lost. Although I failed in the competitive exam again and again, I was defeated again and again. But the faith I have always adhered to can always ignite my hope. Even if my talent is not enough, as long as I persist like a plum blossom, keep pumping water and absorbing nutrients, and face the storm, one day I will sprout green shoots, bloom flowers and shine!

Plum, as the flower that blooms in the last season of the year, is also the first flower that blooms in the next spring, which draws a beautiful end for winter and opens a new chapter for spring. I praise plum blossom, even if I support the spirit of plum blossom, I also support it.

Text 5: Under the Ginkgo Tree

There is an old ginkgo tree on the flat ground in front of me. I can't tell when it existed, but I was there the day it died. Because, that's my grandfather's ginkgo.

As long as I can remember, whenever I mentioned my grandfather, I would think of Ginkgo biloba. Or, when it comes to ginkgo biloba, I think of my grandfather. About 20 meters away from grandpa's house, rows of ginkgo trees came into view. There are tall and short, thick and thin, MengMeng and bare. Soldiers? Welcome, I came to grandpa's house and habitually called out:? Grandpa. ? He always looks up at me and then nods to show that he hears me.

To tell the truth, every time I come to grandpa's house, I always hate to part with it. This is a house in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's time. It's made of that dark tile. After years of destruction, there are still several small holes in the roof, and sometimes there are tiles of other colors next to the holes. It must have been fixed, but it didn't help. In addition to two narrow paths, there are fields and planted ginkgo trees in front of the door. In the field, there are leeks. I remember that in summer, my grandmother always carried a small basket on her arm and sold leeks everywhere, one yuan a bundle. Let her take care of her old age. She refused to do something alone. What an old urchin! Speaking of which, I suddenly remembered that there were two photos of my grandparents standing in front of the old ginkgo tree at home. It was the Spring Festival at that time, and my mother took our family to my grandfather's house to pay a New Year call. My uncle's family was there that day. By the way, I still remember the thick brick with holes in the photo: every time I go, I like to put small firecrackers in the hole of the brick, then light it with a wick and run away screaming. ? Scratch? Very lively! Behind the house is a big river. There are several large and small boats floating on the shore, and sometimes several old ones have been driven. Even my mother squatted on the boat to wash vegetables. It feels good to swing.

Too many things have really happened here, good or bad, so ginkgo is theirs? Witness? . Until the last moment of life

The summer vacation will be over tomorrow, and I will enter the middle school to roam my knowledge ocean. The next afternoon, I packed my things and prepared to report to the school. ? Beep? The phone rang. ? Hello? Hello? Boss or penis? Oh, second girl, call your mother back quickly. Your grandfather has left. Come on! ? That's the sound of menstruation. Grandpa left? What do you mean? Gone? Where have you been? I dialed my mother's phone, and there was an indescribable taste in my heart.

My mother and I rushed to grandpa's house, or in that corner, I saw a row of lifeless? Soldiers? . When I got closer, I saw grandma sitting outside the door alone, her eyes empty and she didn't know where she was staring at. Come closer, there's a man in flowered clothes in the freezer, grandpa!

I stayed. My grandfather was able to play mahjong with crutches last year. Why doesn't he move now? ! He died. Although I didn't have much contact with my grandfather, he left. Suddenly there is a special unspeakable taste in my heart. I always feel as if something is missing and my heart is empty. I snuggled up to the old ginkgo, the largest ginkgo, and its cold body seemed to take away a dependence in my heart this summer. It turns out that grandpa really left.

I looked at the refrigerator, then at my grandmother, and finally at these ginkgo biloba. These gingkgoes were planted by my grandfather himself. Thought of here, my tears slowly flow down. I quickly wiped away my tears, fearing that my crying mother would see it and my grandmother would see it.

A few days later, the old ginkgo tree was sold and turned into a clearing.

But I can't forget it for a long time.

Liu Wen: Knock on the door of nature.

If I were a clear spring, I would water all the dry land; If I were the sunshine, I would warm all the cold hearts; If I were a spring breeze, I would blow all the desolate Yuan Ye green; If I were a big tree, I would block all the shadows.

Get up early, when you see the sunrise, you will feel your heartbeat and feel how eager that vibrant heart in the sun is to contact and talk with nature. So, with my pure heart and my camera, I opened the door of nature and took a deep breath of fresh air. I feel that there is a faint fragrance in this wonderful air, fresh and elegant, natural and simple, without any impurities, and people can't help but want to get close to it and comfort it. Bend down and put your ear near this bouquet of lilies. It has something to say. It wants to leave a photo for itself to see how beautiful and shy it is. So I picked up the camera. Card? With a cry, the beautiful flowers opened their mouths. How lovely!

At noon, it was a little hot and Grandpa Sun was a little thirsty. I touched my heart again: ah, it's hot and feverish. There seems to be a connection with the sun and a common sense. I got on the boat and watched the beautiful scenery where the boat drifted. ? Going? The stream is singing happily, which is the most beautiful voice in the world. I closed my eyes and listened attentively to what it told me. Inadvertently, our hearts approached, and I knocked on the door of nature.

A gust of wind brings coolness and comfort. Grandma Feng heard that I was coming, and she also came to sing for me. There are some lotus leaves in front, and it seems that there are some golden carp whispering under the leaves. Yo! The ripples of the boat disturbed the shy little fish. They didn't seem to welcome the arrival of this monster and fled to other places. They really feel sorry for them.

In the evening, I packed my bags and waved goodbye to them, even more reluctantly after hearing the cicada singing. I said, I'll come back to see you. In this way, I walked out of nature.

Thanks to nature, I waddled into an elegant moonlight, driving away the noise of life, and my boat of life seemed natural and leisurely. Heart to heart, as if I could hear its call: farther, farther, our hearts are near, and I knock on the door of nature.

The above is the "Familiarity with the local scenery" brought by the composition column. I hope it can inspire your writing and write a good composition.