How does Luzhai write a rewritten composition?

1. The beautiful composition of Luzhai Luzhai Mountain "Wow ... Wow ... Wow ..." Its sound is rumbling, and it is like a drum. This is an endless river, and every wave of the surging river is rolling with colorful spray. Where am I? Oh, I'm at Luzhai Xiangqiao!

The whole scenic spot of Xiangqiao consists of mountains, water, forests, bridges, pits, caves, sand and ponds. It is a huge natural stone bridge, lying on the top of the mountain on both sides of the canyon. The bridge hole is 35m high, 40m wide and10m thick. Magnificent, magnificent. Under the "bridge", the rapids are turbulent, the waves shake the valley, and the cool wind blows gently. There is an artificial curved bridge under the stone bridge, during which waves splash at the foot.

The water here is warm in winter and cool in summer. The four seasons are crystal clear, as transparent as white amber. In the sunlight, it shines and does not move. The sky is so blue and the water is so green. From a distance, the water and the sky are as beautiful as fairy tale mirrors on the earth. I put my hand into the river. "Wow!" I was shocked. In sunny weather, the river is so cool that I seem to hear the sucking sound of every pore opening its mouth. I tried to close my eyes and feel the masterpiece of nature. The breeze blew slowly, blowing my face and arms, and suddenly I threw all my troubles into the outside world. The breeze gently blows the branches, the waves beat the beach, and the river flows, as if playing the theme song of nature!

My parents and I were busy taking pictures, but at the moment of posing, I forgot that the steps under my feet were covered with green moss, and my feet slipped and plopped. I really fell into the river. "Wow, ah ..." I shouted desperately, flapping my hands like a bird in panic. At that time, the current was very fast, and my father saw it. He quickly jumped into the river and swam to save me like a carp. After landing, I found my mother pale and seemed very scared. I couldn't help smiling, but today is really close!

Time flies, it's time to go home again. "Time waits for no one!" "I reluctantly left Xiangqiao. (China

2. It is beautiful to write about the spring in the fourth grade in Luzhai People's Park, especially in XXX Park.

I still remember that at Christmas, the weather turned cold and many people stayed at home. Spring has come, the spring breeze evokes the life of the earth, the sun shines on the earth and the park becomes warm.

The little animals excitedly ran to the Woods and held a party along the park path. The earth is full of vitality, with flowers, roses, chrysanthemums and famous bauhinia flowers everywhere. When people wake up in a sweet sleep, they go to the park to play. Some are parents, some are children and some are elders. The park has become very lively.

At this time, in the joyful laughter, there was the sound of a puppy barking. It turns out that there is a lovely puppy playing with a beautiful kitten. Birds are flying in the sky and ducklings are swimming in the river. People are talking happily in the park. At this time, people picked up umbrellas because it was raining. After a while, the rain stopped, people put away their umbrellas, the earth became wet, and a few drops of dew appeared on the flowers, as if the stars were twinkling in the sky. Soil is rich in nutrients, which is suitable for the growth of grass and makes the air quality of the earth fresh.

There is a cherry tree growing in the center of the park, which exudes fresh fragrance and makes the whole park fragrant. There is a stone chair under the tree for passers-by to sit on. In my heart, it is like a mother in the park, hugging us. There is an apple tree in the park, and there are countless apples on the tree for passers-by to quench their thirst. On this apple tree, there is a kind of love, which is kindness.

Mother duck teaches her ducklings how to swim in the pond. Mother duck taught them patiently, and the ducklings practiced tirelessly, so they soon succeeded! Through the change of weather, plants become stronger than before, because they have learned how to endure through hard training.

The Park in Spring brings us a revelation, that is, how can people succeed without going through a difficult stage? So we have to work hard.

3. What is the landscape composition of Luzhai Experimental Middle School? My campus is a beautiful campus. The students behave in a civilized manner, the teachers are friendly to others, and there is a warm atmosphere everywhere. Coupled with the beautiful campus scenery, it makes people linger.

There are three glittering characters written at the gate of our campus: National University Park. Our beautiful national garden is full of trees, flowers and grass. There are many big trees in our campus. We can see several big trees everywhere. In summer, we can enjoy the cool under the big tree. It feels really good. The small flowers in our school are in full bloom all the year round. There are different flowers in every season. Whenever you come to our school, you will surely see beautiful flowers nodding to you. Not to mention the grass in our school, which has strong vitality. So many students in our school step on the grass every day, but they have never seen a side dish bow their heads.

4. The landscape composition of Luzhai Experimental Middle School includes those green grasslands that are full of eyes as soon as they enter the Qilian Mountain Valley.

On the endless grass, you can vaguely see white spots, which are sheep. Go on, that little black spot is a happy yak.

You can see them on the uphill and along the road. A shepherd drove his sheep across the road, and the sheep kept pushing forward, trying to walk faster so as not to be hit by a car.

In the wide valley, a winding river flows like a silver ribbon, floating on the green grass. Many cattle and sheep are on both sides of the river, drinking cool and delicious water.

On the river bank, the white tent looks like a white sun hat from a distance. By the river, you can see a lush virgin forest.

To the edge of the forest, yeah! There is also an iced watermelon in the forest stream. There used to be several people having a picnic here. I reached into the cold stream.

This stream was originally formed by the melting water of Xuefeng. Qilian Mountain fluctuates. Among the lush mountains, there are several snow-white peaks. The melting ice water of Xuefeng nourishes the grassland under Qilian Mountain.

Ah! The valley of Qilian Mountain is really beautiful.

5. How to write hard-pen regular script in Luzhai in block letters:

Luzhai Tian Yingzhang regular script:

At this time, the wind, like some tired children, is quietly resting on the leaves on both sides. Dust that is more lingering than dreams is also cleaned up by the wind of a nap. Castle peak is greener and purer than the sky. Those fallen flowers have been buried in the river bed of memory with spring. It's quiet here, and the mountain is empty. This summer afternoon, time seems to have stopped. A leaf. Floating freely on the river, west or east, left or right, nothing can restrain its free direction. Neijiang, the thought bumps all the way, flows through the dark hinterland. From Fuyang to Tonglu, it is a waterway of 100 miles. Looking around, south of the Yangtze River is gentle flowing water. The steep mountain peak is the lightning sword of the earth, covered with golden sunshine, guarding the entrance of the season. Water. Send away the day of extinction. Yamazaki is unique in the world. It can collect all flowers and languages. Is the green jade river the clear eyes of a yarn washer? Let every admired teenager swim through your green hair in a dream, and even if you are thousands of miles away, you can still see your inner purity! Those wandering fish can finally find a reason to swim quietly on the edge of love, and the tide of life is lost in the expectation of youth. Only those tiny pebbles, such as diamond rings on fingers, are spread on the bottom of the river, shining with happiness, and in some envious eyes, they are countless clear. Running water is a bunch of flying arrows, flying in the empty wind, and the sun has no time to gather golden feathers, so they are injured one after another. Falling into the screams of water droplets, Jiang Lang's rude expression was exposed. He grabbed a bunch of sunshine fragments, like a crazy horse, running all the way, and never looked back. Mist crept up the river bank. Crowded trees are like some children who are afraid of the cold, wrapping green clothes tightly around their tall and straight bodies. A bird flew by, but didn't find a resting palm. The peaks are scrambling to express their love to the blue sky and extend outward along the terrain. A clear spring gushed from the mountain, hung on the waist of a white cloud, and then fell. A few bluestones opened their hands, but they still failed to grasp the heart of the mountain. They want to record a box of top secret symphonies with the voice of the clear moon, and ask the mountain wind to bring them to the distant poets on board for translation. One bird crows, another bird crows, and those flying wings sing page by page. It was brought back to silence by a flock of Zen birds. After a while, a cicada lurked in the branch and whispered that it had once again torn the peace. A burst of hoarse voice, like a hidden weapon, stung every quiet leaf. The sleeping apes were awakened, too. They jumped from branch to branch, and their cries resounded through the mountains. What a beautiful scenery! All the troubles in the world have been washed away by a river. Those who are keen on power have to calmly pursue fame in front of the peak. And those who are tired by the secular, seeing the valleys and clear springs, linger, do they also want to hide in the mountains and let their lives be calm from now on? In fact, life is so simple that a drop of water can easily drown all the pain and glory. The branches that cover the sky pass through the road of the sky, and the daytime passes through the yellow leaves; Can a heart carry a river of thoughts in the flickering history? The sunshine finally found a gap in progress, and under the cover of sparse strips, everything gathered in the falling light. Did those little lights ignite the poet's inner flame in that afternoon more than 1000 years ago? .