A composition about the scene at the seaside. A 297-word composition about the scene at dusk at the seaside.

The gentle sea breeze ruffled the calm and blue sea, and the crowds crowded during the day had long since dispersed. I stood on the shore full of seafood, enjoying the pleasure of the sea breeze hitting my cheeks, and I was very excited.

The waves swallowed up the footprints on the beach one after another, and the raging waves were telling the silent beach its loneliness and melancholy.

The gorgeous sunset covers the western sky, full of dreamy colors, silently setting off the bright red sunset. But the setting sun is like a drunken poet, throwing himself into the sea with all his heart. The wind is blowing slowly, and the sea is swaying, swaying... In the shadow of the deep sunset, it is so quiet and peaceful. As far as the eye can see, the vast sea is dyed a dazzling bright red, seeming to tell people the eulogy of life.

The sun sank lower and gradually dispersed its light. It was as red as a big and round moon.

The purple fog rose and enveloped all the scenes. Only the bright moon hangs in the sky, very clear and light, like a bodhi leaf, as light as fine sand and as thin as a cicada's wing.

"The setting clouds and solitary swans fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky." Sitting alone on the beach, admiring the dusk, the wings of day and night evoke my youthful feelings* **.

Appreciate the beautiful scenery and praise the beautiful scenery. The sea at dusk is so beautiful that I never want to leave. A 297-word essay about the scene of dusk at the seaside

The wild geese are circling on the sea, their wings are passing over the sea, and golden flowers are shining, and their smooth backs are shining brightly in the setting sun. Isn’t this the time for " The sunset and the solitary swan fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky!" What a beautiful scene! This ecstatic scene made me close my eyes for a long, long time...

A gust of cool wind blew by, and I couldn't help but shudder. I saw that dark clouds blocked the afterglow of the sun, and wild geese shuttled through the dark clouds. They seemed to be trying their best to get rid of the dark clouds. The desolate raindrops are wrapped in endless loneliness and loneliness. The dead leaves picked by the raindrops fluttered to the earth and fell into the boundless sea. That rain made me sigh with emotion. Once upon a time, how many rains and winds did those young leaves experience? When did the lush green leaves turn haggard? Sentimental rain, those fallen leaves, are thanking you, thanking you for letting them return to their roots. Do you hear it?

The rain is pattering, and the fishing boats are drifting in the distance. Have you already returned home with a full load? Why is your family still waiting anxiously at the door? Will you be able to withstand this life of ups and downs? You who are far away in the world, do you know how much your family cares about you? Can you remember the feeling of fallen leaves returning to their roots? Can you understand the heartache of "the sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world"? ! A composition for primary school students describing the seaside scenery of Qingdao?

Qingdao is my hometown. Speaking of Qingdao, what I have to mention is the sea in Qingdao. When spring comes, on the seaside of Qingdao, the sea breeze blows and waves rise on the rippling blue sea. Some of these waves are playing, some are chasing, some are blowing the horn of joy, and some are welcoming us.

When summer comes, the sea in Qingdao has a different kind of romance. The water and sky are the same color, which is very spectacular. Therefore, it attracts a large number of tourists to flock to the sea. People can't wait to jump into the embrace of the sea and have a close contact with the sea. Therefore, the sea in Qingdao allows everyone to truly experience the feeling of "making dumplings".

When autumn comes, although the sea in Qingdao is no longer as lively and noisy as in summer, the sea is not lonely at all because there are a large number of seagulls coming to keep company with the sea. The waves hit the shore, and the waves rippled, as if calling to the seagulls. The seagulls seemed to hear the call of the sea and flew towards the sea one after another.

When winter comes, the north wind blows hard and the sea becomes angry. The waves became fierce, and on the turbulent sea, only winter swimmers were swimming in the waves, which seemed to interpret the pride of the people on the beach.

The sea gives Qingdao everything beautiful. I like my hometown, and I even prefer the sea in my hometown in all four seasons! The sea is often associated with "eternity", but if you are good at observing, you can taste the different flavors of the sea in different seasons. The rippling spring, the noisy summer, the autumn accompanied by seagulls, and the turbulent winter all have their own charms in your writing. What’s even more rare is that what you record is not just the sea, but also the different fun of the seaside people in the four seasons, and your deep friendship with the sea as you love the sea.