Write a composition from far to near

1. From far to near, the composition says that August 18 of the lunar calendar is the annual tide-watching day. This morning, we came to Yan Guan Town in Haining, which is said to be the best place to watch the tide. We followed the tide watchers to the seawall levee. The vast Qiantang River unfolds in front of us. The river is calm and wider to the east, and it is covered with a layer of misty mist under the sunshine after the rain. Zhenhai Ancient Pagoda, Zhongshan Pavilion and Tide Observatory stand by the river. In the distance, several hills are looming in the clouds. Before the tide came, the seawall levee was already crowded with people. Everyone looked east with their heads held high, waiting and expecting.

At about one o'clock in the afternoon, there was a rumble in the distance, like a muffled thunder rolling. Suddenly, people are buzzing and we are told that the tide is coming! We stood on tiptoe and looked eastward, but the river remained calm and unchanged. After a while, the noise became louder and louder. I saw a white line at the junction of water and sky in the east, and the crowd was boiling again.

The white line quickly moved towards us, gradually elongated and thickened, and crossed the river. Approached, I saw white waves rolling, forming a water wall more than two meters long. The tide is getting closer and closer, like thousands of white horses going hand in hand, galloping mightily; The sound is like a landslide, as if the earth were shaken by an earthquake.

In an instant, the tide rushed to the west, but the aftermath was still rolling all over the sky, and the wind was still whistling on the river. It was a long time before the Qiantang River calmed down. Looking under the embankment, the river has risen by two zhangs.

2. What are the components from far to near? When I finally climbed to the top of the mountain and stood on the commanding heights, I could see an infinitely vast world-layers of peaks looked at me quietly, telling me what greatness is with their majestic gestures, and telling me what connotation is with their green colors. I saw the tired birds flying back and heard the pines, which made me open my arms. Since then, I can't help but open my arms.

As night fell, I gradually descended the mountain. I play hide-and-seek with pheasants, rabbits and birds. On paths deep in the jungle, they are red, white and gray. I don't know who swam quietly, but suddenly there was a splash behind me. When I turned to look for it, there was no trace. The cool breeze is blowing gently, which makes people feel refreshed. That kind of taste quietly flows into your heart like a trickle, and it is like a little dew infiltrating the tip of your tongue. I picked up a fallen leaf at my feet, and the oily green washed my eyes. I can't put it down. When I look carefully, there are some tiny dewdrops between the extremely slender meridians. I stared at it. A thirsty elf fanned a pair of little wings and landed on the leaves. I can't wait to know about the world's most pocket-sized drink. It must be sweet. I feel infinite joy in my heart.

3. The 400-word composition describing the characters from far and near walked on the quiet stone road, and the footsteps of "Da Da" jumped into my heart. Occasionally, I can hear dogs barking. The doors on both sides of the street are closed, and I am the only one walking in the huge space. Perhaps it just rained last night, and the air was filled with a faint scent of earth, which made people feel deeply worried. Occasionally, I can see a few residual raindrops falling from the eaves and making a crisp sound. Suddenly, the bang really scared me. When I took a closer look, it turned out that a frog suddenly jumped out of the rock, jumped quickly from my feet, but splashed a stone. I bent down to pick up the stone and looked up, but I was shocked. I saw a wild goose flying in the distance, in Guang Mao.

4. From far to near, write a composition of 600 words. Gradually, slowly, it rained harder and harder. "Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

After a long time, the rain stopped and we arrived at our destination-Hengdian.

Stepping into the gate, you are greeted by the outer eye room with blue bricks and black tiles, which makes people seem to have entered a continuous picture. This is based on Zhang Zeduan's The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival. The mountain peaks in the distance are vague and misty; The flowers and trees nearby are also hazy fairyland. The pavilion seems to have played hide-and-seek with us. Not far away, there was a cock crow, which turned out to be a cockfight. The two chickens are aggressive and magnificent, showing no weakness. They kept flapping their wings to outdo each other. Finally, the winner was decided, but the other one still refused to admit defeat and insisted on returning to the stage.

Here we are again in the film and television area, and the people sitting here are very crowded. The lights were flickering, and suddenly, several people "flew" out of the air. They turn over, jump up and down, and are nimble and changeable. It is pleasing to the eye and feast one's eyes. After a while, two more stalks appeared. They were eager to try, danced rhythmically and climbed to the top of the pole. The most striking thing is "Dancing", where two people walk in the air, dancing gracefully, and the snowflakes falling in the air are like flying fairies. It's refreshing, as if there is an immersive feeling.

There is a saying: "Once you step into a painting, it's like dreaming back to a thousand years ago." Yes, this trip is like visiting China for five thousand years.

5. Write a composition about rain from far to near. The sun scorched the earth.

Pug Xiao Huang stuck out his tongue and gasped listlessly. Leaves droop, cicadas cry feebly in the trees, and even the air is warm.

It's hot and noisy outside, and everything seems so impetuous. Suddenly, the sky seemed to darken and the sun was swallowed up by dark clouds.

A strong wind blew and the leaves rustled. The wind blows my skirt, so cool.

I am enjoying the cool wind. A drop of rain fell on my arm. I looked up, and a raindrop the size of a bean grain hit me. I hurried into the room and sat at my desk. Through the window, I heard the sound of the wind blowing leaves; I saw the rain beads rolling on the glass window, line by line, all over the window, blurring my vision.

The trees, houses and roads outside seem to be immersed in the world of water and jade, dancing with the wind. ..... The rain stopped and the wind stopped blowing.

I hurried out. Wow, that's cool. The air temperature has also dropped.

I greedily breathed the fresh air after the rain. I squatted down and stretched myself, and found a snail crawling towards the stagnant water in the corner, as if to enjoy this cool natural ice spring! Glittering water drops are playing on the slide among the green leaves. In a blink of an eye, the world slipped to the tip of the blade and then ran to the ground to play.

"Look, it's beautiful!" I was attracted by the laughter of a group of children. I stood up and looked, "Wow, it's a rainbow!" I cried with excitement.

There are colorful rainbows hanging on the horizon, like a fairy watching the world. Cool weather, accompanied by charming rainbows, makes people feel particularly happy! I heard cicadas in the trees again, but this time I'm not so weak and impetuous.

I saw Xiao Huang the pug again, but he stopped breathing, and the leaves looked up to admire the charming rainbow. The same person, the same thing, but because of your arrival, it's different! The autumn tiger is still shining. When he slept at night, he looked out of the window and saw one or two yellow leaves falling leisurely.

The hoarse cicada song has disappeared, but the yellow leaves have not finished falling. Is it autumn after all? Autumn wind and autumn rain make people sad.

A lot of people say that. I am also trudging through the thick history on a rainy night of autumn rain with a copy of History.

From Shang to Tang, from Qin to Kanggan, from Jin and Wei to Song and Yuan Dynasties, there was wind and rain. There are books burning, literary inquisition, prose and poetry, whatever it is, it is accompanied by autumn rain along the way.

Rain hits my heart and hurts my body; From temples to brothels, from crescent spring to West Lake water, from Dujiangyan to Wujiang boat, only autumn rain accompanied us all the way. Rain hits my heart, and I can't breathe or look up. From the Seven Sages of Bamboo Grove to Fan Chengda, from Empress Dowager Cixi to Eight-Nation Alliance, from the courtiers holding the power to the street buskers, all the way there was only the noise of autumn rain, which stung my heart and body, and I was at a loss.

Open the thick history of China, turn it over again, turn it over again, turn it over again, but it's only accompanied by autumn rain, and it's getting colder and colder ... What a beautiful thing, as long as it is stained with the tears of China history, will it be so heavy? Thick city walls, huge bluestone slabs, and even the wrinkles on the face, body, heart and hands of the elderly who are taking a nap on the roadside are already impenetrable ... This is autumn rain. Without the hope brought by spring rain, without the prosperity brought by summer rain, even the brewing brought by winter snow is gone.

It only brings frustration and pain. No wonder people often say that autumn will never be the season of love! But a good season to break up! Autumn rain is cold because it falls from the sky, so high, so high, so high.

"It's too cold up there". How can it not be cold? Autumn rain is bitter, falling from such a high sky and infiltrating into such a deep and cold underground. How can it not be bitter or astringent? Autumn rain is tears, tears in the sky, freezing cold, so everything wet by autumn rain will be ready to hibernate, right? Only pine and cypress can't, because the roots of pine and cypress are so tight and deep that the autumn rain can't reach it. So deep, pine and cypress have an ancient Spartan heart, which can't tolerate tenderness and can't feel the cold, bitterness and pain of autumn rain ... Autumn rain is very sad. Standing on the tail of this autumn, I am worried about China's profound and painful history.

However, it is precisely because we stand on the tail of autumn that we can see the coming winter hopefully. We spend two seasons a year carving complex patterns on the back of China's deep soul, and then harvest the pain caused by depicting the soul in autumn, but pick up hope again in autumn and head for a new winter! That will be the moment when our souls get medals! Many people don't like rainy weather, and they will feel depressed and dull in this weather.

Me neither. I like the rain so much. Every time it rains, I have an impulse to rush out and take a good shower.

I often personify rain as a naughty child. It sometimes falls down like a delicate and shy little girl.

Sometimes it rains heavily, refreshing and tidy, like a little boy. That's it, it brings us different feelings of loving rain and thinking it's magical. It's like a strange gift from nature.

Every time you come, it will give us a brand-new feeling. When it is too light to touch, it brings us a romantic and elegant quiet atmosphere; When it is wild, it can make our mood detached; When you are straightforward, let the smiling faces of the surrounding scenery shine.

Feel the rain, we can learn a lot from the soul soaked in rain. When lightning strikes, the rain will always compete with them at all costs, and the spirit of not being afraid and daring to fight is worth learning; When it is weak and lingering, we can feel its quiet but not chaotic atmosphere, and everything is so orderly, just like an old man can still blend quietly and calmly in a flustered environment.

Rain, that's it. Everything about it is the crystallization of wisdom, which brings us enlightenment. Read the rain, savor it, and slowly appreciate the evaluation of rain since ancient times.

The ancients said, "sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently" to praise the selflessness and preciousness of rain; There is also "going home, no wind and rain, no sunshine" to imply that rain can temper people's character; There are many people today.

6. Baiyun composition (from far to near) After lunch today, I was idle and stood on the balcony on the third floor looking up at the sky. I saw white clouds moving slowly in the air like catkins. The attitude of the white clouds has changed greatly. Look at the horizon. Isn't that cloud like a swan covered with snow? Why don't you move? Oh, it's sleeping. Ah, the swan is moving! It woke up, flew this way, flew, flew, and the "swan" became bigger, blurred, faded and finally disappeared. Ah, what's that cloud like? It's so scary! Oh! It turned out to be like the king of beasts, the tiger. It walked forward with its mouth wide open and its tail wagged. After a while, its mouth became bigger and more terrible, and gradually, its mouth disappeared. Then the tiger's limbs and tail disappeared. There is a strange cloud over there, motionless, unlike a tiger or a swan. What's it like? Move, move, come closer and see clearly. It turned out to be like a unicorn, with a man on his back, like Guanyin Bodhisattva. Here they come, getting closer and bigger. At the same time, they gradually spread and finally become fragmented clouds. Ah, Baiyun, you are so white and beautiful. I have grown up.