Handwritten composition landscape 600 words

1. An essay about scenery pictures, 600 words, urgent

This topic of scenery can be understood as a realistic description of scenery. You think that moment is the most beautiful and will stay with you forever. In your heart, this is the scenery that remains in your heart, such as my favorite scenery. At dusk, I sit on the rocks by the river, waiting for the sunset to come and welcome the end of another day.

Microwaves rippled, and the river was glowing with golden light. The light continued to extend toward the end of the water, becoming more and more dazzling. The farthest place looked like it was plated with gold, shining brightly.

I was immersed in the ingenious creativity of nature. I thought no one could disturb my joy. However, at this time, I saw a group of children running from a distance, more excited than ever. All are noisy. They were like naughty little animals, breaking away from the shackles of the iron cage and running wildly under the peaceful and peaceful sunset.

My thoughts were messed up by the sudden appearance of the children, and I could only sit there angrily, fiddling with the stones in my hands out of boredom. "Haha——," there was another burst of laughter, and I looked over angrily, staring at the group of wanton children.

But I saw someone with his head lowered, walking forward in a straight line without looking back. I thought: At such a young age, he might have suffered from loneliness that he had nowhere to express.

Seeing him burying his little head all the time, and the setting sun making his shadow grow longer, I couldn't help but worry about him. Unexpectedly, suddenly, as if he had discovered a new world, he squatted down quickly and picked up something rare from the beach, with a bright smile like a flower blooming on his face.

He turned around and ran towards his companions, waving the trophies in his hands as he ran, as if shouting a declaration of victory. I couldn't help but smile. Children's happiness is so simple.

As young people, they can ignore the pressure of time, just focus on the small goal in front of them, and move forward without hesitation. Even if they fall to pieces in a mud pit, they still pat the dirt with a smile. , endured the pain and moved forward. The afterglow of the setting sun shone wantonly on the bodies of the young people.

The gold embedded in the river water has gradually receded with the sky, but more dazzling light seems to be absorbed by the group of children. I looked around and saw them wearing golden clothes, dancing with their endless innocent joy in the sunset.

What a beautiful scenery this is! Once upon a time, I was like them, standing in the sun, writing simple joys, and becoming a shining scenery in the eyes of others. From the past to the present, I have wandered around many moving scenery, but none of them can replace the scenery I love most - the group of children dancing happily and running wildly under the sunset.

My favorite scenery, the blue sky, once whispered to the white clouds, you are my favorite scenery. The waves once slowly said to the beach, you are my favorite scenery. I am standing here. Looking back on the past, I want to say to my lost childhood that you are the most beloved scenery in my life. Rainy days are happy, *** without umbrellas in raincoats, a group of wild children are running around barefoot in the yard, and the waves they step on are full of childlike smiles.

When my parents came back, they all ran home, wiped off the water on their bodies, immediately fell on the bed, and fell asleep with their heads covered. Sweet dreams are lingering in the net woven by the continuous drizzle outside the window... Snowy days are free.

Running in the snow like a carefree little pony, and then fell down unexpectedly, falling into the warm embrace of Bai Xue, with a silly smile on her red face. Being called home by the shouts of my parents, sitting by the warm stove, drying the soaked clothes, the wild call in my heart melts gently... The days when the scorching sun shines on my head are naughty.

Fill the water with green lotus leaves, and then dip the branches into the water and sprinkle it on your companions, imitating the Water Splashing Festival of the Dai people. By accident, a lotus leaf full of water is sprinkled on your companions. Wow, it’s terrible, I ran away immediately, leaving behind a loud scream. Under the scorching sun, the remaining lotus leaves on the ground were so green that people dared not look directly at them, as if they were lost in a dream and had not yet woken up. Windy days are innocent.

Treat the plastic bag as a kite and pull it to run all over the wilderness. The wind blows the tips of your hair with the smell of grass, and also blows the pure desire in your heart. When I get tired of running, I hang the plastic bags on the branches. Watching them fill up with the wind, I often can't help but giggle.

The wind gradually gets stronger and weaker, and the plastic bag in my hand floats high in the wind, then hangs down, drops and then rises again, repeating the tireless reincarnation, which gradually gets stronger and weaker and is blown by the wind. The cycle of reincarnation... From the time I was writing this article in the examination room in the classroom, I couldn't help but put down the pen, bury my head in my arms and giggle. This beautiful scenery is hidden deep in my mind, and I will never forget it, because I know this is my favorite scenery! My favorite scenery. I close my eyes gently, and the memories are like snowflakes, disappearing before my eyes.

——Inscription Night. hazy.

The moonlight is like water.

I quietly stepped onto the moss-covered corridor, stroking the stone slabs mottled by time, and suddenly felt that the scenery in front of me was so familiar, with a hint of strangeness mixed in with the familiarity, just because you were not there - Xiaosong.

Do you remember? The spring breeze was warm and the sun was shining brightly. We rode our bicycles happily on the cool bluestone slabs, going back and forth. The huge corridor was filled with so much laughter and laughter. We were so innocent and innocent at that time. We will never know. We were tired and only occasionally stopped to drink water. For a while, we leaned on the small stone bench and watched the kites flying into the blue sky, watching the white clouds dancing gracefully in the sky, and enjoying the faint fragrance of flowers and the crisp singing of birds. , we were back to back, feeling each other's support and warmth. I seemed to feel how small the world was, only accommodating the two of us, and only recording the leisurely time we spent together. Summer is here, the dense green shade holds up a corner of the sky, and the corridor under the green shade has a unique scenery. The cool wind blows by, and the cicadas chirp constantly, but we are holding a board of chess, barefoot, and walking in the sky. How comfortable it is to fight and fight on the bluestone, dispatch troops and generals, and strategize! Winning or losing is not important, what is important is the lasting happiness in our hearts.

Summer is short, but our fun is like an endless game of chess, endlessly filling. The fallen leaves were flying and falling, sweeping away the scorching sun.

The small corridor was desolate, filled with rich tranquility. We held hands and walked together through the path full of yellow leaves, but we still had it in our hearts. 2. Look at photos or pictures to write an essay

The Nalati Grassland, located in Xinyuan County, Ili Kazakh Autonomous Prefecture, is a subalpine meadow plant area and one of the four largest grasslands in the world. It has been a famous pasture since ancient times. , here, streams are flowing, rivers are crisscrossing, springs are gushing, spruce trees are dense, flowers are blooming, grass is like grass, the breeze is blowing, and pastoral songs are melodious.

People can’t help but think of an ancient poem: Overlapping mountains, winding roads. Tintin, dong, dong, spring, trees high and low.

After June every year, herdsmen’s grassland events are mostly held here. The combination of beautiful grassland scenery and local Kazakh folk customs makes Nalati Grassland a famous tourist resort in Xinjiang. There is a grassland in the Ili River Valley on the northern Silk Road where the sun is accessible. Archaeological discoveries show that the birthplace of the Eurasian grassland civilization is here... The record of the Han Dynasty when it opened up the Western Regions is Luyuan, which extends to "The Waterways of the Western Regions". There are "several springs gushing out and forming rivers here. There are many deer there, and the proverb is called Deer Circle."

From a bird's-eye view, the grassland is gently undulating, dotted with yurts, and the herds of livestock are moving in the clouds. In the Qing Dynasty, Naratiduo was translated as Narat (meaning sun in Uyghur language).

Here, someone covered the camera lens with suspicion and said: "I don't believe it snows in Tianshan Mountains in June - the flowers bloom so brightly." I laughed, only by experiencing it can I understand what is happening. The richness and changeability of mention.

The grassland is the ultimate. The grassland is like a sea of ??green with undulating waves. The felt bags are colorful sails in the waves, and the flocks of sheep and horses are rolled up waves.

The coast is made up of continuous mountain peaks, with tall Yunling cedar trees standing in rows and rows on the cliffs, guarding the grassland. Under the blue sky and white clouds of the "Swans and Swallows" grassland, dark green mountains, emerald green grasslands, and clear rivers are reflected in your eyes. There are snow in the distance, flowers nearby, fresh air, and small rivers. The chirping of birds, the white cloud-like flocks, the purple lavender soaked in the scent of grassland flowers, the snow-white Kazakh yurts, and the leisurely horses, cattle and sheep, pacing or drinking water, embellish this tranquility. world.

The grassland with "fat and thin swallows" and the dreamlike Nalati will fascinate people. It is like a musical note in the shining sunshine, with an inexplicable power that tempts you to get closer to her. , following her, but still unable to figure out her steps. You must hold a burning heart and search patiently, crossing a river. The silent flowing river passes through a forest, and the pine waves echo, as if it is as majestic as thousands of knights setting off for battle.

It will surprise you! Nalati in June is the time of "in the Mood for Love", so emerald-like that it will make you sleepwalk without even dreaming. The grassland is full of vitality, the green grass color, the green patches are connected together, and the sunny weather is bright. Walking there, the last drop of dew on the flowers and leaves in the morning will always make your blood boil, and you can't help but sing loudly: "Herd horses to the east, herd horses to the west. Herding sheep, singing passionate love songs until dawn!" Just at this moment, a sudden gust of wind rolled in with dark clouds. You don't have to be surprised at all. Nalati is like this, and she will not agree with anyone else's mood.

In an instant, large groups of dark clouds rolled down and raindrops fell. People who have nowhere to hide will look up and see that the churning dark clouds split into a crack in an instant, and the sun shines into the cracks in the clouds, shining straight down. The dark clouds of the light column are bright and sharp in the torrential rain, and a rainbow leaps across the sky. , in just a few minutes, the dark clouds disappeared without a trace.

Under the sunshine of the grassland, the sky is still infinitely high and blue; the white clouds are still light and slow, and the herdsmen’s yurts are filled with a strong fragrance of milk, making the shepherds’ dreams extremely sweet.

A Picturesque Home If Nalati could be summed up in color, it would be that “the sea and the sky are green”.

The green grassland covers the earth, along the valleys, along the river banks, along the forests, along the plateaus to the horizon. It is the green Gobi, the green desert, the green sea, and the grassland empire. The hula-la hunting flag is the green melody of thousands of galloping horses... In the eyes of cattle and sheep, grassland is their lifeline. Tolerance, humility, honesty, generosity, simplicity, affability, hardship, hard work and simplicity are the character of grass. The snow kisses the blue sky, the mist surrounds the pine forest, the mountains are stacked, the green grass is refreshing, the birds are flying and the butterflies are dancing, the cattle and sheep are leisurely, the true, kind and beautiful artistic conception of carrying the clear rivers and springs as jade pendants, and wearing the snow-capped spruce as neon clothes, the deep feeling in the soul Shock can only be found in the spiritual home of Nalati Grassland.

The sunset on the grassland, the sunrise on the forest sea, the romantic mountain flowers, and the galloping horses are the location of the nomadic palace of the past grassland empire, the epitome of Jiangnan beyond the Great Wall, the legend of Snow Lotus’s hometown, and the beginning of a winter fairy tale. Good times are always short-lived, and soon the sky turns into a deep blue canvas full of stars.

However, the night in Nalati is even more fascinating than the day. Around the bright bonfire, under the leadership of the old shaman, we danced the passionate traditional Kazakh tap dance, the cross step full of modern fashion, and the noble and elegant minuet.

Regardless of whether the dance is graceful or not, we are all unrestrained and free, dancing away all the unsatisfactory things in life and dancing away all the clouds in our hearts. This is Nalati. Once you have been here, you will feel that it is the most beautiful place in the world. Everything about this boudoir, jade, and poetic homeland has just begun! Comments (0) 951. 3. A 600-word essay about the scenery in your hand

Thousands of houses are lit up, the streets are brightly lit, and neon lights are shining. How prosperous it is! It's a pity that the stars are gone. After all the changes, the beautiful scenery of lighting a bonfire beside the cave and watching the rising moon and the bright sky no longer exists.

If the lost beauty is found, then this world will be the most beautiful scenery. Look, there are thousands of lights, the streets are brightly lit, the neon lights are shining, and the sky is full of stars. Look at the rising moon and the bright sky, how beautiful it is! Does economic development have to come at the expense of the natural environment? Can't we develop the economy while protecting the environment? Let the most beautiful scenery be passed down. We should slow down the pace of development. Facts have proved that a win-win situation is the guarantee for the sustainable development of economic science.

If the lost beauty is found, then the world will be harmonious and stable. The deterioration of the environment has led to the emergence of many phenomena, ranging from earthquakes and greenhouse effects to air smog. All these not only destroy people's stable lives and bring disasters to people, but also affect human physical and mental health.

Therefore, the most important thing is to protect the environment, let this idea be deeply rooted in people's hearts, and take practical actions, then this lost scenery will come back. 4. The most bitter and joyful essay 600 words handwritten picture

Bitterness is not a good taste.

When people taste bile and coptis, they taste bitter. However, there are those who taste the courage while lying on the firewood. They know that it tastes bitter, so they must taste it.

Why? Also used for inspiration. Asceticism, hard struggle, bitter love, and hard torture of oneself, perseverance, perseverance, willingness, and perseverance, "the clothes are getting wider and wider, but I will never regret it, and I will make people haggard for the sake of Yi."

Suffering has now become a kind of mirror world. In order to pursue a goal and achieve a mirror world, although it is painful, it is still joyful, and it is as sweet as sugar.

The extreme of suffering is also the extreme of joy. The same goes for the joy and pain of reading.

Personally, I have read a lot of books, so I also love books and naturally know the pain and joy of reading. I like books because they make me understand so much, but they also bring me a lot of pain and trouble.

The whole day of 1, 2, 3, A, B, C, has broken my mind. Life is so boring. I finally waited until the weekend. I originally wanted to have a good reading battle, but it turned out What I have been waiting for are endless homework, and all my time has been taken up. At this moment, I feel like a bird trapped in a cage, losing my blue sky. At this moment, reading has become a dream. I care about painful things. Furthermore, speaking of the hardships of studying, I have to talk about my glorious deeds.

When I was in primary school, my parents allowed me to read all kinds of healthy and beneficial books, and I started my reading experience without hesitation. Now that I am in junior high school, the study pressure has increased and the study burden has become heavier and heavier. Therefore, I have less and less time and opportunities to study, and I cherish the time I have to study more and more.

I spent all the time after class that I didn’t need to review on reading, and soon I completed my designated reading goal. At this time, my favorite writer Cai Jun published another book of his, "Revolving Door". This book deeply attracted me from the beginning. I couldn't help but want to read it, but I usually don't have time to read it. Look! So I relied on my not too stupid mind and thought of a way to buy a flashlight myself. When I turned on the light to go to bed at night, I secretly took out the flashlight, carefully took out the book, and hid under the quilt. Inside, I turned on the flashlight, looked around, and gently poked my head out from time to time to see if anyone was around.

Half an hour later, I was already so hot that I was sweating profusely, so I had to give up halfway. In the end, I was not optimistic and was exhausted and sweating profusely.

So there is no joy in reading? No! The joy of reading far outweighs the pain. Books are the crystallization of the author's wisdom and a carefully filtered self-statement after contemplation of life. Therefore, regular reading is a shortcut way to mature thoughts. When I read, I put aside all my worries and was quietly led by the author into a new cultural realm to roam freely.

For countless nights, I seemed to be having a calm and profound conversation with an elder, traveling through the past and present, across time, space and geography. The elder is full of wisdom and candid words. His thoughts will slowly dissolve into the depths of my heart, and each word strikes my once-childish soul.

My perspective on everything in the world began to change. I learned to appreciate the true meaning of life with my heart, to treat life happily and actively, and to learn to appreciate beauty and create beauty. People who do not like reading are like prisoners. They are imprisoned in the cage of self and ignorance. They will often complain: "Life is boring and work starts over and over again."

They must not be happy, Because they have trapped themselves in an unchanging life routine, focusing more on interests and gains and losses. They are not only unaware of the wonderful things in the outside world, but also ignore the little joys in life. This kind of loss is very terrible. The ancients once said: "If you don't study for three days, your appearance will be disgusting and your language will be tasteless."

I think this is a true portrayal. Barrow once said: A person who loves reading will definitely not lack a loyal friend, a good teacher, a lovely companion, and a warm comforter.

As long as you are accompanied by books, there will be endless joy. If you continue to search for happiness on the road of studying, you will inevitably encounter a lot of bitterness, but if you reach a state, you will truly realize that this bitterness is also sweet, and this sweetness is hidden in the bitterness.

62. 5. Landscape composition of 600 words

There is scenery along the way. From the moment I opened my eyes, I saw you, Mom and Dad, happily smiling from ear to ear.

You have always accompanied me along the way, making my childhood life the beautiful scenery I have now. Sometimes, looking back suddenly, it seems that I can go back to the silly and innocent me before.

There are scenery along the way. When I stepped into the school gate, I saw a group of cute and lively you - elementary school classmates. Along the way, I got 100 points for the first time, won an award for the first time, was criticized for the first time, was criticized for the first time... all of which were shared by you.

Let my primary school life become a beautiful scenery on my current life path. There are scenery along the way, and you taught me Confucius' "Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, it is knowing."

I will face my own learning honestly, knowing is knowing, not knowing If you know, you should ask the teacher for advice, don’t deceive yourself and others, and you are the one who gets up before the sun wakes up - the teacher. With your company, the door of Chinese characters and the ocean of English have become a glorious landscape for my learning.

There are scenery along the way. When I first stepped into the turning point of my life, a group of strange and enthusiastic you took the initiative to invite me to go forward together - junior high school classmates. With your company, my youthful life will surely sparkle and become a splendid landscape on the road of my life.

I looked at the scenery along the way, and my eyes slowly shed some crystal liquid. I was very happy, because the scenery along the way accompanied me as I grew up. Life comes in a hurry and goes in a hurry. Why don't you stop in your hurry and savor the scenery along the way? Stop, enjoy the scenery, collect your mood, and continue going forward. If you are tired, just stop. 6. A 600-word essay on the most beautiful scenery

Speaking of beautiful scenery, there are too many: lush forests, endless grasslands, vast lakes, deep blue skies; and the beautiful Jiangnan, Thousands of miles of frozen Northland, the splendid Forbidden City, exquisite gardens, from natural scenery to man-made buildings, beautiful scenery is everywhere.

However, no matter how romantic and charming the scenery is, no matter how world-famous the architecture is, it will not stay in my heart for long, but the way my mother is cooking in the kitchen is the most beautiful scenery in my heart! At this time, the beauty that appeared on my mother made me intoxicated and fascinated me!

The kitchen is a mother’s paradise. I love watching my mother cook. The way she cuts things with a kitchen knife is so graceful, and every time she cuts, she seems to be overflowing with love. Especially when making thick soup, she carefully considers it, as if adding an extra spoonful of water or a little less salt is a big deal.

When she served plates of delicious and fragrant dishes, her body was smelled of light oil smoke, which seemed to be the unique aroma of a woman who has become a mother. This fragrance is not as fresh as floral fragrance, not as rich as perfume, but a unique flavor that makes you feel at ease, comfortable, satisfied and happy.

The steam on the table is steaming, giving people a special enjoyment before eating.

Look, the crispy cucumbers, soft eggplants, soft pumpkins, and snow-smooth fish fillets were cooked by my mother with love. After eating them, our bodies were overflowing with joy. Mother's love has nothing to worry about anymore!

The natural scenery is very charming, and the man-made buildings are great, but they can't compare to my mother's kitchen. Mom’s kitchen is very simple, not luxurious, but it is the most beautiful scenery in my heart!

Hope to adopt 7. 600 words about the scenery of my hometown, written around Li

My hometown is a small town with beautiful scenery and green trees.

In spring, the branches take out their green branches, the grass opens its eyes lazily, and the flowers are in full bloom, red, blue, yellow, purple, all kinds of strange and colorful. The flowers emit bursts of intoxicating fragrance, attracting a large group of butterflies. The butterflies dance in the air. What a beautiful scene!

Summer is here, the leaves are greener, and I go fishing in the river. The trees are like some warriors. The flowers are also more fragrant and attractive. The lotus flowers are also blooming. The lotus leaves are green and the lotus flowers are light pink. They are so beautiful! We children like to go to the lotus pond to pick lotus roots and eat them. Fish are swimming in groups in the water. As soon as we catch them, they are "jumping around". It's so pitiful to see them begging!

In autumn, wild geese fly south, sometimes forming a herringbone formation, and sometimes forming a straight line. The sky is blue, and there is a golden scene under the sky. The wheat is yellow, and the leaves are also yellow. One by one, the leaves leave the arms of the big tree mother and "travel" alone. The farmer uncles are happy and busy during this season, because the wheat cultivated by their hard work has matured, and they are all busy cutting it!

Winter is here, and snowflakes fall from the sky to the ground. The whole world is white. The snowflakes are flower-shaped and white. When you hold them in your hands, they melt into small crystal water drops.

My hometown is so beautiful, I love my hometown! 8. A 600-word essay on the most beautiful scenery

The most beautiful scenery

On an early winter morning, my friends and I went to the park to play table tennis.

Although it was sunny that day, it was chilly and the breeze made people feel chilly.

Because I was still a novice, I was defeated after a while, and the ball was hit on the path. I quickly went to pick up the ball. I subconsciously looked up and saw two old people at the other end of the path. The old lady may be paralyzed and in a wheelchair. The skin on his face has become loose, and his face is covered with heavy wrinkles. His short hair seems to be covered with a layer of white frost, his big eyes have been sunken deeply, and his teeth are almost full of teeth. Her rough hands were covered with blood vessels like earthworms, but there was a smile on her face and happiness in her eyes. Followed by an old grandfather. The ruthless years have carved deep wrinkles in the corners of his eyes and forehead, and a thin layer of white frost has stained his temples. His back is already hunched, and his head is hunched over. The crutches couldn't support his body, and he always staggered when he walked, which made people worried. The old man walked with difficulty, and a gust of wind blew him. The old man immediately took off his coat in a panic. When the old woman saw it, she opened her mouth with difficulty, and it was very difficult to speak every word, "It's cold, you can put on your own clothes, I'm not cold." "I can hold on, it's okay." The old woman listened. His face was filled with smiles, his eyes were narrowed to a slit, and the deep wrinkles seemed to be invisible. The morning sun shines on the old man's silver hair, making him look full of energy. At the same time, it messes up the corners of his clothes and messes up my heart.

I was stunned and moved by the deep and selfless love between the old couple in front of me. At this time, the love between them has turned into a family relationship that depends on each other. They still stick to each other and support each other in the last moments of their lives. Although they will eventually pass away, they still dedicate their last love to each other.

The grandpa held the grandma's hand tightly, and the grandma patted the grandpa's hand gently with the other hand. Their eyes seemed to be shining with the same brilliance.

The sunshine shines warmly on my body. 9. The most beautiful scenery, a 600-word essay

In my heart, there has always been a beautiful scenery. It's not a historic site or a charming park. She was just an old lady with a beautiful heart, but her simple clothes, kind words and simple actions left me deeply moved...

It was a late autumn with the howling cold wind. My mother is in the kitchen cooking my little greedy cat's favorite - braised pork ribs and braised pork ribs. The fragrance has drifted into my room. I smelled it vigorously with my nose, then closed my eyes and slowly enjoyed it. At this moment, a burst of shouting interrupted my enjoyment: "Qianqian, there are no green onions in the refrigerator. Go buy some, just think of it as exercise!" I reluctantly put down the pen in my hand and weakly I responded: "Oh" I hurriedly took 50 yuan from the money jar and ran straight out the door, like a lively deer. "Ah! Why is it so cold?" I glanced at the sky a few times. It turns out that it was Granny Feng who was singing rock music happily. The cold wind blew against my face like the tip of a knife, causing me to pull my head back.

When we came to the vegetable market, there were very few people. I am afraid they were frightened by the cold wind! I looked around for the onion seller. ha! God help me! There was an old lady selling onions on the roadside. I ran over in a hurry, bought 5 yuan of green onions, and ran away in a hurry (I was afraid of the cold and wanted to go home quickly, and I still had unfinished homework!) I finally got home, but I had turned into a red nose. Your Majesty, while panting, handed the green onions to his mother, and prepared to do his homework. At this time, my mother asked casually: "Where is the change?" I was stunned and hurriedly reached for my pocket. "Ah!" I slapped the back of my head, my face changed, and I shouted, "I must have left it at the onion seller!" I ran away.

This time, the wind blew harder. I covered my ears and ran straight to the market. The market was almost empty, and it was quiet. I looked around: there seemed to be a figure dangling around. That person seemed to have seen me too. Run straight here. When I got closer, I realized that it was an old lady selling onions. She said to me with a smile on her face: "Little girl, you ran too fast just now, and I didn't even ask for the money!" She handed me 45 yuan with a pair of frozen red hands. Then she said with relief: "Now I'm relieved. You should go home quickly. It's too cold. Don't move. I'm leaving. "I saw that she had already put away her green onions, and she was obviously waiting for me!

Looking at her disappearing back, my heart was hit hard - I was very moved, and my heart was filled with joy. Thinking: Ah! Don’t people need this kind of help, trust and care? There are only a few people who can do it, but this ordinary old lady did it... 10. Pure Landscape Composition 600 words,,

"The scenery here is unique." The scenery that can make people boast is pleasing to the eye, elegant and refined, right? Naturally, it also makes people want to pursue thousands of scenery. There are thousands of things, but I only enjoy the scenery of my life.

The Rhythm of Spring

In childhood, accompanied by laughter and laughter, I was always accustomed to carrying. Friends lay on the comfortable grass and listened to the music of nature.

Butterflies danced, marking the beginning of spring. In an instant, the flower buds bloomed, and the teardrops falling on the petals reflected the brilliant colors. . The fragrance of flowers fills the air, and in a trance, it feels like a beautiful lady from the past has returned, which makes people's hearts tremble and move.

The butterflies are flying in the grass, and the flowers are blooming, joining hands to create a beautiful and intoxicating picture of the world. Look and smile, quietly listening to the music of spring.

The Soul of the Sea

Young people always want to break through the constraints and rush to freedom, so they want to soar over the sea and ride the waves. , I wanted to see the sea view.

Finally, one day, I came to the seaside, and what I saw was a dreamy place where the sea and the sky blended together. I felt the breath of the sea and marveled at the tolerance of the sea-the sea embraces all rivers. , I was shocked by its vastness. The golden beach has left my footprints, the footprints of my ideological growth.

Looking at the sea, the sea is not calm; stepping into the sea, I only feel one. The waves kept coming, trying their best to interpret the majestic momentum of the sea. At this moment, I thought of the daughter of the sea, the legendary underwater treasures, and all the stories about the sea. I wanted to find the deep cry of the seagulls...

Scenery of the Heart

Deep in the heart, there is a beautiful scenery. There is the paradise described by Tao Yuanming: green mountains and green waters, blue sea and sky, and flocks of cattle and sheep. , there are fragrant rice flowers. People treat each other openly and honestly; people and things live in harmony with each other. This is the illusory paradise that Tao Yuanming saw when he was born, but it is the realm of great harmony that I expect to see when I enter the world.

Facing the sun, with joy, and feeling carefully, the scenery along the way is really beautiful...