Writing a composition: the glory of Batai Mountain

One day in the summer vacation, my family and I went to Wutai Mountain in Taiyuan to play. Why is it called Wutai Mountain? According to the tour guide's sister, Wutai Mountain has five terraces, which are divided into southeast, northwest and central Taiwan. There is a manjusri bodhisattva on the top of each platform. Wutai Mountain is the Dojo of Manjusri Bodhisattva.

The bus started from Datong and arrived at the foot of Wutai Mountain in a few hours. I see the mountain is very high from a distance. The mountains there are strange. The south is full of trees, while the north has only flowers and plants. The weather on the mountain is very strange. The sun is shining at the foot of the mountain, but it is raining heavily halfway up the mountain. The temperature is strange. It's hot under the mountain and cold on the mountain.

Wutai Mountain is the birthplace of Buddhist culture. There are large and small temples 124 on the mountain. Incense keeps burning here. Many tourists come to worship because the people who make wishes are clever in taking the bait here. The temples here have a long history and were built in the Eastern Han Dynasty. They used to be the palaces of Emperor Qianlong. Wutai Mountain has beautiful scenery, the temple outside is resplendent and magnificent, and the bodhisattva is lifelike and wonderful.

There are many beautiful legends in Wutai Mountain, among which the legend about Kannonji impressed me the most: It is said that a Japanese invited Guanyin Bodhisattva to cross the sea to Japan in Wutai Mountain. He escorted Guanyin all the way to Fujian seaside and was about to board the boat. The calm sea suddenly rolled up, and the Japanese thought it was Guanyin's original intention, so they said to Guanyin Elephant, If you don't want to go to Japan, I would like to build a Kannonji for you here and serve you all your life. At this time, the sea was calm and the waterline of lotus appeared. ...

Wutai Mountain is a famous mountain in the motherland, and I have learned a lot here.

I remember when I was a child, my father took me to Batai Mountain, where the scenery was different all year round.

In spring, Batai Mountain is full of flowers, red, yellow and purple. . Colorful, beautiful!

In summer, the morning in Batai Mountain is like a fairyland. It's foggy everywhere, and the distant scenery is covered. When it rains, the trees in Batai Mountain grow taller and stronger. On sunny days, we can go swimming in the stream under Batai Mountain.

In early autumn, the color of Batai Mountain is blue, and the leaves of red, yellow and green are layered on top of each other, which is very spectacular. In late autumn, the trees are full of fallen leaves. We sat under the tree, and the ground was very soft and comfortable!

In winter, snowflakes fly. My father and I made a snowman and played with poles. We jump in the snow like two happy birds!

Batai Mountain is like an amusement park, which brings us happiness all year round.

I love the beautiful Batai Mountain!

At six o'clock in the morning, I just got up and heard my father say it was snowing outside! Hearing this, I quickly ran out of the window and looked, ah! I saw a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth, and snowflakes were falling from the sky, as if a white tent had been pulled up all around, and the earth was immediately wrapped in silver. I can't help but think of a poem, "Like spring breeze, night comes and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". How beautiful!

Snow is as white as jade. Is it General Xiaotian sent by the Heavenly Palace or the jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing with ecstasy; Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering leisurely, gently Ying Ying, is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth! I saw the snow in front of me as naughty as a butterfly, falling under the eaves for a while, falling on the branches for a while, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time.

You see, people in the snow, no, are energetic students, chasing, running, jumping and laughing, standing side by side with pine trees. It snowed even harder, and it turned into goose feather snow. My classmates and I walked out of the classroom and ran to the playground. No matter how cold the weather is and how heavy the snow is, we don't care even if the snow hits our warm faces heavily, because we are so happy and happy! You can have a snowball fight and make a snowman.

Snow is the messenger of winter, especially the first snow, which indicates the arrival of winter. I love snowflakes because they are beautiful, pure and selfless, and can bring joy to the earth.

At six o'clock in the morning, I just got up and heard my father say it was snowing outside! Hearing this, I quickly ran out of the window and looked, ah! I saw a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth, and snowflakes were falling from the sky, as if a white tent had been pulled up all around, and the earth was immediately wrapped in silver.

I can't help but think of a poem, "Like spring breeze, night comes and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". How beautiful! Snow is as white as jade. Is it General Xiaotian sent by the Heavenly Palace or the jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing with ecstasy; Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering leisurely, gently Ying Ying, is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth! I saw the snow in front of me as naughty as a butterfly, falling under the eaves for a while, falling on the branches for a while, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time. You see, people in the snow, no, are energetic students, chasing, running, jumping and laughing, standing side by side with pine trees.

It snowed even harder, and it turned into goose feather snow. My classmates and I walked out of the classroom and ran to the playground. No matter how cold the weather is and how heavy the snow is, we don't care even if the snow hits our warm faces heavily, because we are so happy and happy! You can have a snowball fight and make a snowman.

Snow is the messenger of winter, especially the first snow, which indicates the arrival of winter. I love snowflakes because they are beautiful, pure and selfless, and can bring joy to the earth.

The average elevation of Tianmen Mountain is 1.400 meters. There is a glass plank road that challenges the psychological limit at the highest point. Standing here, the whole line stands in the middle of the cliff, with endless green fields at the foot. Groups of birds are playing in the canyon, and occasionally eagles pass by. Close your eyes and feel your heart beat faster and your legs numb. I stepped up my pace, and the scenery under my feet was like a movie. I feel like a monkey king "floating", which is really interesting.

I was the first to reach the finish line. Looking back, my sister followed closely. Looking again, my mother didn't walk a few steps at the starting point, clutching the cliff with her hands like Spider-Man, and my father held her and encouraged her to move forward boldly.

My sister and I laughed, shouted for refueling, and raised the camera to capture this interesting moment.

6. At the beginning of the composition of the trip to Batai Mountain, suddenly, the wind started.

The wicker blowing from the roadside danced wildly, and the yellow sand rolled all over the sky. Boil.

It releases all the depression, troubles and worries accumulated for many days, and it vents, vents. At this time, the wind is not "rustling" can be described, I can hear it, I can feel it, it is roaring.

A sound, a sound, all heavy, completely knocking on my heart. It's too heavy, too heavy, and I finally can't help it. I also shouted with the wind.

Hysterical. In the face of the senior high school entrance examination, my grades are always unsatisfactory. I tried, I admit I really tried. But when I was in the first grade, I never felt desperate and overwhelmed me.

I can't live up to my teacher's hope, let alone my parents' expectation. I want to live up to myself and not leave myself regrets. But the truth is cruel. It lies there naked, stubbornly refusing to take a little whitewash, impacting my chest and my heart mercilessly.

I can't bear it, I will be disappointed, I will be upset, I will be depressed, and all this is condensed in this hysterical roar. At this moment, I seemed to be ignited, integrated with the wind and sand, and vented wildly ... Without any warning, the rain poured down and poured all the pedestrians on the street back home.

I stubbornly raised my head and walked alone in the rain, letting it rain and wind. Under the rain, I have gradually calmed down, lowered my head and let tears slide down my cheeks with the rain.

Suddenly, I saw a delicate flower on the roadside, which was not fully open, and it was devastated and scarred. "Even so, won't you fall?" I can't help asking

It didn't answer, just shook its thin body and nodded, always high. Yes, I got the answer, and this is the answer I want! The sun pours in an instant.

Maybe you will be blinded by dark clouds for a while, but as long as there is a glimmer of hope in your heart, you will see the light again one day and realize your dream.

7.500-word glass plank road diary Wanyuan Tianmen Mountain Batai Mountain average elevation 1.400 meters. There is a glass plank road that challenges the psychological limit at the highest point. The whole line stands in the middle of the cliff, standing here, with endless green fields at the foot, flocks of birds playing in the canyon, and occasionally eagles passing by. Close your eyes and feel your heart beat faster and your legs numb.

I stepped up my pace, and the scenery under my feet was like a movie. I feel like a monkey king "floating", which is really interesting. I was the first to reach the finish line. Looking back, my sister followed closely.

Looking again, my mother didn't walk a few steps at the starting point, clutching the cliff like Spider-Man, and my father held her and encouraged her to move forward boldly. My sister and I laughed, shouted for refueling, and raised the camera to capture this interesting moment.