50 words describing northern scenery

1.50-word composition describing autumn scenery, a scenic campus

Autumn has come, I walked into the empty campus, and a cold wind blew, which made people feel a chill.

The campus in autumn is still brilliant and pleasant, and the trees are still so green.

There are two or three yellow leaves falling from the trees in the small campus garden, and the air people breathe condenses into milky hot air. Although it is already autumn, the sun still "goes to work" every day, giving plants enough light and heat so that they can thrive in the cold autumn.

The big banyan and kapok trees on campus sometimes sway with the wind; Sometimes standing still; Sometimes those poor lonely leaves fall from the branches. But these do not affect the charm of green trees in autumn. The flowers on campus are still blooming and the grass is still growing against the cold wind.

2. The composition describing the scenery has 50 words of cherry blossoms and snowy moons, and the cherry blossoms are colorful ... In a blink of an eye, the cherry blossoms have filled the campus, and the flowers of one tree and one tree are blooming with innocent and lovely smiles under the wind.

April and May are the season when cherry blossoms are in full bloom. Walking into the campus, the first thing you see is rows of cherry blossoms. Cluster, cluster, light pink, dark pink, milky white ... fascinating. A closer look shows that the cherry blossoms are constantly playing and making noise:

The snow of cherry blossoms drops the color of cherry blossoms. In a blink of an eye, cherry blossoms have blossomed all over the campus, and I, tree by tree, walk in the wind, blooming a innocent and lovely smile.

Fourth, the cherry blossom season in May. Walking into the campus, the first thing you see is rows of cherry blossoms. Clouds, clusters, light pink, dark pink, white. It's even more terrible than they thought. A closer look, cherry blossoms are constantly beating, noisy:

Qian Shan is the most beautiful scenic spot in the northeast of China. It is like a bright pearl on the rich Liaodong Peninsula. Beautiful scenery, charming scenery, countless beautiful legends and historical allusions. The scenery here is so charming that people can't forget to return.

There are towering ancient trees, thick green shade, misty pagodas and fairy mountains, and strange stones scattered everywhere, with beautiful lakes and mountains. Coming here can always bring people infinite reverie and inspiration. The mountains here rise from the ground and are steep. Pine trees rooted in rocks and ancient temples scattered in the mountains all have their own flavors. There are many scenic spots here, almost all of them have scenery, and there are scenery everywhere. It is a fairyland on earth with beautiful scenery. The humanistic landscape and Buddhist culture here have a long history, because Buddhism originated here very early. There are many ancient temples and Zen forests here, like some precious gems scattered between peaks and valleys, which makes it a Buddhist holy land. Another highlight of Qian Shan is when all the pears in the mountains and plains are in full bloom in spring. Holy pear blossoms dotted the whole valley like snow. The rich fragrance permeates this fairy tale world. Of course, it is not only the spring that is particularly beautiful here, but also other seasons here have their own characteristics. Here, as in summer, the running water is tinkling and the trees are lush, which is a good place to escape the summer. In autumn, the red leaves are covered with frost, and there is a faint fruity smell in the air; As for winter, the mountains are covered with snow, carved with ice and jade, clean and beautiful. Therefore, whenever you come here, you can enjoy different beautiful scenery.

4. Composition of Northland Scenery in Spring

When spring comes with her unique new green and sea, it is really charming;

When spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls.

Spring is definitely a canvas full of life.

New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes. There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment.

So, I started walking in spring.

Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the old man floats by in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture.

Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality.

Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way.

So, I began to wander in spring.

Covered with gentle and lovely spring scenery, let the slight fragrance wind blow. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains one of the most touching tenderness. I also think that nature is a strange mother. She chose to breed all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything was depressed, and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world.

Spring is also a gallery, showing the magic of life.

You see, every life has its specific form, and every specific form contains specific life information. Regardless of height, everyone has to go through the process of birth, aging, illness and death, and there are childish and mature seasons. Whether striking or plain, we should complete a feat of life in our own specific living space and along that specific seasonal trajectory. Whether it is famous or not, whether it was born in a rich home or grew up in a barren sand, everything that germinated in spring has written an ode to life with all its enthusiasm and unique way.

This is spring, because the chorus of life was born here, and I really feel a magical beauty.

Model essay 2,

A composition about spring. Spring has come. A primary school student's composition describes the scenery in spring.

Spring's composition

How to describe the beauty of spring (with a beautiful article describing spring)

As the saying goes, "A year's plan lies in spring." Spring is a season of sowing and full of hope. In the eyes of poets and writers, "spring is the nanny of the world", "spring is all green dance coaches" and "spring is the beginning of all life." The charming spring is exciting, although the spring breeze is still cold, I feel flattered and have sprouted new hopes. In this beautiful spring, the teacher will let the students enjoy the beautiful spring and write down their findings and feelings about spring. Please come to nature with me now and listen to her little secret. She will teach you how to read the affectionate eyes of birds and how to listen to the silent language of trees. You can also play hide-and-seek with Chunyu and feel the poetic flow in nature. .............................................................................................................................................................

5. The landscape composition is reproduced in 50 words.

I hope it helps you.

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The scenery outside is beautiful! The river is as clear as a mirror; The grass also poked its head out;

2.

You are not a landscape, I can only see it. Loving you is close at hand, as if it were on the horizon. Our love will never come true: what hindered us in the last life was thought, but what hindered us in this life was the future.

3.

There is a beach in my hometown. I often go there. When the soft sunshine covers the golden beach, the sand seems to be covered with gold and shining. Wave dolls rushed ashore in succession. Ah! Hometown, I love you!

4.

Look at your eyes. There is a Daqingshan in the distance. There is an overpass in front of the mountain, and the cars on the bridge drive very slowly. There are high-rise buildings everywhere, and the green clouds are overcast. When the wind blows, the trees are shaking, the flowers are laughing and the grass is dancing.

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Spring is my scenery, branches sprout and spring flowers bloom; Summer is my scenery, birds and flowers, green grass; Autumn is my scenery, the season of harvest, with clear clouds and clear winds; Winter is my scenery, covered with silver makeup and full of vitality. I have my scenery all year round.

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The scenery in spring is beautiful, the trees are green, the peach blossoms are red, the swallows fly back from the south, and the children play games on the grass. The scenery in spring is so beautiful

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In the evening, I heard my father say that I would go on an autumn outing tomorrow, so I jumped with joy. In the morning, we set out. On the way, I saw golden leaves. When I passed through this country, I saw a bumper harvest of food. I looked at the geese in the sky and flew south. When I arrived, I said to my father, "The scenery on the roadside is really beautiful!"

6. Find 30 beautiful paragraphs of about 50 words to describe the scenery. 1. Standing on the bridge of Xiaoshi River, leaning against the railing and looking to the west, Xiaoshi River is sparkling, like a jewel-like princess, walking lively and quietly.

The weeping willows by the lake were bent by the strong wind, and the branches covered with green leaves swayed back and forth and danced on the rippling lake. In winter, I like to watch the sunset outside the Woods. I saw the sunset hanging in the sky. The light has faded, leaving only a bright red, slightly hazy, like egg yolk in a bowl, hidden behind the dense branches and leaves of Metasequoia glyptostroboides.

Brown and black branches and red full moon, like costume art photography, are full of tranquility and serenity. Spring is a green world.

The grass is tender green and the trees are new green. In the spring breeze, in the sun, all the greens are trembling, and they all contain crystal green light.

Everything is so fresh, quiet and poetic. Summer is a red world.

The flowers are red, the sun is red, and the butterfly on the little girl's head is red. All red is like a burning fire.

Everything in the world is full of passionate emotions. Autumn is a golden world, and golden leaves are flying in the air, like dancing golden butterflies.

In the field, the crops are ripe, and the harvesters rumble here, composing a golden symphony. Everything is so bright and dazzling.

Winter is a silver world, the sky is blue, the ground is silver, the snow is white and crystal clear. Silver is a beautiful and peaceful world.

All the year round, like an endless ribbon, the tranquility of spring, the fierceness of fear, the splendor of autumn and the tranquility of winter are all on this ribbon. Half a yellow leaf falls, and I hear the sound of life withering.

Yes, the geese flew south again, leaving only dead branches on the branches, and the spring water gradually dried up, and the chill came quietly. All this tells me that winter is coming. In my opinion, winter is the least romantic season, especially in the south. It can't see the snow and ice in the north. There is no Wan Li desert in the west, and there is no sound at all.

Winter in the south is always just a depression. The weather is very cold, but there is not a trace of moisture. The cold immersed in the bone marrow seems to have taken away all the warmth of the body, leaving only a cold mass that is as loose as dry floc and stuffed between the chest and lungs.

In this season, people's thinking will be frozen, and even emotions and romance will be forgotten in an instant. Under such circumstances, it is difficult to raise a trace of goodwill, even if there is an occasional wish, it will soon be thrown into the corner of memory.

Standing outdoors, take a breath gently. A mass of white fog is wrapped in warm air, stretching out in mid-air, dense, and melting into dry and cold air for a long time. The little hope that was just ignited was shattered, quietly and quietly disappeared, as if it had never happened, and it was already a special kind of wetness in the trance.

Xiao Shu grew into a big tree and became an old tree in winter. The branches of the old tree are staggered, and only a few scattered leaves are dotted with traces of life. The bark is slightly brown, as if it had been baked on a fire for a long time, and it has lost its spirit and is half curled, as if it would fall to the ground at any time.

In summer, only withered roots and leaves are left in the lotus pond in the mosaic field. It has long lost the charm of beads.

The cold wind shook gently, withered and withered leaves, as if quietly telling the beauty of the past, and as if quietly crying for the decline of the present. If there is another cold rain, more flowers will fall, which will help Li Yishan keep listening to the rain.

The mountains in the south are no longer as tall and majestic as those in the north, but they have lost their former runlang in winter, leaving a slightly gray figure standing quietly between heaven and earth. Silently guard a silence.

If there is a heavy snow in the north and the mountains are covered with white, it will be a magnificent picture and there will be new hope among the mountains. It's a pity that there is no snow in the south, just like scattered hills on the vast Jianghan Plain. Only the green shadows of pine and cypress are left in the mountains, which are as green as frost, and there is gray in the light green.

From a distance, it seems to be covered by flying dust. Standing by the river, I found that there was only a narrow gray chain left in the moat in the past, and the riverbank that used to be beaten by waves is now in a state of stagnation.

The river seems to have frozen, and even the flow rate of the east injection seems to have stopped, and everything is silent. Yes, the winter in the south can only be described as dead silence, without any movement of life.

There is only one deposit slip between heaven and earth. This depressing atmosphere is full of everything, sucking away their vitality bit by bit.

The afterglow of the sunset lazily climbed over the white and smooth skin of the mountain peak; Warmly shining on this quiet land, the clouds on the horizon drift by, as if following the footsteps of their companions; The blue lake slowly flows, and there are several boats across the lake, vaguely flashing some fishing fires. Maybe when the scenery is too lonely, I will sing, singing with the lake, taking me to recall that unforgettable past, with a little sadness, but when I turned away, I saw the other side of the mountain. That's where the sun rises again. Maybe spring will come tomorrow! Walking in the light snow is more interesting. There is only a trace of wind in the sky, holding the snow like a kite. Looking up, this silk wind dominates the snowflake like a butterfly, falling obliquely, spinning and flying, floating to the ground and falling on pedestrians.

Snowflakes, like naughty children, never tire of playing, brush people's hot faces, turn into water droplets and flow onto eyebrows and beards, forming small ice cubes. The snow fell silently and fluttered, and soon there was a thin layer on the ground. When you step on it, it will make cheerful footsteps "cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep,,,".

With this step, you can spread the wings of imagination as much as possible, pursue your best memories and embrace the happiness in your heart! You might as well take a deep breath. Flowers soaked in My Sweetie will also soak in your heart and spleen. You can't help thinking of a pure heart, and you will feel that the whole world is so pure. Winter has come, the grass is gone, and there is a snow-white quilt on the grass.

The trees are bare, only the pine trees are still green, covered with a white snow coat. The river is frozen.

The mountains and pavilions in the distance are also covered with thick snow. 4. Winter, though not as charming as spring.