Senior two writing landscape composition

In normal study, work and life, when it comes to writing, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our minds and think about our future direction. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following are eight landscape writing compositions carefully arranged by me in Grade Two. Welcome to share.

For most people, Shuicheng is just a vague concept. If you need to be more specific, you can easily pick up two examples: Suzhou and.

I don't think there will be? Yes, it's really good: Shuicheng-Suzhou. Shuicheng

Very similar, from all the way to the atmosphere, it is feminine. But if you change the title and think about it, these tastes are just like the difference between cold boiled water and tap water. Only when the smell is tangled and spread on the tip of the tongue do you know the difference. At this time, the more you think about these differences, the more happy you are like a child, shouting: "Yes, yes, it is different!"

Here it is: water town-Suzhou; Water is ...

The water city in China is soaked with moisture, which is at the bottom of a deep pool, refined in the delicacy and aura of the girl who sings Suzhou Pingtan. You aim at it with your left eye and look at it with your right eye. This is not what a city should look like. I even suspect that one day she will never see me again, and she will slip away with oil on her feet; Of course, this is impossible. People have taken root there. How could they disappear overnight? I have to laugh at my own stupidity, but I have to pick up my heart. Alas! It's really not cost-effective to think about it: what kind of thing is it to cry and laugh? In the end, I still don't go into it. This can only be blamed on her beauty.

Think about it, the beauty of the water town is delicate, lively, playful, vivid and ethereal, and it is a landscape painting that is always suitable for light makeup and heavy makeup; Beautiful water, graceful, graceful, dignified, quiet and swaying should be a dripping European oil painting.

I know I'm not, and I have a unique preference for the beauty of petty bourgeoisie, which may be called China, so I have always had a preference. It is the water town that brings this beauty to the extreme. It is chic, small and lively, just like a little thing that loves to be alive and kicking in the mountains. When you look at her exquisiteness, you will remember the memories of a small shell or a small ladybug when you were a child, a bug that you accidentally got, and you can't bear to throw it away in your hand.

Simple, dignified and hearty! She is the star of the masquerade ball. She shows everything about herself, generous, clear and unambiguous, as if the more you can see through her, the happier she will be. It's like gondola downstream, and it's like the majestic St. Kyle. There is no reason why she wants to show all her things so that everyone can appreciate her goodness.

However, it is by no means unobstructed. It's like a masked ball before Halloween, where everyone goes out dressed up, fluffy flounced dresses and gentlemen's dresses cut into swallowtails. Everyone can see others, but in fact they can't see anyone. But no one has any criticism, because this kind of hidden beauty is needed. It's probably the same. It's like a ballad. She is by no means a burden, and the aftertaste is icing on the cake, even making people feel indispensable.

Yes, one is a water town and the other is a water capital. The small and big differences between Suzhou and Suzhou can be traced back to the cultural differences. However, after all, I dare not expect anything, and this journey of exploring the river will stop here.

However, it is by no means unobstructed. It's like a masked ball before Halloween, where everyone goes out dressed up, fluffy flounced dresses and gentlemen's dresses cut into swallowtails. Everyone can see others, but in fact they can't see anyone. But no one has any criticism, because this kind of hidden beauty is needed. It's probably the same. It's like a ballad. She is by no means a burden, and the aftertaste is icing on the cake, even making people feel indispensable.

Farewell, Shuicheng-

Farewell, Suzhou, a water town;

Goodbye, Shuidu.

The mountains in my hometown and the water in my hometown all have an unusually cordial feeling. That feeling can never be said, and there will never be a second place that can give us this feeling.

In the dormitory, I lay quietly in love, listening to their quarrels and doing my own thing.

I don't often go back to the dormitory at noon. Most of them stay in the classroom, studying, playing with mobile phones, staring blankly alone.

If others are in a daze, maybe I will be amazed and sigh with emotion. This man is so strange. Why do you like being in a daze so much?

But I am a person who likes to be in a daze. I can't make such a fuss, or I will look like a psycho.

Today may be a good day. I didn't continue to be unlucky. The snow stopped and the sky cleared up, but it was still a little cold. It's really troublesome to snow, the traffic is blocked, the teacher doesn't come, and the class doesn't go.

Be careful when walking on the road. Suddenly I heard the continuous car horn, which was sharp and harsh. I subconsciously looked up and saw that a bus stopped at the school gate and couldn't move. Under the frame, there is a thick layer of ice, which looks like a corner of the ice kingdom.

The first class is history, and the history teacher still comes to the school to give us lessons. He came in coldly wearing a dark black coat. He looks very handsome. A lot of times. He didn't pretend, nor did he deliberately fiddle with it, naturally. This is an inner charm, a powerful gas field.

Writing Landscape Composition 3 in Senior Two: After the rain, standing in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

The quiet mountains are as beautiful and charming as dreams. Just after a light rain, there is still that refreshing fragrance in the soil, which slowly drifts away in the air. The light and shadow of the sunset will sink into the mountain, but this charming sunset dusk does not make the refreshing and capable autumn feel ashamed. Autumn has experienced too many mixed storms, and now there is only endless demure and happiness. In spring, "spring water is brighter than dawn, and the original boat listens to the rain". In winter, "plum blossoms are as fragrant as snow, and the world of mortals is like a dream" is open-minded and comfortable, so it quietly shuttles through the trajectory of years and time.

Soon, a crescent moon rose gradually, and the dark silver light filled the darkness among all the trees. Vaguely, mysterious moonlight circulates in the heart, reflecting all other thoughts, leaving only endless leisure wandering in the body, which has not receded for a long time. Listen, not far away, the flowing streams and springs are dancing with their light bodies, posing brightly on the cool jade, and their hearts are trembling like flowers, flowing day and night.

Li Bai once got drunk after drinking the bright moon alone. He also missed his hometown, but the beautiful willow leaves tonight don't need any pain. Suddenly a burst of laughter slipped into my ear. When I looked back, I saw several graceful women coming, with peach blossoms on their faces and eyes like autumn water, returning together with charm. There is a simple flavor in the charm, but there is no vulgar flavor. In the depths of thousands of flowers, the tender grass is blooming with flowers by the abundant moonlight, and all the beauty and freshness are blooming.

Looking around, the lotus flower is just gorgeous, glittering and shining in the water, swaying gently, and the quiet lotus leaf firmly holds up the essence of its life, gorgeous and without reservation.

Suddenly, the water was covered with waves and endless swings. Tiny water droplets gradually rose in the night sky, flickered for a while in the moonlight, like meteors, and looked back like a short dream.

The clear night seems to be more profound, which makes me wake up from my infatuation. It turned out that the river fluctuated because the old wooden fishing boat had gone down the last section of Mingshui and disappeared unconsciously in the dark night.

Writing Scenery 4 in Senior Two All love is a sea of green tea, with a graceful waist. Smoke from the kitchen scratched the fairy's stomach and stole the fireworks.

I can't hear the sound of the waves lapping on the shore, and I can't see the rough waves. Only a sea of green tea caught my eye. In the endless sea of tea, in addition to the eye-catching sight attracted by the lush tea scenery, the gray path embedded in the tea garden is also a beautiful scenery. It twists and turns, just like a beautiful ribbon extending to every corner of the tea sea. With its addition, the beautiful tea sea seems to have become a fresh maze of fragrant tea. Left, addicted to freshness; To the right, intoxicated in the green. Forward and backward are still fresh and green.

The tea gardens here are similar to those in other places, but the scenery is unique compared with other places. There is tea in the forest, and there is forest in the tea. The strangeness that complements each other is refreshing. Being in it is like being in a paradise. Close your eyes, breathe, and open your arms. The deepest part of your heart is cleaning up your obsession with this pure land. How can we not let people linger?

The winding fairy ridge is connected to the mountain, like the graceful waist of a fairy. Along the ridge, you can enjoy the beauty of the tea sea along the way, and at the end of the ridge, it will bring you unexpected surprises, that is, Lake Ren Xian on the ridge of Ren Xian. Drink green tea in the morning and Fairy Lake in the evening. "Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog." Nothing is more beautiful and pleasant than this in the world!

There are green mountains and green waters, elegance and feelings, almost people. People living in the world should have a "human touch" life. The so-called "human touch" means a life with "people", "feelings" and "taste". Sunjiazhai is a place that cannot and should not be missed. The folk customs here are simple, and the hospitality is warm and generous. The unique folk music and entertainment culture are something you have never known before. The unique folk houses in northern Guizhou make you comfortable and quiet. The unique local products "Mihua", "buckwheat skin" and "yellow" plus refreshing camellia soup will definitely make you eat comfortably. When the smoke in the kitchen rarely rises, even the gods will steal to taste the dust several times.

Taste fragrant tea, recall the past, the past is like smoke, mountains and green waters;

Looking at the clouds, I feel relieved and relieved.

We sincerely invite you to feel a sea, a mountain and a home with the mysterious formula of organic green tea and the dazzling business card of zinc-selenium green tea.

If God can give me another chance, I will still choose to live small but have freedom.

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"Pure, sunny, carefree and lucky" are all my colors, which also explain my unbearable life and brilliant chapter. After a storm raid, I became stronger and more eager for survival and beauty.

I am a bud in the sun, a desperate and lonely grass under the bright starry sky; I am a tottering leaf in the bleak cold wind.

My fate is bumpy and sad.

Many years ago, I was a dandelion, and my mother-in-law Feng took me flying all the way. During the trip, I was attracted by a scene because it was so beautiful and profound. Before I knew it, I had rolled down from the back of the wind and fell to the bottom. I found the beautiful scenery and I stopped. It is as vast and clear as the sky, full of the vitality of the earth, full of grass and flowers. Blue and cool as the earth. I stopped, because I am here to take root and sprout and multiply from generation to generation. My children snuggled up in my arms and grew up healthily, watching them grow up day by day. Gradually, they walked the way I walked and left me, and I was alone in this land. In a few years, I may die or be preserved by human beings. possible ...

But who knows the pain in my heart? Whenever night falls, the evening breeze blows gently, and the flowers are bright, I always miss my hometown. Although it's nice here, it's still not my home. "fallen leaves return to their roots." Where should I go?

I often think deeply about how I have lived in this life and why Dandelion's life is so wandering and aimless. So, once I was lucky enough to see the artistic conception it contained.

That day, it was dark and unusual, and it seemed to be angry. "Boom, boom ..." The rainstorm poured down, mixed with the fragrance of wind and grass. The attack of this army is irresistible. Both the flower charm and the grass soul surrendered, and I bowed my head alone. Fortunately, I didn't bow my head, but I dragged out an ignoble existence because of this adversity. In this storm, I saw where you were going in the plants, which was terrible. At the same time, I realized that the seeds in the sky are swaying in the air and dancing in the rain by the power of nature; I have proved my ability with my life. My belief is that my will is unshakable, I will not be defeated, and I will become more and more brave.

It's so beautiful that it's hard for people not to bow their heads at its feet. If you see a natural smile on those mountains, it's me. Although it is not the enchanting fragrance of "a little red among the evergreen trees", it is not the gorgeous and colorful "reflecting the different colors of lotus flowers"; But it lived freely and sang brilliantly. Envy them, it is better to improve yourself; Create your own style.

Someone once asked you what kind of realm you like?

Someone replied, I want the vast starry sky to reappear in front of my eyes, hold the moon in my hand and bring you trees, grass and shining stars one by one. How poetic that would be!

At this moment, I want to say: "The coolness of Tai 'an Mouth, the softness of white clouds, the noise of village communities, watching dandelions flying all over the sky and falling seeds one by one, I slowly picked it up, leaned close to my nose, sniffed its nature, let it fly in the sky, found the brightest and most colorful light in the sky, rode it, and wandered like a fairyland. How wonderful! "

I stand proudly on this land.

I am proud of giving birth to a new life.

In a few years, I will come with the wind and come to the mountains and rivers. In the season when the grass grows and the warblers fly, the wild cranes freely vent their feelings and are in full bloom!

It was the weather in June. I don't remember the specific time limit, except that it was very hot at that time. After lunch, I walked barefoot to the door, hoping to find a cool place to go in this hot weather. The sun is like a fire, burning according to the earth and emitting steam from time to time. This cool place has only a few Woods not far away. Walking on the hot cement road, I can't feel the pain anymore. I walked for about 20 minutes and arrived at my destination. Hot weather makes people feel very hot. At this time, most people should stay at home, sleep or watch TV. The forest road is narrow, with lush trees on both sides, and no one can be seen. From time to time, a cool breeze blows, making the trees rustle and making me miserable.

After walking for dozens of minutes, I came to the bridge. The water is gurgling and the leaves are falling and ticking. I can clearly see a girl sitting on the other side of the bridge in such hot weather. I stood on this side of the bridge and looked at it. The girl just looked back and crossed her eyes. I looked at her face. She looks about sixteen years old, wearing pink short sleeves, white shorts, ponytail and barefoot.

The hot weather makes me breathless. Suddenly, the wind blew hard and the trees shook even crazier. It rained heavily after the storm. I immediately got up and looked at the bridge. The girl has disappeared, and I'm afraid she's gone to shelter from the rain. It's raining harder and harder, and I don't want to hide from the rain anymore. My bent hair was hit vertically by the rain and covered my eyes. I looked up and couldn't reach the sky. I hung my head deeply and watched the rain drop into the river, rippling, then dispersed, then there, finally dispersed, and gathered again and again until it was all gone. I hid my hand in my trouser pocket, hung my head and walked slowly in the rain. When I came out of the forest, I came to the road. On the way, the car passed by and there was no pedestrian in sight. I kept my head down, hoping to complete this short but distant journey as soon as possible.

As soon as the wind blows, the peach blossoms all over the place are blown off, and the feeling of a tree is blown. The peach blossoms are flying all over the sky like dancing, demonstrating a kind of soul-stirring, who is the passerby who hits and who is the wheel of life.

Nevertheless, it's sunny today. I looked up, and in the distance, the mountains were like eyebrows, and the water was thin and fat. Large clusters of peach blossoms show smiling faces and dye half the sky red. I walked to the stream with a bamboo basket in my hand. I like to sing softly while washing the yarn: look at the sun and the moon and miss myself; The road is so far away, when can I go home?

My name is Shi, and I am a dancer. My life is simple and pure. Time goes by. I have grown up. I don't know when I have a clear and moving singing voice and gentle and charming dance steps. People look at me differently than before. They said, the lotus is picturesque and the willow is like an eyebrow. If she just turns her head and smiles, there are a hundred spells. Is it me? More praise, more discussion, my life goes on.

Until he appeared. Beautiful peach blossoms fall like snowflakes. I don't know who is playing the flute in the corner of time, showing the sad lock for no reason, blowing off one petal after another, blowing off one heart after another.

Maybe everything, just because he is, I am Shi. A gifted consultant, an absolute beauty. In the wrong time, wrong place, wrong acquaintance, this is also aware of another kind of separation. Happiness has just begun, but sadness is already lurking.

Our country, after all, has died, and I will also be a tribute to neighboring countries. I know, I have nothing to say, even if it is not because of him, but for the whole Yue people, I must sacrifice.

I put on a gorgeous long skirt, and my white face was enchanting in the bronze mirror. My smile is so charming, like a peach blossom in spring. Who knows, what is covered under the powder is a face of sadness and fatigue.

Team Wu has been waiting outside for BMW to carve a car. Sandalwood windows are lightly fringed, and the sound of red flutes is broken in the ears.

The carriage had already started, and I looked thoughtfully out of the window. Peach blossoms are still brilliant, and my heart has long been cold, so I have no time to look at them. The wind blows the petals like a broken time, and his smile shakes before my eyes and finally dissipates. I saw people singing and laughing in the fields; Under the big tree, people live and work in peace. How wonderful!

The car stopped, and a cold wall stood in front of me, a magnificent temple and a supreme king. I could only force a smile and dress myself up as an understanding and beautiful flower. So, in my silence, Fu Cha indulged in state affairs and ignored it. I changed from a small tribute from a defeated country to a princess that everyone admired. I finally failed to live up to Wu's great trust. It's over. The Vietnamese have a new sky.

I am free, I am greedily breathing fresh air and running in the embrace of the wind. The peach blossom on the other side is blooming for another season, which is particularly enchanting. A long-buried heart, antique meaning, I am back, but we can never go back. I close my eyes and let my thoughts wander.

Some people say that he and I lived in seclusion in the mountains and became immortal couples. Others said that I had passed away. If time can't go back, let it all go with the wind! I'm still me, the simple girl who washes yarn by the Taohua River. Keep your dreams deep in your heart, and then walk all your life, and then another life.

Perhaps, all this, like, peach blossoms. ...

In senior high school, I wrote about the scenery "The scenery in the north is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow in Wan Li is drifting ..." Recalling Mao Zedong's magnificent poems and imagining the magnificent scenery, I was lost in thought.

Rolling the Yangtze River eastward, panning for millions of gold in China, and now ...

I sat on the bus and watched the snowflakes flying outside. I see that their rhythm is as fast and slow as it is now. Snowflakes are as fine as cattle hair, as small as sesame seeds and as white as auspicious clouds. Tiny snowflakes are overwhelming, wrapped in tall buildings, tall and straight trees and people walking in the street in a hurry. Looking at the falling snowflakes, people step on them and run under the wheels, making the original clean snowflakes black and dirty. Those new snowflakes fall into the mud, just like Miaoyu falls into the mud. Then the "northern scenery" will become broken. It seems that the beautiful picture of "spring breeze comes and night comes, blowing the petals of ten thousand pear trees" has been torn up, and the temperature is still floating, PM2. With the constant change of 5 and the disappearance of glaciers year by year, the beauty of our nature is declining. Nowadays, it's hard for us to see the snow on the chest 100. Can't we recognize the crisis?

The original half-hour drive has now increased to one hour. Seeing those vehicles that used to be as fast as horses are now as slow as snails, which makes us feel embarrassed in modern times. The scene "Rome wasn't built in a day" is now used on the road. Snowflakes are piled up and frozen, which makes the spacious and flat roads crowded with people blocked by gambling. How should we understand all this? Sandstorms in previous years and smog in previous days can't wake people up deeply. Why is there still deforestation, using coal without desulfurization, and introducing factory wastewater containing various chemicals into rivers? These practices that destroy nature and ecology are really outrageous.

Snowflakes are still falling. Looking at the scenery outside, how can you see the boldness of vision of Mao Zedong now?

Even if this snowflake stays overnight, how can it compare with Mao Zedong's poem: If you want to be comparable to the Great Wall with relatively low sky, how can high-rise buildings, long bridges and wide roads be as magnificent as the Great Wall?