Ili scenic spot introduction composition 300 words

Write an English composition about the scenery in Yili.

The translation is as follows:

Ili is beautiful and picturesque, and there are many interesting places there. It has an endless prairie. The beautiful Ili River flows quietly from there. Mongolian yurts are scattered on the grassland, and flocks of cattle and sheep graze leisurely on the grass.

Yili is beautiful, picturesque and has many interesting places. It has a large grassland. The beautiful Ili River flows quietly from there. Mongolian dots are scattered on the grassland, and flocks of sheep graze leisurely on the grass.

The fifth grade composition of primary school students: Travel notes of Ili in winter vacation

I was born in the beautiful Ili, where the scenery is beautiful and picturesque. I like Yili.

There are many interesting places, such as the beautiful and magical Sailimu Lake, the beautiful fruit ditch, the eternal Populus euphratica forest, the magical general mansion, the Bagua City and the endless prairie. The beautiful Ili River flows quietly from there. Mongolian yurts are scattered on the grassland, and flocks of cattle and sheep graze leisurely on the grass. In the virgin forest of the valley, there are all kinds of tall trees. The little squirrel is jumping happily in the tree. When you approached it, it turned and ran away, sitting there watching you from a distance. Very interesting.

In summer, the sky is warm and the green land is dotted with all kinds of bright flowers. Golden rape flowers and purple-blue lavender flowers are endless, undulating with the wind, just like a sea of flowers, and faint flowers can be smelled everywhere. When autumn comes, it has become the hometown of fruits and vegetables. Apples are ripe, grapes are ripe, and farmers' uncles are busy harvesting autumn fruits. Winter came, and the heavy snow covered the earth with a thick quilt, and it was white everywhere. The children are busy having snowball fights and making snowmen, which is very interesting. There are also mutton skewers, pilaf, noodles, barbecues, buns and other snacks with various flavors. Warm and hospitable minority children welcome everyone to visit.

"I don't know the size of China until Xinjiang, and I don't know the beauty of Xinjiang until Yili." I love the great motherland and I love the beautiful Ili.

Composition of Scene Description in Ili River Amusement Park

There is a river in my hometown, which has nurtured the Ili people who have lived here for generations. It is like a mother, giving us the sweetest milk. Because of this, my hometown has never dried up. Everyone who grew up here likes it. It is the Ili River, the mother river of the Ili people.

(1) Spring

In April, spring came. Spring is like a girl stroking the river with her gentle hand. There are waves on the river, and there is unfinished snow by the river. Standing on the bridge overlooking the Ili River, it is like a silvery white belt, extending far away until it blends with the light blue sky. The river on the main road is still flowing, sometimes making a "ding-dong" sound. Rows of dry and lonely poplars stand on both sides of the spring breeze. Spring girl touched it gently with her hand, and some green buds grew on the branches of poplar. This also brings a touch of spring scenery to Yili River. At this time, the Yili River is filled with an unforgettable fragrance of Elaeagnus angustifolia.

(2) Summer

In June, summer came. Summer is not as gentle as spring. The Ili River that she touched will roll up big waves and beat hard on the shore, bringing a strong fishy smell and cool breeze. The Ili River was exposed to the scorching sun, and it was still freezing cold after day and night exposure. In summer, the sun drives people into the water and people play in the water. Playing, and the Ili River silently provided this coolness for people. At this time, the Yili River is filled with faint coolness.

(3) Autumn

In September, autumn has come. In a blink of an eye, autumn came, the earth turned yellow, and the green trees on both sides of the Ili River turned yellow, flying down like butterflies. The setting sun hits the Ili River, and the Ili River instantly becomes a golden road. The breeze blows over the fish scales like waves, shining in the sunshine, more like gold spread on the river. The winding river won't stop until it meets the sun. Yili River is filled with the ripe aroma of melons and fruits.

(4) Winter

12 months, winter is coming. Winter is like a big quilt, covering the earth, and reeds and dwarf pines on both sides of the Ili River are covered with that heavy snow. The shallow beaches around are also covered with thick ice. Everything is white and dull. Who is still running silently in Yili River? It never seems to stop.

I love my hometown, and I love this river in my hometown even more. It brings me infinite happiness and a happy childhood!

Ilideqiu 1500 Word Composition

Writing ideas: We can compare the differences between autumn and other seasons from autumn. Examples are as follows:

Once upon a time, my favorite was spring, but every time I sat quietly on the small stone bench at my door and watched the autumn leaves fall all over the sky, my love for spring had quietly passed away. As the poem says: Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.

Autumn is always easy for people to shake off their deep memories, always inadvertently think of those people and things, unfold the long scroll of years, and meditate on the deepest traces in life.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and the new lake was already a butterfly, with a little glimmer, pouring into a nostalgic river and quietly flowing through the August sky. Maybe the autumn leaves on the ground touched my mind. Is life going through a process of birth, illness, death and brilliant decline?

On the clear autumn night, the clouds in the sky are like gauze, which makes Xu Feng caress; Beyond the moonlight, the hazy moonlight is slightly orange-red, and countless starlight particles in the Tianhe River flicker, and the stars turn into wishes and thoughts, swaying down.

As night falls, bustling people stand on tiptoe and look to the east, expecting the morning light and the drifting mist. The moisture-permeable lavender escapes sweetness, lingers in the rain, stares and lingers, but does not know that it has caused long-term feelings.

The continuous and intermittent autumn rain not only moistens the air, but also interprets a kind of mood. Tick-tock sounds like a pianist playing the autumn rhythm. Leaning on the hillside in a trance, listening to the tinkling of running water, releasing thousands of thoughts in nature. It is no longer the sadness of "it rains in the middle of the night on the plane leaves, especially in the world", nor does it hurt the loneliness of autumn.

I would like to use this autumn rain to splash my dripping feelings, so that even sadness can be properly adjusted in this season. Autumn rain will touch your heart, autumn wind will send you homesickness, and autumn sunshine will melt your loneliness. In this season, autumn is no longer a season of sadness, but also the sweetness brought by homesickness, as well as the reverie and expectation for autumn.

On the path covered with fallen leaves, holding hands with you, bathing in the golden sunset, occasionally looking up at each other, reaching out to straighten out the hair blown by the wind, listening to the sound of feet stepping on the fallen leaves. That is an autumn love song.

Autumn is not all sadness, but also beauty and wind and rain! At the moment when the autumn leaves fall, the tree never doubts the deep affection of the leaves for it. Even if it falls, the leaves will fall beside the trees and turn into dust, quietly accompanying them.

When summer takes away its heat and heat, autumn brings a cool season. Seasonal time always takes away many things, such as time, mood and appearance. The only thing I can't take away is the rooted attachment, the deep love that I can't turn around and leave this season.

Autumn is a charming scenery. When a ray of sunshine passes through the cracks in the tree and falls on me, my heart suddenly becomes bright and warm. Thousands of ancient and modern poems are like angels with wings, dancing with beautiful posture and intoxicated in autumn!

A composition describing Yili

How to write a composition describing Yili? Yili is located in the Ili Valley in the northern Tianshan Mountains in the west of Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region. Founded in 1954, it is the only autonomous prefecture in China that governs both prefecture-level and county-level administrative regions, and the only sub-provincial autonomous prefecture in China. Next, I will bring you an essay describing Yili. Welcome to read it.

A composition describing Yili 1

It is snowy in winter in Yili. Snowflakes flying all over the sky covered the earth and houses with a thick layer of snow.

Sometimes in the morning, it is difficult to open the door of the bungalow. I only heard the squeak of the door panel squeezing the snow, and dozens of centimeters of snow had been piled on the ground. It was really a heavy snow and it was difficult to move. People began to push snow with homemade skis and piled up a high "Snow Mountain" in the yard.

After breakfast, I climbed the ladder, climbed to the roof and began to push the snow. When pushing snow, you should hold the wooden handle of the snowboard tightly with both hands, hold it with your abdomen, and push the snow back and forth along the top of the slightly inclined grass mud board to push the snow into a pile. After a hard beat, I looked under the room and shouted, "Someone didn't, be careful, shovel snow!" " So, condescending, throwing off his arm, throwing the snow on the ground with a shovel and making a "poop-poop" sound.

When the snow falls, the tiny snow dust is constantly blown up by the wind, rushing to the face and getting into the neck. After a while, I was steaming all over and sweat was beaded on my forehead. So, take off your cotton coat, cotton cap and gloves and keep working hard. Really tired, put down the shovel, put on the cotton-padded clothes, bathed in the bright sunshine, gulped in the cool and clean fresh air, looked up and enjoyed the white and shiny world wrapped in silver, and felt open-minded and relaxed, not to mention how happy and energetic!

In Yili, every winter, as long as it snows heavily, every household has to go home to sweep the snow. Because if the snow on the roof is not pushed down in time, it will accumulate thicker and thicker, and the roof can't bear the weight. Some old houses will collapse even if they leak when they melt snow in spring.

Now, I have been in Urumqi for more than ten years, and my family has moved into the building, so I don't have to worry about pushing snow on the house anymore. However, people are inert. Living conditions have improved, but people have become lazy.

Whenever I think of the winter snow in Yili, I will "enjoy" it again. The fresh air after the snow is refreshing. When sweeping the snow, the whole body is slightly hot, relaxing muscles and activating blood, making people forget their troubles. Winter snow, people are close to you. We can touch Mother Nature's body and feel her body temperature.

A composition describing Ili II

I was born in the beautiful Ili, where the scenery is beautiful and picturesque. I like Yili.

There are many interesting places, such as the beautiful and magical Sailimu Lake, the beautiful fruit ditch, the eternal Populus euphratica forest, the magical general mansion, the Bagua City and the endless prairie. The beautiful Ili River flows quietly from there. Mongolian yurts are scattered on the grassland, and flocks of cattle and sheep graze leisurely on the grass. In the virgin forest of the valley, there are all kinds of tall trees. The little squirrel is jumping happily in the tree. When you approached it, it turned and ran away, sitting there watching you from a distance. Very interesting.

In summer, the sky is warm and the green land is dotted with all kinds of bright flowers. Golden rape flowers and purple-blue lavender flowers are endless, undulating with the wind, just like a sea of flowers, and faint flowers can be smelled everywhere. When autumn comes, it has become the hometown of fruits and vegetables. Apples are ripe, grapes are ripe, and farmers' uncles are busy harvesting autumn fruits. Winter came, and the heavy snow covered the earth with a thick quilt, and it was white everywhere. The children are busy having snowball fights and making snowmen, which is very interesting. There are also mutton skewers, pilaf, noodles, barbecues, buns and other snacks with various flavors. Warm and hospitable minority children welcome everyone to visit.

"I don't know the size of China until Xinjiang, and I don't know the beauty of Xinjiang until Yili." I love the great motherland and I love the beautiful Ili.

A composition describing Ili 3

This summer vacation, I went to Ili Kazakh Autonomous Prefecture and visited Bourgeois County, xinyuan county County and Gong Liu County.

In Chaxian, I caught a lot of fish and had Xibo breakfast. It's delicious. Xibo pie is my favorite.

In xinyuan county, I happened to take a fancy to Xinyuan's good voice, but they all sang' not so good'. Although Xinyuan is a small county, there are several squares there, all of which are very big, and there are dance competitions, which are very beautiful.

However, the road in Gong Liu County is not easy, but the scenery there is beautiful, with oil sunflower, rice fields and hillsides. ......

Ili is so beautiful, I have a good time here!

A composition describing Ili 4

Eight years ago, I walked in the mountains of Yili for a tiring day and got lost. I found the channel of Ashe River along the stream flowing down the mountain, and the road is by the river. If I continue to go south, I can reach a Kazakh village, where there is a pump house I want to visit. I didn't reach my destination until dark, and my unknown master was already waiting by the river.

Because it is summer, there will be poisonous snakes in the grass. When I set out in the morning, my Kazakh friend asked me to put on a pair of rain boots-snake teeth can't wear these rubber shoes. It soon became cold on the mountain after the sun went down. Suddenly feel fear on the empty and undulating mountain grassland. I didn't know if I would meet a wolf, so I picked up a birch branch in the woodland along the way to defend myself. Dozens of people, in order to give themselves courage, waved birch sticks from time to time, as if they had returned to imagining themselves as a brave soldier.

As the dusk grew thicker and the cold became heavier, I met a jeep, and the driver told me that I was going the wrong way. Because of the different directions, the driver suggested that I get in his car and stay in the mining area two hours away. There is a guest house there, and he can take me to my destination the next day. Another plan is to send me back to the wrong fork in the road, go down the mountain, find the stream, and then find the way along the stream, so it won't be too far from my destination.

After a long time, I recalled that walk, and I still won't forget the joy when I found the stream descending the mountain in anxiety and fatigue. Actually, I heard it before I saw it. At that time, I felt how accurate the "gurgling sound of water" was. This simple perception of words dispelled my fatigue, calmed my mood and supported me to walk down the hill.

In the chill before dark, in the vast grass, the stream still shines with some ghosting, and soon, the mountains are covered with dark clouds, indicating that there will be no starlight and the moon this night. It may rain at night in this rainy season with changeable weather. The excitement of finding the stream also includes seeing the pipeline extending down the mountain by the stream, which looks very new-it seems to tell me that I think too much, and this is also the place where people often work: I washed my face with the stream and felt "nothing to be afraid of", and I ran down the mountain shouting. All kinds of distractions in my mind remind me strangely of Lu who rolled down the mountain with his head in his arms.

Writing here, the sound of the stream echoed in my ears.