The scenery here is very unique.

In normal study, work and life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which consists of words. After people's ideological consideration, they express a theme through language organization. How to write a good composition? The following is my composition in Grade One, where the scenery is unique. Welcome everyone to learn from it. I hope it helps you.

The scenery here is very unique. There is a landscape called simplicity, and there is a landscape called obscurity.

Brush-brush-brush Our corridor is being repainted. The people who work are not locals, speak foreign dialects and work here. White as snow covered the original "mottled refutation". As soon as I entered the corridor, a pungent smell of paint came to my face. Everyone can't help walking by with their hands over their noses.

The most unforgettable thing is that at noon in the scorching sun, I saw several uncles over there holding ladders, holding a bucket of paint and a brush in their hands. Hanging on the wall, painting, just like Spider-Man in the cartoon. They worked hard, and their heads were covered with several strings of glittering and translucent sweat.

There is an uncle who seems to be their foreman. He sat on the crossbar, leaning his foot against the wall, clutching the rope with one hand and dancing with the other. The body swings with the thick rope from time to time. He is directing them: "Xiao Wang, brush more evenly over there." Xiao Liu, it is uneven there. Smooth it out. Xiaojiang, it's too dirty over there. Brush it brighter ... "

The leaves stopped shaking and there was no wind. The sun shines violently on the wall and the wall. Sweat soaked their skirts. Clothes, shoes and even face are covered with paint. It's all "added colors" but they don't seem to notice, and they have been waving oil brushes.

As the days passed, the walls became clear and white, and they were really brand-new. They look at their masterpieces, sometimes smiling, sometimes thinking for a moment, as if thinking: well, not bad. Maybe I'm thinking again: the brush is really bright and the color is very bright. Maybe I'm thinking: I haven't painted the corner yet, so I'll paint it later.

Looking at the busy figures and white walls of uncles, a beautiful scenery, simple, simple and beautiful, emerges in front of us. Simple language, simple thoughts, beautiful pictures.

This way, the scenery is unique!

The scenery here is very unique. I haven't returned to my hometown for a long time. I forgot the name of that small village, so I want to come back and see it when I am on vacation.

I stood on a hill overlooking my neglected field. It is late autumn, and vast tracts of wheat and rape flowers in the fields are woven into a golden ocean. Seeing such a beautiful and spectacular scenery, there is a faint sadness in my heart.

Such a beautiful field can't exist forever, but it only blooms its most beautiful scenery in a few days. Even so, this little-known village has long been forgotten for many years, and no one cares about the beautiful scenery.

I sighed, and I took some photos, hoping to record this moment concisely and beautifully.

I walked on the village road and watched rows of old red brick houses pass by. I try to remember, try to remember the scene of playing before.

Hey, what's this?

I seem to have reached the end of the road, but I have seen incredible scenery!

This is an old house, too. There is no door, only a big door frame. The whole red brick wall is occupied by green moss, and green ivy creeps around the door frame. The whole house is like a red canvas with green pictures!

I couldn't help but go in and suddenly found a hole in the sky. I see a tree! A big tree! I read the encyclopedia and recognized the ginkgo tree at a glance. I looked up, there was a big hole in the roof, and the ginkgo tree had grown a lot of pale yellow leaves! I don't know if this big hole was opened at the top of the tree or existed from the beginning.

The sun shone into the house through the big hole. The three leaves of ginkgo tree are like a pale yellow light in the sun! The light from the big hole only shines on the whole tree, and it is still dark around. This scene is like a stage, and the spotlight illuminates the trees. I am an audience, watching obsessively.

I suddenly found that there is no floor here, only a piece of land, and the roots are almost full of houses. I gently stroked the trunk with my hand, and there were large and small rings on it.

A nearly hundred-year-old ginkgo tree grew in an old house, which seems to be built to protect this tree and make this beautiful contribution eternal.

The scenery here is unique!

The scenery here is very unique. If I stand on the bank of Ka Salt Lake again, I will not hesitate to say, "The scenery here is unique."

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Now, no matter where I stand by the lake, I will sigh and think of the milky "beach" and the clear lake.

Last year, facing the drizzle, my father and I came to Chaka Salt Lake.

Rain and wind mixed together, arrogantly tearing at some gray skies and grinning, forcing people to tighten their coats.

After we entered the scenic spot, the sky began to be a little mild-Qinghai is like this, and it changes as soon as we say it. Clouds and clouds erase all gloom and unhappiness, and invisible brushes render the blue of the sky.

We sat on a small train, and a bunch of cars and people dotted the nearby Chaka Salt Lake.

Oh, mirror of the sky! The lake is very clear, clear enough to count the salt grains at the bottom of clear lake, and the water surface is very calm, which seems to belittle the joys and sorrows of the world and become tacky. The surrounding mountains, green and green, stood firmly by the lake-he protected her for several years. The sky is extremely blue, which makes me live in a pale white since I was a child and I can't speak.

The water is still, the mountain is still, and the shore is still. Blue sky and white clouds are reflected on the lake, still blue sky and white clouds and hills are reflected on the lake. After the rain, a little blurred mist pervaded all around, which was very quiet. There seems to be a sense of sacredness here, which makes people speechless.

This feeling is really wonderful! The huge lake is like a mirror, reflecting all the sky and beautiful hills.

Suddenly, four people appeared on the lake, dressed in beautiful clothes, holding hands, prancing on the lake, apparently a family of four, and finally with a little boy holding his feet. Suddenly, some salt particles flew and some water jumped.

It's like an ink painting here, but there are blue sky and green hills. It's like an oil painting, but it has the softness and freshness of ink painting.

Thoughts drift back, I am still admiring that beauty, and no amount of gorgeous words can really describe her.

I can only say simply and clumsily that it is elegant and noble, quiet and profound, and the scenery here is unique!

The scenery here is very unique. With the introduction of the host, the thick red curtain slowly opened and the surrounding air was unusually quiet. I can only hear the players whispering in the face of the speech, and I can only hear my rapid heartbeat and disordered breathing.

Yesterday afternoon, the weather was terrible, there was no wind in the air, the clouds were thick, and there was no strong sunlight in the eyes, but it was extremely sultry and breathless. Even the most active cicada didn't know where to go. My mood is as boring as the weather. Suddenly I had a bad feeling ... I guessed it-the teacher recommended me to attend a municipal speech, but I wanted to refuse, but the teacher stopped me. She only said one sentence: "There is only one place in the whole school, and we believe you!" A force suddenly came to my mind.

Now, standing in the backcourt, I keep pacing, with that gentle words, constantly adjusting my breath, and constantly telling myself that "the opportunity is rare, go forward bravely." As the number plate approached, my head was dripping with sweat and my heart was pounding. It's finally my turn.

I walked on the stage with trembling legs, barely managed to squeeze out a smile, and read the manuscript in a trembling voice, intermittently, like an aging light bulb, constantly flashing. My ridiculous performance aroused the ridicule of the students in the audience. Suddenly, my face flushed like a ripe apple, and more students laughed. My cheeks are on fire, and I bite my lower lip, just trying not to let the tears that have been swirling in my eyes for a long time come out.

At this time, the teacher stood up and applauded me hard. His eyes were full of expectation and encouragement, and a force of deja vu poured out of my heart. I regained my confidence and began to read my speech again. In this way, the more I read, the more emotional I became, the more vivid I read, and the emotion of the article was expressed incisively and vividly. The laughter gradually disappeared and was replaced by applause again and again.

After the speech, I left a bright smile, a sunny back and the spirit of never giving up when encountering difficulties. When I walked off the platform, the teacher hugged me tightly, and tears welled up in my eyes, but I felt a kind of warmth from the inside out.

The applause continued, and under the eyes of people's appreciation and envy, a pair of teachers and students hugged each other tightly, and tears wet each other's shoulders. This scene will be the most beautiful and dazzling scenery in my memory.

The scenery here is very unique. When we stepped into the campus, a strong fragrance of flowers came into view, and a touch of green came into view. Lively children run after you on campus, and you will be infected by the scenery you see, exclaiming, "Ah, the scenery here is really good!" " "I will proudly tell you that there is unique beauty here all year round!

In spring, the big trees on campus have sprouted and bloomed. Under the breeze, the branches seem to wave to you, say hello and welcome you. On the grass, the grass sticks out its little head and looks around, looking for the breath of spring.

In summer, the campus is covered with trees. Although the sun is so fierce, it can't penetrate layers of leaves. At this time, I like to go to the big tree with my friends to enjoy the cool, play or read books. How refreshing it is to have a cool breeze from time to time.

In autumn, the campus becomes a yellow sea. The big tree in front of the teaching building welcomes you with yellow leaves. The leaves on the tree fall one after another, and interested friends stand under the tree together, so that the leaves fall on your body, and it feels like being immersed in snow. It's really great! The ground suddenly turned into a sea of yellow leaves. Collect the leaves under the tree, then jump up and plunge into the fallen leaves; Some people didn't play enough, so they grabbed a handful of leaves and threw them at others. Everyone "hit" again-you threw me and I threw you, and the leaves fell all over the floor. The scene was really crazy.

In winter, the campus is another beautiful scenery. The golden sunshine warms the earth, the flowers and plants outside the window bathe in the sunshine, and the students come out to bask in the sun. The sunshine puts on a golden veil for everything, which is beautiful! The students in the classroom are also eager to move, pinching others' necks with cold hands, which leads to laughter, and then a pleasant fight. Everyone laughed when you chased me. Isn't this scenery beautiful and unique?

Campus scenery is unique, I love my campus, and I will keep these memories in my heart forever.

The scenery here is very unique. There are many beautiful things in our life, as long as you have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering. There are not only beautiful scenery around us, but also many beautiful people.

"Hoo-"The typhoon roared. Rain drops the size of beans outside the window hit the glass outside the window, making a "snapping" sound. The wind outside the window is getting stronger and stronger, and the sky is gloomy. I closed the doors and windows. I hid at home, and there were few pedestrians on the road. "Hoo-"The wind was much stronger, and it blew down trees on the roadside and fences on the road. I saw several workers in orange uniforms rushing across the road to repair fences, and some went to plant trees in the soil on the roadside. How respectable this is. These people are beauticians-cleaning workers in the city.

Cars are coming and going on the road, and everyone is in a hurry to go home. Some drive fast, some run red lights, and some are in a hurry to thunder ... I saw a few people wearing fat and thick dark blue uniform raincoats, big and fat rain boots on their feet, and red umbrellas on the roadside, rushing to four places, holding out their hands to direct the vehicles. The wind blows over their cheeks, and the rain hits them mercilessly. I don't know how much water they have in their big and fat shoes. No matter whether it is cold or hot, they will stand guard and command the vehicles. They are admirable-the police.

In the fire, they wore orange uniforms, helmets, fire extinguishers and red trucks. The raging fire is burning and getting stronger and stronger. The fire twisted its graceful posture as if to provoke them: "Come on! As soon as you come in, I will burn you to ashes! " But they still put their lives behind them and rushed into the raging fire. Before they rushed into the fire, they had made up their minds to save every life in danger. They saved people, and after putting out the fire, some were blackened by fire, some were burned by their hands, and some died in the fire ... They were firefighters.

I hope there are more people with good personality in our city, which will make the scenery of our city more beautiful.