Selected 600-word landscape diary model essays 10.

If you want to write a picturesque composition, you must rely on observation, because observation is the first element of writing. When we observe the scenery, we should not only observe each part in a certain order, but also carefully observe the scenery of each part. The following is a 600-word diary about landscape writing. I hope you like it.

Selected 600-word landscape diaries 1

"hurry up! Come out! Look at the sky! " Dad stood outside the door and shouted at me excitedly. What happened? I want to know. The sky? Will it be like this?

I curiously followed my father's voice and walked out of the house. Dad pointed to the moon in the sky and said excitedly to me, "There will be a total lunar eclipse tonight! 152 only appeared once! " Wow! I see!

I looked at the sky with my eyes wide open. The white jade plate-shaped moon began to slowly seem to be bitten off by something. Gradually, the moon changed from silvery white to dark red, and it seems to be getting darker and darker. Maybe the moon will turn black at last? I am curious.

The moon finally turned into a red moon. I looked up at it, it hung like a big red cherry in the quiet night sky; From another perspective, it looks like a bright red pearl. People can't help but want to pick it by hand.

"Why is there a total lunar eclipse?" I asked my father curiously. Dad said he didn't know much about it either, so let me check the information myself. So, I can't wait to go home and find the encyclopedia. I finally know that the sun is blocked by the earth, and the sun, the earth and the moon are in a straight line. The sun cannot shine on the moon, and the moon itself will not shine. So, in fact, the moon was "eaten" by our earth, which is rare.

When I came to the door again in high spirits and told my father excitedly what I had found, the moon had gradually returned to its original appearance and the total lunar eclipse was over. I am still staring at the sky reluctantly, trying to witness another wonderful total lunar eclipse. But unfortunately, I'm afraid I can only witness this once.

What are the unknown mysteries in the magical space? What other interesting phenomena are there in the vast universe? Through this wonderful total lunar eclipse observation, I not only learned a lot of astronomical knowledge and some common sense of life, but also felt the wonderful fun brought by scientific knowledge.

Selected 600-word Landscape Diary II

My favorite place to go to Hulunbeier this time is Manzhouli.

We went to the doll square first. Many dolls, large and small, are placed in the square, and even the appearance of various scenic spots and art galleries is doll-shaped. There are people from China, foreigners, people in real life, and princesses in comics. There are also bumper cars, roller coasters, pirate ships, carousels and other fun amusement facilities. Let's play the pirate ship first, and the ship rocked higher and higher. It's a good thing we sat in the middle, otherwise I was scared to death. I heard many uncles and aunts shouting on it, saying it was terrible! Then we went to sit on the octopus's swing arm. The octopus's swing arm is similar to a pirate ship, except that it is up and down, and it is upside down. I almost cried after sitting down. Then, I saw a group of Russians performing dances and musical instruments and took the initiative to take photos with us! After the Russians left, we went to play bumper cars, coffee cups and carousels. The most exciting ride I took was the little roller coaster. There is a sharp turn in the middle, which is the most exciting. If it weren't for the seat belt and armrest, I would have been thrown out!

After visiting Taowa Square, we went to the countryside again, and many armed police uncles stood guard at the border. My mother also said that when I went abroad, I went to Russia. But we didn't bring our household registration book. If so, we can go to Russia. In order to see Russia, my father bought me a telescope so that I could see what Russia was like. I also saw the Russian sentry post through the telescope, as well as the Russian houses and crops in the distance.

It's getting dark after visiting the country. In Manchuria under the shadow of night, every building is surrounded by lights, and even every window has lights. Walking on the streets of Manzhouli, blond Russians can be seen everywhere. Our hotel is on the tenth floor. Looking through the window, the whole Manchuria is magnificent.

I will come to Manzhouli again if I have the chance.

600 words selected landscape diary 3

Spring has just passed, and the breath of summer is blowing on my face.

Summer has a unique personality. It is full of vigor and vitality, mature and steady, and has a unique charm.

Summer is the season of leaves. Pieces of new green are growing at full strength at this time. There is a cluster of dark green here and a cluster of dark green there, growing and growing wantonly, reflecting the golden light in the dazzling sunlight at noon, so the whole world is covered with these dazzling greens.

Summer is the season when flowers bloom. All kinds of flowers, one here, a cluster there, large tracts of beautiful. Red, yellow, blue, pink and white ... make summer colorful; Just after the summer rain, you can see splashing water and colorful umbrella flowers that make summer look vibrant. The most distinctive thing is the skirt flowers raised by girls. Female students who love beauty can't wait to put on beautiful skirts and get together to show off their new skirts. Hundred-fold skirts, one-step skirts, over-the-knee skirts, miniskirts ... one after another, the skirts bloom happily with the girl's jumping figure.

Summer is the season of water. The white clouds were too hot to bear, and suddenly they stretched their faces. As a result, big drops of rain fell from the sky and cheered and became a unique landscape. The air is particularly fresh after the rain, and the beautiful sky draws a rainbow. At this time, raindrops are still dripping under the eaves, splashing large and small puddles on the ground, which makes people ecstatic.

The beauty of summer should be felt with heart. When you really integrate into summer, you find my heart as hot as summer, full of happiness and hope. I like summer.

600 words selected landscape diary 4

Spring is full of vitality, birds and flowers; In summer, the sun is like fire, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun; Autumn is crisp and leaves fall; It is cold and snowy in winter. I like that passionate summer.

It is very hot in summer, so hot that cicadas on the tree shout, "It's so hot! It's so hot! " The dog is too hot to spit out its tongue, but I like this hot summer very much. Because in summer, I can enjoy delicious ice cream, and I feel delicious when I think about it. Most importantly, in summer, we can have a long and happy summer vacation, and I can enjoy swimming to the fullest.

In the summer vacation, I will visit the lotus garden with my parents. The lotus flowers there are really beautiful! Once people get there, they will be attracted by the graceful posture of lotus flowers in the pond and never want to leave. The fragrance of lotus is so refreshing, and its dance is so beautiful! Look, the lotus is so charming and lovely in the sunshine that people can't help bending down to taste her fragrance and beauty. Look, the lotus leaf is like a green umbrella. Fish are playing below, and cute little dragonflies are dancing among the lotus leaves. They told me the joy of flying. From a distance, lotus, lotus leaf, dragonfly and butterfly form a beautiful picture of summer beauty.

The happiest and most important thing for us boys in summer is swimming. Hot weather will make you walk to the swimming pool to feel the rare coolness. I can't wait to jump into the cool water. Ah, that's cool. All the heat and troubles disappeared without a trace at that moment. Swimming has become my favorite sport in summer, which may be one of the important reasons why I love summer alone.

In summer, I love it passionately, love the lotus that reflects the sunshine, and love it can give me endless happiness!

600 words selected landscape diary 5

It's getting dark, a golden plate slowly rises to the black sky, and coils of golden light spread around, illuminating the dark sky like a lamp. This is a beautiful moon. She looked at the earth quietly with a kind and gentle smile on her round face. A few thin clouds are around her, just like the veil of a fairy dancing. From here, I think of Beethoven's moonlight song. Accompanied by this wonderful song, I seem to dance my veil and dance around the moon with moonlight and white clouds.

Suddenly, a dark spot appeared on the moon, which caught my attention and made me curious. I wonder what's on the moon. Is it possible that Wu Gang really cut down a Yushu tree like the legend? Or there is a Guanghan Palace on the moon, where Chang 'e lives ... just like thinking.

"The willow shoots on the moon", the mirror-like moon hangs in the sky, and the dissolved moonlight makes me relaxed and happy. Looking at the dark blue sky, I was lost in thought …

Throughout the ages, how many literati have sung songs to the moon!

"The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " Lonely night, I suddenly woke up, looking at the bright moon, lingering homesickness arises spontaneously. Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night is only 20 words, but it evokes many guests' homesickness!

Thinking about it, I'm getting hooked. After a while, a few pale clouds covered the delicate face of the moon and saw her floating around in the clouds. Suddenly, I listened to my mother's voice telling me to sleep and walked away reluctantly. I told the moon that I would come to accompany her again.

Sleeping in bed, I kept thinking about the moon and her moving dance ... suddenly, the moonlight shone in front of my bed through the window, and I was very happy. Moonlight weaves a dream for me with coolness. Slowly, I fall asleep. The moon protects me like a mother and watches me sleep.

Ah! How happy I am! I have the care and love of my parents, the warmth of my family, and a bosom friend who can't speak but looks like a second mother-the moon!

600 words selected landscape diary 6

April dusk, strolling in the quiet Yuan Ye, the smell of My Sweetie, the lilac paulownia flowers floating from the left shoulder and the pink peach blossoms falling from the right cheek. The smoke smelled of bacon and water chrysanthemum cake. The kitchen smoke is reflected by the sunset glow and draped over you. A few early stars can't wait to catch up with your eyes. You are as beautiful as a married mother.

Larks stopped at the treetops, birds flew across the sky, murmured and sang, and then began to sing and dance, as if to meet and set off for a distant place.

Sunset is like your young lover, wearing Chinese rose and holding a red handkerchief, gently lowering your head, turning back step by step and returning shyly. Not far away, tall factories stand in the urban-rural fringe, and you and I walk carefully by the river. Farmers are singing songs with hoes, spreading the happiness of ordinary days, and domestic dogs are guarding the old maple trees at the head of the village.

The mirage on the horizon radiates thousands of golden lights, which is the palace of the Tang Dynasty. A feast of love is spreading, and ancient colorful feathers are floating. Years inadvertently flow into the turbulent and insurmountable heart sea, passing by us in a hurry, leaving helpless vastness and expectation.

April dusk is a deep song, a hasty sigh and a restored memory.

Walking on the empty Yuan Ye, frogs are cooing, dragonflies are hovering over rape flowers, bees are chasing each other, safflower and seeds are posing, grass probes are peeking on the ridge, and black soil is giggling.

An ancient well sat in the vegetable garden by the roadside, holding the sunset glow in his arms. The peasant woman went to the well to fetch water and pulled the bucket up with a rope. Fog filled the deep well and clear springs gushed out. The little boy rode on the back of the cow and shouted at the cow with his hand as a horn; Grandpa led the cow to plow the field, patted the cow's ass with a whip and hummed the popular Huangmei tune. In the season of plowing and harrowing, the cool evening breeze blows wantonly, and the evening in April is picturesque in fireworks.

You and I are strolling leisurely in the countryside, and the sunset overlaps our shadows, blending our thoughts and feelings, which is extremely comfortable; The setting sun separates our shadows again, like oak and kapok, which is the most tacit understanding.

Happiness overflowed everywhere in April dusk, and this scene became a memory.

600 words selected landscape diary 7

I have been to many beautiful places, including the majestic Great Wall, caves connected with caves, caves covered with Changyu's miraculous caves, and Yang Yanshan full of tea ... However, what I like best is the beautiful and magical Xianju Gongyuyan, which is like a paradise.

There are countless strange peaks and rocks here, and the trees look like serious, loyal and brave soldiers. They are all upright. The crystal dew rolled on the green floor. They are like naughty children making faces at you, and immediately jump into the wet soil to hide. In the blue sky, a few white clouds glided slowly, enjoying a comfortable sunshine bath, and a few birds rushed through, broke through the clouds and finally disappeared into my sight. I stood on a high place and had a bird's eye view of the beautiful scenery: there was secluded peace here. Looking up, there is a waterfall in the distance, just like the upside-down Tianhe. The stream at the foot of the mountain is like an ancient bronze mirror, shining in the sunlight. A forest, leaves grow luxuriantly, piled on it one by one, leaving no gaps, and those leaves look so fresh and comfortable.

Climb to the top of the mountain and you will shine at the moment. There is an ancient village in front of you. Smoke billowed from the kitchen chimney. There is a golden terrace around the mountain village. The fields are covered with Huang Chengcheng rice, which looks like gold. Under the breeze, it looks like a huge golden carpet, with fragrant rice in the breeze. That road is not asphalt, but a muddy path full of pastoral flavor. There is no noise of the city, no cold smell of urban reinforced concrete, endless fields and very fresh air, which makes people feel very relaxed and free. Flowers are in full bloom in the field, and many flowers are competing to open, and no one will let anyone, which dazzles me. The fields are not only full of beautiful flowers, but also the fruit trees are full of refreshing fruits. They grow gratifying, icing on the cake for beautiful flowers! Because of them, this place has become so beautiful, just like a paradise.

Time is like a breeze blowing at work. Although the happy time was short, it left me an indelible memory. Our songs and laughter stay here and reverberate here for a long time. ...

600 words selected landscape diary 8

I never dared to long for sunshine. It is so great and beautiful. I have been worshipping silently in my heart, just like worshipping a god. However, I am afraid of it, afraid of its greatness and beauty, afraid that one day I will melt under its light, so I never want to open the window and accept the baptism of the sun.

What's outside the window? Is it a little sunshine from the crack in the tree? Is it a musical of wind and rain? Or a terrible python hovering outside the window waiting for my "delicious meal"? ..... I think so.

I asked myself more than once: "Do you want to open the window?" However, after hesitating for a while, the result is always timid-don't. In fact, maybe the window is full of vitality and joy? However, maybe it is full of traps and evil? ..... Dare not think, dare not think again. Just sitting alone in the corner, keeping company with the shadow reflected by the light. ...

Everyone has a window, and everyone longs for it. However, few people really dare to open the window to welcome the sunshine. I have heard a saying: "Happiness and happiness should be greeted by yourself, not let it come to you." Indeed, although there will be difficulties around you on the way to meet the sunshine, when you bravely open the window, you will see a blue sea and blue sky. It is true that not all those who dare to meet the sunshine will get it.

So, I looked at the mysterious window with a dignified expression and couldn't help walking towards it like a ghost. Although, there may be a little sunshine, there may also be pythons. However, I was completely covered by something inexplicable and couldn't extricate myself. I held out my hand, touched my fingertips on the window, and retreated timidly. "Push away, be brave!" A voice sounded in my ear. Suddenly, the still sea rolled up-I suddenly opened the window with my hand. In an instant, the dazzling and beautiful sunshine came through the window through the cracks in the tree. The dark room suddenly became so bright and beautiful, just like the sleeping beauty in the fairy tale just woke up. What made me even more incredible was that I saw a lush commercial scene outside the window: orioles and larks were singing and making noise among the treetops, and the grass was dancing and swaying in the wind. Naughty dragonflies gently beat the calm lake surface, causing ripples in circles. ...

I am bathed in sunshine, greedily sucking freshness and enjoying the beauty of the moment.

I just feel it now-when I bravely open the window of my heart, I will find it so beautiful outside the window!

600 words selected landscape diary 9

It's daytime, and my room is very bright.

But the doors and windows are closed and the curtains are low. I sat on the sofa in the living room, staring at the floor with empty eyes. The bedroom is very dark, and the light only shines on the living room and me. I suddenly had an idea: open the window.

I never thought I had the talent to be a painter, but art is sometimes just a simple expression of people's true feelings. In the third grade of primary school, I sat under the creaking wooden window, biting the end of a rotten pencil and burying my head in painting my future self. A chirping bird outside the window caught my attention. When I looked up, I saw the bird on the windowsill flapping its edge hard and soon disappeared from sight, leaving me with only a back. "In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly." I looked into the distance along the seemingly nonexistent traces, and there was nothing but mountains and water. A trickle is dotted with peach blossoms; Rice seedlings are swaying on the terraces; Blue sky and white clouds constantly change shape like hand shadow play. With a click, the dropped pen woke me up from drunkenness. I quickly took out my crayon and drew this unforgettable scene like a photographer catching lightning.

This is the origin of the "terrace" on the wall. Later, this painting won some awards, so it was copied again in the form of oil painting. Before I stood up, I glanced at the picture, which seemed to increase my confidence. Yes, how can I suppress myself so much? This living room is too dark, and it will be moldy and rotten. Shouldn't I let myself enjoy the beautiful scenery outside the window and let the sunshine embrace me? How long have you been living in this light like a prisoner? Does it take so much courage to open the window?

I shook my head hard to wake myself up, but I saw the photo album "Window" given to me by my friend. He is really an able man, running around the world and taking countless photos in every window. Like Li Shizhen collecting all kinds of herbs, he tirelessly patted all kinds of scenery outside the window-a string of wooden wind chimes under the cornice struck a quaint tone; Tulip fields in the distance dance with the wind; Insects and wild animals are dancing in the dense rainforest. And my favorite one is that one-the sunset is stained with dark clouds at the zenith, and a golden butterfly is dotted in the roadway.

Whether there is a golden butterfly outside the window or not, I am determined to open the window. I trudged, hesitated and staggered to the window like a drunk. On the table along the way, there is a guide to the art of window grilling. On the ground, on the window and in the heart, I have made up my mind to open the window sash and see how beautiful butterflies dance. I stood still, closed my eyes, pulled the curtain hard and pushed hard.

Sure enough, a sandstorm choked my eyes and mouth. I only see the window opposite the 36th floor. In the narrow gap, there are many property markets on the ground, and the sky is gloomy.

I ran back to the dark bedroom like crazy. ...

Selected 600-word landscape diaries 10

Poplar, he was my childhood friend.

When I was very young, I always played games with my friends under the poplar. The summer sun shines on the dense green leaves of poplar trees, and a sparkling parasol holds up our heads. Leaves are as beautiful as fairy tales. We play under the leaves and enjoy a carefree life. In retrospect, there will always be a shiny poplar leaf in front of me.

When I grow up, I will collect the fallen leaves every autumn, and my grandmother always carefully helps me put them into an unknown book. At that time, I didn't know what specimens were or why I collected fallen leaves, but I brought back countless poplar leaves with great interest every day, and my grandmother always put them in the book with a smile. Neighbors see me picking up fallen leaves and leave me beautiful leaves every time I clean the yard. Once, a neighbor's elder sister gave me a boat made of yellow leaves. I am so excited that I take boats everywhere. When I sleep at night, I deliberately let my grandmother put it out of the reach of the pet dog. That puppy is also my good friend, but I guess he may have fallen out of favor for several days because of the deciduous boat.

In winter, poplars hide all their leaves. Whenever this happens, grandma takes out the fallen leaves caught in the book in autumn. Grandma taught me to draw on the leaves with colored pens. After painting, grandma put tape on both sides of the leaves, tied the leaves together with thread and hung them on the door and wall. Grandma and I also used poplar leaves to collage pictures. A few leaves, simply folded a few times, make up a unique picture, which is very interesting. The wall is covered with such paintings, and grandma calls it my "leaf painting exhibition". Every winter, there are strings of poplar leaves, leaf paintings and grandma's loving smile.

When spring comes, new green leaves leap on the branches. Looking at the delicate new leaves, I began to expect them to grow up quickly and become golden poplar leaves in summer.

I grow up in hope year after year, and poplar leaves are my inseparable partners. It was not until that autumn that we had to break up. In order to expand the road, the yard will be demolished. I picked up the poplar leaves on the ground for the last time, and grandma put them in the book, just like before. On that day, I bid farewell to the poplar leaves that accompanied me through my childhood.

Later, I went back to that street. The yard is gone. I can't believe all the poplars are gone, only thick stumps are left. A few months later, I went back to that street. This time, even the stumps disappeared and the road widened.

I still cherish the last few poplar leaves. When I see poplars, I will think of poplar leaves that accompanied me through my childhood.

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