A composition about hometown (400~600 words)

In the morning, I arrived in Jiuzhai, got on the environmental protection tour bus, and left the buzzing mountain gate. Sedi (a beautiful girl) dressed in Tibetan clothes began to tell the legend of Jiuzhai: A long time ago, the male fairy Dago and the female fairy Warnocedi were deeply in love, and Dago carefully built a mirror for Sedi. Unexpectedly, Sudi accidentally missed. At this time, Lotus Leaf Village passed by the window, and the hunting prayer flags were washed in a hundred years of wind and rain, conveying prayers and blessings. Looking back at Gu Song in Lotus Leaf Village, the bonsai beach in a trance also passed by in a hurry.

The scream of the little girl sitting in front woke me up, and the reed sea came into view: a clear and glittering blue brook meandered through the vast reed, like a sapphire inlaid in gold, and I immediately "wow". At this time, the whole car has stood up and looked left, and the children's screams are endless. The tour guide smiled and reminded: "Please pay attention to safety." Outside the window, Haizi is covered with slightly yellow reeds, reflecting the blue sky and the blue water. Occasionally, unknown waterfowl will walk through the reeds, and the wiped ripples are like the ripples on the quiet reeds. I seem to have entered the fairy tale world, or a beautiful watercolor painting. Facing the color and beauty of the reed sea, I finally realized that language is pale and powerless. I can't describe the blue bend that still appears in my dreams from time to time except the general praise for the wonderful workmanship.

A clear stream twists and turns, taking me into heaven.

Multicolored peacock sea

Looking down from the tourist highway, through the thin shadow in the forest, a peacock can be seen in the distance quietly staying in the valley, flapping its wings and flying in the slight fog, and combing its wings gracefully in spring. The distant sea blue in the lush forest fascinated my eyes, which is the soul of Jiuzhai.

Walk through a secluded forest along the winding plank road, stroll in the cool mountain wind, and approach the dazzling blue flower sea under the sky. At first glance, there are traces of snow on the distant mountains last night, and the nearby plants are light green in the lake. Even in Haizi, underwater plants are different from different angles, including blue, sapphire, light green, dark green, indigo and colorful. When the breeze passed, the waterfowl woke up, and the colorful lake rippled in circles, staining the underwater trees, corals, small trees and grass on the water surface.

There are many old trees at the bottom of Haizi, which are littered with staggered branches and different shapes, just like corals in the sea. Taking their bodies as the soil, new life in the lake thrives, creating a spectacle of dead trees in spring. If the phoenix is reborn from the fire, they will regain their eternal life in the clear lake until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and the wind and frost will no longer leave traces on them, leaving only feelings.

Gorgeous and colorful, immersed in the years is extremely elegant.

Long suspension bridge situation

After the chaotic April, in order to escape, I hurriedly chose a destination and jumped on the bus. So, on the drizzly morning of May 2, I got on the bus from Chengdu to Jiuzhai. When I started my journey, fatigue was the only feeling. Out of the highway, those towering peaks, towering cliffs, endless, have never left their sight. At the foot of the mountain, the Minjiang River, with different river widths, accompanied silently. The mountain is static, the water is beautiful and the water is alive. The eyes are full of lush trees, and the insects and birds from far and near set each other off. Occasionally passing by the unique houses of Qiang people, I listened to music and felt confused and complicated until the suspension bridge came into my eyes.

The long suspension bridge swings around the Minjiang River Valley all the year round, shaking off the heat in midsummer and the cold in winter, soaking up the colors of the years, so it hangs between heaven and earth, even on the cliff, and becomes a landscape. Imagine crossing the bamboo suspension bridge and stepping into the secluded landscape along the winding path. Imagine the quiet Chai Fei at the other end of the bridge, accompanied by the clouds in the pool, shaking off the world of mortals and leaving the leaves silent. Inadvertently, I left the mask of the city and dissolved into the complex of simple countryside.

In a flash, my heart was like a mirror, and I was alone in the mountains.

Exquisite multicolored swimming pool

After bathing in the snow for five years, I set foot on the stone steps of the virgin forest and came. A delicate green water area is embedded in the misty snowfield, like crystal jade-the most exquisite color pool is finally displayed in front of my eyes. Because she is petite and exquisite, she is also the only one among 108 Haizi who is not called Hai, but this does not affect her beauty enough to compete with the Five Seas.

The mountains are covered with snow and the green waters set each other off. The lake is dark green, green, light blue and slightly green, spotless, like a natural jasper, without any flaws. It is said that in summer and autumn, the pool water is like an overturned palette, showing dozens of colors such as dark green, deep purple, sapphire blue and goose yellow, like a sea of flowers. Think of the charming customs when the empty valley is long, the grass is green, the birds are singing and the lilacs are dripping. On this occasion, only the Xiushan forest is as clear as a mirror, as unreal as reality. As far as the bottom of the pool is concerned, pebbles cascade down, only the dark green background is deep and distant, and I don't know which beautiful time and space it leads to.

Snowflakes in Chi Pan touch each other and enjoy the exquisiteness of the painter.

Water in my hometown (exam composition)

Water is the source of life and water is the source of everything. Without water, there would be no living things today.

After reading the beautiful scenery of water written by many writers, I can't help but be intoxicated with it and naturally think of the water in my hometown. Although the water in my hometown is not well-known, it feeds more than 300 families 100. In our eyes, it is our mother river.

The river in my hometown is crystal clear, and traces of fish and shrimp can be seen in the water. The tortoise is also impressed by the beautiful scenery. It climbed clumsily to the shore, craned its neck, narrowed its eyes slightly, quietly enjoying the beautiful scenery and watching the fish playing in the water. Sometimes, when people approach it, it doesn't even notice it. After discovering people, they reluctantly jumped into the river, and the splashed water droplets danced happily, sometimes falling on the lotus leaves, shaking them two or three times, and returning to the river, as if telling the lotus leaves how happy they were.

The river in my hometown is like a slowly flowing light blue crystal. In the sun, it gives off a light blue silver light. Mountains and trees are reflected in the water, like thousands of trees gathered in the water, singing and dancing lightly with the flow of the river.

The hometown river at dusk is even more interesting. The sunset glow is reflected in the water, which is in harmony with the sunset glow and the mountains. We often play games and games in these thousands of sunsets. We are very happy.

In winter, the river in my hometown is like a giant's mouth, spitting hot air in the cold wind. My aunts and sisters wash clothes and carry water in this river. The water is warm, so washing clothes here in winter is the best choice. Children who are not afraid of the cold often swim, bathe and fish here. When you are lucky, you can eat a plate of delicious marinated fish at home at night.

Water in my hometown, I love you.

Respondent: Fu Yiji 2009-2-2112: 41

White moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and crickets screamed everywhere. The fragrance of the night permeates the air and weaves into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. What the eyes come into contact with is covered with this soft net. No matter what grass or tree it is, it is not as realistic as during the day. Everything has a vague and illusory color, and everything hides its details and guards its secrets, making people feel like dreaming.

(Ba Jin's "Home")

The moonlight shines like silver, and the bamboo rafts on the mountain turn black in the moonlight. Insects are singing like rain in the grass around us. From time to time, from somewhere, suddenly there will be a grass warbler hissing in its throat. Soon, the bird seems to understand that it's midnight and it shouldn't be so noisy, so he still sleeps with his eyes closed.

(Shen Congwen's Border Town)

He looked out through the screen window. The stars in the sky are dense and busy. They are silent, but it seems that they only feel the excitement in the sky. A comb like the moon describes a young girl, but people are not shy, and the light and outline are fresh and carved, which can gradually set off the night scene. Insects on the grass in the small garden talk in trivial ways at night. I don't know where the frog, Qi Xin and Qi Xin worked together to blow the bugle, like the sound of a boiling fire. Several fireflies swam around, not like flying, but like floating in thick air. In the dark place where the moonlight goes out, a little firefly flashes, like a little green eye on a summer night.

(Qian Zhongshu's Fortress Besieged)

The pool in Zhongshan Park is like a mirror, and the round moon is reflected on the pool surface. There are several street lamps beside the trees beside the pool, and the round lights are reflected in the water, just like a small moon around the moon in the pool. The bloated white clouds slowly moved across the pool surface, like a group of old women, bending their backs and walking in front of the moon step by step, trying to cover it, but the moon poured out bright light from the cracks in the clouds. A piece of white clouds is connected with a piece of white clouds, such as a wide and irregular belt, which divides the clear sky into two halves. White clouds drifted by and gradually disappeared in the distance. The sky is clear and the moon is particularly bright.

(Repeating Morning in Shanghai)

The northern night at the end of May is the freshest and most beautiful moment. The sky seems to have been brushed, without a cloud, blue and crystal clear, high and far away. A full moon climbed out of Dongling, like a big lantern, illuminating the valley full of strange stones, casting the shadows of branches and tender grass on the path, swaying leisurely. Birds are singing in the branches, bugs are jumping in the grass, and spring seedlings are growing in the terraces; There are thousands of lives in Shan Ye. ...

(Haoran's Sunny Days)

Moonlight filled the garden, the distant Woods were covered with silver brilliance, and thick shadows were baked in the Woods, silent and serious. The water in the fountain and the microwave in the pool all reflect the bright moonlight and ripple there. The green leaves under her feet and the flowers and plants nearby are covered with moonlight, soft and silent, and trampled by her.

(Autumn River by Yu Dafu)

The moon will come out soon. The moon is still far away, but behind the horizon, people think it rises from the dark abyss. The weak light inlaid a circle of lace around the top of the tree on the high slope, like the edge of a goblet, and the silhouette of the top of the tree became darker every minute under the weak light.

(Falloman? Roland: mother and son)

The mist dissipated, and the silver moonlight covered the vast beach like a dazzling widow's mourning. There is not a boat on the river, not even a trace of microwave can be seen. On the banks of the river, there is peace everywhere, which is like the endless peace that death brings to the suffering patients.

(Tagore, India: "Shipwreck")

After eight kilometers of Qutang Gorge, the dark clouds suddenly disappeared. There is a blue sky at the top of the canyon, and a few golden clouds are floating. A ray of sunshine fell like lightning on the cliff on the left. On the right peak, white clouds are like silver, and the sun hasn't come yet. At this time, far ahead, countless mountains and misty clouds suddenly appeared a piece of red mist. You see, the crimson peaks set off the fog. It's really beautiful. It's like the flash of a red gem reflected upward from a deep valley, which seems to make people enter the realm of myth. At this time, you look up at the river, which is also colorful: two huge rocks, reflecting like ink; There are twists and turns in the middle, but there seems to be a shining road, which is swaying on it; The nearby mountains are as green as jade. As time goes by, red mist in front is redder and brighter. As the boat approached, it became clear that there was a mountain peak in the red mist, and the red mist turned out to be thousands of strong sunshine. At 8: 20, we came to this sunny golden sunrise.

Liu's Three-Day Tour of the Yangtze River

What separates everyone from me is the fog all over the sky, whether it is high-rise buildings like vehicles and crowded pedestrians on the water; Everything no longer exists, even the arm that swings out when walking disappears into confusion.

Jin yi de Wu

Outside the house, the morning fog on the opposite side is too thick to see people, and it has faded, faded. In the rising sun, the idea of white fog churned away like a rustling sound. Fences, mounds and walls all show blurred images in the fog.

Wang Xiyan's "Warm Spring"

fog

Like a veil, like a haze, like a cloud; Hanging on the tree, bypassing the roof, on the mountain road, hiding in the grass. One moment like a raging tide, the other like a roaring Bai Ou. Xia Yan bursts, gone with the wind, everything, everything becomes hazy. In an instant, this milky light fog turned into small water droplets. Sprinkle it on the road, in the bushes, on your head and face. Gently, greasy, a little wet. People get a little drunk as soon as they inhale the smell of wild chrysanthemum medicine.

Qiu Zhijie's ode to fog yarn

morning mist

The night fog slowly fades and turns white, like flowing transparent body, and the East turns white. A veil-like fog floats over Cao Yang New Village, where there are no buildings and trees. Say it does, but you can't see the whole picture of those buildings and trees; Suppose not. Where the fog is clear, the outlines of buildings and trees are faintly revealed. With the shadow of fog, it changes like a mirage.

Repeat "Morning in Shanghai"

I don't know when the fog started. At dawn, dense fog rolled in from the upstream like cotton balls; Climb up the river bank, climb up the tree and spread to both sides ... thick fog filled the shed and stained my face wet and greasy; None of us can see whose face clearly.

There is no navigation mark on Yede River.

One foggy morning, I came to the levee. Everywhere, mountains and lakes are gone, only opaque milky chaos. The sound of sobs from far to near corresponds to the pleasant sound of birds. There was a vague idea in the white hole, and then the outline of a ship gradually emerged. This was the earliest yacht at that time.

Yu Min's West Lake Scenery

In the early morning, the fog is very thick. Following the doctor's advice, I took a leisurely walk by the lake. I can only hear birds singing in my ears, but I can't see their exquisite figures. Clouds with a little chill pass over my face from time to time. On weekdays, the street lamp with dazzling high-pressure mercury lamp bulb looks so dim and faint today, flickering and blurred in the rolling fog. I seem to have entered a fairy tale world.

Zhang Ping's Morning Fog in Jinghu Lake

night mist

Once I walked back to Song Xue Building from the ski club, I suddenly noticed a layer of fog on the road, which suddenly thickened and dissipated. This is really a wonderful experience, as if walking into a fog tent, and the fog flows spontaneously, from ears to fingers. Just like sailing in a foggy river, the sound of pines on both sides can't stop. As soon as the canoe turned a corner, it had already passed Chung Shan Man. Looking back, I can't see the fog coming, and I can't see that the fog has stayed here.

Lin Qingxuan's impression of He Huan

Blue denim

At the beginning of April, primrose blossoms, and a warm wind blows through the newly dug flower beds. Gardens, like women, are elaborately decorated to welcome summer festivals. When people look out from the space of the flower shed, they see the winding river flowing through the grassland carelessly. The evening mist floated in the withered poplars, as if spun yarn hung on the branches, but it was whiter, more transparent and more hazy than spun yarn, which made the outline of poplars violet.

Madame Bovary by Flaubert (France)

Summer fog

Summer nights are short and dawn is early. Before the sun rises, forests, surrounding mountains and small plains surrounded by mountains are hidden in dense fog. Only the top of the forest appeared in the dense fog. With the rising of the sun, the increasingly pale fog color wandered, flowed and disappeared without a trace. The forest of meditation will all appear like a stream; Far and near are solemn, clear, thick and light, deep and light green, green or green.

Jason's Children from the Forest

Broomes-Deom

That was yesterday. It was a cloudless sunny day in Wan Li, but that day, the mountains and seas were covered with hot fog, and there were sticky and dirty things everywhere. Cicadas in the fields are also at work. The hotter it gets, the noisier it gets, which makes people hot and annoying. Autumn wind together, look: there are clouds in the sky, and the clouds are transparent; The mountains and seas are clearly covered with fog, which is also dry.

The bleak autumn wind in Yang Shuo

Winter fog

Did the winter fog in London really defend the ancient city in advance? Get up in the morning, take a roll of blanket and carry it to the pile house with the straw mat. I felt very cold when I went upstairs. Poke the black curtain on the window with a wooden stick. It's a sad fog outside. Not only does the back street lack the spire of Eton Road Church, but even the pear tree in the back garden is just a shadow. When I was in a daze, there was a smell and a movement, and our civet cat was sitting on the back of the sofa. It gave me a timid look, then its four legs shrank and curled up like a bulging vase, watching the fog. The car horn sounded in the dense fog, sometimes short and sometimes melodious. ……

Xiao Gan's Three London Diaries

rime

Dawn came late, and the stars refused to leave. However, milky white steam has risen from the Ran Ran River. I don't know where there are so many transparent white gauze in Liuxi River around Huluba! In an instant, a huge cage with white curtains was formed, and the Huluba in Fiona Fang Shili was completely covered. This is the fog in the famous Tuojiang River basin.

Zhou Keqin's Xu Mao and His Daughters

Blue mist

Pale blue mist rises from the grass, under the tea tree pier. The fragrance of lotus, plum and orange is mixed in the morning fog, and the whole mountain dock is warm and cool; Even the blue mist is like steam evaporated when brewing essence.

Ai Xuan's "Biluochun News"

Gray fog

Gray fog rises from the rocky valley in Ran Ran, and the dark clouds on the top of the mountain are getting deeper and deeper. After a while, the peak disappeared, the road was unclear, and it was dark all around.

Jun Qing's Mountain Shadow

Cold fog

A white cold fog hangs over the high red brick wall and the main road outside the brick wall of the arsenal, and hangs over the vast airport of the Ministry of Aviation opposite the arsenal; Surrounded the ancient pagoda at the end of the city street. ..... This thick cold fog, from the high chimney of the factory in the morning, sends out the whistle to urge the workers to go to work, and the endless stream of bicycles, people, cars and miscellaneous footsteps. When it poured into the door of the armory, it began to fall like a thick smoke. It's almost noon now, and it doesn't mean to dissipate. From the chaotic and frozen clouds, the sun just showed its round face with a halo and soon disappeared. There is fine snow like jade in the sky, and the biting cold stings people's skin. The ears, cheeks, fingers and toes exposed by wearing old cotton shoes hurt like being bitten by a cat. "It's too cold, Laqi, barak. The frozen chin is so cold! " ……

Cai Tianxin's Hunhe Storm

fog

The valley is full of long mist, walking quietly up the mountain alone, like an evil spirit looking for a place to rest and not getting it. Cold fog, sticky, cold, slowly floating. Obviously, the waves are undulating and chasing each other, just like the waves on a dangerous sea. The fog turned off the lights on the car, and nothing could be seen except the fog for a few yards. The polluted air exhaled by tired horses mixed in the fog, as if they had caused all this.

Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities

thick fog

The drizzle that turned into a dense fog wrapped the scenery fifty feet away in a vague and dizzy shell. There are several tall buildings standing in the sky, only the highest floor is exposed in the fog. Rows of windows and holes twinkle like huge eyes, emitting yellow light. From a distance, they are like a mirage floating in mid-air, without any majestic spirit. And this dense fog is endless, the car broke through the suffocating moisture, the glass of the window turned into frosted glass, and even people close at hand became dizzy and strange; Everything has lost its sharp outline, and everything is blurred and deformed.

Mao Dun's Midnight

The sun went down; Thick fog, as white as milk, rises on the river, in the walls of churches and in the open spaces around factories. Shortly after dark, the slope was brightly lit. The dense fog seems to cover a bottomless abyss. ...

Chekhov is in the canyon.