Good mood scenery description composition

1. Articles describing good moods

The silvery moonlight shines on the ground, and there are mournful cries of crickets everywhere.

The fragrance of night filled the air, weaving into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. Everything that the eyes come into contact with is covered with this soft net. No matter whether it is a plant or a tree, it is not as realistic as it is in the daytime. They all have a vague and illusory color, and each one hides its own meaning. Every detail keeps its secrets, giving people a dreamlike feeling.

(Ba Jin's "Home") The moonlight is like silver, shining everywhere, and the bamboo poles on the mountain turn into black under the moonlight. The sound of insects in the grass around me was as thick as falling rain.

Occasionally, from somewhere, a warbler would suddenly chirp its throat with "luuluuluuluosh". Soon, the little bird seemed to understand that it was the middle of the night and it shouldn't be like that. Noisy, he still closed his little eyes and slept peacefully. (Shen Congwen's "Border Town") He leaned against the screen window and looked out.

The stars in the sky are so dense and busy that they make no sound at all, but it seems that the sky is just busy. A comb of moon is like a girl who has not yet grown up, but she is no longer shy when meeting people. The light and outline are fresh and clear, and gradually can set off the night scene.

The insects in the small garden grassland talked trivially at night. I don't know where a group of frogs are working together to whistle, like the sound is boiling in the fire.

A few fireflies swam back and forth gracefully, not like flying, but like floating in the thick air. In the dark place where the moonlight could not reach, a little firefly flickered, like a green light on a summer night. little eyes. (Qian Zhongshu "The Besieged City") The pool in Zhongshan Park is like a mirror, with the round moon reflected on the surface of the pool.

There are several street lamps next to the trees near the pool. The round lights are reflected in the water, like a small moon, surrounding the moon in the pool. Pieces of bloated white clouds slowly moved across the surface of the pool, like a group of old women, bending their backs and laboriously walking past the moon step by step, trying to cover the moon, but the moon poured out its bright light through the gaps in the clouds. of light.

A white cloud and a white cloud are connected together, like a wide and irregular belt, dividing the clear sky into two halves. The white clouds moved past and gradually disappeared into the distance.

The sky is clear and clear, and the moon looks exceptionally bright. (Morning in Shanghai by Zhou Erfu) The northern night at the end of May is the freshest and most beautiful moment.

The sky seemed to have been washed, without a trace of cloud or mist. It was crystal blue, high and far away. A round moon crawled out from the mountain ridge in the east, like a big lantern, illuminating the valley covered with strange rocks, casting the shadows of branches and grass on the path, dotted with flowers, lingering.

"Sunny Day") The moonlight filled the garden, and the woods in the distance carried silver light on their tops. Thick black shadows were cast in the woods, and silence and solemnity pressed there. The spray of water in the fountain and the microwaves in the pool reflected the bright moonlight, rippling there. The green grass under her feet and the flowers and plants nearby were also covered with moonlight, feeling soft and silent under her trampling.

(Yu Dafu's "Autumn River") The moon is about to come out. The moon was still far away, but behind the horizon it seemed to rise from a dark abyss.

A faint light embellished the treetops surrounding the high slope with a lace, like the rim of a goblet. The silhouettes of these treetops reflected in the dim light became more and more beautiful every minute. Minutes appear darker. (France Roland: "Mother and Son") The fog dissipated, and the silver moonlight covered the vast beach like a proud and dazzling widow's mourning dress.

There is not a single boat on the river, and not even a trace of microwave can be seen. In the middle of the river and on the banks, there is silence everywhere. This tranquility is like the endless peace that death brings to the suffering patients. (India Rabindranath Tagore: "Shipwreck") After eight kilometers of Qutang Gorge, the dark clouds and mist suddenly disappeared. A blue sky was floating on the top of the gorge with a few small golden clouds, and a ray of sunlight fell on the left cliff like lightning.

A white cloud on the peak on the right shone like silver, but the sun had not yet arrived. At this time, far ahead, above countless mountains, a cloud of red mist suddenly appeared among the misty clouds.

Look, the purple peaks set off this fog, it’s so beautiful. Just like the flash of red gems reflected upward in the deep valley, it makes people feel as if they have entered a mythical realm.

At this time, when you look up the river, it is also colorful: the two huge rocks are reflected like ink; the middle is twists and turns, but there is like a shining road with fine waves on it; close by In the mountains, it is as green as emerald. Time passed minute by minute, and the red mist in front became redder and brighter.

As the boat got closer and closer, it gradually became clear that there was a high peak standing in the red mist. It gradually became clear that the red mist was actually thousands of strong rays of sunlight. At 8:20, we came to this clear golden sunrise.

"Three Days on the Yangtze River" by Liu Baiyu What separated everyone from me was the fog in the sky.

The tall houses and towers, the flood of vehicles, the crowded pedestrians; everything ceased to exist, even the arms that swung out when I walked disappeared in the confusion.

"Fog" by Jin Outside the house, the morning fog was so thick that no one could be seen on the other side, but now it has subsided and become lighter. In the slowly gaining strength of the sun, the white fog dots rolled and drifted one after another, as if they were rustling.

Fences, mounds of earth, and walls all showed vague images in the mist. "Spring Returns to Warm the Floor" by Wang Xiyan Mist is like gauze, like mist, like clouds; hanging on trees, wrapped around roof ridges, diffused on mountain roads, and hidden in the grass.

For a while, it was like a surging ocean tide, and for a while, it was like a white gull flying. Waves of clouds of smoke floated in and out, and everything became hazy.

In an instant, the milky white mist turned into small water droplets. Sprinkled on the road, sprinkled in the trees, sprinkled on people's heads and faces.

Light, greasy, and a little moist. People inhaled the scent of wild chrysanthemums and felt a little tipsy.

Qiu Zhijie's "Ode to Fog Veil" Morning Fog The night fog gradually faded away, turning white in color, like a flowing transparent body, and the east became white. A floating gauze-like mist envelopes Caoyang New Village, and the buildings and trees in the new village are vaguely visible.

It can be said that there are buildings and trees that cannot be seen as a whole; it can be said that it is not there. Where the fog opens, the outlines of buildings and trees are faintly revealed. With the density of the fog, there are many changes. The posture seems to be a mirage. "Morning in Shanghai" by Zhou Erfu. 2. A composition that describes the scenery to set off the mood

I don’t like summer very much, but I can appreciate its many benefits.

Summer makes people younger. When summer comes, you have to take off your thick coat and put away that old-fashioned and solemn face.

Let your skin be close to the sun every day, and your mind be caressed by the wind every night. When you are sweating profusely, take a hot bath, then take out a basin of iced watermelon, and lie on your back in the small courtyard of the melon shed. At this time, you are the most informal and free.

Summer is a good time for playing cards, chatting, and telling stories. You can "gong pig" with your children, dig into the table together, and count the stars in the sky together; or you can look at the dark sky and tell your love and longing for the Magpie Bridge and the Milky Way. Then, the childlike interest of childhood and the excitement of youth will come together one by one. All gathered before our eyes, we are ten years younger in retrospection and fantasy.

Summer makes people feel the colorfulness of life. The green nature gradually appears deep and mature in the heat wave.

Jasmine is like snow, crape myrtle is blue, lotus leaves are infinitely green, and lotus flowers are red in the sun. A group of boys and girls passed by on the street, as if a colorful cloud was floating by.

There are so many dazzling summer clothes in the metropolis that you can’t tell which color is the most beautiful. Summer has never been lonely. Both elegance and richness can become symbols of summer.

Summer is the best time to test a person’s perseverance. Because of the stuffy heat, a lot of irritability arises.

Weak-willed people readily give way to boredom, laziness, wandering and ennui in summer; strong-willed people cherish summer and their time in summer, which prolongs your life. . Riding the boat of fulfilling life in the scorching heat, winning the gift of Father Time during the training, so that every moment of life will not be wasted.

Summer is the most romantic season. The summer landscape opens its mind without shame, allowing visitors to calmly appreciate its majesty and enchantment.

The most interesting thing in summer is to watch the sea, go to the beach to listen to the sound of the tide, play in the waves all day long, or go to sing karaoke, or go to an all-night movie, and silently look forward to the East on a windless summer night. A ray of light rises. There are many lingering things to say in summer, and you can still taste the warmth of summer mood without saying them.

The summer in life’s journey is often too short. Having just turned thirty, I am already in my forties, and summer will soon become a sweet memory.

But the years that are like fire and tea will not be easily forgotten. Even if they are mixed with unspeakable melancholy, they will evoke endless concerns when your temples are like frost and arouse all kinds of attachments in your thoughts. , another shock that hits your heart. In summer, don’t complain about the wind and the ever-changing cicadas chirping, and don’t hate mosquitoes disturbing your dreams every night.

Every season is a step in life. Even if there are setbacks, troubles, earth-shattering, spiritual trauma, uncertainty, and a second death, as long as the ambition is not wasted and the ambition is not wasted, Reward, the regret will turn into frost, and it will be enough to have a clear conscience and keep the true love in the world. Singing summer means singing people who love life.

As long as you love life, no matter it is hot summer or cold winter, it will be as magnificent and charming as the warm spring or the cool autumn.

3. Description of scenery to heighten sad mood

Original publisher: *** Asia

Use scenery to heighten sad mood

Chapter 1: Use scenery to heighten sadness Mood

Sadness: After a night of autumn wind, the yard was already filled with the atmosphere of depression, and the ground was full of fallen leaves. No one cared about them like Daiyu did. The geese flying south reluctantly left this paradise to open up new lands. Another strange world. Stepping gently on the path covered with fallen leaves, the rustling sound is intermittent, crying out their tragic fate. The sky no longer reveals the spirituality of water like spring and summer. In the dry season, there is no help. The scenery. A crow crows on the branch above the head, disrupting the rhythm and disturbing people's hearts. At this moment, I am unable to pay attention to its bad luck. I bow my head alone and sink deeper and deeper into this sad autumn scene.

Chapter 2: Using scenery to heighten sad mood

A lyrical way

(1) General discussion on the relationship between emotion and scenery: the poet writes poems to express his thoughts and emotions . In order to achieve this goal, he needs to describe scenes - nature or surrounding scenes to arouse emotions and convey emotions to readers. The handling of emotions and scenes is very important. If handled properly, it will arouse the reader's emotions and make the reader resonate with him. Such poems are well written and can move people. The treatment of emotions and scenes is not just a matter of poetry. Other arts, such as novels, dramas, movies, and paintings, also have this problem. Generally, it is the combination of emotion and scenery. Take movies as an example. When a disaster is about to happen, we often see thunder, lightning and storms in movies to prepare the audience psychologically and anticipate future disasters. When the man and woman in the movie are passionately in love, or the couple is newly married, they will take a walk in the park. The weather is sunny and the flowers are blooming in spring, which is a joyful scene. This kind of situational coordination is similar to that in writing poetry in movies or other arts. This is called Jinling, which is Nanjing. The Six Dynasties were Wu; the Eastern Jin, Song, Qi, Liang, and Chen borrowed scenes to express 3 Chuzhou Xijian "Ju" and "Painting Chrysanthemums" both ask questions through comparison: What rhetorical techniques are used in this poem? How does it express 4. Write 150 words each about the scenery seen in a good mood and a bad mood.

This week, the second test for the sixth grade was held. When it comes to exams, I have always been quite confident. I have never been timid. What is supposed to come will come, and I cannot hide from it. It is better to face it openly. I felt pretty good about this exam, so I had a happy weekend. Early in the morning, my father and I went to my grandma’s house to pick up my grandpa for a medical appointment (bone hyperplasia). Unfortunately, my grandpa went shopping for groceries and had not come back yet. I was so happy to have some leisure time that I could enjoy the beautiful scenery of the countryside by myself. Although the fields at this time were not as golden as in autumn, they still had a different flavor: everywhere they looked, they were green, and the emerald green colors shone brightly in front of my eyes. The fields are full of life, and the farmer uncles are busy weeding and fertilizing. From time to time, the cheerful chirping of frogs can be heard. The scenes in front of them blend together to create the music of labor.

When I took my grandpa to see a doctor, the doctor advised him to stop working in the fields. Grandpa smiled and said, "I'm not old. How can I sit at home and not do anything?" After listening to grandpa's words, I felt full of joy. Without motivation, the elderly have to chase the sunset in the last period of their lives. Shouldn’t we young people be more diligent in chasing the golden sun? Soon, grandpa finished acupuncture and said goodbye to the doctor. We came to Shaoxing without stopping to visit grandma.

As soon as I entered the door, my grandma greeted me with a smile and chatted with me cordially. Even though we are half a century apart in age, we talk a lot. We talk about study and life. To others, it looks like two teenage girls whispering. After talking too much, I felt a little thirsty and coughed. Grandma brought out two bowls of black fungus soup like magic. Drinking this delicious soup, I was surrounded by strong family affection.

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Autumn evening In the late autumn evening, the clouds in the sky are colorful: some are like spring flowers in full bloom; some are like wild beasts rushing; some are more like colorful birds flying, reflected in the clear Huanjiang River, It's very beautiful. There is a group of ducks returning late, gathered in a triangle, and slowly paddling towards their destination on the colorful water waves. The river is divided into two roads, and the water waves plowed by each duck go to the left and right. It spreads out and slowly flows into the grass on the riverside, giving people an indescribable sense of tranquility and beauty; looking across the river, at the farmhouses at the foot of Jinji Mountain on the other side, smoke curls up from their cooking pots, slowly rising, and the cattle and sheep in the village bleat, The golden rooster sings at night, and by the riverside, village girls and women are clustered in groups, laughing and washing clothes. I lean on the railing and look out, intoxicated by the beautiful waterside landscape painting in front of me. Zhou Ce's "Reveries of Xishi Pavilion" Late Autumn Dusk always comes very quickly, and before the water vapor evaporated by sunlight on the mountains has cleared, the sun has set into the Western Mountains. Then, the misty wind in the valley carries a strong coolness, driving the white mist down the mountain. Wandering, the shadows of the mountain peaks pressed down on the village faster, and the shadows became thicker and thicker, gradually blending into the night, but soon they were turned into silvery gray by the moonlight. Feng Deying's "Bitter Cauliflower" In the winter evening, when I When I walked out of the hut, the winter dusk had fallen on the gray field. The snow had stopped and the wind was not strong, but the chill was biting. In the western sky, from the dense clouds, a few rosy clouds scattered, thin and It was clear and beautiful, and there was a star in the east, appearing and disappearing. There were several mud houses in the field, and there was a faint dusk mist, gently blowing on it. I got on the horse, and the horse's hoofs stepped on the grass covered with residual snow, making a dull * ** The smell of wormwood and mint came to me again. Suddenly, a wild duck jumped up from the grass, passed over my head, and landed on the river in the distance. The old man in the elm tree stretched out his arm again, Say goodbye to me...

6. A 400-word essay about a good mood

Perhaps, because life passes so quickly, we ignore the passage of time; perhaps, because life is too heavy, we forget the change of seasons. .

The world is changing too fast. Yesterday can never be recovered. Happiness and sorrow, failure and success, follow him all the time, accompany me moment by moment, accompany you every second. The journey of life is just like this. Such as spring, summer, autumn and winter: there is wind, lightning, thunder, rain, flowers blooming and falling, and clouds rolling and relaxing. When facing life, it is important to have a calm state of mind.

Who said that life only has two and a half minutes, one minute is used to laugh, one minute is used to sigh, the other half minute is used to love, and in the third minute, he will die. Indeed, we cannot borrow time from tomorrow. At the age of At the intersection, whether you are in bloom or in twilight, every age should sow a scene. Every choice should have tangible results. Life is constant practice, a very practical process.

If each of us can treat life with such a state of mind and such a mind, and love life, yesterday's pain and regrets will never block our way forward and will never be tortured. Our soul. Sincerely, no matter how you choose to live, you will still walk into the night and welcome the dawn, you will still have the sun and enjoy the moon, and you will let the splendor and the brightness be between the inadvertent and the inadvertent, the silence and the loudness. Ordinariness, success and failure, joy and sadness are with us as always. When a brand new day indicates that we are maturing and moving towards tomorrow, why don't we raise our smiles and prepare for a good mood?