Writing a composition in Huangcaoba

1. A poem describing Huangcaoba is located in the northwest of He Chun Town, Hongta District, Yunnan Province. There are beautiful land, beautiful natural scenery, rich field atmosphere and colorful Yi customs.

..... This is the Huangcaoba in Yuxi with the reputation of "Shangri-La". Although there is the word "yellow grass", the yellow grass dam in spring presents a vibrant scene, with bamboos swaying in the wind, tall trees building natural balconies and winding paths leaving infinite reverie. Standing in the jungle on the hillside, you can have a panoramic view of the whole dam: weeds, flowers, chirping birds, grasslands and fields stretching in front of and behind the mountain are all shrouded in spring smoke. The most striking thing is that the rape flowers all over the mountain are blooming unscrupulously: clusters of flowers, branches of flowers, flowers of flowers, a golden field; The sky is blue, the ground is gold, and the colors are attractive, which makes people breathless. Farmhouse is the most beautiful in spring!

2. Write an article to commemorate Zhu Ziqing's birthday 1 10 anniversary. The following is a reprint of Wan Fenglin.

Qifeng Green Ridge, dense and strange, is a beautiful karst mountains. You are the first person to discover and debunk this secret. Wan Fenglin, there is a peak on the peak, a hole in the peak, water in the hole, and people; There are villages on the peak, peaks under the village, and townships between the peaks and villages.

The time to break this secret was the third day after the Mid-Autumn Festival 370 years ago. On this day, it rained heavily and my feet were slippery.

It is no accident that you became famous. From the year you got married at the age of 22 to the year before your death, you were engaged in tourism for 33 years and visited 19 provinces, cities and autonomous regions in the motherland with your feet.

Feet, read, keep walking. Often shuttle between mountains and ravines, because I don't like flatness.

Pingping is like a bowl of clear water, which does not know how to hide and lacks mystery. What you can get at a glance is not what you want.

Your ambition is far away, in the mountains and rivers invisible to the naked eye. Now I often wonder how those inaccessible Changfeng, the desolation of the hinterland, the danger of tigers and wolves, and the foggy cliffs have surrendered to your feet. Through the blood-soaked lines in your travel notes, I saw your strength and your simplest survival in the wild.

At the place where the traditional Chinese characters suddenly turn, I see your feet. Yes, your toes bite the vamp, the hardships and pains of trudging in rocks, thorns, horse manure, rain and snow, your diligence of "getting up in the morning and leaving after dinner", and a lonely figure walking through the peak forest, with footprints bending the mountainside like sheep intestines. You are known as the "Wonder Man of the Ages" and your travel notes are known as the "First Wonder Book of the Ages".

Qian, a famous scholar in the Qing Dynasty, said in "Travel Notes of Tuoxu": ... Mr. visited all the notes, and there are real words, Dai Mengji and strange words in this world. You have explored more than 270 caves in southwest China, and you are an outstanding pioneer in exploring karst landforms extensively and meticulously in China and even in the world.

Joseph Needham, a British historian of science and technology, commented on you like this: "His travel notes are not written by scholars in the17th century, but like the field investigation records in the 20th century." In the history of science and technology in China, Needham raised the contribution of Your Travels to the modern level of western geography.

In other words, the secret of karst landforms in southwest China you discovered 370 years ago was hundreds of years earlier than western geography. This perfect conclusion once made me stand on the pavilion in Wan Fenglin, Xingyi City, Southwest Guizhou, looking at the endless peak forest, which made me extremely happy and excited.

At that moment, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and lifted the drink bottle, suddenly remembering your arduous journey of "quenching hunger with wild fruits and quenching thirst with clear springs" in the wild. Think of your glorious poem: "There are so many peaks in the world, and only here can the peaks become forests."

You are a geographer, traveler and writer in the Ming Dynasty. After you printed Wan Fenglin on your feet all the way, you left an immortal famous sentence, "A thousand miles is magnificent, which is a wonderful victory for the southwest."

I think you are the first person to introduce the beautiful scenery of Wan Fenglin to the world. I read a chapter or two of the diary of a trip to Guizhou, and I walked twice under the night light with my cigarette, but I couldn't find it.

I dare say that I have never embraced a person's theory so seriously and carefully in my life. This is your first time. At that moment, I was disappointed

Outside the window, the rain fell from the mountain and beat my window lattice for no reason. I am not reconciled.

I read your travel notes in spring, and I am in high spirits, like a green field full of spring. Finally, in the next diary of Yunyou II, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the crops are getting richer, I saw your belated footsteps, trampling on the tranquility of Wan Fenglin in the past.

I think Wan Fenglin at that time should be under the jurisdiction of Yunnan. Mid-Autumn Festival, this is a sensitive word.

I guess, in your hometown, in a house in Jiangyin, Jiangsu, when your old mother was enjoying the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, you were trudging in a rugged mountain somewhere. At that time, it was raining all the time, and your back, which will never be twisted out, was tilted and stuck in the rain.

There are some simple shadows. You are a very filial person. After your father died, you want to follow the old saying, "A lesson is here, not a long journey".

But your mother is a cultured and sensible woman. She encourages you to say, "As a man and a gentleman, you should aim in all directions. Go out to travel! Go to heaven and earth to stretch your mind and broaden your knowledge.

How can I stay at home and do nothing, because I am here, like a chicken in the fence and a pony on the shaft? "You walked out of the house, this is a 33-year journey, which has gone out of more than 600,000 words of travel notes. I often imagine your lonely back as a painting, in which you are silent, head down, curly hair covers most of your face, and a foot-long beard has rusted; The cuffs and trouser legs were scraped out by thorns, and these cloths swayed with the wind; There is still wet blood on your feet, but the crutch (actually a branch) in your withered hand is still calm; Sometimes you stop to look at the terrain, and sometimes you listen to some rare tits. I think you belong to nature and rivers and lakes.

You passed through Wan Fenglin on August 1638. "Ping Ming, it's raining.

Go down the mountain after dinner. Luo Zhuang is in the east, far in the south, and Luo Zhuang branches from Xilaoling and Donghuan Road.

There are mounds moving eastward from the western boundary and stone peaks protruding westward from the eastern boundary in the dock. The road runs northbound according to the western boundary, overlooking the far peak in the eastern boundary, with dangerous peaks separated and branches competing ... Building this group of peaks, the southwest starts here and the northeast ends in Daozhou, stretching for thousands of miles, which is the wonder of the southwest, which is also the pole of the southwest. "

I found these ancient characters in Travel Notes of Yunnan 2. Looking up at these words, I think they are green, like beautiful mountains and rivers, and noble at the same time.

I would like to communicate with them silently, because they were trampled by walkers on the mountain road in the late Ming Dynasty. In these words, there is your youthful travel ambition of "a gentleman faces the blue sea and the sky is dark".

These words are full of tenacious, simple, indifferent and hard-working heartbeat. These words are closely related to a person's will and destiny, and are indelible for the present and the future.

These words are kind, because they record the place where I live day and night. Although they have been lying quietly in a bright travel book for centuries, their value has soared in silence.

Today, when you pass by, I think there are more than 100 stockades in Wan Fenglin.

3. Write an article to commemorate Zhu Ziqing's birthday 1 10 anniversary. The following is a reprint of Wan Fenglin.

Qifeng Green Ridge, dense and strange, is a beautiful karst mountains. You are the first person to discover and debunk this secret. Wan Fenglin, there is a peak on the peak, a hole in the peak, water in the hole, and people; There are villages on the peak, peaks under the village, and townships between the peaks and villages.

The time to break this secret was the third day after the Mid-Autumn Festival 370 years ago. On this day, it rained heavily and my feet were slippery.

It is no accident that you became famous. From the year you got married at the age of 22 to the year before your death, you were engaged in tourism for 33 years and visited 19 provinces, cities and autonomous regions in the motherland with your feet.

Feet, read, keep walking. Often shuttle between mountains and ravines, because I don't like flatness.

Pingping is like a bowl of clear water, which does not know how to hide and lacks mystery. What you can get at a glance is not what you want.

Your ambition is far away, in the mountains and rivers invisible to the naked eye. Now I often wonder how those inaccessible Changfeng, the desolation of the hinterland, the danger of tigers and wolves, and the foggy cliffs have surrendered to your feet. Through the blood-soaked lines in your travel notes, I saw your strength and your simplest survival in the wild.

At the place where the traditional Chinese characters suddenly turn, I see your feet. Yes, your toes bite the vamp, the hardships and pains of trudging in rocks, thorns, horse manure, rain and snow, your diligence of "getting up in the morning and leaving after dinner", and a lonely figure walking through the peak forest, with footprints bending the mountainside like sheep intestines. You are known as the "Wonder Man of the Ages" and your travel notes are known as the "First Wonder Book of the Ages".

Qian, a famous scholar in the Qing Dynasty, said in "Travel Notes of Tuoxu": ... Mr. visited all the notes, and there are real words, Dai Mengji and strange words in this world. You have explored more than 270 caves in southwest China, and you are an outstanding pioneer in exploring karst landforms extensively and meticulously in China and even in the world.

Joseph Needham, a British historian of science and technology, commented on you like this: "His travel notes are not written by scholars in the17th century, but like the field investigation records in the 20th century." In the history of science and technology in China, Needham raised the contribution of Your Travels to the modern level of western geography.

In other words, the secret of karst landforms in southwest China you discovered 370 years ago was hundreds of years earlier than western geography. This perfect conclusion once made me stand on the pavilion in Wan Fenglin, Xingyi City, Southwest Guizhou, looking at the endless peak forest, which made me extremely happy and excited.

At that moment, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and lifted the drink bottle, suddenly remembering your arduous journey of "quenching hunger with wild fruits and quenching thirst with clear springs" in the wild. Think of your glorious poem: "There are so many peaks in the world, and only here can the peaks become forests."

You are a geographer, traveler and writer in the Ming Dynasty. After you printed Wan Fenglin on your feet all the way, you left an immortal famous sentence, "A thousand miles is magnificent, which is a wonderful victory for the southwest."

I think you are the first person to introduce the beautiful scenery of Wan Fenglin to the world. I read a chapter or two of the diary of a trip to Guizhou, and I walked twice under the night light with my cigarette, but I couldn't find it.

I dare say that I have never embraced a person's theory so seriously and carefully in my life. This is your first time. At that moment, I was disappointed

Outside the window, the rain fell from the mountain and beat my window lattice for no reason. I am not reconciled.

I read your travel notes in spring, and I am in high spirits, like a green field full of spring. Finally, in the next diary of Yunyou II, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the crops are getting richer, I saw your belated footsteps, trampling on the tranquility of Wan Fenglin in the past.

I think Wan Fenglin at that time should be under the jurisdiction of Yunnan. Mid-Autumn Festival, this is a sensitive word.

I guess, in your hometown, in a house in Jiangyin, Jiangsu, when your old mother was enjoying the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, you were trudging in a rugged mountain somewhere. At that time, it was raining all the time, and your back, which will never be twisted out, was tilted and stuck in the rain.

There are some simple shadows. You are a very filial person. After your father's death, you want to follow the old adage, "Be an official if you study well, and don't travel far".

But your mother is a cultured and sensible woman. She encourages you to say, "As a man and a gentleman, you should aim in all directions. Go out to travel! Go to heaven and earth to stretch your mind and broaden your knowledge.

How can I stay at home and do nothing, because I am here, like a chicken in the fence and a pony on the shaft? "You walked out of the house, this walk is a 33-year journey, and this walk has gone out of more than 600,000 words of travel notes. I often imagine your lonely back as a painting, in which you are silent, head down, curly hair covers most of your face, and a foot-long beard has rusted; The cuffs and trouser legs were scraped out by thorns, and these cloths swayed with the wind; There is still wet blood on your feet, but the crutch (actually a branch) in your withered hand is still calm; Sometimes you stop to look at the terrain, and sometimes you listen to some rare tits. I think you belong to nature and rivers and lakes.

You passed through Wan Fenglin on August 1638. "Ping Ming, it's raining.

Go down the mountain after dinner. Luo Zhuang is in the east, far in the south, and Luo Zhuang branches from Xilaoling and Donghuan Road.

There are mounds moving eastward from the western boundary and stone peaks protruding westward from the eastern boundary in the dock. The road runs northbound according to the western boundary, overlooking the far peak in the eastern boundary, with dangerous peaks separated and branches competing ... Building this group of peaks, the southwest starts here and the northeast ends in Daozhou, stretching for thousands of miles, which is the wonder of the southwest, which is also the pole of the southwest. "

I found these ancient characters in Travel Notes of Yunnan 2. Looking up at these words, I think they are green, like beautiful mountains and rivers, and noble at the same time.

I would like to communicate with them silently, because they were trampled by walkers on the mountain road in the late Ming Dynasty. In these words, there is your youthful travel ambition of "a gentleman faces the blue sea and the sky is dark".

These words are full of tenacious, simple, indifferent and hard-working heartbeat. These words are closely related to a person's will and destiny, and are indelible for the present and the future.

These words are kind, because they record the place where I live day and night. Although they have been lying quietly in a bright travel book for centuries, their value has soared in silence.

Today, there are more than 100 stockades in Wan Fenglin. I think you are passing by.

4. Write 500 words on the scene in late spring. Spring is really beautiful.

Spring has come, grass has sprouted, peach blossoms have blossomed, pear blossoms have blossomed, swallows have flown back from the south, and willows are green. ...

How beautiful spring is! Spring is really like a loving mother's hand! I stood on the grass and felt someone stroking me gently. I thought, who could it be? I thought of my mother and tried to turn around and jump into her arms, but I missed it. Why? It's spring breeze!

How light the footsteps of Miss Chun are! She quietly came to the venue. Look, how beautiful the endless green wheat seedlings are! The breeze is blowing, the wheat seedlings are rolling forward, and a piece of golden rape blossoms opens Huang Chengcheng's smiling face. Groups of hardworking bees and lovely butterflies, watching this flower for a while, kissing that flower for a while, dancing and playing among the flowers and enjoying the infinite fun of spring.

Miss Chun came to the orchard. You see, the pink peach blossoms are blooming, the snow-white pear blossoms are blooming, and the flowers are floating over the orchard. Pink peach garden is like the flat peach garden in Journey to the West, very beautiful!

When Miss Spring came to the river bank, there was a furry green carpet on the hillside, dotted with wild flowers, and gold, pink, white, red and purple were in full bloom in the green grass. You see, the willows on the shore hang slender branches and dance in the breeze. The new buds on the branches stick out their "little heads" and the blue sky is blue. It blooms in the green grass. Look, the willows on the shore hang down slender branches, dancing in the breeze, and the new buds on the branches stick out their little heads. Under the blue sky, several pairs of swallows stopped on the wire like a staff, singing from time to time, and they were playing a hymn of spring.

Spring is so beautiful!

5. Write a composition with Miss Huang in my heart. As night fell, the lights began to bloom, and a soft moonlight shone through the treetops and landed on the windowsill. Looking up at the bright moon embedded in the sky, I think of our amiable and respectable teacher. They are like the bright moon, adding luster to our little stars and illuminating our way forward.

There are only a handful of teachers who have taught me since childhood. Only most of them have been forgotten, but only one, everything about her still appears in my heart from time to time. Maybe it's because I haven't been apart from her for a short time, but I think I will remember her inculcation after many years. She is my sixth grade English teacher, Miss Zhou. It is because of her that I fell in love with the beautiful English language.

Her language is humorous, and she can always make a few simple sentences contain humor. Every class can make us laugh and make those boring words and grammar lively and interesting. She also often expands our extracurricular knowledge, but every time she makes us forget everything. But it always allows us to learn knowledge in this relaxed and happy atmosphere ... Besides, she also brings me the most precious gift-sincere encouragement when I am frustrated.

I still remember that it was the morning of the oral English competition, the final preparation before the competition, but my performance was not so satisfactory. I am such a perfectionist who pursues perfection. The inner depression came like a flood, and the eyes were "eroded" by tears, flowing straight down like broken beads. She called me to her side and said kindly, "You are great. If this little emotion affects the afternoon game, isn't it a waste of effort? " Said, and wiped away a little tears for me. This short sentence, this simple action is like a good prescription, which has healed the scars in my heart. Encouraged by her voice, sure enough, I passed the competition in the afternoon.

At that time, she was our deputy head teacher. I still remember that on the eve of the final competition of cucurbit silk, the cucurbit silk played by our class not only had no musical charm, but was more like a livestock slaughterhouse, with various voices coming and going, which was very disharmonious. Our former class teacher happened to pass by and even commented that we were not as good as our second-grade brothers and sisters, and our mood was very bleak. At this time, it was she who spent a lot of time leading us to turn the slaughterhouse-like voice into wonderful notes, so that we beat his class in the competition and won the first prize.

She may not have the greatness of "the silkworm dies, and the candle tears are exhausted every night", but she has the silent dedication of "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently" and asking for nothing in return.

At night, the bright moon is surrounded by small stars, which is especially bright.

Dear Miss Zhou, you will be an important chapter in my heart that I will never forget!

6. Write a landscape composition like the first lesson of grade six. It takes more than 500 words to write a composition. I'm exhausted after walking for so long. Let's go home for dinner. Suddenly mom's cell phone rang, oh! It's my brother-in-law "Hello, Mom, Ashan just gave birth to a daughter", "Oh, good, good, just be safe". Hearing this, my heart is like a pot of boiling water, and I am so excited that I will overflow.

Haha, not only has the status improved, but also because the same Amanome has another member in the new year. Everyone is full of excitement and excitement ... I hope the baby knows how to be grateful to his parents and care for the people around him.

Feel the Spring Festival and keep it beautiful!

On the way back to my hometown, the lights on both sides of the street light up, and the whole street seems to be brand-new, with twinkling stars, which makes people think! Although the journey home is about nine hours and I am very tired, I am still very excited and curious!

With the festive red, the Spring Festival comes quietly. With the sound of firecrackers, the new year began. Happy New Year, teachers and students! Everyone paid New Year greetings to friends and relatives that night! Besides firecrackers, the spring breeze also sends warmth into Tu Su! Crackling firecrackers are like symphonies; "Ha ha, come and see, set off firecrackers!" Cousin shouted loudly, many children gathered, a string of firecrackers resounded through the sky one after another, and firecrackers splashed everywhere, as if to send good wishes to the streets again, and firecrackers came one after another, which was very lively.

7. Looking at Huangguoshu from far to near, it's summer vacation. My parents took me to Huangguoshu Waterfall, the largest waterfall in Asia and a famous scenic spot in China.

Huangguoshu Waterfall is located in the southwest of Guizhou Province, with a height of 77.8m and a width of 1.0 1 m. It is the only waterfall in the world that can be viewed from six directions: up, down, front, back, left and right. It is also the only waterfall in the world where the water curtain cave (1.34m) naturally runs through and can be heard, seen and touched from the cave.

Because there was a lot of rain this year, when we went, the water in the waterfall was very large and spectacular. The snow foam smoke aroused by the waterfall is hundreds of meters high and floats all over the sky. It is drizzling around the waterfall. It's like rain in Mao Mao, so we can't take pictures beside the waterfall. In order not to regret, we finally put on local national costumes and asked local photographers to take pictures for us.

After water curtain cave, our clothes were soaked and we felt cool. When we were walking, a rainbow suddenly appeared in the water. I immediately took out my camera and took a photo. After a while, the rainbow disappeared.

The water stone forest on Tianxing Bridge is very interesting. The sun shines on the stone forest, sparkling and beautiful. There are birthday stones. I found mine, and I helped my parents find their birthday girl and took photos.

I love Huangguoshu Waterfall and will come again next time.