Xiaoqiao Liu Shui renjia composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is the composition of a small bridge and flowing water family I carefully arranged for reference only, hoping to help everyone.

My hometown is a place with beautiful water, trees and people.

A clear and insightful stream gurgles around the village all the year round. Standing by the stream and looking in, you will see several tadpoles strolling in the water in droves. There are also a few happy little fish playing among the water plants, and sometimes they are accidentally entangled! Their efforts are really lovely. From a distance, you will see several grandmothers washing their own vegetables and fruits and occasionally talking about family life. When the waterfowl stood on its waist, a gust of wind blew. Waterbirds sing sweet songs, and running water sings along with them. At this time, several grandmothers can sing folk songs, which will make you dance. Not only that, but the weeping willows by the stream are also distorted. There are two or three branches that are particularly long, hanging on the water and painted with sparkling ripples; There are also fallen leaves falling on the water and dancing water ballet, which makes people feel that everything is so harmonious.

Even if it is dry, the river will not dry up. Villagers usually make a living from it. It can be said that this stream has become a corner of the village landscape. It is not as magnificent as the sea, nor as beautiful as the West Lake. It's that simple, but it makes people feel happy. A group of six or seven-year-old children and I like to pry open stones and look for small fish, shrimp and crabs. Instead of catching food, we play in glass bottles. Look! A little boy with a watermelon head is observing the target, a little crab. He waited until the little crab stopped moving. At first, he made a long push to see if there was any movement. The children next to him frowned for fear of making mistakes. When he was sure, he quickly and sensitively grabbed its hind foot and quickly put it back in the bottle. Ah! It seems that he has won many trophies. The children hugged each other and shouted, "We made it!" Great!

These three beauties have really become the characteristics of our hometown.

Ke Qiao is known as a "beautiful water town", but I think "small bridges and flowing water" is the most appropriate way to describe Ke Qiao. Her beautiful and classical scenery always appears in my mind.

The green stone bridge in Jianhu gives people different feelings in different weather. In the mist, there is a hazy beauty, obviously close at hand, but it feels far away. Under the scorching sun, the perfect combination of orange and turquoise on the slate, occasionally someone walks through it with a parasol, and the sun shines on every corner of Qingshiqiao, unable to tell whether it is green or orange; When it rains, the tears shed by God drop on the Qingshiqiao, adding a bit of sadness and gloom to Qingshiqiao, which always reminds me of sad memories.

Standing on the Qingshiqiao Bridge, watching the ships coming down from the bridge, the paddles beat against the water, and the river rippled layer by layer. The noise around suddenly dispersed in my ears, only the sound of the river falling with the oars. I stared at the river and Wu Peng's boat. I don't know how long it took before the slowly falling sunset was reflected in the water. I found that it was near dusk, and the sunset gradually disappeared on the horizon, leaving only the lonely reflection of the sunset in the water.

A quiet night in the mountain village passed quickly. In the morning, the villagers got up one after another and started a new day's life. Although there are no tall buildings and bustling cities in big cities, they are filled with happy smiles every day and support the beautiful world of Ke Qiao with hard-working hands.

Beautiful water town, beautiful scenery, simple villagers, the life I yearn for!

I have long heard that there is an ancient town in Hangzhou called Wuzhen. Just as the small holiday is coming, our family must go sightseeing.

Wuzhen, known as "the last water pillow family in China", will be truly worthy of its name only if it is seen with its own eyes. Enter the scenic spot, come to Fengyuan Shuangqiao and get a panoramic view of Wuzhen. At present, there is a clear tributary of the canal, and ships coming and going on the river are in an endless stream, which is the main means of transportation for people near the water. There are antique Huizhou buildings on both sides, and some adjacent houses are connected by a stone bridge or wooden bridge. The reflection of the bridge is reflected on the water, with breezes and blue waves. What a "small bridge flowing water" scene!

Sitting on Wu Peng's boat with local characteristics, the historical and cultural atmosphere will be more intense. A row of weeping willows are planted by the water, the breeze rises and the willow branches flutter, adding a beautiful amorous feelings to this ancient city. At this time, the setting sun, the afterglow of the setting sun gently stroked the whole town, the river and the ancient bridge. ...

Our boat paddled slowly, the lights on the buildings on both sides lit up, and the mist came to join in the fun, which cast a veil over the ancient town, but there were more and more people in the town and the night market was about to start. At this time, bars, restaurants, boutique houses ... people lit lanterns and performed programs to attract guests. Small towns, bustling crowds, hawking, bargaining, drifting in the distance, fragrant vegetables, sprinkling incense ... they are integrated into one, shaping this unique Wuzhen in the south of the Yangtze River.

When we left, the ancient town was already asleep, but its charm still depended on it.

Small Bridge Flowing Water Composition 4 "Hua, Hua, Wow ..."

By the river, what sounds and wet frogs pass over the clear water, with a light sound, a light sound, high and low, so cheerful and so gentle.

The rushing river runs day and night. Early in the morning, the sun has just risen from the horizon, and the river that has slept all night is about to start changing clothes! Try this and that, but we can't make up our minds, so the river is blue, purple and yellow. Cute!

There is a stone bridge on the lovely Qingjiang River, which is used by villagers on both sides of the strait to "visit". For example, in the early morning, men took boys across the stone bridge to cut wood and go to the market. In the afternoon, women will come to the stone bridge with laundry list, grab the board, smash clothes and chat, and then say goodbye to the stone bridge with a smile when the sun sets.

It will be even more useful in the Spring Festival. Every household will send "New Year's gifts" to their neighbors on this stone bridge to express their good wishes and yearning for the new year.

Around the small bridge is a house with white walls and black tiles. In this humble house, there lived a simple and honest family. They always have a simple smile on their faces, which is something that people in the city can't learn. It's a simple smile, it's a pure smile. I always thought that smile was beautiful, but I couldn't say where it was beautiful. I think that's a beautiful smile in my heart ... rural people are always so simple and true.

"Hua, Hua, wow ..."

In the quiet night of this month, it is still the running water of the river with wet frogs, "Hua, Hua." The cheerful and soft voice drifted into the distance in the breeze. ...

Last summer vacation, my mother took me to Wuyuan, known as "the first village in China", and visited the beautiful scenery.

Wuyuan has mountains, water, boats, bridges and people. As soon as I got off the bus, I couldn't wait to take a long breath of air, which was really refreshing.

Walking up the hill along the shop, you can vaguely hear the sound of water, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, sometimes not. Unconsciously, the sound of water grew louder. Looking into the distance, a piece of green came into view. The wind gently blows on the water surface, rippling layer by layer, as if grass and flowers are also fascinated by it.

I entered the scenic spot, entered the mountain, walked along the mountain road for a while, and got halfway up the mountain. I feel tired. At this moment, I saw a clear spring flowing down from the mountain. This is the source of the lake below, as clear as the water below.

The trees on the mountain are also unique! The trunk is old and crooked, and the leaves are green and refreshing. I picked up the leaves and smelled them. A faint fragrance got into my nose. "It's really comfortable," I said.

At this time, another stream gushed from the mountain stream. A small bridge spans both ends of the stream. This bridge is very old and simple in structure. The stone is gray, but it is carved with exquisite patterns.

Looking at the water from the bridge, I really look like a child, whistling and humming a little song and running down the hill.

Although the mountain road is long, it is not dangerous and tortuous. Looking down from the mountain, you can have a panoramic view. Emerald tiles, gray stone walls and simple doors and windows are looming in the mountains, and the words "bridge, running water and people" suddenly come to mind!

I love the green hills and forests of Wuyuan, and I love the bridges, flowing water and people of Wuyuan more.

Yongning River is the mother river of our hometown. It passes through Huangyan like a dragon. On both sides of the river, there are rows of tall buildings. Weeping willows and slender wickers hang on the banks of the river, just like a girl's flowing long hair under the breeze.

Even in the rainy season, the Yongning River will not skyrocket. People on both sides of the river rely on it to irrigate fields and wash clothes on weekdays. A breeze blew, and ripples scattered on the river, like a white skirt swinging with the wind. It's so beautiful that the lovely duckling on the river can't help swimming in the upper reaches of the river.

A long Yongning bridge spans the river. On the north bank of the bridge is the farmers' market. Every day, many people drive trucks to buy fresh food from the city and transport it to the city center. On the south bank, tall buildings rise like soldiers with steel guns, guarding the Yongning River.

My hometown is close to the bridge, and it only takes a few minutes to walk to it. At that time, I stood on the bridge and enjoyed the scenery under it. A yacht glided over a large duckweed and scattered it all over the floor. The river is rippling and sparkling.

I love my hometown, which is where I was born. My family lives on the first floor. The front yard is empty, and there is a osmanthus tree in the yard. Whenever osmanthus is in full bloom, at least a dozen neighbors are immersed in osmanthus fragrance. In the front yard, there is a large forest in front. One big spring, bamboo shoots and buds stick out of the ground and look at the world curiously with their little heads.

My beloved hometown and the beautiful scenery are deeply imprinted in my mind.

Deep in the mountains and forests, poor and backward, no wanderers came back.

Lao Yang is a forest ranger. He has been on this mountain for several years, but he can't remember how long. The mountain is sparsely populated, but occasionally a woodcutter can meet Lao Yang.

There is a stream in the mountains, which runs happily all day and makes a "ding-dong, ding-dong" sound. However, Lao Yang always felt that the voice sounded sad, because the life of his son, who was only 10 years old that year, passed away in this cheerful voice.

So Lao Yang built a bridge over the river with tree trunks. Although it is just an ordinary log, it is convenient for the woodcutter who goes up the mountain.

Lao Yang is also very happy.

A few years later, the government ordered the development of Dashan, so Dashan was a little more alive.

"Ha, is this a bridge? Too funny. " A rich middle-aged man said to his companion.

"Yi, this is a bridge." Lao Yang is always outspoken about those pretentious city dwellers.

The ticket holder was cut off and left in frustration.

After years of corrosion, the bridge finally decayed. Lao Yang was afraid that passers-by would accidentally fall into the water, so he simply moved his cabin to the stream to remind passers-by.

Every night, I can see the dim light in Lao Yang's cabin. Although the light is dark, it is like a night pearl in the mountains. With it, all the stars in the sky seem to have lost their luster.

One night, the light in the hut suddenly disappeared, but the next night, the light in the hut came on again, and it was brighter. ...

A clear stream is embedded in the middle of the village all the year round, which divides the village into two parts and forms a pattern of yin and yang gossip. Rows of willows are planted on both sides of the stream. Their long willow branches, like fairy's hair, hang down on the water, drawing ripples round and round. Under the sunlight, the surface of the stream sparkles and appears golden yellow.

Even if it is dry, the stream will not dry up. When the children saw this scene, they drank coke and threw talcum powder into the water. Adults still wash clothes and make quilts on the shore as usual. Unconsciously, the stream has become a unique landscape in the village!

A small wooden bridge straddles the stream. I like to walk on the "stepping board" when crossing the bridge. Every step, the quaint voice under your feet is like a mysterious music from ancient times. The bridge deck is close to the water and seems to be close together. My sister brings me here to play every day. Rolled up our trouser legs, we sat by the wooden bridge and put our feet in the water. "wow! This water is really cold! " I always cry excitedly. We will also throw all the small wild flowers and weeds collected on the road into the water and let them use our feet to bask in the sun!

The residents of my hometown are no strangers to me. As long as someone is in trouble, everyone will come to help, just like friends and family. The faces in my hometown are the faces I am most familiar with, and also the faces I will never forget.

I love my hometown, where there are white walls, bright red doors and green tiles ... that's where my memory begins and I'm haunted.

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful small village, and a clear stream flowed around the village all year round. There are several plants on the shore, which look like little girls' braids from a distance and weeping willows from a close look. Soft and slender willow branches hanging on the water, swaying with the wind, graceful dance is so beautiful and natural. Two or three particularly long willow branches are naughty walking in the water. The waterfowl stands on its waist and sings: Where is spring? Where is spring? Spring is in this beautiful pond. There are small fish here and shrimp there. The lovely little crab heard the wonderful sound, and the river couldn't help singing: I found that spring is coming, and it is in this beautiful village. There are bridges here, birds there and those beautiful weeping willows. Lala, their duet makes a sweet sound.

This is a stream that never dries up in dry weather. In the dry weather, the stream is still flowing happily. Villagers usually rely on it to irrigate fields, wash clothes and decorate landscapes. I like to pull open stones with a group of children and look for small fish, shrimp and crabs. A child is looking at a small crab under a stone. He slowly pulled away the stone and reached out a hand to catch the crab. But the crab is ready, waving its big pliers, and with a click, the child falls into the water, covered in water. I didn't expect mantis to catch cicada, and yellowbird was behind. A child took a bottle and covered the crab when it was not paying attention. The child was happy.

Walking into my hometown, there is always an indescribable intimacy. I am deeply attracted by the flowers, grass and trees here, and I am fascinated by everything here.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh" A few crows broke the silence of the morning, and the farmers got up and went to work again. Standing in front of the door, I saw a hen leading a group of chickens walking up and down the road, looking down for food from time to time. One of the chickens left the team for fun and looked around like a plush ball.

Groups of tea fields are green, like soldiers on guard, and tea farmers will be seen working in the tea fields. At noon, tea farmers hurried home to eat a few mouthfuls, and then continued to rush to the ocean of tea. Further on, a winding stream appeared. The water in the stream is so long that there seems to be no end in sight. The water in the stream is very clear, and you can see the sand at the bottom of the river; The water in the stream is really green, as green as a flawless jade.

In the evening, people who worked hard all day began to chew around with rice bowls to eliminate the fatigue of the day. Everyone stood by the roadside, talking about their simplicity. The rosy clouds on the horizon set off the sunset, forming a harmonious and beautiful hometown landscape.

At night, the swing of flowers and the accompaniment of the wind turned into a lullaby, which made people who had been busy all day fall asleep with sweet dreams, and everything became very quiet.

I love my hometown, lovely chickens, green tea gardens and clear streams, all of which fascinate me.

Small Bridge Flowing Water Composition 1 1 A crystal clear stream surrounds our beautiful village all year round. Willow girls stand neatly on both sides of the stream. They hang their long hair in the water, swaying with the wind, and draw ripples on the green water, as if writing their youth and joy. ...

My home is near the stream. Sometimes I go barefoot with my friends to catch small fish in the stream. Standing in the stream, looking at the reflection of the red wall and green tile willow stone bridge in the water, the fat and tender fish swam around in the water. This picture is very nice!

It is often seen that fishing waterfowl stay on the water. Even if women beat clothes and laugh loudly here, they are never afraid. Sometimes we weave beautiful garlands with willow branches and wild flowers, and also collect some fresh and delicious wild fruits by the stream. What an unforgettable memory this is!

There is a tea mountain not far from the stream. Spring is coming, and I will pick tea with my grandmother. I prefer camellia and some unknown wild flowers in the tea garden. I will pick some back, write blessings and wishes on the petals, run to the bridge, and then scatter them in the stream, so that they can flow with the stream to the end of the line of sight. ...

I love my hometown, where I was born. Because of my father's work, the family came to Ningbo, a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. The rivers here are vertical and horizontal, and the rivers are clear. But every time my mother sees a stream, she always says that no matter how beautiful the stream here is, it is not as clear and sweet as at home.

I love my hometown, and I love the streams in my hometown. It flows deeply in my heart, no matter how long it has been. ...

There is a small river in my hometown, and there is an unknown bridge on the river. This seemingly ordinary scene brings us endless joy and convenience.

The river is very clear, fish are dancing happily in it, little snails are lying on the edge and sleeping leisurely, dragonflies are not resting on the water, and everything is full of vitality.

The age of the small bridge should not be small, and the bridge body made of stone is bent, as if enjoying the beautiful scenery in the water. Both sides of the bridge were hit by the river, and dark green moss appeared and disappeared in the water. Birds often stop on the bridge and sing loudly.

This small bridge is always very lively: people carrying loads of water, people fishing with fishing rods, people washing clothes with buckets, and children who come to play with water to catch fish ... whenever people pass by, they will look at this transparent ribbon as bright as glass, look at the fish swimming in the water and gently touch the rough stones on the stone bridge. Take a deep breath, as if into nature.

At night, people who work on the other side of the river will go home and walk across the bridge in small groups. They laughed loudly and shared the fruits of today's labor.

Gradually, the sound became louder and louder, and a thin layer of bright moonlight sprinkled on the river and bridge deck. The lights went out, people fell into sweet dreams, and silence enveloped the whole small village. Fish also got into the water grass to rest, and birds flew back to the Woods, found their nests and fell asleep.

The moonlight is still bright, the river is covered with thin silver pajamas, and people in our small bridge are sleeping.

Small Bridge Flowing Water Composition 13 Long River Sunset, Desert Lonely Smoke. Although it is magnificent, it is not as quiet and beautiful as a small bridge.

On a hot summer day, two elegant geese are playing in a reed-covered lake. At this time, it is even more interesting to taste King Robin's goose. Like dancers, two swans sometimes hover around each other, sometimes flap their wings to dissipate heat for each other, and sometimes suddenly dive into the water. When you can't find it, he will put on a shelf and come out from the side. On the water, because two geese are rippling in the sun. In this lively and joyful moment, I don't know who stopped the picture and everything was quiet. It turned out to be a lotus flower in bud. Perhaps it was because she was so beautiful that she stopped to look at the lotus, and she bowed her head shyly. Following his direction, I saw a father and daughter through a sea of flowers. They are walking on the path paved with sunshine and colored tiles, ready to go home! A few poplar trees can be seen faintly next to a big arch bridge in the distance. They guard the farmhouse like soldiers. What a humorous and quiet painting!

Looking at the past, Tao Yuanming's moral of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" is the most appropriate here. In fact, we should all calm down and think about everything in the world.

Small bridges and flowing water bring people not only visual enjoyment, but also spiritual purification, which makes people intoxicated. ...

Small Bridge Flowing Water Composition 14 Leaves thumped on the window. Through the pane, I vaguely saw the words "Wuyi Guo Dong" hanging under the eaves. This is the old house we are going to visit today.

Walking into the wooden door, it is a small bungalow, and the broken tiles on the roof maintain the original appearance of simplicity. In front of the hall, there is a pedal waterwheel and a millstone mounted on a wooden frame. Obviously, they are old partners, waiting for someone to go up and work. My little friend and I walked up curiously, each holding one end of the wooden shelf, one step "bang" and the other "bang". "Boo-hoo" saw our hard work and "spit" out a pile of glistening rice grains to encourage us.

Out of the small bungalow, I heard the gurgling sound of running water. There is a clear river behind the house. There is an old big stone lying in the river, which has been washed away by running water, and its wrinkles can't be seen clearly. Willow branches are swaying gently, and many small buds have been highlighted on them. The wind kissed, and those long branches formed a cradle, which slowly slipped out of a flying arc as the buds swayed.

Everyone was infected by the cheerful running water, so they simply rolled up their trouser legs, took off their shoes and socks and went for a walk. My foot slipped and itched on the water. Is it a small fish kissing me? Oh, and little crabs. He grabbed my toe and it hurt a little. I scooped up water with my hand and splashed it in my partner's face. I saw a flash of clever eyes on the other side, and another splash came running towards me ... Oh, I frowned. It turned out that the taste of being splashed was unpleasant.

The gray stone bridge connects the houses together, and some small flowers are swaying by the bridge. It turned out to be dandelion, which was brought here by the wind and grew at will, making this bridge particularly elegant.

People here live a life of "work at sunrise and rest at sunset", with a small bridge and flowing water, and a simple painting.

My grandmother lives next to Guo Chang Bridge. The ancient stone bridge tells distant stories all year round.

The crystal clear stream flows from the foot of Daming Mountain and flows to the sea through the stone bridge.

The width of the stream is about five or six meters, but it is a good place for children to play, ducklings to play in the water and women to pound clothes. Especially in summer, in the morning, you can hear the crisp sound of women smashing clothes, waking ducklings and quacking. At this moment

A group of children happily ran to the stream and threw pebbles at the duckling, but the duckling didn't scare away. Instead, they chase after you and stare at you angrily, as if to say, don't throw stones at us, or I'll bite you! The sound of children frolicking, the sound of women smashing clothes, the sound of ducklings and the sound of running streams make up a peasant symphony. Occasionally a few birds pass by the stream. When the birds are singing on the rocks by the stream, the running water is also singing and making a pleasant sound.

A tall stone arch bridge straddles the stream. At noon, the scorching sun is in the sky, and the sun shines on the earth enthusiastically. Old people and children sit in the bridge opening to enjoy the cool air, and the cool breeze blows gently under the cave, and that little breeze blows away the glittering and translucent sweat on people's faces. Some old people are sitting on stools, talking about the past and present, the Three Kingdoms and Liu Bei.

At night, people rest. There was silence in the village, only cicadas shouted happily. A bright moon is embedded in the sky. The stream rustled slightly. In the moonlight, you can see that the bridge is covered with moss. He didn't have the graceful dance of weeping willows or the gorgeous peach blossoms, but he told the long history of Shiqiao. It is reflected in the water with the bright moon, which makes people feel his simple texture.

I love the stone arch bridge in my hometown, the stream in my hometown and this harmonious picture!