Landscape works (a place)

Article 1: My hometown is in the countryside, where the scenery is beautiful and beautiful. Especially in autumn, nature is even more dazzling.

The smell of maturity pervades the garden, giving off an attractive fragrance. The harvest is in sight, and the cultivators are all smiling and beaming. Pears in Huang Chengcheng are shining with golden light and smiling in green. Green cabbage, a clump here and a clump there, is green and dripping, just like laying a green carpet on the garden. What is even more refreshing is to stand outside the garden and look at the garden: the garden is golden and occasionally dotted with a little green, which is particularly harmonious. The pleasing trees are covered with gold, and a breeze blows, and the yellow leaves are fluttering, just like colorful butterflies, dancing with the wind.

Walking in the garden, the whole garden is beautiful. You see, the yellow is elegant, the white is noble, and the purple is warm and deep, splashing and blooming in the autumn wind.

Of course, in autumn in my hometown, fog is the most charming and popular with children. Every morning, the world is misty, the mountains and seas are misty, and the mountains are undulating, just like Penglai Fairy Island, which is fascinating. Occasionally, a farmhouse will be exposed to the fog and smoke, and the smell of breakfast and the slightly meaningful morning fog constitute a harmonious and charming picture.

Whenever there is fog, the beautiful mountains and rivers in my hometown are integrated with the mirage in my heart. No matter what year and month, how far away and where I am, the hometown of autumn will always be hazy in my life.

Autumn in my hometown is also a windy world and a paradise for rain. Autumn morning, the breeze is singing. Pearl dew has arrived. Brought the coolness of autumn and absorbed the heat of summer; It brought snow-white clouds and erased the residual heat. The rain is the most unusual, as fine as an ox's hair, densely woven obliquely, and the needles are shining. How nice it is to say "sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things quietly" before the autumn rain in my hometown. There are always signs that the autumn wind will start first. Autumn rain fell silently on the ground. Autumn rain is harmonious. It took away the long drought in summer and brought the long-awaited wetness and coolness. I like autumn rain.

Autumn in my hometown! Whenever you come, the joy in my heart is always beyond words, which can only be summarized by a poem written by the great poet Du Fu, "However, I am frantically packing my books and poems".

I love my hometown, especially the intoxicating autumn in my hometown.

Chapter 2: When I first arrived in Badaling, Beijing, I fell into the overlapping thick green. The car is on the road, with high ridges on both sides. Compared with the mountains in Shaoxing, it is indeed much more magnificent here.

Finally, the Great Wall appeared, winding in the thick green, which triggered the thinking of many heroes throughout the ages.

Badaling Great Wall is the north gate of Juyongguan. The east gate says "Copper Lock for the North Gate" and the west gate says "Juyongguan Town". Yanqing County in the north and Zhen Xuan Town in the west, hence the name "Badaling".

I feel cool after getting off the bus. The mountain wind dances with the Great Wall, and my aloof personality sets off its momentum.

The stone steps of the Great Wall are very high, so it's a little difficult to push them up. You have to bow your head to climb them.

Badaling Road is particularly wide, allowing five horses to run side by side. The whole city wall is paved with granite strips and special city bricks, and guarding the city can be described as "impregnable".

Hold the stone fence, I feel cold. Along the city wall, there are enemy platforms, cribs and hiding holes, and drainage systems, about ten paces away.

The drainage system is at the foot of granite, and there is a square hole. The mountain wind is pouring in, and it is cold from the feet to the hands. Seen from the railing, the winding Great Wall extends to the horizon. After thousands of years of wind and frost, the bricks became more polished and finally smooth when they were knocked on the solid towers.

In those days, the sword and shadow seemed to flash before my eyes, the steeds that went straight to the battlefield seemed to gallop in front of me, the cries and screams of those years seemed to reverberate in my ears, and the bonfires of those years seemed to burn in front of my eyes ... How could I not give in to the freedom of "holding the lute on the plug and returning the camel to my hometown", how could I not give in to the heroic spirit of Li Zicheng invading Badaling and entering the Great Wall, and how many heroic sons and daughters watched the history of the ages.

When I came to the Great Wall, I had to climb Hero Slope, but my back was wet when I climbed it. The originally slightly flat road is getting steeper and steeper. I just feel untenable, so I have to clench my fist and go forward. My palms are already sweating.

Climb to the later, the calf has no consciousness, only feel a twinge of pins and needles, to the hero slope, just feel tired, Shan Ye breeze poured in from the mouth of the city wall, Mao Zedong's inscription "He who does not reach the Great Wall is not a hero" is particularly eye-catching in the mountain wind.

In the distance of the Great Wall stands a huge sign that reads "OneWorld, One Dream", with "One World, One Dream" in English below and the Olympic logo on the left. In 2008, we are all expecting that a dream will stand on this Chinese treasure.

Coming down from the Great Wall, the sun is just overhead. It's time to have dinner under the Great Wall. I wanted to have a big meal because I was tired and hungry, but the food here was too salty to swallow, so I had to eat a bowl of miscellaneous sauce noodles.

In the afternoon, the Great Wall is still magnificent. Some things in the Great Wall Museum are imitations. I have no interest except swords, armor, cannons and huge models of the Great Wall.

At night, I still think about the Great Wall. My transparent heart turns into rain and drops on the thick wall.