Write a composition by mixing scenes.

1. Writing a landscape painting requires the skill of scene fusion.

Time kept flowing forward, the weather gradually cooled down, and the noisy cicada was blown away by autumn, replaced by the whine of crickets in the cracks in the slate under the steps at night. Ah! That lovely autumn has finally arrived.

Autumn is more prosperous than spring. The flowery spring is beautiful, but the fruitful autumn colors reveal the joy of harvest. Autumn is more colorful than summer. Although the summer with dense branches and leaves is charming, the autumn colors of golden leaves and green trees are even more refreshing. Autumn is more energetic than winter. Snow-capped winter is lovely, but the golden autumn with fragrant melons and fruits is more colorful. Autumn came to the Woods. From a distance, yellow leaves fall in pairs like golden butterflies. Tired of flying, they landed on my shoulders, head and feet. Brought my thoughts from green summer to golden autumn. As soon as I turned around, another peach leaf fell beside me. I bent down to pick it up and held it in my hand to study it carefully. What a special autumn leaf! It hasn't come yet, it has completely faded, and it still exudes a strong aroma. Autumn came to the orchard, persimmon bent down, bent down, and the branches were about to break. Sister litchi was so fat that she broke her clothes and showed her bulging white belly. Huge apples are covered with branches, showing sweet smiles, or shy or bold. The girl in autumn came to the farmland, and the corn was very happy. It specially changed into a new golden dress, grinning and showing golden teeth. In order to make themselves more beautiful, tomatoes put lipstick on their faces; The potato may have been too excited to break its green mouth and show its yellow tongue. Autumn has come, and the garden has become a paradise for chrysanthemums. They may like this heavy gold, so they choose to bloom their beauty in autumn. Chrysanthemums come in many colors: yellow, pink and white. . Big flowers and curly petals are like a little girl with curly hair. Wandering in the chrysanthemum garden or enjoying a pot of colorful chrysanthemums alone, slowly intoxicated by that fragrance. Autumn brings gold to the earth and cotton-like clouds to the blue sky. Autumn wind, as cool as water, dyed the world yellow with chill.

I like this crisp autumn season!

I like autumn with flowers and leaves and flat chrysanthemums.

I like this unique and splendid autumn scenery.

Autumn is really a harvest season. The sound of lawn mower, children's laughter and adults' laughter are combined into a symphony in autumn. Miss Qiu came quietly, and the golden rice in the field danced in the autumn wind like her long hair. And the green grass, blown yellow by teacher Qiu, put on a golden dress on the earth.

Teacher Qiu also came to the river, and the river was sparkling. Fish play in the water, and sometimes they surface, as if welcoming Miss Qiu. Miss Qiu also came to the orchard, and the fruit trees gave off a burst of fragrance, which made people drool. You see, apples are covered with branches like little red lanterns. Several maple trees beside the fruit trees were blushed by the autumn girl, and the red maple leaves danced in the air like butterflies, as if to say, "Autumn is coming, autumn is coming."

The mountains in the distance were also dyed yellow by Miss Qiu, and at first glance they looked like golden waves.

As the sun sets, the whole earth seems to be painted with colorful pigments, like a huge picture scroll.

Teacher Qiu brought harvest, joy and happiness.

2. How to write a composition by blending scenes? 500 words I searched in the street. Can Xue muttered painfully: "Spring is in my arms, can't you see it?" I eagerly asked the bird in the tree, and the bird flew to the blue sky, leaving a crisp song, as if to say, look, spring is in the blue sky! In the white clouds! I shouted at the snowfield, where is spring! The snowfield was silent, and I seemed to hear countless echoes, echoing from the chest of the earth, and it came! Here it is!

Is spring really here? Why can't I see it? I can't help but think of the famous poem: "Why should the Qiangdi complain about the willow? The spring breeze is just like Yumenguan"? Then why is it always late? Maybe the snow in the desert is too thick, and walking is too tired and needs a rest. Let the sunshine comfort you first. People in northern Xinjiang long for spring. The warm sunshine spares no effort to convey the warmth of spring and wants to awaken the sleeping land in northern Xinjiang.

I walked and looked for it. Spring is like a child hiding with me, I can't find its shadow. The smiling face kissed by the sun, like a spring flower in the blue sky, blooms warmly and makes people warm as spring. The breeze is accompanied by the sweet songs of birds, echoing gently on the snowfield like the songs of spring, and refreshing like the spring breeze. The faint beautiful image of the distant mountains shines in the sun, much like * *.

Time goes by like water, and I look for the heart of spring and gradually melt into the beautiful scenery of early spring. The snow at the foot sighs gently, which makes me feel a little pity and inexplicably sad in my heart. For this dying snow, for my unforgettable love that has already ended. In order to keep her promise, Cher made a final effort for her favorite winter, which really touched and admired people. However, my love is really sad. Maybe Cher died for beginning of spring. Can't I have a new spring and a new beginning? "yes! There must be! I also have the spring of love. " I said firmly.

3. It is required to use the composition of scene mixture. Winter with about 600 words is full of vitality. Winter is full of vitality, and she wakes up everything; Summer is full of vitality, she embellishes everything; Autumn is shy, she dyes the forest red; Winter is cold and depressing, making everything barren. People's vitality is set off incisively and vividly by the depression and indifference in winter. Look! People are not listless because of the cold in winter, and they curl up under the covers all day. People's work goes on and goes on regularly, and everyone looks more energetic. People coming and going in the street are full of energy, and they never give in to the depression and indifference in winter. Some small business vendors are even more clamorous and endless. In the bustling crowd, you can also see warm stoves, hot tea eggs and corn. Winter is beautiful, and the most touching thing is when he is wrapped in white.

Snow is white and flawless. She doesn't need any packaging. The beauty she shows is simple, but it brings infinite reverie ... everything is so simple and clear against the snow. Seeing all this, no one is not impressed by her beauty, but also makes people write many poems for him ... Recalling the snowy day last year, everything was covered with white. The judicial department insisted on using her hands, which were red with cold and without gloves, to try to catch this falling thing from the sky, but she obviously didn't cooperate and left quietly, only adding a little moisture to her hands. However, she had a special liking for my hair, and she fell on my hair smartly and wantonly, and refused to leave for a long time ... I remember when I was a child, I would have a snowball fight and make a snowman with my friends every snowy day. I had long hair at that time, too. Later, the two girls grew up in the same primary school but not in the same middle school, but on snowy days, we all went out together without gloves, leaving our footprints in the snow.

In the second day of junior high school, we were overwhelmed by the heavy study. In the first snow that year, the two girls didn't have a snowball fight as before, but just walked slowly in the snow holding each other's cold hands and singing their favorite song: "It's so cold, the snow is so deep."

Snowflakes are still attached to my hair and still fall on my hair. We walked on the playground for a long time. Finally, she said, "There seems to be a feeling of' holding your hand and growing old with your son'." We all laughed.

Although we shouldn't use this to describe us, I believe … in so many winters, we have gone through many days of holding hands and humming snowman. However, everything has an end, and we finally endure the pain of separation.

She finally left with her parents. Knowing this, I couldn't help myself, and tears flowed down unwillingly. I said to myself: don't cry, she will live better there and get better grades.

I always use these to comfort myself, but do they work? Once, I received a letter from her. She asked me to forgive her for leaving without saying goodbye. She doesn't know how to face me when I grow old with my son. She said that she missed the snow in her hometown, the "Snow White", the girl who insisted on walking with her in the snow without gloves even if it was cold, and the simple agreement. Finally, she wants me to get better and better grades and work hard with her.

On my way home, I don't know which record store happened to play Mavis Fan's Snowman. The cold timbre and soft melody add a bit of silence to the snowy evening. "Snow, piece by piece, spell out the fate of you and me. Seeing that spring is coming, I will no longer exist ... "Mo, I feel how this life feels like a snowman being piled up and melted. Although the way of existence has changed, isn't the essence of snow a clear spring? She breeds the arrival of spring, irrigates the growth of summer and displays the fruits of autumn ... so, I love winter, her purity and uniqueness, and she symbolizes hope and the arrival of spring.

4. Write a composition by blending scenes and describe the mood of the characters through scenes. For the purpose of (b, d), the author wrote the scenery of the white grass garden full of vitality and scenes.

For a long time, when people analyze the relationship between Baicaoyuan and San Tan Yin Yue, the mainstream view is that they are opposite. It is believed that the freshness, brightness and magic of Herb Garden are in sharp contrast with the gloom, dullness, sternness and tasteless of San Tan Yin Yue, which respectively contain the author's strong feelings of praise and criticism.

But now it is generally believed that even the strict reflection of the moon on the three pools is a part of the author's beautiful life, and it is also full of the author's childlike innocence at that time, rather than bondage.

Therefore, the suggested answer is: BD

I hope I can help you!

5. Write a 300-word essay about my hometown autumn scenery. Miss Xia left, and Miss Qiu will come again. It must be three hundred years later. With a snap of her finger, the grass turned yellow and the petals fell off. With a wave of her wand, all the leaves withered. At the same time, it is telling people that "autumn is here".

The farmland in my hometown is full of joy. Every corn in the farmland is full, and everyone stands upright, just like a proud guard; There are some manes on the corn tip, which looks like an old man with a beard.

People in the orchard are not idle, and fruit farmers are picking kiwifruit hard. Seeing the good harvest this year, the fruit farmers smiled. I believe I can get a good price in the market here. Don't look at these kiwis, they are ugly; It's fluffy, but it's delicious. After peeling off the skin, there is green pulp inside and black seeds in the middle. Sweet and sour.

Hutai No.8 is not to be outdone, and Hutai No.8 is also world famous. It begins with sowing, germination, flowering and fruiting. Withstood the exposure of the scorching sun and the test of wind and rain, the current Hutai No.8, every

A grape is full of sunshine and water. All this comes from the hard work of fruit farmers, who water grapes, weed and kill pests. Hutai No.8 is thin and thick, sweet and sour, and very delicious.

Persimmons in my hometown are also delicious. In my uncle's alley, every family grows persimmon trees. Autumn has come and the persimmons are ripe. These persimmons look like fire from a distance and like small lanterns from a close look. They are very beautiful. Not only beautiful. It's delicious, too Sweet, a little astringent.

Autumn is the harvest season, some people harvest the banker, some people harvest success, some people harvest joy, and some people harvest knowledge.

I like autumn.

I hope I can help you, and I hope to adopt it!

6. Write a composition with a blend of scenes-moonlight on the lotus pond.

Han Han, the second best blogger on Sina Blog, once said in an article that Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond should not be included in high school textbooks. In fact, this sentence is understandable, because it is difficult for a little boy born in a modern metropolis to understand the feelings of a family member in his twenties at that time (1927). But such arbitrariness has greatly reduced the young talent in my mind, which is exactly what Wang Shuo said: ignorance and fearlessness. I don't know what Han Han thinks now. After all, he is a big boy. I want to interpret teacher Zhu's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond in my own way.

I'm very upset these days. Everyone is in a bad mood, so write concisely. ) Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond passing by every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door. Calm down to find spiritual support and go to the lotus pond to see the lotus.

Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak. The observation at the scene is consistent with the mood, but the mood is slightly better.

I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone; I just appreciate the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance. A person can think calmly, which is a very subtle thing to ease the mood.

On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high above the water, like a slim skirt. Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some are in bud. Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind. Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the treetops, and the bushes in the high places cast uneven and mottled shadows, but they seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven, but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican. Leaves, flowers, moonlight and blue mist are all written, and the author is simply a performing artist.

Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, high and low, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But it's theirs, and I have nothing. Trees, distant mountains, lights, cicadas and frogs interfere with the beauty in my mood. )

I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties, which can be roughly known from the poems. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. It is well said in Liang Yuan's "Lotus Picking Fu": Therefore, the demon child is a woman, and she goes boating: [Yi Bird] is the first Xu Hui, and also the feather cup; I can move, algae can hang, boats can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After long summer, in late spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. I'm afraid of touching the petticoats and laughing, and I'm afraid of leaning over the boat and getting together. It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now. (Think of the joy and mood of enjoying peace in the distant south of the Yangtze River and the ancients)

Then I remembered the sentence in "Xizhou Qu": Lotus is picked in Nantang in autumn, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -thinking like this, I suddenly looked up and felt that it was my own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time. To cultivate yourself, you have to return to reality. )

7. Describe the beauty of the morning with rhetorical and situational writing methods such as metaphor and personification. Why did you get up early today and the sun hasn't come out yet? I climbed to the top of XX and was lucky enough to see the sun rise. It feels so beautiful! As soon as the first ray of the sun emerged from the continuous mountain line in the east, the shadows began to hide everywhere, behind stones, in leaves and under sharp grass leaves ... and everything began to wake up and celebrate the arrival of a beautiful day happily. Flowers covered with heavy dewdrops danced with the wind and shook their heads, as if to say, "monarch of the world, we salute you." They are very proud. People like to know that they have beautiful beauty, especially when the sunlight reflects the dew on the petals into gold, which is even more breathtaking. When the birds wake up, they sing soft and cheerful hymns. They know that they are happier than others, and they know how to cherish the morning time more. So they opened their hazy eyes, combed their feathers, jumped in the forest and kept shouting.