Write a landscape composition of 700 words in the first day of junior high school

No matter in school or in society, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that one can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following are 10 landscape writing compositions of about 700 words that I collected for you, hoping to help you.

On the first day, write a landscape composition of about 700 words 10 1 "Be a guest in Qingcheng, don't spit on Qingcheng. Because of his love for Zhang Renshan, Dan Ti is close to seclusion. "The beautiful Qingcheng Mountain is a fairy in my heart, and I always meet her in poems and dreams.

Last summer vacation, I finally met her. After about two hours' drive, it was noon, and we were so excited that we came to the fascinating Qingcheng Houshan.

As soon as I entered the forest, I was greeted by a cool feeling. It was really refreshing to step on the mossy stone steps. The rugged stone road stretches forward along the winding mountain road, like a long snake crawling lazily in the forest. The stream by the road roared and poured down, hitting the boulder in the stream, instantly turning into finely divided pearls and scattered in the rushing stream. The crystal dew in the grass could not resist the temptation of green, jumped on the leaves and whispered with Ye Er. ...

As we walked and photographed, we crossed the tree-lined path and suddenly saw two rows of tall banyan trees. The trees were tall and straight, and their crowns were like clouds, just like handfuls of big umbrellas covering the sun, and like brave soldiers guarding this quiet treasure.

Laughing all the way, climbing the stairs, and soon came to the golden cableway. Sitting in the cable car, looking out from the window, there is a blue sky, which sets off flawless white clouds, such as a blue dress with white buttons, and the blue carpet is dotted with white clouds. Looking down, the winding narrow path slides down the mountain like a ribbon on a fairy.

The bell rang suddenly, thick and long, as if trying to break the intoxicating silence. Looking inside, there is a temple between the dense forests, with blue tiles and Zhu walls, and incense is lingering, just like a fairyland. ...

The lakes scattered around are more beautiful in the afterglow of the sunset. The blue lake is as clear as jade, the glow is sprinkled on the lake, and golden flowers are blooming. Did the little star in the sky fall into the bottom of the lake?

As night falls, wisps of fairy gas rise from the mountains, and occasionally a few melodious bird songs are particularly long in the depths of this silent forest. Looking up at the sky, the stars, bright or dark, lie like slender quicksand in distant galaxies. Under the shadow of the vast starry sky, Qingcheng Mountain is more quiet and mysterious. ...

I don't like charming spring, sad autumn and harsh winter. However, my favorite season is vibrant summer.

The scenery in summer is very different from that in spring. Flowers, grass, trees and rivers ... just after a season, they immediately changed the face of another Qvanxian Zhang.

Flowers in summer are no longer as weak as those in spring. At the moment, they are scrambling to open, and everyone wants to open before other flowers, so that people can see their beauty first. The flowers are blooming so brilliantly that they add a little color to the earth in summer. They no longer bow to the breeze like spring flowers and are crushed by light rain; Now, they are not afraid of the wind and rain, no longer bow to the wind and rain, but stand proudly on the earth and face the ups and downs.

The grass in summer is no longer so fragile as in spring. The grass was evenly spread into a huge, soft carpet, so green. The children were playing on it, but they didn't pay attention to their feet. What grass is tormented by them? However, will the grass be so fragile? The next day, didn't the curved grass stand up as tenaciously? Yes! It doesn't matter if you fall, what matters is that you can stand up when you fall!

Trees in summer are no longer saplings in spring, but become towering trees. In spring, the branches just spit out small green leaves, which fell to the ground in bits and pieces and were scattered on the branches by Miss Chun. Now, it is densely covered on the thick branches, and the leaves are uniform without revealing a crack. That green is too dazzling. From a distance, this tree seems to hold up a huge umbrella, caring for grass, flowers and people enjoying the cool.

In summer, the river is no longer pitiful, but has become a galloping white horse-like water. Grind the rough and ugly big stones in the river into small and exquisite pebbles and turn enemies into friends. Soon, a vivid scene by the river came, and birds sang in the music played by insect musicians; The breeze sets off the willow dance; The river sings in unison; Flowers and grass began to follow the rhythm; Butterflies flapped their beautiful wings briskly among the flowers; The whole picture is full of vitality.

In fact, there are many people in life, just like the scenery in summer. Some people are as fearless as summer flowers and do not bow to difficulties; Some people are as tenacious as grass in summer. They fall down and get up again. No matter how many times they go through it, they can stand up. Some people are like trees in summer, sheltering others from the wind and rain; Some people, like rivers in summer, turn ugly people into good people.

This is summer!

Write a landscape composition about 700 words in Grade One 10 3 You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

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One day in April, my grandmother and I went to a city to climb mountains.

Spring has arrived, everything is reviving, the garden is full of spring breeze, and red apricots are swaying in the wind.

In the deep mountains and forests, as soon as you step into the ground, the thick moisture permeates your nose. The roadside bushes are full of unknown flowers, shining like stars in the bushes, grinning, and the dense cobblestone paths meander forward, splitting the world in two like rivers.

The sound of running water came from my ear, as if there was a worldly master who was proficient in Falun hiding in this exotic garden. Shenlin was nowhere to be found, singing and dancing, and the empty valley echoed into a unique sound, accompanied by the wind passing through the leaves and making the sound of "brushing sand", and went to an early morning ensemble.

I saw grandma bending down to pick up a piece of red in the morning light.

Familiar memories suddenly flooded in. ...

There is a forest behind my grandmother's house. When I was a child, I went back to my grandmother's house with my mother. I always have to stay there for a long time.

Grandma likes to carry a bamboo basket and take me around the forest-recognizing flowers-and she tells me how many kinds of chrysanthemums the flower fairy has dyed into rainbows. You can see blue fireflies when you walk in the forest at night; Whoever picks a four-leaf clover will always be lucky. ...

But when I get older, I don't want to "travel around" with my grandmother. I began to like sitting under a tree alone, holding a broken camera and taking pictures everywhere-accidentally letting my grandmother into the box-and I have become proficient in using various mobile phone photography software when I grow up, but I still think it is more convenient to walk around with my grandmother's old camera.

"Grandma, is that camera still there?" I suddenly asked.

Grandma just picked up the flower hand and paused. Suddenly she looked back at me doubtfully, as if she didn't expect me to suddenly ask about the camera, or maybe she didn't know which camera I was referring to.

Grandma paused again and immediately replied, "I kept that camera for you when you were a child ..." A ramshackle flower hung on the tree. I picked up my mobile phone and couldn't help taking a picture of my grandmother.

In the photo, grandma is smiling brightly at the camera. The fallen flower has fallen on grandma's shoulder in an instant, leaving a gorgeous flower in the wind. People are more charming than flowers, and grandma crouches in the middle of the photo, blending in with the scenery.

What is the most beautiful scenery? "It's probably you, Yan whispering between the beams, love, warmth and hope. The old days are immortal expectations, and the return is a fleeting glimpse. "

I wrote about 700 words in the first grade 10 4. Some ancient and distant songs suddenly pulled me back to the green lotus pond. ...

That lotus pond is in the simple country, on my way to school, and it is very big. Seen from the nearby hillside, it looks like a square handkerchief embroidered with many green round flowers.

The lotus that jumped out of the water bloomed very early, and soon a pool of water in early summer was full, and the petals gathered towards the center, just like the smiling face of a newborn baby. Pink and white lotus flowers are crowded together, not bright red, nor thick or light pink, but soft, just too rigid, just easy to fold.

The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. Flying dragonflies are like bamboo dragonflies chasing leaps when they were young, which is different from chasing and playing during the day. At this moment, they all stood quietly on the lotus and swayed gently with the lotus. Occasionally, a few jump on the lotus, the transparent wings flap gently, and with the bright moonlight, they fall into the petals of lotus leaves a little, gathering half a pool of moonlight.

Lotus leaves shed a few drops of lost raindrops, reflecting a half-moon plate. The soft wind blows, shaking the flowers in the pool and blowing away the moon plate.

I still remember my cousin taking me to school and walking through the path by the field. It's not even five o'clock, it's not bright yet, and the moon has no intention of going down the mountain, hanging obliquely in the night sky. We crouched down furtively and looked for frogs in the lotus pond with old flashlights. They always take a quiet nap on the lotus leaf, occasionally stretch out their tongues, roll up their tongues and shrink their tongues, and mosquitoes will disappear instantly, with bulging cheeks and green coats hidden on the lotus leaf.

A frog croaked through the night sky and blew his horn, one after another, becoming a grand ensemble.

The domestic carp under the lotus leaf shuttled under the lotus leaf, and the dim moonlight sprinkled gently. The fish scales reflected cold silver light and were faintly shrouded in dreams, like a faint fog. The carp that jumped out of the water turned over and jumped into the water, and its tail was thrown hard and disappeared.

I picked up a flat stone, held it in my palm, buckled the edge with my index finger, threw it on the same plane of the water, tapped it three times on the water and sank into the water. Then, a stone jumped out of the water, rowed a few times and sank into the water again, but within two seconds, it jumped out of the water and stopped on the duckweed.

"What are you doing?" My brother bit the ears of wheat and fiddled with the water.

"No" I shook my head and continued to look for the broken moonlight, pieced together bit by bit.

The moonlight gently touches the waves on the water surface, causing ripples, and the brightness will reflect the surrounding into colorful halos, from shallow to deep, if there is something, it seems nothing.

The wind is a bit gloomy and terrible, and the sound of "Sasha Vujacic" is like a wild animal lurking in this quiet Yamashita.

Lotus pond, lotus pond, do you reflect me?

Day 1: Black and white tassels

Five years ago, Lijiang was not as famous as it is today. At that time, Lijiang had not yet integrated pop elements. She is like a simple girl, sleeping quietly in the southwest border of the motherland. ...

Shen Gu Xiang Zhai

In my impression, Lijiang is mostly criss-crossing and jumbled deep lanes. The road paved with green slate twists and turns, but there is no end in sight. On both sides of the alley are antique brick houses. Occasionally, there are large families with closed doors, which look sacred and solemn. Everywhere they went, they saw many elderly people in their 500 s, smiling and sitting on wooden rattan chairs, shaking their cattail fans. Weathered wrinkles exude a quaint beauty.

Liushuilanhua

It was winter, and the land in the north was flying all over the sky, but in the south, it was another scene. The clear river flows slowly into the distance along the canal. Several red carp swim around in the water, and some people sit on small stools and fish leisurely. Only these fishermen enjoyed fishing, but they didn't take the fish away. There are many orchids planted on both sides of the street, some of which have been opened, and the tender yellow flowers are delicate and charming, and they are full of vitality. Locals may

Snow mountain lakeshore

There is also a snow-capped mountain in Lijiang. Seen from a distance, the scenery on the mountain is very good. The top of the mountain is covered with snow and clouds all year round, and the foot of the mountain is green all year round, like Penglai fairyland in the middle. When I reached the bottom of the snowy mountain, the spectacular sight really shocked me. A white stone arch bridge spans the sapphire lake, and the majestic snow mountain is on the other side. Cattle with colorful decorations are walking slowly on the pebbles by the lake.

Many years later, I happened to see a program in Lijiang on TV. In an instant, long and deep alleys, rippling water and towering snow-capped mountains suddenly appeared in front of me. The patchwork pictures make up a beautiful picture scroll and become the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

Write a landscape composition about 700 words in the first day of junior high school 10 The rain in spring is not as violent as the rain in summer, the rain in autumn is sad, and the rain in winter is rare. It seems to be soft tulle, so comfortable and intoxicated.

Walking in the street, if it rains, don't be busy looking for shelter everywhere! How comfortable it is to walk slowly and be caught in this rare spring rain! Looking for shelter in a panic is something that can only be done in summer, so you don't have to worry about getting wet in spring. There will always be enough spring rain.

The fields are filled with the fragrance of the earth, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Walking in the fields at this time is undoubtedly a great enjoyment of life. When I was walking in the fields and feeling the fragrance of the earth, the sky in Wan Li, which was clear just now, suddenly became gloomy and the whole sky turned pale. The sky crossed a white line, and then silky raindrops fell one after another. At this time, the whole world turned gray, as if covered with a veil. Raindrops are still slanting across the sky, falling one after another. I stood in the field, quietly feeling the spring rain, just like a child feeling the gentle touch of a kind mother. I met the spring rain in the field. Just when I was intoxicated with the spring rain, it was as hot when it left as when it came. After the spring rain, the ground is not like Wang Yang after the summer rain. After a winter drought, the earth finally ushered in the spring rain, which smoothed the scars of the earth's cracks, slightly nourished the earth, nourished everything, and clothed the earth with green costumes. On the earth, the grass struggled to break through the ground and wanted to see the elegance of the spring rain; Willow can't wait to spit out buds and want to feel the spring rain; Hundreds of flowers rushed to spit out bright buds to welcome the arrival of the spring rain.

Spring rain and I always meet by chance. It seems to be just a naughty child, just coming and going. When it came without warning, the sky suddenly began to drizzle, and when I was enjoying the coolness brought by this spring rain, the rain stopped without warning.

I like spring rain, because it brings coolness in this restless season and soothes my impetuous heart; Spring rain has also given the earth a vibrant scene, and everything is celebrating the arrival of spring rain.

The spring rain is coming, and everything is reviving!

Good things are always short-lived, and spring rains always come and go in a hurry, refusing to stay for one more second. But I am willing to use ten minutes of my life for one more second of spring rain in the world.

In this spring when everything is recovering, I am willing to welcome that beautiful spring rain; I am willing to meet the gentle spring rain; I am willing to welcome the spring rain that brings new life to the earth!

Write about 700 words in the first day 10 7 Tianjin is one of the four municipalities directly under the central government, an important port in the north and a national heavy industry base. Today, Tianjin is being presented to the world with a brand-new look!

I have lived in Tianjin for fourteen years, and the great changes in Tianjin in recent years have made me a native of Tianjin dazzled! Tall buildings have mushroomed, shops have opened grandly, and highways lead to the distance. These changes make Tianjin more beautiful. There are countless beautiful scenery in Tianjin, let's start with the school where I fight day by day! From the original wall peeling off, it becomes the pink wall today, giving people a brand-new visual effect; The empty ground is instantly turned into a long corridor by the magician, which is a good place for students to rest during recess; The school has also installed a home-school networking system, so that parents can know the time when students enter and leave the school as soon as they swipe their cards, and the safety of students will be guaranteed; The teacher's explanation in class has also become multimedia teaching. Multimedia teaching can not only arouse students' enthusiasm, but also make students have a deeper impression on what they have learned! The change of the school has made the flowers of the motherland have a good learning environment. "Now my hometown is really different." People lived in buildings and their living conditions improved significantly.

Especially the stinking ditch in front of the wasteland that everyone hates has changed a lot. Before the renovation, the stinking ditch stinks, and no one passing by walks away without covering their noses. The river is really "everything": domestic garbage, plastic bags and rotten leaves are floating on the river. After several months of intense construction, the girl after bathing is presented to people with a brand-new attitude, surrounded by willows, like a dancer dancing with the wind. Under their protection, colorful flowers are also competing to open. Bees and butterflies are dancing in the bushes. People passing by here can't help but admire: "What a beautiful picture!"

"The river hugs you, the sea hugs you, and the earth is green and willows; Mountains surround you, roads surround you, and Chinese rose flowers bloom on the earth. Your green fields are full of gold, and your golden streets are full of blue flowers. In the water god, there is endless prosperity. You are simple and broad-minded, and you are full of energy at the door of the sea. Ah, beautiful and bright Tianjin, I love you! Ah, brilliant Tianjin, I love you! " What poetic lyrics! It praised the incomparable Tianjin!

About 700 words 10 8 I only see a mountain spring, which gently gurgles and drains the last drop of summer rhyme, ushering in a lonely, poetic and true autumn. In autumn, the wind becomes refreshing, thorough and clear, and you will feel physically comfortable. However, famous sentences about autumn abound, but you can only choose one saying that autumn is long and better than spring fragrance, while most of the others write that autumn is bleak and autumn flowers are getting cold. Because the autumn leaves have fallen, in the yard, it is gray and yellow, and there is still a layer of melancholy in my heart. However, the leisurely thoughts of modern people finally put on a layer of poetic gauze for autumn, on the high mountain top, under the long blue sky and under the towering tung trees.

We are standing on the red and yellow autumn leaves, listening to his rustling sound, feeling such a pleasant cool breeze, which really exists around you, and it is inevitable that someone will recite poems. "There are cold oranges and pomelo, and there are old Chinese parasol trees in autumn", "It's as cold as water in the morning and evening, sitting and watching morning glory and weaving stars". I think, this is a season to wash away lead China, and it is also so real, and the bright coat has faded, leaving only a sincerity. Countless flowers tear off their camouflage in sincere autumn, feel comfortable and brew sweeter fragrance, just for next spring and summer. Of course, at this time, chrysanthemums, who are indifferent to everything, are shallow and stand high, just don't want people's eyes to dim because of their temperament.

Or the morning glow, or the sunset glow on the mountain street, sitting alone in autumn colors, mountains, light clouds, far slopes, near trees, birds singing and insects singing, sitting in the sky, a distant autumn music leaps in my heart. Some people say that picking up a pebble that has kissed autumn water is a collection of autumn feelings. Yes, it's beautiful as autumn, and it's crisp in autumn. I borrow a word, standing on the horizon, just to enjoy autumn. Cool season, comfortable autumn.

Write a landscape composition about 700 words on the first day 10 9. It may go deep into the sky, it may be an endless cape, and there is only the sound of waves beating in the misty ears. Looking from a distance, it is the distant light that streaks across the sky and passes through the tears in my eyes. It is fleeting, just like melting into the clear sky, and everything will usher in a cloudless Wan Li.

I always climb up step by step with full expectations, just to see the scenery I yearn for and the scenery on the top of the mountain. I went there in my dream more than once, but it was all vague, but when I started climbing, the scenery in that dream became clearer and brighter. So I firmly believe that one day I will pull it out of my dream and witness and remember it with my clearest mind, and the only way to achieve all this is to reach the top of the mountain.

This mountain seems different from any you have ever seen. It is like an infinite height, so that most observers are surprised by the mountain and laugh at us who are overreaching; But also, I can only sigh for these discouraged people because they didn't see the charm of the top of the mountain in their dreams.

Furthermore, I feel sorry for those who gave up on the way to climb. They are as eager to see the scenery on the top of the mountain as I am, just because they are not as lucky as me. After all, there are two brothers by my side.

On the way to climb, it is inevitable to step into some dense areas and occasionally get trapped by the Woods on the ridge. In this case, I will only hesitate because I don't know what to do. But this time, one of my brothers, he will appear by my side. He always leads me out of trouble in various ways and helps me find a way to go. He has such rich exploration experience that he can walk in front of me, but he will always be with me. His name is Dream.

In the process of rising, I sometimes face a desperate situation and don't know when something goes wrong. At this moment, I look at the stone blocking the road and the cliff cutting my waist. I will not be content, I will give up. After all, it is too hard and tired to find the right way again. At this moment, my other brother will come out without my knowledge, call me, lift me up and guide me on the right path until I wake up. At that time, he would smile and say to me, don't lose heart, see you next time. This is my other brother, Hope.

Until now, I have been climbing mountains. After all, the top of the mountain is too far away, which makes people feel out of reach. However, I am not alone. I'm not the only one trying to conquer this mountain called the summit of life and ideals. I am looking forward to reaching the peak of my life and the ideal moment, and witnessing the beautiful sky, dreams and hopes of Wan Li with my brothers.

Junior one: Wu Zhenhao

About 700 words of landscape composition in the first day of junior high school 10 10 It is raining in Mao Mao under the eaves, and it is ticking. I sat by the window and watched the rain drop by drop. I don't know if the naughty brother Xing made Sister Yun cry. Sister Yun cried very sadly, and her tears fell to the ground. Some tears fell to the ground and didn't stay. They jumped hard and jumped into a thirsty grass. The grass immediately raised its head and chest after drinking small tears. A small tear jumped in front of a big tree. Uncle Tree drank the little tears and straightened his chest. Sister Yun still cried and cried, and her tears brought fresh air.

I was daydreaming that it was time to go to school. I quickly put on my schoolbag, picked up my umbrella and hurried out of the house. I walked slowly on the road with an umbrella. Sister Yun's tears fell on the leaves and rolled on the trees, flashing. Suddenly a tear rolled down from a leaf, and the leaf below reached out to pick it up, but it was too short to catch it, only to hear the tear fall to the ground with a bang.

I estimated that time was running out, so I stepped up my pace. The road ahead began to get muddy, and I walked with difficulty. At this time, Sister Yun's little tears began to be naughty. It jumped on my umbrella and my umbrella snapped. It jumped on my schoolbag and my schoolbag was wet.

When I reached out to feel the rain, it touched my hand. It feels like lying in my mother's arms when I was a child, and my mother stroked her with warm hands. It seems that when I was holding the baby again, he reached out and touched my face.

When I came to school, the school playground was full of water. Sister Yun's tears fell into the water and gave a "thud". It seems to be shouting, "I have become water, too." When I stepped on them, I made a "splash", as if to say together, "We want to fly."

After class, the campus was quiet, only the sound of reading aloud and answering questions. And the sound of raindrops is with us.