Landscape writing weekly diary 400 words.

Blink of an eye, time flies, blink of an eye, a week has passed, I believe everyone feels very fulfilled and gains a lot. It's time to sum up the past achievements in the weekly diary. So what is a good weekly diary like? The following is my weekly diary of landscape writing, hoping to help everyone.

Scenery 1 400-word diary of Tianshan Highway is like a silver ribbon, drifting over steep peaks, deep canyons, vast next door, herds of cattle and sheep grasslands ... vines in Turpan Basin.

Since I learned the text Grape Valley, I have fallen in love with that beautiful and rich place. I can't tell you how happy I am to set foot on that land this time.

Grape valley is north-south, about 3 kilometers long and 0.5 kilometers wide, with high cliffs on both sides. Walking into the grape valley, a cool breeze blew on my face, as if there was a natural barrier to separate the summer heat of the flaming mountain behind me. The grapes here are covered with branches, and clusters of red, purple and green are intoxicating, really like clusters of shining pearls. Even if you close your eyes and open your mouth under the tree, you can definitely bite a grape. Sweet juice is like a refreshing spring, then you will forget all your troubles and immerse yourself in the ocean of happiness.

Looking around, beside countless slowly flowing streams, horses are drinking peacefully, and flocks of sheep are playing on the green hillside. Three or five herdsmen's yurts are scattered on the green grass and beside the stream, just like a few white snow lotus floating on the blue sea. There are bunker-like cool rooms at the top of the ditch, arranged neatly, as if being inspected by tourists.

The beautiful grape valley really makes people linger.

400-word Landscape Writing Weekly Notes 2 Autumn is the most beautiful season of the year!

Aunt Qiu quietly came to the world.

The blue sky, without a cloud, seems to be an endless sea. Osmanthus fragrans exudes an attractive fragrance, which can be smelled from far away. Ah, ten miles of osmanthus fragrance. Wild chrysanthemums in full bloom are like holiday gifts, colorful and varied. They are really beautiful. Chinese rose grows well and has a spring-like style.

In the sky, flocks of geese fly south, forming a "one" shape for a while, and being cheerful and comfortable for a while, which is enviable. In the endless golden fields, the rice is ripe, the farmer's uncle is busy harvesting rice, and Huang Chengcheng's millet is full of energy, smiling and bending over against the autumn wind. Listen, the sound of a rice mill, the sound of a sickle cutting wheat, the laughter of children, and the laughter of adults. These sounds are connected into a piece of happy and fruitful music.

There are many fruits in the orchard, and Haitang is nodding and smiling at you with its sweet smile. Golden persimmons are like lanterns, apples are bent around the branches, and they are like stars shining in the sun. There are also a bunch of fresh grapes, which are delicious and mouth-watering!

On the poplar, golden leaves fall like colorful butterflies. The bright red peppers in the field are more vivid and lovely against the green leaves. The breeze blew and the river gurgled away.

Ah, autumn! Lovely autumn!

Guilin's landscape is the best in the world, and the word "A" perfectly reflects the picturesque scenery of Guilin. The magic of Guilin lies in the beautiful scenery, the beauty of Guilin lies in the seamless water surface, the romance of Guilin lies in the mountains and rivers without losing the paradise, and the freshness and tranquility of Guilin lies in the gentle rain.

Walking along the Lijiang River in rainy days, let the soft rain fall on my face, let my hair get wet by the rain, and let the rain beads baptize my heart. Looking at the ripples on the river, looking at the mountains in the rain, looking at the lonely sails in the rain, all this is very soft.

The mountains and rivers in spring are colorful, and the rain washes away the snow in winter; The trees in summer are green, and the rain washes away the dust; There is no trace on the water in autumn, and the rain has been scattered in it; In the thin ice layer in winter, the rain has been silently accompanying. Rain is accompanied by the footsteps of the four seasons, bringing different customs. There are rain shadows between the peaks and on the river.

Although Guilin is handsome, it exudes an invisible and invisible light, attracting tens of thousands of tourists to enjoy it every year. The rain and landscape in Guilin have long been integrated. If there is no rain, the scenery will lose its mysterious luster. If there is no scenery, there is no beautiful scenery in the rain, and it looks so ordinary and dim.

Ah! Guilin landscape, the scenery I love all my life!

After several hours of high-speed driving, we finally saw Qinghai Lake as blue as the sea.

This place is rich and beautiful, the sky is blue, the water is blue, and the water is the same as the sky. Haha, did you find it? All my compliments mentioned "water". Of course, one of the "protagonists" of our sightseeing tour is water. The lake is salty, like sea water; The lake is too big to see the other side. It is said that it takes more than 400 kilometers to circle the lake. Do you think this is a lake or a sea? I have been to the West Lake and Taihu Lake, and compared with Qinghai Lake, it is really nine Niu Yi hairs.

After a while, a dark cloud covered the sun, and the deeper part of the lake turned green and the shallower part turned blue. Have you ever seen a discolored lake? That's really another scene! It's a good season for bird watching. We galloped along the lake for about 200 kilometers before we came to Bird Island, a famous scenic spot in Qinghai Lake. Bird Island is located in the northwest corner of Qinghai Lake. Every spring, migratory birds from the south gather here to hatch their next generation. At the end of June and the beginning of July, the mother bird will fly back to her hometown with her baby. This landscape of thousands of birds laying eggs is not amazing! Then it is even more "beautiful" for thousands of birds to hatch eggs: the mother bird lies motionless on the eggs and carefully hatches her baby. In such cold weather, she has to transfer her body temperature to the eggs and young birds, otherwise she won't hatch the birds, or the hatched birds will freeze to death. I understand a truth: maternal love is selfless. Only for her children, not for herself.

A train happened to pass by on the way back. Oh, no, all the trains I have seen are big, but why are the trains I saw today so small? Like a caterpillar. Oh, I see, the lake is so big, the snow-capped mountains in the distance are so high, and the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is so vast. By contrast, the train is much smaller. Ah, nature is so great!

The 400-word Zhou Ji, which depicts the scenery, is a pearl in the southeast of Zhenyuan, stepping on the high sky and thick soil of Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau and stepping into the blessed land of the Yangtze River system. The importance of geographical location has brought glory and glory to Zhenyuan for more than two thousand years.

For Zhenyuan, Wuyang River is its soul, which runs through the city in an "S" shape, dividing Zhenyuan into two parts, while Zhenyuan Fucheng and Acropolis become two points of yin and yang. It not only created Zhenyuan's reputation as the largest Taiji City in China, but also brought picturesque scenery to Zhenyuan.

On the banks of Wuyang River, there are rows of stilts supported by wooden columns in the water. Looking from a distance, the reflection in the pavilion, a pool of autumn water, and half a river are fishing. Walking into Zhenyuan City, a quaint smell lingers around, cornices are upturned, and light gray walls are arranged orderly along the Wuyang River. The water waves are rippling, and the shadow of the building is trembling and floating, just like coming to a classical Jiangnan town.

Zhenyuan Gu Xiang is quite distinctive. It does not extend directly, but beats around the bush and climbs over the hurdle. Sometimes I feel that I have come to an end. As soon as I turned around, a bright future emerged and another alley spread out again. And every alley follows the direction of the river. Wherever you look, it is surrounded by green mountains and green waters. Alleys are interconnected, exquisite, quiet and smart, beautiful and interesting Shan Ye. What is even more amazing is that the door of every household will never be parallel or vertical to the alley, which is the so-called "inclined door ramp". This architectural style pays attention to geomantic omen, which is a sign of wealth and can also "show wealth without revealing white".

I remember that Zhu Ziqing once wrote an essay "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond". Summer is the season of lotus development, and what I appreciate most is the lotus pond in summer.

In summer, in the corner of the lotus pond lake, the dense lotus leaves sway gently in the cool lake wind and cheerful flowing water. From a distance, it looks like a group of dancers in green skirts. Leaning forward, the lotus leaf opens like a ballet skirt, or does not open, just like a boat. It is dark green, showing its humble character. Its heavy rhyme is so spotless. The water drops jumping happily on it reflect light from time to time. Is it its smart eyes? I love its graceful posture, its smug manner and its graceful demeanor.

The jasper bushes are dotted with pink and white lotus flowers. Those lotus flowers, holding their heads high, bloom boldly. You wriggled, you bowed your head delicately, and in the middle of singing, you "hid half her face in front of us behind her guitar". Some of them are silent among evergreen trees, with their lips closed and their teeth clenched. There are no signs of blooming, only a few dragonflies are embracing each other.

A lotus was floating in the middle of the water, and I reached out and picked it up from the boat. Is this a letter from Lotus? It is as soft as velvet. Touching it and watching the water drops roll on it will make you feel very comfortable.

In another lotus pond, surrounded by osmanthus trees, there is no wind. The surface of the water is covered with duckweed, without water color, like a huge green carpet. Lotus leaf motionless, like a dancer tired from dancing, still standing on the stage, quietly listening to cicada's solo, intoxicated by the music in midsummer.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered that semi-couplet poem: mud never sticks. The lotus flowers in these two places are so noble. Even falling petals don't want to be with the mud below. Look at the lotus again. Although rooted in the dirty mud, it can be so beautiful and graceful. This is the beauty of lotus, and this is the connotation of lotus. Lotus, out of mud but not stained, lotus pond is the place where lotus grows. I like lotus flowers and lotus ponds in summer.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is unique. The human touch is stronger than before, the food is stronger than before, and the moon is more complete than before.

The annual Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival seems very different. I feel that the moon is rounder and brighter than before.

The round moon emerged from the leaves, which covered the earth with a layer of silver and made the farmyard warmer. After dinner, I sat quietly in the chair outside, watching the moon hanging leisurely in the sky, slowly enjoying it, and my face was filled with happiness. A cool breeze blows slightly, and it feels very refreshing. Seeing the full moon hanging in the blue sky and reflected in the romantic starry sky is a romantic landscape painting. This is the first time in my life to enjoy the moon. Unexpectedly, it can make me feel comfortable. I stared at the moon for a long time, which inevitably caused infinite reverie. "There should be no hate, then why should we leave the moon?" Is it to arouse the melancholy of people who have left their homes? Or do you want to set the background for the reunion home? At all times and in all countries, how many people have experienced "wishing people a long journey."

Is there a beautiful sister Chang 'e and a naughty jade rabbit in the Cold Moon Palace? Is there a dancing fairy? Oh, I see. Sister Chang 'e is lonely and pities the whole world, so she uses magic to make the fifteenth moon different and make people care about each other.

A cold wind suddenly struck, and I couldn't help shivering. I looked back again, hey, did the dog eat the moon? Why wasn't the moon round then? I am eager to find it, but I can't help being disappointed. Yes, there is nothing perfect in the world, just like people, there is no perfection. It is enough to constantly pursue better.

Nature is so magical, it gives us so many beautiful scenery, which makes me interested in enjoying the beauty of nature. This is really an unforgettable time to enjoy the moon. I hope the moonlight on the Mid-Autumn Festival next year will be just as beautiful.

Zhou Ji, a 400-word landscape story, has nothing to say when time is like water. If you are well, it will be sunny. If it's so warm! This passage in the book has gradually moved and melted my already slightly angry heart.

In the hot summer of June, my heart is full of buildings. Therefore, in a quiet space, a person looks at the light years carefully, which has nothing to do with romantic feelings and indifferent feelings Just quietly enjoying the time as quiet and deep as water, pouring from your fingers like quicksand, but once beautiful and gentle … always paying attention to you, I hope you are happy every day.

I like to look at the sky quietly, looking at the blue of the sky, blue like glass, and my mood will be deep and shallow. Occasionally, when you cross the apex of your heart, a white gauze-like cloud, such as water vapor, will emerge vaguely, just for that blue and so clear.

I like to stand in the clear wind and feel the biting cold of the cool wind. No matter how desolate it was, it has become the past. I think, no one can keep those years that they desperately want to keep.

At this moment, the wind is wrapped in drizzle, gently brushing my hair at noon when the sky is dim, and a thread of love goes deep into my heart. With only a flash, I melted my shallow posture into the wind, so I was tall and clear.

Perhaps, life is endless and the world of mortals is endless. From the debut of BLACKPINK to the low-key ending, we rushed to the feast of the whole city. No matter whether you are depressed or heavy, whether you are depressed or confused, only one trip can change a kind of reading, a trip can change an experience, and a trip can change a sigh, that's all! .

Only words can dispel inner confusion. Through the fragmentary smoke years, leaving only half a sigh and memories, this season's poetic dialogue, accidentally messy. Always pay attention to you, I hope you are happy every day.

So, after a season of application, the package is boundless and moved for a year. Pushing open that ancient door, it has been stranded for many years, just like loneliness, just like memories, just like some people, just like some days. When I pretend to be aloof and mature, I can see through all Zen machines and pretend to know everything, I quietly overcome the disguise, only to find myself wandering on the edge of dreams and reality, picking up fragments of memories in the folds of years.

Buried with fallen flowers, though silent, it is still fragrant. So I told myself again and again: I must change, not always like this, or I will suffer in the end! Having said that, times have changed, but looking back, I find myself still the same! Really speechless! Should I laugh at myself for being cute or scold myself for being naive?

I love rosy spring, fruity autumn, pink as jade winter, but I love sunny summer full of vigor and vitality. Summer mornings are especially beautiful. The rising sun sprinkles its first ray of sunshine on plants; Golden light, dark, bright and dark, looks really energetic. The grass is as plain as a green carpet. At the tip of some grass, crystal dew is hung. These dewdrops are really like naughty children, rolling on the grass, as if playing games. Suddenly, accidentally, I fell into the soil and disappeared. The grass is also dotted with unknown small wild flowers. Although not as noble as the rose, not as beautiful as the chrysanthemum, it has its own monologue-simple and generous. They huddled together as if several or dozens of little girls were whispering together. Red, purple and yellow flowers merge into a sea of flowers, releasing the fragrance of nature. Compared with flowers and plants, trees can be regarded as "little giants". Palm trees, poplars and tall trees with yellow flowers are neatly arranged on the roadside. How tenacious these trees are! No matter the wind and rain, never waver, stand between heaven and earth.

Landscape Weekly 400 words 10 Sometimes it's sultry in summer. Whenever this time, I hope it will rain in summer. The rain in summer is unusual.

After a long drought, a rainstorm finally came to the world he had not been to for a long time. Of course, he naturally became our rare guest.

Outside the window, looking at the rain, the rain connected in a string, fell to the ground and threw a shaped arc to form a crystal necklace. However, after a while, the rain stopped and gradually became smaller and smaller. A drop is a drop to hit my little face, so soft and soft. Very comfortable.

Look at the mountains in the distance, the rain here, and the fog in the middle, and unconsciously float into the Yaochi of the Queen Mother. Listen to the rain, smell the clear fragrance of water in the rain, and drive the clouds to Xanadu. Floating like this, I also unconsciously melted into the world of rain.

The rain stopped, the birds stopped on the roof, the grass swayed with the wind, and the flowers smiled more brightly than before; Listen to the birds singing freely, watch the grass show new green and smell the flowers. Although it is summer, the scene of spring emerges before my eyes, which is the season washed away by rain.

After the rain, the clouds cleared and my heart flew to my mother. I picked up the radio in my heart and told my mother that it was finally raining.

This is a summer rain, sweeping away the summer heat and washing my dull heart.

The 400-word "Zhou Ji" describing the scenery is 1 1 spring, summer, autumn and winter. Spring is the season when everything revives. Birds flying from the south add a lot of interest to spring. Summer is the season of singing and dancing, with a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred birds contending. Autumn is the harvest season; Winter is a season of heavy snow.

Spring has gone with the fallen flowers, and summer is covered with green leaves and jumping in the warm wind. The wind is blowing gently with a slight warmth. From time to time, cuckoo calls came from the distance. It seems to tell us that spring has passed and summer has arrived. The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with scales like copper coins. Flowers of various colors are red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets. Little bees are also greedily sucking the nectar on the stamens in droves, flying around happily among the flowers, and suddenly the air is full of sweetness and intoxication. In midsummer, it is so hot that even insects can only rest in the shade, as if they were afraid of being sunburned by the sun. Birds don't know where to hide, flowers and trees are depressed, like dying, only cicadas keep screaming in the high trees. It's really a broken gong, cheer for the scorching sun!

Summer is really a beautiful season!

Scenery 12 400-word weekly diary of summer night, many people think it is a horrible natural scene, but I don't think so, because I think the night is colorful.

Night came quietly, and many insects and animals went back to their nests to sleep, but frogs still sang beautiful music tirelessly in the fields. Crickets and frogs sing together, making its "concert" more vivid and beautiful. The ants climbed out of the cave to hear who was singing this long tune, and even mantis came to watch it. Fireflies add a beautiful light to the concert, and mantis is the most enthusiastic insect among the onlookers. From time to time, it went to the "singing platform" and danced, which attracted the audience to burst into laughter.

As night fell, the plants changed. The dark night and white moonlight make the tree very green. If you look closely, you will find it is very green. If you look far away, you will find it is very dark green. And looking at it will have a particularly comfortable feeling, very refreshing. If you look at it every day, your eyes will be protected and it is not easy to be nearsighted. Because leaves can relax your eyes,

As night fell, my friends and I played in the dark and didn't care about those dark and horrible places. On the contrary, we think those places are the most interesting. Why are we not afraid of those horrible places? Because we don't like fantasy like those timid people, timid people always fantasize, daydream in bed in broad daylight, and even wake up thinking about the dream they just had.

You are so colorful on a summer night. I love you forever!