Sad scenery description composition

1. A work that describes a scene expressing sadness. A tree that doesn't know the rings stands alone on the hill, and the cold wind blows its branches into the sky vigorously. Are you recalling those noisy lush years? Is it recalling its state of mind that it once longed to grow up?

Only the reed in autumn knows its heart and its weeping close to the earth.

It is another late autumn, walking up and down coldly in the mutual snuggling of trees and reeds.

A cool breeze swept the fallen leaves and brought me into a cool late autumn.

Autumn flies, and evening is the most talented moment in the countryside. The sun, which had gone west, lost its edge at noon and looked a little careless. This poetic and exquisite moment pushed me to the throne of an artist.

I was walking in an antique alley in Kanazawa, and the pods burst quietly. The wind blows, I am full of love, and the world is drunk. The rest of me suddenly got a little inspiration. That rustling sound is not loneliness, but a classical movement with trembling strings.

When the sun passes through the forest, it brings out two bright colors, bright red and gray, and outlines a brick and wood stone bridge in the Yuan Dynasty in a clear stream. The fragrant sound adds a beautiful and comfortable melody to it. The weeping willows that stood for a long time also heard the sound of dancing. At this moment, I found that autumn is not bleak, but beautiful! It is only the listener's heart that is sad.

Autumn night does not need to pay attention to the theme; Dogs can learn to walk with hats, and you can rock. One is casual!

Yes! You see, the herringbone geese in autumn have been pulling their wings, and a golden sky is painted on the clouds. Poplar, unwilling to be lonely, also left a picture of its past prosperity and fruitful results.

At that time, you will stay under the buttonwood and watch how the leaves fall beautifully. You will run to the empty roof and listen to the melancholy of the wind. You will rush to the endless Tanobe, and the pleasant harvest will be heavy golden.

At this point, you will be there! The girl as quiet as autumn is coming again!

2. Ask for some sad and desolate compositions. When the last leaf on the tree fell, the cold and bleak feeling of winter haunted me. .

On campus, the wind is blowing and the branches are swaying leisurely.

The bright sunshine shines on your body, but you still can't repel the biting cold.

The blue and empty sky makes people feel lonely and melancholy. . .

That night. "Rain, like silk weaving ~ floating down. Pour it on my cold heart,

Tap my shoulder, tap my heart.

The wind, blowing cold head on, can't help shivering.

Sigh deeply

The wind reminds me of wandering life, just like dandelions flying in the air.

Wandering around and finally landing in a corner.

It has never tried closed pain, only tasted the bitterness of loneliness.

Tears, I do not know when I have hung on my gaunt face.

So cold and so painful. . . .

The leaves are crying, but I can't hear them, because the wind is too strong and the crying is too small.

A leaf rustles down,

At the moment when it fell quietly, there seemed to be a faint sadness.

Finally, I saw it.

I saw every leaf withering,

Many leaves are withering.

Every leaf tells itself.

Withered leaves,

Dancing in the dark ~ flying to the eternity of life. . . . . .

Today is the 260th day of acquaintance. Maybe it's time.

. . . . . . Is it complicated?

Really naive? Really don't understand?

From a girl who can only make trouble and is crazy every day.

Became an ordinary girl with heavy feelings.

Never pursue wildness again. . ..

People who once loved me may have forgotten me long ago. . .

People who have been satirized by me may not remember this Lulu. . . .

Ridiculous! Good medicine! '

In a short time, the change is so fast. ..'

I'm really timid now. "It's really painful-feelings?

The noisy world drowned the wilderness of the mind.

Let your own rain drop on the branches and leaves of the grass and gain eternal life without words.

Bitter tears brew pain.

Telling sorrow is like a meteor full of wishes in a dream.

Fall into the unknown abyss.

Tears never stop with the rain. . . . . . . . . . ..

Listen to the rain at night until dawn.

Ask for some scenery to set off your sad mood and describe the drizzle in April. The sun is shining and the autumn wind is cool. The young leaves are still small, but there are some green leaves everywhere. Shy Chunyang only gently leaned out some soft light from the thin clouds, and the figures and shadows on the ground were very weak. The wild peach blossoms bloomed the earliest, and the faint pink was swaying in the wind and rain, like a weak village girl, dressed simply and beautifully. -"two horses"

Examples of scenery description in Wang Tongzhao's works;

The weather is intoxicating warmth, which happens to be the season when cherry blossoms fall out. The fine sand pavement is covered with messy pink flowers, some of which are hung on the paved green grass. Several pear trees are also dotted with white petals. The hills in the north and west are covered with light blue clothes schools, and swallows jump back and forth in the forest. This is the last spring of a good year, and there are beautiful scenery everywhere, which makes people linger. -"Shan Yu"

Examples of scenery description in Zheng Zhenduo's works;

The scenery along the road is really good. The midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River was once a paradise on earth. There is no barren land along the way, only green rice, green trees and green mulberry trees. Occasionally, I saw some ponds with thick lotus leaves and tiny rhombic leaves floating on the water. -A "bird"

Examples of scenery description in Zhou Libo's works;

The sun shone through the dense leaves of elm trees and cast shadows on the ground. The south wind in late summer and early autumn brought the new fragrance of wheat and wormwood. Late summer and early autumn in northern Manchuria are beautiful seasons and the best days of the year. The weather is neither too cold nor too hot, and there is still some cyan in the field, so people are not too busy. -The Storm

Examples of Xu Chi s Travel Prose;

I saw the clouds coming, soaring on the Wenshuyuan and the balcony, drifting across the Donghai Gate and Xihai Gate, and permeating Beihai Hotel and Baieling. So erratic; If it is changeable. Between milliseconds, the scenery is different; The same place, changing rapidly. Sometimes the sun is shining, sometimes the rain is flowing. But there will always be clouds floating away; The whole park, hidden in it. A few pine trees, a few pine watchers, dissolved and dissolved; There are ancient landscapes and simple brushwork. And the wind roared, shaking the pine trees like dragons and phoenixes, showing their vigor and color. Their roots are embedded in crevices, the color is like granite, and they are generally loyal. They have wavy awnings trimmed by the wind; Because of the wind, they spread their wings like flying. Looking down from the top of the mountain, they look like moss, covered with rocks; Looking up from the mountainside, they are like daughters in the sky, slim and elegant. Fold along the rock wall and one by one will come out. The gauze is light and the exposed figure dances lightly. And this kind of dancing wind blows the clouds in a variety of ways, which is dazzling. Whether the cloud is scattered or gathered; The mountain peaks are flashing. It was raining cats and dogs just now, and it was foggy, but it stopped and dispersed in less than one thousandth of a second. On the solemn Tiandu Peak, Hada was put away; The beautiful lotus seed peak unveiled a cicada-like veil. As soon as the sun shines, Dan Cliff is golden. At this time, the sea of clouds is rolling, such as the tide of Haining, and it goes straight to the cliff bank in front of Wenshuyuan Hotel. The cinnabar peak was swallowed up, the powder peak reached the bottom of the wave, the ploughed Yunfeng became an island, and Aoyufeng swam among the snow waves. The waves are calm and the moonlight is dazzling. At this time, the Wenshuyuan is in the south, and Scorpio's whole body, like a dragon, lies motionless in front of me. Waiting for someone to ride, you can take off. But when I woke up suddenly in a quiet hotel with dark blue mountains and peaks, I got up gently and saw that the mountains and peaks were only dark, but the morning glow was gradually purple, blue and green.

The rising sun showed the first light. I have never seen this bright red so red, nor have I seen this bright red so fresh. In a blink of an eye, the fireball flies and the rosy clouds are hidden in the gaze. Light and shadow are ever-changing, and space shoots hundreds of beams. Wansonglin is beautiful, and Yungu Temple is radiant. Suddenly I saw a precious glass lamp hanging high in front of my peak. Colorful, fireworks scattered in the dock. Fireworks are flying. Darkness changed color, and omnipotent clouds gathered again. Sheng Guan sings together, and the mountain calls the valley. The wind is urgent. In front of the west sea, the snow waves are surging. In front of Paiyun Pavilion, just like a busy seaport, there are packages of soft goods loaded and unloaded on the dock. How I want to sail from here. But there are many reefs and the waves are big and sinister, which can definitely smash my sail mast and overturn my ship.

I crossed the jungle path and ran up the left peak. There is a platform on the ground where you can see the sea. But it's very strange to see the vast and boundless Three Seas and Penglai. I walked through denser forests, climbed the strangest peaks, wound my way through more dangerous cliffs and stepped into deeper waves. A reed can sail, and I reached Feilai Peak in the center of the sea. I'm more interested in traveling, and I'm on the cloud again. There is no sign on the map of Huangshan Mountain, and there is no mention of any travel notes. There are no stone steps, paths, routes and directions in the cloud. Only in the crevices of rocks, in the roots of pine trees, and in the wrinkles of snow waves, I went overseas. There are four sets of thick clouds, which are boundless in all directions. Suddenly I met a drug farmer and told me that this place is called Overseas Five Peaks. He showed me the highest honor of Huangshan Mountain, a ganoderma lucidum, with a head and a tail, and the color was bright red as coral. He showed me the way, and he went down the rope to a valley of dozens of feet. He is flying and swinging. Huangshan belongs to him and to such a drug farmer. I don't know how many clouds I have crossed and how many mountains I have climbed. I found myself on the explosion peak, in front of the bright top. Rain is coming, so I'll hide in the weather station. Huangshan also belongs to them, these young scientists, and they invited me into their research room. It rained cats and dogs. At this time, the meteorologist congratulated me because I would see the best scenery.

Describe the sad scenery. Describe the beautiful autumn. Here, it is no longer scorched earth and ashes. It's Chung Shan Man.

A bustling place with red carpets in the wind. Korean pine covered with elastic skin is still alive,

Standing proudly on the high rocks, the whistle in the valley is jubilant, and the white hope flutters slowly in the rice fields.

The moonlight was cold and swept over me.

It's dark and very cold. Grass bowed its head, branches winding, looked up and found dark clouds gathering. Unexpectedly, the rain has started to rain quietly.

The wind standing on the rooftop is endless.

This lonely city

At the end of the intersection of the sky and the tall building

Who pursues empty freedom?

The sunshine fills me at this moment.

Stay away from noise and indifference.

A steady stream of people wandered in the street.

Who can hear whose loneliness?

5. Ask for a composition about scenery to be sad, sad, sad autumn wind, which blows away the heat in summer and replaces it with the coolness in autumn. In the morning, the sun shines on the floor through the window, bringing warmth, and the sunrise is also very moist, embedded in the old branches and leaves. Clouds float slowly in the clear blue sky, and autumn is more beautiful and profound in the cool autumn wind.

It's quiet around, only the sound of nature. Looking around, there are continuous mountains, green fields, green rivers, a few white clouds floating under the blue sky, surrounded by fragrant grass, singing and dancing, and clear and sweet streams running through the whole forest. What a natural and harmonious picture.

Everywhere is lush, with flowers and trees in groups, swaying trees and flowers, surrounded by lush bamboos. The breeze blew, and the leaves danced, which was somewhat soft in rigidity. Flowers are patchy, pink, white, yellow and lavender. Flowers float quietly in the silent air with a slight fragrance.

In the crisp autumn season, the distant mountains are a ray of quiet indigo in light blue. At dusk, above a hazy mountain peak, there is a mysterious golden purple inlaid. In the winter morning, after a night of snowflakes, the distant mountain is a soft silver curve, so pure and noble. The spring is bright and the distant mountains are full of vitality. If there is anything, just bask in the sun in the warm spring breeze. In the hot summer, its image seems to be much fuller, and it seems that you can see the moist breath in the transpiration of mountains.

Slowly, the wind blew Ye Er and Golden Thread to a place. Twilight will begin. The sparkling water waves rippled away and kneaded into a string of Phnom Penh, which merged with the extended bluestone trail.

Smoke waves are vast, and water meets the sky. On the blue sea, white sails are dotted and the waves are rough. Several seagulls are foraging at sea from time to time, and the sweet pigeon whistle is faintly heard in the breeze. The sea, vast and deep, with its majestic momentum, noisily pushes layers of waves to the shore. The beach is like a girl's body, bearing the gentle caress of the waves again and again. Every time the tide recedes, it leaves a string of white and wet hickeys.

On a cloudy day, the sky is particularly blue and the earth is unusually empty. When the high wind blows, a vibrant heart dances on the green grass. A heart, plus a pair of feet, outlines the scenery of my youth grazing in the distance.

In the first ray of dawn, the village was filled with mist, like a shy girl wearing a thin veil, giving people a soft and hazy beauty. Soon, the breeze dispersed the mist and a big lotus pond came into view. Are the lotus flowers in the pool charming? Some are slim, some stand out from the crowd, and some don't even have the courage to surface. In this scene, there is a faint blue light flowing. I seem to have entered Penglai wonderland, and the beginning of the day begins with the beauty of nature.

The warm sunshine swept the slightly wrinkled water surface, and the clear crystal water bloomed with a blurred and moving luster. I picked it up carefully, so soft and fragile? I'm afraid it will suddenly fall and turn into clouds. Through its bright body. I saw myself clearly. So, I am confused: am I water or am I water?

It was raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and the breeze mixed with Mao Mao rain rushed to the window and brushed my face. What kind of enjoyment, what kind of comfort, there is a trace of tenderness in hardness and a trace of comfort in slight pain.

As you can imagine, standing on the street corner, looking at the lush and endless plane trees, what a breathtaking beauty it is. I like to touch the trunk of Wolong, listen to the whispers of leaves and enjoy the little sunshine that falls to the ground through the leaves.

He sat alone by the window, and the dark sky was divided into several pieces by the windowsill. The stars are scattered around the bright first quarter moon, as if Hui Jin were shining on the lake under the caress of the sunset. The night is beautiful and quiet, making people unable to breathe.

The setting sun painted the sky with a layer of silent orange. Under the setting sun, the vicissitudes of the ancient road are full of blurred customs, which is particularly quiet. Everything in the world seems to be intoxicated in this frozen but very short-lived Miri, Malaysia, and all voices are stopped.

It is already late autumn. On the shore, the golden leaves are like withered butterflies, dragged feebly into the river in the wind. The river is full of leaves, as if carrying sadness, surging towards the long night. At night, it is quiet, and the faint river seems to tell people something.

The sun is close to the top of the mountain, and the dazzling white sunlight turns yellow gradually, but the air is still sultry, mixed with the smell of rice, hay and soil, and wrapped around people like a big hairy towel, which makes people uncomfortable.

6. Scenery description against sadness Original publisher: * * Asia

Set off the sad mood with the scenery

Chapter 1: Set off the sad mood with the scenery.

Sadness: After a night of autumn wind, the yard was in depression, with fallen leaves all over the floor, but no one cared for it like Daiyu. The geese flying south reluctantly left this paradise to open up another strange world. They tread lightly on the path covered with leaves, rustling intermittently and crying about their tragic fate. The sky no longer reveals the spirituality of water, the dry season and the helpless scenery like spring and summer. A crow is there.

Chapter two: Set off the sad mood with the scenery.

Lyric way

(1) On the relationship between emotion and scenery: Poets write poems to express their thoughts and feelings. In order to achieve this goal, he needs to write scenes-natural or surrounding scenery, to arouse feelings and convey feelings to readers. The handling of feelings and scenes is very important. If handled properly, he will arouse the feelings of readers and let them sing with him. Such a poem is well written and touching. The handling of emotions and scenery is not just a matter of poetry. Other arts, such as novels, plays, movies and paintings, also have this problem. Generally speaking, love and scenery are in harmony. Take movies for example. When a disaster is about to happen, movies often let us see lightning and storms, so that the audience can be psychologically prepared and foresee future disasters. In the movie, when two men and women are in love, or when couples are newly married, they will go for a walk in the park. The weather is fine and spring blossoms, which is a refreshing sight. This kind of scene coordination is similar to writing poems in movies or other arts. This is called Jinling Nanjing. There were Wu in the Six Dynasties; In comparison, the Chrysanthemum and Painting Chrysanthemum of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Song Dynasty, Qi Dynasty, Liang Dynasty and Chen Dynasty all asked questions: What rhetorical devices were used in this poem? How is it expressed?