Essays on junior high school scenery writing

Essays on Scenery Writing in Junior High School (1 pieces)

Everyone has heard of essays in their daily life of study and work, right? Some may also often write essays? Essay is a genre of prose, which can be lyrical, narrative or critical. So, how can I write a good essay? The following is my collection of junior high school landscape essays, welcome to read and collect.

Essay on Scenery Writing in Junior High School 1

I still remember her speech that day, the title of which was "See Autumn Wind Rise Again". As early as when the topic was drawn, she began to struggle with how to write it, dawdling for a week, and finally it was time to step on the podium. The opening is a trembling voice, but it is still a cadence-like recitation.

"The breeze is blowing, and autumn is approaching again. Small bridges and flowing water, white walls and tiles. A thought of Jiangnan, a misty rain for half a life ... "is her style, which seems to be a woman from a small town in Jiangnan, holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking on a bluestone board in small steps, muttering soft words about Wu Nong, so fresh.

"Autumn wind is a bit of cinnabar in a beautiful woman's brow. They are all unparalleled beauties. Once you care about the city, you will care about the country ...' How deep is the embroidered pavilion? I used to listen to the silk spring. " .....' Qingming delivers to the riverside, and a thousand miles away from the east wind is a dream.' .....' whoever gets drunk with frost forest in the morning always leaves people with tears.' Miss beauty, self-pity ... "I'm almost surprised, not that I haven't met the kind of students who are familiar with ancient poems, but this time, there are some feelings that make me tremble. I have had this feeling, but not much. I just tilted my head slightly, listening to those poems with a thousand-year charm that popped out of her mouth, as if I felt that time had stopped flowing, and I was walking slowly across that short distance, like watching a lady walk, humming those lovesickness and desolation that were nowhere to be placed.

"Autumn is a touch of frost between the temples of soldiers. .....' Dead branches fall all over the city gate, carved mottled and floating.' Winding water, strangers, singing a lonely song, lamenting for whom ... Jiangshan Wan Li, the world of mortals is lonely. "The whole class is still quiet, with her background music, that kind of lofty sentiments, and those soldiers who gallop on the battlefield, the scene of setting sun like blood and sinking sand seems to come to the fore. Admire, my heart came up with another emotion, thinking of my inability to fight back when I met classical Chinese and poetry. This way of Kan Kan talking about classical literature really envies me.

"Autumn is the shallow moon in the scholar's memory. ..... only sigh' Feng Tang is easy to get old, but Li Guang is hard to seal.' After a thousand years of dreaming, I will eventually lose my dream ... Under the yellow leaves of the breeze, who will sigh Xiao again? Jiangshan is magnificent at the moment. "With a hint of sentimental sadness about the moon, there are still ten years of cold window but there is no loneliness in to be no.1, wearing a gown and facing nave, which is as empty as water, so the scholar thinks.

"It's a little complicated, but you can still see the usual accumulation after all." This is the teacher's evaluation of this oral practice. Indeed, those allusions and poems have a strong classical flavor. When you are close, you can smell the ink that you have just written. Compare the gap between me and her, it's too big.

I have also read some books about poetry, and I have marveled at the profoundness and vastness of China culture at night, but it seems that what I have done is just like this. I don't go through the books specially, and I don't carefully arrange my own words. The gap is formed between what I have and what I have. In recent years, I have seen some news calling for regaining Chinese traditional culture, but not many have actually implemented it. In our generation, there are too few people who really fall in love with China culture, not to mention others. In the end, how many years later, will our culture disappear? I don't know.

I'm still reminiscing about the gentle Jiangnan woman who walked out of the town, but on the other side, it's the modern culture of high-rise buildings, with a bridge connecting the two ends. I hope the town girl still has a little firmness and will not go to the world of feasting. Essay on Scenery Writing in Junior High School 2

Standing on the threshold of the season, holding a red leaf, indulging in a bunch of autumn reds ...

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The echo of natural rhythm strikes the seasonal sky. In October, autumn is deep and autumn is getting stronger. Looking back suddenly, the time we have traveled all the way is like a beautiful woman with a jade hand in Sandy-gentle and demure, with affectionate eyes like a pool of water. I can't help but touch a sweet smile on my lips by lightly tracing that curved eyebrow and brushing her delicate face ... I miss the romantic spring, when the colorful spring tide is rolling around. Beautiful scenery, stretching in the arms of time with a smile. I miss the warmth of summer, the smooth rows of tidbits, the fragrant whispers, and our hearts are slightly intoxicated. I believe that our hearts and souls have already been engraved with a touch of bright purples.

yes, the old days were indeed a beauty. However, I prefer a bunch of romantic red flowers in autumn. In the autumn season, the autumn rain is smoky and romantic, and the morning frost dyes the maple to be enchanting, and the colors are like spring. In the early morning, the sunshine outside the window stirred my deep and shallow thoughts through the gauze curtain, and the autumn wind curled up and wrinkled a pool of lake water. At the moment, if described in one word, autumn is a continuous and soft feeling. If you close your eyes and feel with your heart, the air is fresh and soft, and you can take a gentle breath of autumn, elegant blue, lush green, golden yellow and antique brown red. Autumn in October, like petals scattered on my thin shoulders, can not help but drop a shallow little joy in my heart.

Affectionate autumn is not only a colorful season. It is also a season of harvest and beauty, and it has a charming and demure beauty. If we say that the scenery of autumn rhyme is the most beautiful, it is the gorgeous autumn leaves, and the deep red that is about to burn is like a bunch of red roses in the window, which is full of the fragrance of the season and stirs our hearts. When the summer flowers fall red, the autumn leaves hold a touch of the purity of spring, covered with the warmth of summer, walk into the arms of autumn along the path of the season, spin up their clothes, dance with the autumn wind, and turn their tenderness as soon as possible into a bunch of romantic red in the autumn sector, which lifts the ripples of autumn ... Those affectionate eyes contain countless feelings and attachment, and how much tenderness there is. The story of spring and the whispers in summer flowers are all read in an autumn leaf.

A bouquet of romantic reds in autumn captures the charm of spring, collects the emotional appeal of summer, and embellishes the autumn canvas with touching colors. I lean on a touch of autumn red, and let the cool autumn wind up my slow thoughts ... Autumn leaves, with the experience of winter, the gestation of spring and the growth of summer, bloom red and become the beauty of autumn. Let us wander in the picturesque red leaf garden and give a new interpretation of life. When you look at the world of mortals, you will know that a red leaf is the accumulation of years, the harvest after wind, frost, rain and snow, the colorful life, the inevitability of life cycle, and the beautiful and infinite feelings collected in our life. The bag of life is so rich and heavy. The colder the autumn dew, the heavier the frost, and the red maple leaves!

In late autumn, under the autumn sun, the maple leaves are flowing, bright as the morning glow and colorful as brocade. Red leaves are more beautiful than February flowers. When a piece of maple forest autumn scenery unfolds in front of us, through the red of Ran Ran, it is full of spring-like charm, which can not help but make people feel relaxed and happy. When the maple leaves in the north are all over the mountains and the forests are all dyed, the red beans in the south are blooming one after another. "I feel sleepy every day at home." Lin Dai once said a word of deep affection, full of longing for future love, but full of helpless feelings. This classic line in The West Chamber affects the feelings of many looking for a marriage in the world! When the autumn leaves are red, how can you not miss your feelings? How can you not miss your love between red beans and Ran Ran?

When autumn leaves dance with various postures, I think whenever and wherever. That charming and affectionate beautiful image will always hold your heartstrings and freeze in your mind, and you have to fall into the affectionate world where your thoughts are flying. Although the autumn red is not as colorful as the spring flowers or as brilliant as the summer flowers, it will eventually be spotted as a little red of the cold plum in winter, which is the crystallization brewed after the seasonal precipitation. Is that when you look at each other silently, it condenses into a strong acacia red? Is it the deep feeling in a string of whispers spilled by Zhu's lips? The autumn rain is getting colder, and the autumn frost is getting heavier and thicker. Who is the lovesickness disturbed by autumn? The season of deep red autumn leaves is just when I miss you and Qiu Si haunts my heart.

The autumn night is dim, and a ray of autumn wind slowly turns the mind into a rainbow flower, and condenses the night into an endless line of lovesickness. The appearance of autumn leaves, if a tender darling, touches every nerve of the heartstrings, gently plucks a crimson autumn leaf from the bonsai beside the balcony, gently pinches it, and my thoughts are soaked like rain, and my heart is listening and talking, telling deep feelings and talking about eternity.

There is an indifferent song "I don't cry when I miss you" in the headset. A scroll of thoughts is filled with infinite night. The voices in my heart are all the notes of missing. The most touching three words turn into jumping keys, swinging a melodious romance at my fingertips, and love fills the sky in late autumn like air. I love autumn, love the warm, affectionate and soft taste, and love the warmth of autumn red.

I gently stroked an autumn leaf in my hand, felt its tenderness, and understood the true meaning and soul contained in red leaves. I know that in every autumn leaf, there are fairy tales of spring, summer, autumn and winter. A touch of red in late autumn, so dreamily painted the season with intoxicating charm. Life, is it not a vigorous autumn leaves, through the fleeting time, through the lush green, through the bustling, and finally into the deep red and golden autumn! Why not the journey of two people? It's a long way, Xiu Yuan. I have your name on a maple leaf in late autumn. Write the stories in our time with our hearts, and hang the bright seasons on the branches of the years. It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan. I cherish my feelings, my heart, my deeds, my heart, my love, and my love.

In October Sky, the autumn colors are blurred and red like rain. Autumn red is to understand, to know, to pity, to read, to think, and to be a cinnabar between the eyebrows! The story hidden deep in spring, the soul in summer, and the name stuck in the heart all become the spiritual bookmarks of the years with the autumn leaves. I sat in the Qiu Guang, carefully studying your smile, silently reading your green affection, writing my thoughts on the stationery of the four seasons, posting a bunch of autumn red ... I felt the exquisiteness and demure of autumn leaves with my heart, and my heart flew with the lines. Under the autumn wind, I bent down to pick up an autumn leaf, and still walked into your world along the clear veins of the four seasons, reading your sadness, listening to your warm whispers, touching your comforting temperature, and I seemed to see the future sunshine ... < P > So, autumn in our eyes is not lonely Leng Qingqiu. Feel and remember the beauty of autumn with your heart, and the beautiful feeling will grow wings, like a fluttering butterfly, conveying charming drunkenness in the autumn window, and the feelings of beauty and happiness are inadvertently. A greeting, a glance, a tenderness, a curtain of dreams, a beautiful image of a moment of shock, and a little secret under the starlight at night ... dribs and drabs, imprinted everywhere. Yes, how can the thick autumn red not be frightened, not breathtaking, not charming, not? Do you know? You are the most beautiful color in my eyes. As time goes by, it is necessary to have you. If this life is warm, only you are there, and you and I will be warm all the time! Let's hold a bouquet of romantic red in autumn, compose a song, and drink lightly with your heart. May the time be quiet and the years be warm!

In October, autumn is getting thicker, leaves are redder, feelings are more depressed, and thoughts are deeper ... 3

Winter has quietly, slowly and reluctantly gone, and spring has come full of vitality, liveliness and joy.

I stayed indoors, looking forward to it, and finally I looked forward to spring.

on that day, the temperature rose, and the remaining "eternal" snow that annoyed me sang the song of the stream and merged into small ditches.

The river ice has developed, and as soon as the spring breeze blows, elegant and soft ripples are rippling out. A crisp, beautiful and nostalgic fishing song lingers in my ear and floats in my heart. Vaguely, is it the singing fisherman coming from afar with his boat swinging? The green willow by the river, like a melancholy girl, cocked her head and stroked her long hair. Is it the words left by the spring breeze that slightly raised the thick green? A few days later, she smiled, and the children took off her hairpin like a canoe and made it into a flute. The sound was clear and melodious. Some sparrows and migratory birds came one after another, chirping and building nests.

far away, peach trees, pear trees, red and pink, white and snow-white, the handsome one, the show! Five petals of flowers, want to hug you warmly. Yellow, dense small stamens, one by one curiously poking their heads, listening carefully, hey! They are laughing. When the spring breeze arrives, stay in the forest, raise your face and enjoy the unique "peach blossom rain" in that spring. Close your eyes and take a dip in the natural, elegant and fragrant bath, that kind of ... Ah!

and the clouds, the clusters of winter jasmine flowers, are warmly open and uncompromising. As foggy as a cloud, covered with a layer of light yellow. There are also dandelion flowers, well-known and unknown wildflowers, which are not exaggerated or luxurious. They are scattered and in groups of three or five. In the breeze, they nod their heads and smile, playing and singing spring folk songs in various graceful, pure and romantic timbres.

Hibernating animals stretch together to start a new life and a new journey. Frog led its choir and began to tour again. A large number of migratory birds covered the sky. Ants began the overture of transporting grain again.

winter has gone, spring has come, everything is new, and everything starts all over again. Welcome and embrace spring with a brand-new attitude. Grow up with young trees, not afraid of the wind and rain. Fold a boat in the water, face the spring breeze and float away with hope ... 4

The countryside is so beautiful all year round, which makes people feel happy all the time. In spring, the weather gets warmer and the grass grows and the warblers fly; In spring, planting and sowing are full of hope. Spring girl, like a sacred girl, quietly came to this rural area full of children's laughter in the past. The countryside in spring is really extraordinary.

In the wheat field, hardworking farmers are working hard. After a while, their gaunt faces shed a little crystal sweat, but they planted with joy. Farmers who have been busy all day are sweating like a pig, riding their bicycles and going home happily.

In the morning, children take kites and play happily in the field that just woke up. They fly kites, and kites of all sizes fly in the sky. There is a big orange goldfish, swaying like swimming in the water. Look how happy it is! There is a golden bee. It is so busy and eager to collect honey! There is also an eagle spreading its wings in the air. It seems to see delicious prey and open its claws to catch it ... How happy the children are playing, and their hearts seem to only contain the beautiful spring like a green girl. This reminds me of a wonderful poem: "Children come back early from school, so they are busy flying kites in the east wind", which is really good!

The fields in the early morning are very beautiful. Dewdrops are like stars in the sky. Glittering in the sunshine, the fields become "green sky", and colorful dewdrops are set off by endless fields, which is really like the integration of Mother Earth and the clear sky. Look at the willows on the edge of the field. They are so green, dazzling and transparent. They are brushing their beauty and tenderness under the spring breeze.