Landscape composition of the fourth grade of primary school

In daily study, work and life, everyone must have been exposed to composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. So have you ever studied composition? The following is my collection of landscape writing compositions in the fourth grade of primary school, hoping to help everyone.

The warm spring breeze blew into my campus, under the trees, lawns and walls ... just like a mother wakes up a child, everything in the campus wakes up.

The sun smiled and brought us warmth. The buds and leaves of all kinds of trees on campus quietly emerged from the branches and bathed in the early spring sunshine. Birds "twittering" chasing the branches of big trees, chirping happily to welcome the arrival of spring breeze. Look at that tall poplar tree, with its head held high and its green "arms" outstretched, embracing the spring breeze. It is also covered with yellow velvet tidbits and branches, and it dresses itself up very beautifully.

Spring has come to the campus. The young teacher Ma is having an early reading class. She spoke vividly and let the fountain of knowledge flow into the hearts of children. The children stared at each other with watery eyes and listened attentively, and then the students raised their hands to speak. A lesbian said, "I want to be a teacher when I grow up." A chubby little boy stood up and said, "I want to be a navy and patrol the sea in a big, big boat." Say that finish, I gestured with my little hand. Oh, isn't this the flower of the motherland telling the ideal in spring?

I like my campus.

What a familiar name autumn is. This is a beautiful season and a harvest season. A few days ago, my uncle called and said: The fruit in his orchard is ripe, let's pick it on Sunday!

On Sunday, the weather is particularly sunny. The blue sky is like spotless glass, and the light clouds are as white as milk. Our family happily came to my uncle's orchard with a basket. I was fascinated by what I saw. Orange persimmons are covered with branches like small lanterns. I couldn't wait to take a pair of scissors and pick one after another. I was very happy. After a while, we picked a full basket.

Later, my uncle accompanied us to Chestnut Tree. The tall and big chestnut trees are covered with chestnuts the size of fists. Later I said, "How can you pick such a tall tree?" . Later, my uncle shook the chestnut tree hard and a chestnut fell from the sky. Chestnuts are covered with thorns. I carefully picked up a chestnut and put it in the basket. Later, we came back from the battlefield.

I like the beautiful season of autumn!

Our campus is really an ocean full of clouds and wisdom!

The school gate is like a lock of wisdom, as if it becomes very smart as soon as it enters the campus.

There is a landmark building in the center of the campus, which symbolizes our campus. The word "transcendence" written under this sign seems to be the crystallization of wisdom.

Behind the sign is our teaching building. There are four floors in the teaching building, and there is a reading place in the middle of each floor. That's a good place for us to study hard!

Next is the playground! There is a fragrant and strong grass on the playground. If you lie down, it will hurt you. The playground is divided into three parts, the first part is a basketball court, the second part is a green football field, and the third part is a runway. These are all good places for us to exercise well!

We also have a small playground, which is a good place for us to exercise and play between classes. This is a good place to play football and basketball!

I like the teaching building best, because the middle part of the teaching building allows me to study hard! Let me have a practical understanding of China culture, animal kingdom, insect world and ancient knowledge. Gorky once said, "Books are the ladder of human progress".

Our school is really the crystallization of wisdom! I love you at school!

Today, I watched the sunrise at Cangnan seaside.

We arrived at 5: 44. My parents asked me to watch the sunrise downstairs.

At first, the sun didn't "come out", only a little light. Clouds blocked the sun. The cloud looks like a mother holding a baby. The sun rose a little slower and the clouds changed a lot. The sun's rays turn clouds into golden clouds, just like a fan and an airplane under your feet. By 5: 56 in the morning, the clouds had completely disappeared. Suddenly, the golden light fell to the ground. Waves of waves hit the beach. What a beautiful sunrise and scenery. Tomorrow's sunrise will get better and better. It was not until 5: 58 that I returned to the hotel with my parents.

To see the beautiful sunrise, you should get up early and wait quietly. This is my first time to watch the sunrise, and it is also my first time to see this beautiful sunshine. ...

When the sun shines on the rape flowers, morning has come. Golden flowers shine into our hearts like a small sun. Rape flowers are like soft blankets. When they are blown by the wind, they will swing from side to side, just like yellow butterflies flying in the blue sky. The tender green leaves, swaying in the wind, seem to be waving to us!

Some people have also planted some onions, potatoes, mustard greens and some flowers that I can't name, which are particularly vibrant. Uncle Uncle is afraid that the soil in the vegetable field is not loose enough and the weeds are overgrown. He is loosening the soil and weeding! On the road, several big dogs walked listlessly, and the dogs in the shade fell asleep. The village is particularly quiet!

By the stream, the sound of the "rushing" stream is endless. The tender leaves of aquatic plants on the shore are swaying along the stream, which is graceful. The stones at the bottom of the river sparkle like gems in the sun. Looking at the stream, there are tall willows guarding the stream like soldiers, and wicker is their weapon-whip.

This is my hometown, where immortals live-Xianju! The scenery there is very charming, waiting for you to enjoy it!

People say, "There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below." Indeed, the West Lake is famous for its beautiful lakes, mountains and many places of interest.

We sat on a cruise ship, rippling on the lake, and the microwaves aroused by the paddles spread out the waterlines. The distant mountains are close to the water, and the pavilions are like a beautiful white gauze, which is looming and very charming. The Leifeng Pagoda in the rain and fog is more mysterious.

As night falls, the West Lake becomes more mysterious. With the change of music rhythm, the water column on the West Lake spewed out springs with different heights, up to several meters, and the spray hit the sky directly, forming a crystal-clear bouquet, and clusters of spray bloomed on the lake. At this time, there are always many pedestrians on the lake, and they are all attracted by this spectacular sight. After the musical fountain performance, pedestrians gradually dispersed, and the West Lake resumed its elegant posture.

The beauty of the West Lake lies not only in the lake but also in the mountains. The mountain rises from the ground, with beautiful peaks and beautiful forests. The north and south mountains are high in the sky, and there are many mountains around the West Lake, such as the stars arching the moon, holding up the bright pearl of the West Lake.

The West Lake is so beautiful that people can't forget it, just like a fairyland on earth.

One happy noon, Grandpa Sun in the sky was "dancing".

"Grandpa Sun" was enjoying happiness when an unexpected guest arrived quietly. But "Grandpa Sun" refused to give way to each other and had to stay in the sky together.

Thousands of "silver silk" fell off, like mist gauze and spun silk, light and thin.

The sky after Sunshine and Rain is like being washed by water. Colorful umbrellas on the road disappeared like the ebb sea. People greedily breathe the fresh and moist air after the "sunshine and rain", and their bodies are also painted with a layer of golden light, and the whole earth is "bathed" in the golden sunshine. The water on the ground and the water drops on the leaves were illuminated by the sun and turned into colorful pearls, dazzling. The earth is a busy scene again.

Writing Landscape Composition 8 Whistling along the flower fields in spring, picking a young leaf from the willow tree, soaking it in the river and shaking it in the wind, so the cheerful melody floated.

She whistled on the blue branch to encourage the little leaves to grow up quickly. Kites fly in the sky, and the whistle follows the child's hand, along the kite line, and rises to the clouds. The mud dodged the road, dripping with this black oil, and the whistle slipped along the mirror of the plow share. Oh, is there the buzz of bees or the chirp of larks?

Along the blooming land, spring is whistling, picking a young leaf from the willow tree, soaking it in the river and shaking it in the wind, so the cheerful melody floats. She quietly lifted the girl's headscarf and slipped over their lips.

Ah, spring is whistling and running in everyone's ears all over the mountains, filled with a sweet voice-good morning!

Beginning of autumn Today, although it is beginning of autumn, the weather is as hot as summer. It is often said that when the "quite critical" festival comes in early autumn, everything between heaven and earth seems to be transparent at once, and it is transparent in the overflowing jade. After several rains, the wind obliquely played cool music, brushed leisurely clouds, swept naughty stars, and was surrounded by a clear mood, pushing a shy fullness before our eyes. In autumn, we stand in front of us shyly and twist gracefully, which makes us intoxicated in abundance. As the saying goes, it is windy in beginning of autumn. However, beginning of autumn is not really the arrival of autumn, and the summer heat has not disappeared. Therefore, after beginning of autumn, we should pay more attention to the weather forecast and guard against "autumn tiger" and heatstroke. This poetic autumn can only be breathed in the country fields, or the smell of the soil in the fields makes me really breathe, waiting for the rising sun, waiting for delivery and waiting for harvest. That poem, in my heart, is a sip of clear river water, stroking the corners of the mouth with green juice, and the nose is transparent and smooth to the eyes; And the fetal movement in early autumn, in my heart, is a corn rising in Ran Ran, a red sorghum face. I love this beautiful early autumn!

Miss Qiu is a magician. She drove away the hot summer and quietly brought us a cool autumn.

Miss Qiu came to the garden. With a wave of her wand, chrysanthemums, pomegranate flowers and osmanthus flowers all smiled. But I like osmanthus best. Osmanthus fragrans is not as elegant and clumsy as plum blossom. When it doesn't bloom, it's just covered with dense leaves. In the flowering season, you must look for beautiful flowers from the green leaves. Osmanthus fragrans doesn't compete with flowers, but its fragrance is really charming. ...

Miss Qiu came to the rice field, and the ears of rice bent with laughter. Autumn wind blows gently, and the ears of rice seem to be dancing! I walked over and they were waving to me. ...

Miss Qiu came to the orchard again. Persimmons are ripe and hang on trees like small lanterns. When the pomegranate is ripe, its big mouth is cracked, revealing its big red teeth. It's smiling at me. When the oranges are ripe, put on a golden coat. Apples are ripe, and they are happy to welcome autumn. ...

Finally, autumn came to the campus again, creating a beautiful living environment for the children, and the children jumped up happily.

Autumn is so beautiful, I love osmanthus trees in autumn; I love the golden ears of rice in autumn, everything in autumn, everything!

The landscape composition of the fourth grade of primary school 1 1 Our campus is the most beautiful. There are tall and beautiful teaching buildings, green lawns and intoxicating osmanthus trees. ...

Spring has arrived, and the grass on campus sticks out its head, as if wanting to see the lively children quickly. Sometimes, I will gently touch the grass. Although it just sticks out its little head, I still feel different charm. The grass is green, like a flawless jade, and it dresses up a green and comfortable campus.

In August, the osmanthus flowers in front of the primary school classroom have been blooming one after another, giving off an intoxicating fragrance, so fragrant that I want to close my eyes and kiss.

The school also planted more than 20 trees, tall and straight, like a row of guards standing there guarding the campus. In spring, they spit out buds, in summer, they put on green shirts, in autumn, they put on golden coats, and in winter, they put on white sweaters.

Our campus is beautiful all year round. There are green lawns, fragrant osmanthus flowers and European architecture on campus. ...

Landscape composition of the fourth grade of primary school 12 A red fireball.

A red face

A red apple.

That is the red sun that goes to bed early and gets up early.

(early) morning

It's not light yet.

Father Sun got up.

It brings the world from darkness to light.

It awakens children with warmth.

It uses light and heat.

Let the grass blossom and bear fruit

Let the trees grow green buds.

Turn rice into a golden ocean

Let the stream sing tinkling songs

Let's start a new day.

dusk

The horizon is still full of rosy clouds.

Flocks of birds are still flying over the forest.

The children in the field are still playing.

Father Sun didn't miss a minute.

Obediently fell asleep.

because

Wait until a new day

It's getting up early again.

Start working again.

My hometown-Hetao Plain, with Yinshan Mountain in the north and Yellow River in the south, is flat. Known as the "Hetao Rice and Grain River".

In spring, winter jasmine, azaleas, peony flowers and roses ... dress the bustling countryside into a more beautiful "botanical garden" than the square. Farmers have also planted hope for a year.

In summer, trees are shaded, and trees grow thick branches and leaves to shelter people from the wind and rain. The fields are green, and farmers are looking forward to autumn.

In autumn, the corn, sunflower, watermelon and cantaloupe in the field are all ripe. The most famous wheat turns into Hetao snow pollen, which is sold all over the country and is deeply loved by people.

In winter, there are snowflakes floating in the sky, the ground is covered with snow blankets, the trees are wrapped in silver, and the children make snowmen and snowball, having fun!

I love our beautiful Hetao Plain. I love it all year round.

Although the grass sticks out its head, the small wild flowers are about to bloom and the young leaves are growing on the trees. But is spring really here? Not necessarily. Why? I'll tell you next.

When we climbed down Rhoda Mountain, we scattered a lot of popsicles on the rocks. How much ice is there! Some are like sticks, some like rabbits, some like guns, and some like glass.

So, is spring really here?

Yes, spring has come. Where is she? Where is she? She is in the small wild flowers that are about to bloom, in the budding grass, in the big trees that are growing leaves, in the bamboo shoots that are about to grow into bamboo, in the vegetable garden where farmers' uncles are working hard, and in the crisp songs of birds.

How I wish spring would come soon!

The winter girl quietly left us, and the beautiful spring girl came to us.

I walked lightly into the grass under the touch of Miss Chun. Ah! When nature creates spring, she must give all her beauty to her without reservation. Do not believe, you see, the naughty grass quietly pokes its head out, looks at the new world, and then stretches proudly, letting Miss Chun touch her pale yellow body with slender hands. The little flowers seem to be a little unconvinced that Miss Chun likes grass so much, and they open their petals hard to let Miss Chun appreciate their beauty, as if to say, "Look how beautiful I am, look how beautiful I am." Miss Chun smiled gently when she saw this scene.

The spring breeze is blowing gently, the grass is swaying gently under the breeze, and irises are flying on the grass like butterflies.

Spring is beautiful and quiet. Please feel beautiful spring with your heart!