Writing essay on Luhua Village in summer

Writing a composition about Luhua Village in summer

1. Writing a composition about the countryside in summer Xia

"Tick-tock, tick-tock" It started to rain heavily outside the window. Oh, I saw it, those were summer footsteps.

Gently, she stepped into the mountains. The mountains suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of plain white silver gauze. The mountains are blurred; the books and trees are blurred. The catkin-like rain fairy floated down and swallowed up the thousands of miles of green mountains in an instant. Ah, spring - bold and bold.

Slowly, she stepped into the field. Her beautiful figure is flying everywhere in the fields. She played happily with Uncle Tianye, and the water splashed so high, just like her clear spring-like smile. "Hua Hua Hua" the rain started getting heavier. Isn't it her silver bell-like laughter? Oh, Summer—the frankness.

Slowly, she walked into the campus. The innocent children happily throw themselves into summer's embrace and greet her with laughter like the song of a lark. On the campus, small flower umbrellas with Mickey Mouse printed on them were put up one after another; a pair of petite feet splashed in the water, how pleasant it was! Some creative children held small umbrellas high and rotated them quickly. The rainwater that hit the cement splashed out one after another, causing pools of lovely laughter. Ha, summer – fun.

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After some time, the rain stopped. Father Sun couldn't wait to stick his head out. The little girl by the river beside the field tugged at the hem of her mother's clothes and pointed at the sun in the sky with her white and tender little finger: "Mom, mom, look! Father-in-law the sun has changed, he has become more kind!" The mother stopped holding her hand. He worked hard and gently stroked the little girl's head: "Look, that's the summer sun. Summer is coming!"

Yes, summer is coming, and a new vibrant season has come. here we go. Although summer is not as gentle as spring, as cool as autumn, and as white as winter, its sweet sunshine and warm breeze are unparalleled.

Friends, have you seen the footsteps of summer?

2. The Little Hero Yulai describes the scenery of Luhua Village twice. Why does it make people have different feelings when reading it? Let’s first look at how it describes the scenery of Luhua Village twice: Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Border Region There is a returning river in the north, and there are many reeds growing in the river.

There is a small village by the river. When the reeds are in bloom, looking from a distance, the yellow-green reeds seem to be covered with a thick layer of white snow.

When the wind blows, the goose-feather-like reed catkins flutter up and cover the dozens of small houses in the soft reed flowers. Therefore, this village is called Luhua Village.

Twelve-year-old Yu Dao came from this village. The sun has set.

The floating clouds in the blue sky are like pieces of red silk, reflected on the Returning Home River, like large cockscombs blooming. The reed flowers in the reed pond were blown up by the wind and fluttered leisurely on it.

The first description describes the environment in which Yulai grows, highlighting the goose-feather-like reeds flying up leisurely, covering dozens of small houses. It gives people a peaceful, quiet, dreamlike feeling.

This description is the beginning of the article. It not only sets the stage for the following story of the little hero Hui Yulai jumping into the river to escape, but also highlights the beautiful environment in which the little hero grew up. Readers are naturally intoxicated by the beautiful environment.

The second description is the last description after the villagers thought that Yu Lai had sacrificed. "Red silk" and "cockscombs" remind people of the blood of heroes, and the fluttering reed flowers. It gives people a depressing and painful feeling. This description is a description after everyone thinks that the little hero has died. It uses the scene to express people's sad feelings about the little hero's sacrifice.

3. Composition: Summer. The annual Labor Day in the countryside is coming again. My mother and I took advantage of this wonderful time to visit my grandma’s house in the countryside.

We got off the car and walked towards the village, feeling the cool spring breeze. Passing by, it seems that we are welcoming the arrival of the Golden Week. On both sides of the road, there are green fruit trees planted by farmers, and the lush branches and leaves block the golden sunshine. There are dense longans hanging on it. My mother told me that the longans are not yet mature now. In summer, strings of yellow and sweet longans can be harvested and become fruits on the table.

At grandma’s house. , I forced my mother to set off firecrackers, but my mother had no choice but to agree. So, I walked around the streets looking for firecrackers, and finally bought it as I wished. I stood on the roof and threw firecrackers into the river. Unexpectedly, it frightened the duck that was bathing in the water. It was shocked and said, "Gah!" Ga! Ga! "The duck screamed, and then he ran home in a panic. I couldn't help laughing. In fact, ducks are quite cute. Look, they have a white and fat body and a white and yellow mouth. , coupled with piercing eyes and a bumpy walk, how could it not be cute?

Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning flashed, and in an instant, it started to rain heavily. , I quickly ran back to the house to take shelter from the rain. After a while, the rain stopped, and suddenly the sky was clear and the clouds were clear. Looking up, I could see the rice fields soaked by the rain shining brightly as I walked towards the fields covered with green trees. There will be a feeling of relaxation and joy. Looking at the heavy and plump wheat ears, I think: It is the working people who have used their own efforts to obtain these wheat ears. How great the working people are!

After lunch, we came to the guava forest owned by our third uncle.

What appears in front of you seems to be an endless fruit forest, some are owned by my uncle, some are owned by others, it is simply a sea of ??green. The third uncle was holding pliers and a bamboo basket. I followed him, jumping from here to there, and I saw him carefully cutting off the green fruits one after another. I was very happy and thought to myself: Now I can have a feast. After picking the fruits, I was sweating profusely and panting. When I looked at my third uncle, I saw that he was also sweating profusely from exhaustion. What a hard work it was! I ate the sweet and crisp fruits and thought: These fruits are obtained by the working people with their sweat bit by bit.

What a beautiful orchard and vast fields that make me forget to leave. After returning home, this continuous picture often echoed in my mind.

4. What is the relationship between the description of Luhua Village in "The Rain Comes in the Little Hero"? There are two sentences ***, one in the first part of the text, and one in the fifth part of the text.

Part One:

There is a Huanxiang River in the north of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei border area, with many reeds growing in the river. There is a small village by the river. When the reeds are in bloom, looking from a distance, the yellow-green reeds seem to be covered with a thick layer of white snow. When the wind blows, goose-feather-like reed catkins fly up leisurely, covering dozens of small houses in the soft reed flowers. Therefore, this village is called Luhua Village. 12-year-old Yulai comes from this village.

Function:

This scene description is at the beginning of the article. Before introducing the protagonist, he first introduces the environment where he grew up. Huanxiang River, yellow-green reeds, snow-white reeds, and a small village covered in soft reeds, what a beautiful picture! The beautiful environment has nurtured beautiful characters, which has laid a solid foundation for the specific expression of the ideological behavior of "We are Chinese and we love our motherland" below. In other words, Yulai's love for the motherland has a foundation.

Part 5:

The sun has set. The floating clouds in the blue sky are like pieces of red silk, reflecting on the river of returning home, like a large cockscomb flower. The reed flowers in the reed pond were blown up by the wind and fluttered leisurely on it.

Function:

When everyone thought that Yu Lai had been sacrificed, the article included a description of the scene: the red sun sets in the west, the clouds are like flowers, and the Huanxiang River is still quiet. The flow is flowing, and the reed flowers are still floating leisurely. People in the village were weeping over the coming rain. They will think that Yulai died in a heroic struggle with the Japanese to defend this beautiful homeland. "If you have ambitions, it's not your age that matters." The article uses beautiful descriptions of the environment to set off the beautiful qualities of the characters.

To sum up, the description of scenery in the article is by no means an isolated and simple description of scenery. They all serve to express the central idea and the author's feelings, and they all have a certain purpose.

5. Sentences describing autumn reed flowers 1. In August and September, the reeds begin to bloom. The fluffy reed flowers look snow-white from a distance, but they have various colors up close. Milky white, reddish, and light cyan. A breeze blows, and the reed flowers, which are like fine cotton wadding, sway in the sun. Looking around, they look like white waves, and the small village is floating on these white waves.

2. There is a small river in my hometown, which is full of reeds. When autumn arrives, the reed flowers bloom one after another, and the whole village is hidden in the sea of ??white flowers, which is very beautiful.

3. Late autumn is the season when reed flowers bloom. The endless, white, light and soft reed flowers in front of me are floating in the wind from the poolside. The wind was blowing, the reed poles were swaying, and the reed flowers were dancing like snowflakes. It moved me, but it also made me unpredictable.

4. When the setting sun shines in the west, the rosy glow shines by the pond. And I would always sit quietly next to it, looking at the boundless, snow-white reed flowers. Forget the time, forget the place, and forget yourself. When the breeze blows gently over the water, the reeds dance with the wind. Occasionally a few dragonflies landed on the flowers, and I watched them quietly. Watching, watching, I seem to blend into it. I myself became a dragonfly, flying into the boundless reed pond, landing on the catkins, and letting the reeds caress me gently.

5. The boat passed by quietly, and the ripples were surrounded by a large area of ??withered yellow reeds, holding up clusters of reed flowers. This flower, as white as snow, stands high in the world, and seems to want to be dyed. They are as light as fluff, slightly resting on the reeds, and indulge in the beautiful scenery without any scruples. There is always this feeling: even the weakest wind will easily take them away.

6. I love all kinds of bright flowers that bloom in spring, but I love the reed flowers in my hometown even more, because it reminds me of my wonderful childhood and my lovely hometown. Whenever I think of or see reed flowers, I always feel a beating heart.

7. The reed flowers floated into people's homes through the windows and landed on tables, chairs, and stoves. The reed flowers that fell in the corner gathered into a fluffy ball, opening and closing when the wind blew, which reminded people of the words of Su Shi, a poet in the Song Dynasty, describing Yang Hua, "the eyes are so sleepy that they want to open but still close."

6. Write a 300-word composition about summer. Summer Night

The night is so quiet that there is no life at all. Has everything fallen asleep? Yes, summer is a hot season after all, and the air is filled with a dull smell.

How to describe summer night?

Comfortable?

But the scene that caught my eye was unremarkable. The moon was as reserved as ever... It seems that every time it comes to this season, it always reluctantly opens its sleepy eyes, and it can be used at any time. As if falling into a dream, it seemed that he couldn't bear the scorching residual heat left by the morning sun, and covered himself with a thin ice-like veil. The light projected was light and cold. As for the stars, there were two or three pairs. They seem so close, telling each other something. But who knows? Deep in the world, the distance between them is so far away. Is this a comfortable feeling?

Tranquility?

The mountain breeze is nature's air conditioner. The wind is gentle and sweet, and the wind is light and cool. The cicadas sing softly on the old elm trees, and the love in the green grass is green and red. The last thing is a jujube tree in front of the window. The blue of the summer night is swaying under the starry sky. The little jujubes on the tree are shining in the moonlight with green and childish eyes. What I can never get enough of is my mother's mouth. The lingering legend is about July and the Milky Way. The brightest star in the night sky, the lightest cloud in the sky, and the deep and shallow blue next to the moon are like Chang'e's floating skirt, causing the floating clouds to fly, elegant and psychedelic, and the eyes of childhood are like naughty jujubes. , flashing and falling into sleep... Just because of the dream of the sky, just because of the beauty of the heights, just because I can't get it, my footsteps can't stop. There is always the call of Normandy in front of me, and the sound in my ears is like the chirping of cicadas in the summer night: The other shore! the other side!

Time passes from station to station, how far is the other shore? Is it that luxurious office building or that elegant villa? How many people are still walking on the road, how many people are taking a nap on the roadside. They are very tired, their faces are full of vicissitudes, and their eyes are full of tiredness, but no one is willing to stop. When will they quietly enjoy the natural freehand life again? Life is in a hurry. My steps are too tired, thank you clouds and moon for walking with me day and night. The blue starry sky of the long summer night still makes me look at the stars quietly at this time. I have been seeing the stars since I was a child. The stars are still so bright and full of the night sky, and they are still so pleasant and dreamy for me to daydream about. . The stars still never tire of accompanying me to shine in spring, summer, autumn and winter. From life in youth to youth in life, crossing mountains and wading through water, there is always love in the story of light.

Every time I miss you, I look at the night sky full of affectionate stars like silver and the gentle moon like water. They shine on my city and my hometown with my relatives. I often think that a gust of wind belongs to my mother. Sigh, a wisp of moonlight is the smile of a lover, and those stars are people's endless concerns, intertwining their thoughts into a sentimental net.

Tell those who are leaving, that every time you think of it, please open your window and quietly look at the star shining towards you. I believe you are not the only one leaning silently on the window sill at this time. , because I once said that when I miss you, I will look at the stars at night and determine that the brightest one is you. Therefore, my dear friend and close lover, every time you are tired and exhausted, Please sit down with me, listen to the moon and look at the stars, will you? Don't just travel in a hurry, don't let down the passionate summer night, the passionate moon and stars.

Perhaps when we were young, we wished we were more mature and profound, but during the vicissitudes of life, we yearned for romance and innocence. We returned to the wheat fields in our hometown and watched bees and crickets walking in the grass. The scene of helping the lost ants find their home in the insect paradise, how to make a small umbrella with a lotus leaf...

The quiet starry sky on the charming summer night, because of the passion, let All this is full of dreamlike beauty, as well as those drunken and hazy associations: every morning is an invitation to life, the power of the sun breaks away the glory of the day, the four seasons are the soul-stirring sketches of the years, and above are the marches of the seasons. The melodiousness of spring, the excitement of summer, the lyricism of autumn, and the simplicity of winter. Friends, don’t forget to pick up these pleasant roadside scenery when walking. A glance at life, summer nights are so sentimental!

7. An essay describing the summer scene in the countryside. Summer in the countryside is much better than the scenery in the city. I like the scenery in the countryside very much.

It is a beautiful scene with green trees, lush vegetation and green mountains. The dense trees are reflected in the water, and from a distance, it looks like a piece of jasper inlaid in the valley. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking from a distance, there are dotted villages to the east, scattered irregularly on the land.

Go and take a look in the courtyard. The courtyard reflected by the rising sun looks particularly bright and tidy. The big white geese, fat ducks, and chickens in every household are all vying for food.

The children went to school carrying their schoolbags with smiles on their faces. The adults hurriedly walked into the fields with sickles in their hands. In the farmland, waves of wheat were rolling, and the seedlings were growing strong, as far as the eye could see.

In the summer fields, the sun is like fire, there is no wind, it is so hot! The green wheat seedlings drooped their heads listlessly. Frogs screamed loudly, and loaches were so hot that they swarmed in the ditch.

On the grass beside the field, grasses stretched out, and the little wild flowers on the roadside became more shy. A breeze blew by, and when it swayed, it exuded an alluring fragrance. The summer in the countryside is so nice. I will definitely go there again when I have time.