Composition of early morning scene description

1. Describe the scene composition in the morning 600 words Grandpa Dong hurriedly took over Mr. Qiu's class and came to us. It brings the scene of cold wind and dead branches freezing, which makes us feel that winter is coming! It's foggy in the morning.

The milky fog hangs over the earth, and there is white everywhere. Walking on the road, you can't see the figure clearly dozens of steps away; From the dense fog, you can only vaguely see the buildings and trees in front.

In the fog, I heard the car, but I couldn't see the figure. Only the headlights are blinking like eyes. The cold brought by winter is everywhere, even when there is no wind on a sunny day, it is dry and cold.

Bare trees stood piteously on both sides of Jiang Bin Road, and the once vibrant grass finally failed to support and withered. The little flowers on the grass also fell asleep.

The north wind is blowing, and young trees are struggling in the cold wind; The grass crawled on the ground as if afraid of the sudden cold wind. In such cold weather, you can also see some strong people who are not afraid of the cold wind.

In front of the national flag station on campus, the green figure is flashing. Those are rows of slender cypress trees. In the cold winter, they are so rich and green and full of vitality.

On the road by the river, many cycads are planted. Its long and narrow leaves shine green in severe winter, adding greenery to white winter and embellishing the cold winter.

The early morning in winter is very lively. In Jiang Bin Park, people who exercise can be seen everywhere.

In the vast fog, the figure kept shaking. Young people dress like athletes and are full of energy.

They are running and jumping, full of energy and blood. The old people also went out of the house, reaching out on the grass, kicking and jumping, radiant.

Although they are old people, they exercise like young people, and they fight the biting cold tenaciously. Look over there, even seven or eight-year-old children are exercising decently with adults. They were panting and their heads were steaming.

Look, what a vibrant winter! I like winter because it can temper people's will and make them stronger. You finally came in winter! When the footsteps of time old man stepped into the wonderful fairy tale world in winter, heavy snow fell one after another, and winter dolls came to the world holding the hand of time old man.

With the wave of his wand, the old days turned the world into a snowy world. The doll in winter is very happy. She is intoxicated by the wonderful scenery.

The winter doll skipped into the park, the wintersweet bloomed, and a fragrant smell came to the nose, which was refreshing. Yellow, pink, really nice.

Winter doll watched them not afraid of the cold, scrambling to open up, and admired their indomitable spirit even more. The winter doll came to the forest path again, and leaves floated down like boats.

She climbed onto a leaf and a gust of wind blew. Winter dolls fall with the leaves like a roller coaster, which is very interesting. The winter doll came to my house and took my hand to enjoy the snow. We made a snowman and had a snowball fight together, and had a good time! The winter doll and I agreed that we would play with snow next winter.

The winter doll came to the street. There are fewer and fewer people in the street, and everyone is wearing a big cotton-padded jacket.

The doll in winter puts on the clothes of the walker and is ready to have a good sleep. Shh, don't make any noise, Winter Doll is asleep! When winter comes, all the leaves on the trees have fallen off.

The north wind roared and the land was in depression. There is thick ice in the river. People wear all kinds of winter clothes, scarves and gloves, but they can't resist the cold, and their faces are red with cold.

There are fewer and fewer pedestrians in the street. I also found heavy clothes from the closet, which made people look awkward when I put them on.

Alas, this cold season. There are no birds in the sky except a few sparrows foraging in the sky. Small animals such as snakes and frogs have gone underground to sleep, and the sky looks deserted.

I am looking forward to a heavy snow now, so that we can make a snowman and have a snowball fight. It's finally snowing! We came to the snow, piled snowballs together, found two black stones the size of eyes, made a nose with carrots, made an arm with a broom, put on a scarf, and a lifelike snowman piled up.

We turn snow into snowballs, throw them at each other, chase them together and play together. Ah, this busy season.

It's winter. That smell, the ice smell of snow, gives people a cool and shiny comfort.

Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful. The snow at dusk, deeply cut, seems to be inextricably linked with emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and there is a sense of * * * like uncovering the head and tail.

Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers who go out to war, covered with silver armor, and like pieces of sailing ... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is only one piece of silver between heaven and earth, as if the whole world is decorated with silver. After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.

I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul.

Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope. As soon as autumn is over, winter will come.

Winter is the coldest season among the four seasons. Winter hasn't arrived yet, but it's already cold.

The trees swayed in the wind, and the lowest temperature dropped below zero. Sleeping in bed at night, I heard the wind whistling outside, like a tiger roaring.

The strong wind banged the windows of my house, which made it difficult for the old man to sleep. The noise is loud enough to wake the sleeping people.

I also couldn't sleep for a long time, quietly listening to the wind whistling in the tiger ... It was a long time before I fell asleep in a daze. When I get up in the morning, I go outside the house. The wind is still blowing, and it doesn't mean to decrease at all.

The wind was so strong that it almost knocked me down and I could hardly stand up. I'm dressed like a big fat man at this time.

Although I wear so much and so thick, the wind keeps drilling into my body. At this time, I saw pedestrians on the road take out all kinds of weapons to keep out the cold, what cotton-padded clothes,

2. Warm scenery describes the morning 1, dew, rolling down the dream of dandelion and clover, splashing transparent sunshine.

In a golden noise, a dawn that is no longer wet is hatched. The newborn dawn, like a bright red baby, trembled three times in this thick spray.

The rising sun is full of strong alcohol, spreading infinite drunkenness to the vast sky in the fields. 3. Wake up in the cicada. In the early morning of summer, the morning glow has penetrated the right side of the window. From cicadas to birds, it seems to be true: singing softly one by one, interwoven into petals of carols, which not only frightened dreams, but also aroused the spirituality of everything! I stood in a waist-high thatched cottage, facing a mountain separated by a valley in front of me. There are lush miscellaneous trees here, and the pale yellow flowers on the clumps of wormwood at the edge of the forest are like wide lace embedded in the forest.

In the early morning, the whole world is clear and bright, and the sun shines gently on everything in the world through the faint fresh fog, which has a pleasing feeling. 6. Morning is beautiful. The sun shines on the top of the bodhi tree. Under the fresh breath of autumn, these trees gradually turn yellow.

The wide lake glistened quietly in the sun. The awakened swan came out from the lower reaches of the dwarf trees covering the lake shore.

7. The lark sings in the half-bright and half-dark sky in the morning, but in the distant sky, there is a huge doomsday star staring like a lonely eye. 8. This is a very fresh and beautiful morning. The sun-baked earth is covered with gold, and the air is cold and sweet.

The crops in the field seem to have suddenly grown a few inches; The river under the bridge is also flowing leisurely, and the small fish in the clear water have been fighting for food.

3. Morning Scene Description Morning Fog In the early morning, when I opened the door, a fresh and moist thing came to my face, which was refreshing. Oh, it's fog.

Looking around, there is a vast sea of fog everywhere. It is like a huge silver gauze, draped over mountains, rivers, trees and houses, giving people a magical hazy color.

The sun is also foggy, as if surrounded by a layer of purple fog. This scene reminds people of the poem "The sunshine incense burner gives birth to purple smoke". In the dense fog, the car honked its horn, lit its lamp and drove slowly.

The sound of bicycles reaches people's ears from time to time. Those aunts dressed in various colors, riding bicycles, driving carefully in the fog, disappeared in a blink of an eye, just like fairies descending to earth; And those uncles who ride bicycles and motorcycles are like the Monkey King in Journey to the West.

What a strange fog! I wanted to reach out and touch it, but it flew naughtily, flew to my face, touched my hair, floated on my clothes and immersed in my heart ... If nature is the source of poetry and painting, then the morning mist is natural poetry and painting. Morning by the sea The morning in the city is awakened by the short horn of the car, while the morning by the sea is awakened by the gentle sea breeze and the sound of the waves lapping on the shore.

It's cool in the morning by the sea. When I come to the seaside in the morning, I like the soft sea breeze. I tried to swim in the sea and touch the sea with my feet. It feels cold and cold! The morning by the sea is also lively. Arriving here early in the morning, the road is also full of traffic. It is even more difficult to buy tickets, because there are too many people at the ticket window. These people frantically put their hands into the ticket window, which made the conductor in a hurry. Entering the gate, standing on a high place and looking down, there is basically no gap in the sea. The morning by the sea is still interesting, and many children are piling sand. Pile up all kinds of appearances in their hearts, while adults use their powerful feet to make the children in the mother sea jump. The morning by the sea is more * * *. Some people ride horses and let them jump on the golden beach, while others ride surfboards and ride the wind and waves in the blue sea. Finally, I hope this seaside will always keep the coolness, liveliness, fun and her * * *! Although the morning describing early winter is early winter, it fails to verify the traces of autumn. I saw the fields in the morning, the harvest was still going on, and some rice ears were lying beautifully, which easily aroused people's association with life. Eating makes me want to burp and sleep. It's romantic to lie on the straw and look up at the sky. There are other ears of rice planted in the field, and the ridge divides them into pieces of thick gold ornaments, which is really exciting and bubbles out a string of desires about wealth.

It's a beautiful morning. Some birds are running around in uncut and cut rice fields, as if their festival is coming, or some happy events will follow. They are chasing each other and flying in groups. Some birds changed their voices, while others deliberately stretched their vibrato and sang praises to the countryside. This morning, which is completely folk songs, has fascinated me. I found some folk songs that only exist in China, and I can't confirm the beauty of the present morning situation. Then indulge in this morning, the wind by the river is not as cold as the early winter written in the novel. The wind relies on fresh air, rushes into my nostrils, and then enters my internal organs. It looks quite imposing.

This kind of wind blows on your face, and you can enjoy it with dignity, just like being waited on to wash your face and apply cream to protect your fat. Life used to be so beautiful, people were immersed in this air and enjoyed everything they thought. In the morning, I suddenly found a dog running on the ridge, with four legs spread out, and some people in the village came out one after another.

Now, it seems that this early winter morning is like an expensive car, and the motor sound is not so harsh when it starts. It is completely in line with the humanized design and makes me daydream about a new day. Scenery in the morning At six o'clock in the morning, I got up.

Grandpa and I went to make soybean milk. As soon as we got out of the house, we enjoyed the beautiful scenery in the morning. The sky is still gray, only to see a bright moon hanging in the southern sky like a boat, and yellow has lost its luster.

The east is shining, too. Half the sky is purple. I think the sun will come out soon. I am wearing winter clothes. There is no wind in the morning, but it is still a little cold.

On the way, I looked at the buildings far and near. Only a few people show their lights through the windows, and most people may still be dreaming. The whole street was quiet, except for the cries of selling in the distance, and there was not even a little sparrow's cry. Although it's selling palm seed, it's incongruous and harsh with this quiet morning.

In front of the stall selling fried dough sticks, there are many people who buy fried dough sticks and make soybean milk. I think they may all be preparing breakfast for the students. I think grandma gets up so early every day and prepares breakfast so hard. If I don't study hard, I will be too sorry for grandma. We made soybean milk and walked on the way home. It's getting light and there are more and more pedestrians on the road. The east is getting redder and redder, and the moon is out of sight. There are more people in the street, and people go to work by bike one after another, starting their busy day.

See the beautiful scenery in the morning! I have been deeply attracted by the scenery this morning. I will go farther away from home with my parents to observe the beautiful scenery in the morning. This can not only exercise the body, but also exercise the will.

The scenery in the morning is so beautiful, I like the beautiful scenery in the morning! I hope it helps you.

4. The scene of getting up in the morning during military training describes a 200-word composition training, which is a different experience and an important step in our life. The training ground shed our hard sweat, but it gave us happiness after the storm. Every morning before the sun rises, we have to get up and gather to start training. Stand in the sun for seven hours every day. You can't move even if there are bugs crawling on your face. I remember one time, my glasses were about to fall off. I helped them and was severely punished.

Run five laps. Maybe military training is a kind of cruel training, but I have never experienced it, so I was blinded by the imposing manner of soldiers. I never thought of the sweat and efforts behind strictness. But I personally tried it in this military training and found that this is not the case. There are countless hours of training behind every standardized movement. Modern society may be full of lanterns and colorful decorations. People can indulge in the cultivation of peace and happiness, but the army can't. No matter when and where, there is always sweat dripping from them, always echoing their cries. That scene is full of thrilling power. I think every scene without military training in the world is firmly engraved in my mind, and every scene is so vivid and beautiful. Let's start with our dinner. As the saying goes, "Man is iron, and sheet metal is steel." Every time it's time to eat, we walk into the canteen with neat steps and see plates of dishes on the table. Everyone looks like a wolf.

Staring at the food. Especially for boys, many people were desperate for food regardless of their own image at that time, and they were soon liquidated. Although some dishes have no taste, they all feel the same at that time.

I was lucky to sit with girls, so I ate well. Compared with school meals, it is really an underground place! Let's talk about bedtime at night. The beds in the training base are all hard beds, and eight people live in a dormitory. For us,

My only son is used to sleeping in a soft bed at school and at home, so he couldn't sleep the other night, and he was either frozen or uncomfortable in the middle of the night. After day-to-day exercise, I learned to endure hardships, learned to persist, and deeply realized the hardships and simplicity of life in the People's Liberation Army. As soon as I relaxed after returning home, I felt sore all over and my feet were as heavy as lead. At this time, I realized that the success behind the soldiers can not be separated from hard work, sweat and hard work. What I said in the army is really the same as that of the People's Liberation Army.

That is, "blood and sweat do not shed tears, and flesh and blood do not fall behind." I think this time will definitely draw a satisfactory conclusion for this military training activity.

5. The scene describes 400 words in the morning after the rain: "Flowers bloom quietly at night, but they are thanked during the day."

The wet soil in the rain is quietly infiltrating the dream of flowers. Where there is water and soil, there are flowers, and there are villages. In the dark soil, some life did not go out of the night, did not go to the mature autumn of life, did not go to the dawn, they gave light to the fresh life, and gave the fresh life golden fields and sweet fruits.

They are black in the dark soil, melted by dust, melted by fertilizer from other seeds, and become a sign language of fate, a memory of the past, and an old friend who misses. Every time I see the fingers sticking out of the soil in spring, I hear the baby crying; I will think of them, and I will tell my life the voice of blessing and encouragement over and over again.

In the morning after the rain, my body trembled like grass and my heart was as excited as a bug.

6. The scene describes 400 words in the morning after the rain: "Flowers bloom quietly at night, but they are thanked during the day."

The wet soil in the rain is quietly infiltrating the dream of flowers. Where there is water and soil, there are flowers, and there are villages.

In the dark soil, some life did not go out of the night, did not go to the mature autumn of life, did not go to the dawn, they gave light to the fresh life, and gave the fresh life golden fields and sweet fruits. They are black in the dark soil, melted by dust, melted by fertilizer from other seeds, and become a sign language of fate, a memory of the past, and an old friend who misses.

Every time I see the fingers sticking out of the soil in spring, I hear the baby crying; I will think of them, and I will tell my life the voice of blessing and encouragement over and over again.

In the morning after the rain, my body trembled like grass and my heart was as excited as a bug.

7. Articles describing the morning (1)

Morning is always the most beautiful, because you can hear beautiful birds singing and breathe fresh air at this time. This is a new beginning for people. People will always set new goals on this day and work hard for this goal.

When I opened the window, I saw the rising sun, inhaled fresh air and heard beautiful birds chirping. I know a new day has arrived. After going downstairs, I walked along the river. Under the breeze, the branches on the willows on the river bank began to shake slowly, as if a beautiful girl were combing her hair. The rushing water in the river hits the stones in the river, splashing like pearls. The fish in the river jumped up when they saw it.

I go to school along this road. There are many people who are at school like me. At this time, you may have a familiar voice calling you, okay? Let's go to school together. And that man is always smiling, so people go to school happily.

On the way to school, many shops that closed all night also opened. When you walk in, you always get a smile and greeting from your boss. Before you know it, you have arrived at school. When you walk into the classroom and look out of the window, you see the birds still singing there. The sun is watching us in the sky. I will also work hard for a new day.

Everything in the morning is so beautiful, and every morning is a wonderful enjoyment for people.

(2)

A ray of sunshine shone on the table through the window. This table looks like gold plating. Today's sunrise is particularly beautiful.

So, today I went downstairs to enjoy the beautiful sunrise. What a brilliant sun! There are several bright clouds on the horizon, which set off the sun. What a spectacular sight!

Walking on the path leading to the pond, the whole world seems to be immersed in the glory of the scenery, and I am also in this brilliant sunshine. Gradually, the sunshine filled my clothes and warmed me-my sister's starlight and moonlight were too cold and lonely, and only this could be just right than the unrestrained and hot sunshine. Sunshine surrounds me, and pieces of sunshine come to me. Looking up at the sun, I only felt a dazzling light sting my eyes. Looking down again, you can see that the sun is red all around, and the whole world is completely enveloped in this warm atmosphere.

I came to the pond before I knew it. The pond was very small. Usually, the water is clear and green, but today, the water in this pool has golden ripples under the sunshine, and the colorful pebbles at the bottom of the pool have been dyed golden by this enthusiastic sunshine. Seen from a distance, there seems to be dozens of pieces of gold at the bottom of the pool.

When I came to the garden, osmanthus was bathed in warm sunshine. The breeze blew, and she kept welcoming people to pose.

Unconsciously, I have been immersed in this brilliant sunshine, and my consciousness is gradually blurred. The whole body and mind are constantly spreading, as if I were melting into the vast universe.

8. Excuse me, who can give me a clip describing the early morning scenery? The morning in winter is pale. Looking around, the castle peak in the distance is covered with a layer of white silk scarf, which is indistinct.

The winter morning is pale. Looking around, the distant castle peak is obscured by white fog, like a white silk scarf, which is vaguely unclear. In the street, a cold wind blew, biting, like a cold wind blowing into the air conditioner. On both sides of the street, flowers get up early to compare beauty, but they all cover their faces, like shy little girls. Only chrysanthemums show tenacious vitality and still bloom more brilliantly.

At 7: 20, it was still dark, the shops were closed and there were few pedestrians. Every day turns white, the sun rises in the east, and the golden sun shines on the earth. It seems that the air conditioner is automatically turned to hot air, flowers are smiling, pedestrians are increasing, the doors of shops are opened, and people start a new day.

The sun shines on the earth, so warm, as if the scenery is a painting. When the breeze blows, the painting seems to be real.