The first volume of grade seven is the composition of Unit 4 of Chinese.

Synchronous composition guidance of the first volume of the seventh grade Chinese in Jiangsu Education Press: Unit 4 Observing and describing the characteristics of scenery.

Notes on the title or background of a book.

1. Observe the surrounding scenery carefully and write down the observation notes. Scenery can be provided in textbooks, or you can write what you are interested in.

2. We should grasp the characteristics of the scene and describe it in detail. Only by grasping the characteristics of the scene can we write a distinctive article.

model essay

Chaney

Dark green trees and grass gradually withered, and most of the flowers that rushed to open withered. The birds singing with their throats have disappeared, and Grandfather Sun's red face has added a little gold. It turns out that autumn has come, and Miss Qiu has changed them.

In the morning, walking on the way to school, the poplars and grass under the trees on both sides of the road are light green, orange and golden, withered and still growing. There are golden poplars on both sides of the road. From a distance, there are asphalt roads and a transparent blue sky in the middle.

On the campus in the early morning of autumn, you can't see the flowers that used to rush to open, and you can't smell the flowers. The beauty of red, pink and white as snow in summer is gone forever. The only flower in full bloom is Jin Ju, which symbolizes autumn. It seems that all the flowers in autumn disdain to show their beautiful posture, and only Jin Ju is a loyal follower of autumn.

Reading in the morning, I can't hear the complicated voice of birds contending, and even the cicada that I hate most in summer is gone. In the past, all the voices that accompanied us to read seemed to disappear, but it also made the campus quiet and harmonious, and made us clear-headed.

In the morning exercise, the sun used to be red, but now it looks a little more golden and a little less crimson. Maybe it's because Grandpa Sun knows it's cold and wears a golden shirt, which looks so kind. It seems to remind us to wear more autumn clothes.

From ancient times to the present, there are many poems describing the green in spring and the white in winter, but I like this golden autumn as much as Jin Ju.

Chaney

The chirp of cicadas disappeared from the forest, the green trees changed into golden pajamas, and the whistling west wind came in a hurry, you know? This scene tells us that autumn is coming.

Whenever autumn comes in a hurry, purplish maple leaves and some dead leaves fall everywhere along the river and roadside. They don't want to do this, just like people don't want to get old, but what can it do? As the saying goes, time waits for no one, so wait for the next flower season.

In the sky, teams of migratory birds and swallows are flying to the warm south, and the geese are arranged in a herringbone shape for a while and in a line for a while. Sometimes they envy flying birds, and they can go wherever they want, without any constraints, so free and happy.

In the golden rice fields, hardworking farmers are tirelessly harvesting golden ears of rice, hoping to have a good harvest this year.

Bright eyes accompany me at night. Whenever the Mid-Autumn Festival, I always think about the autumn scenery, breathe, feel the cool breeze blowing and eat sweet moon cakes.

Ah, this beautiful autumn scenery is really a good season for reading. I want to praise it and use it.

Walking in the small street, dreaming of the happiness and coolness that autumn brings to people, it has no heat in summer and cold in winter, but only a refreshing feeling. Take a breath, can you feel the breath of autumn?

in the rain

With the sound of ticking, the damp earthy smell with country flavor slowly rushed in. I know this is the messenger of rain, so I put on my coat and ran out of the house.

Drop by drop, the rain hit my hair playfully, but refused to come down. I was about to raise my hand to take it down, but it jumped up one after another like fear and set foot on the asphalt road one after another. For an instant, an inexplicable feeling came to my mind.

When the noise of the day was drowned by the long drizzle, I felt that the world of mortals seemed to fall in an instant, with the freshness and clarity after the dust settled. My thoughts seem to shuttle through an ancient pastoral, and the jumping notes float into the distance through the night sky and drizzle. It drifted too far, so I had the impulse to set up a boat of my mind and look for it in the distance.

On the border of Dahan where bonfires spread, a group of chariots and horses were heading for the desert. A woman in the car opened the curtain and looked at the big man's territory that disappeared bit by bit from the back of the car. Two lines of tears rolled down and wet the wheels rolling forward. Finally, I reluctantly put down the curtain and let the wheels go forward.

So he left a tragic "Zhao Jun went to the cottage".

Is it sadness? It's hi!

On the edge of the Wujiang River in the dead of night, a horse covered in blood is greedily gnawing at the tender grass. An armored general stared nervously across the river, lost in thought. He seemed to see a beautiful face, drifting away from him, getting farther and farther.

He saw the flowing liquid, clearly blood, and dyed the newly unearthed tender grass red. He rushed over and called her name again and again, but all he heard was "crossing the street". .......................................................................................................................................................... stood up slowly and clenched his sword.

"Take it, take it, take my head to get the reward!" A flash of lightning lit up the banks of the Wujiang River. A stream of blood gushed out and a hero's life was over. Regret or pleasure? I savored it in the rain.

In the desert of vast expanse, monks carrying heavy bags are trudging westward alone. Finally, he couldn't support it any longer. He didn't think about the hot yellow sand under the scorching sun. He just knocked over a little water and lay down. I don't know how long it took, but he finally woke up, struggled to get up and continued to March west. Whether to give up or insist, I think hard in the drizzle.

Rain sings at my feet like a poet. The voice is hazy moonlight and roses, as gentle as the morning mist among flowers. Deep and gentle, like a breeze blowing through the strings, like falling flowers falling to the water.

The rain gradually stopped, taking away the leisurely, quiet and ancient night and my purple dream. So I am alone in the wind, under the dim street lamp, waiting for you, waiting for your next season.

moonlit night

Gu Xiaoxi

Inadvertently, dusk has entered the tall building.

The night covered up the messy withered smoke, the disharmony of repeated repairs of buildings, and the traces of years sneaked into the background of the night. It rained for several nights, but tonight is actually the white dew and warm air, and the moonlight is flowing. I have read many poems related to moonlight since I was a child, but I have never appreciated the moonlit night carefully.

So, I closed the door and walked into the yard.

There is not a star in the sky. All I can see is the full moon, which is very quiet. Only the wind blew some fragmented words to my ear, but it was very weak. I listened attentively and realized that what I heard was my own heartbeat. The shadow on the moon is clearly visible. The fairy on the moon must be dancing, and the elegant plain face sets off Yin Hui. The buttonwood tree in the yard pierced the crown of the tree and formed a huge shadow in the moonlight. A leaf is falling, floating and floating, and it is dyed silver at the other end of the moonlight. The cypress tree next to it exudes a strong spicy smell, as if it were floating from a distant country. Insects in the trees filled the whole night, making this month more mysterious and quiet.

The ground in the moonlight looks like a layer of frost, but this white is different from the white of plums or snow. It is a clear and ethereal white, which makes people see their souls. Indeed, bathed in the moonlight, it seems that the soul has emerged from its shell and merged into the bright moonlight. Many flowers are fragrant under the comfort of moonlight, and the air is filled with a lot of intoxicating sweetness. Around the moon, there is a faint Wei Yun from time to time. Whenever the night wind blows, the pretty face of the moon slides into the clouds, and it is dark all around, and the remaining moonlight appears hazy and blurred. This is Zhu Ziqing's favorite state. I thought it was the hair hanging down from the beauty's toilet that covered part of her delicate face. When the beauty was unobstructed, the moon brushed Wei Yun away from her face. At this moment, the sky was as bright as mercury, giving her a clean and dry Kun.

On a quiet moonlit night, it is hard to imagine the noise, heat and prosperity of a day. In fact, life, the world and history are all the same. It is wise to give tranquility to noise, peace to impatience, arrogance to simplicity and gentleness to rudeness. It's just that people are used to being noisy or quiet. Although it is contradictory in itself, most people are the synthesis of this contradiction.

Of course, some people are willing to stay awake alone, such as Zhuang Zhou, Li Bai and Tao Yuanming ... When they see everything in the world and understand the essence of society, they will happily blend in with the boundless moonlight and watch the full moon belonging to their souls alone.

With this in mind, I suddenly felt that it was getting late and went home slowly. But somehow, I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. Thinking of the moonlight just now, I felt a kind of unspeakable emotion in my heart, so I turned on the light, picked up a book and turned to Xie Zhuang's "Yuefu". When I read:

"If the cold night, the wind into rhyme, kiss with mo, solitary progressive. Listen to the bird in the evening, and listen to the official introduction in autumn. So practicing string, choosing sound and choosing capacity ... what is love? New moon (there is a heart at the bottom of the word) bright moon and Long song ... "

I can't help being surprised. Moonlight causes countless thoughts, and the moonlight through the window lattice reminds me of "I wish people would live for a long time, thousands of miles away."

Between green mountains and green waters

After living in the city for a long time, I am used to the stressful life and breathing the air with three levels of pollution. The whole person seems to turn gray. Just like fish need water, I am eager to embrace the green mountains and green waters of nature.

One holiday, we drove to Huairou, a suburb of Beijing. At dusk, we arrived at the station. When I got off the bus, a fresh evening breeze and a faint fragrance of flowers came to my face, and it was as soft as satin and slipped through my skin. I was refreshed, greedily sucking the fresh air, and couldn't help walking along the path.

It is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on the other side. From a distance, the stream flows out of the mountains in the northwest, meanders in the rocky valleys, passes through rocks, flows through grasslands, flows through lush reed beaches and flows into vast lakes. Abrupt rocks emerge from the mountainside, and pines and cypresses squeeze out from the cracks in the rocks, stretching their waists and waiting for us like vicissitudes of life. The green hills are as beautiful as a girl hanging her head and wearing a dress against the sparkling lake, and the road built at the foot of the mountain is like the lace of a girl's white and bright skirt. The mountain is endless green, where it meets the sky. Green reflects blue, and blue sets off green, giving people an indescribable sense of comfort.

I walked all the way until I came to the stream. The stream is so clear that it passes through the rock like a sparkling crystal. I happily chased the stream, occasionally scooping up a handful of water and splashing it on my face. That feeling-so fresh, like a string of wonderful notes dripping from my ear. Some people say, "Water is the soul of the mountain." Yes, where there is water, there is always such an aura that people can't help but love it and get close to it. However, water is not only the soul of the mountain. This is the life of nature. You see, far away, a few cattle and sheep are strolling on the reed beach; On the lake, a group of waterfowl appeared faintly, stirring up pieces of spray. Some of them may have been surprised, they went straight to the green hills and blended in the pleasant green.

The stream twists and turns at the foot of the mountain, gradually leaving the shadow of the mountain shadow, and suddenly it becomes clear: what a big lake! As the sun sets, the waves sway with the red sunset glow, and the golden lake ripples in the singing of the wind. The waves gently beat the gravel under my feet, splashing a string of snow-white "pearl flowers". The reeds sway gently, and with every wave of the waves, a gentle dance music is produced.

I can't help but think of a sentence: "The river that never returns, the waves are gone, and there is a stream in front of ................................................................................................................................................., a romantic figure through the ages, flowing into a calm lake. I don't think I have the majestic momentum of the Yangtze River, and I don't think I am as good as Zhou Gongjin. I don't have a feather fan or a black scarf, and I don't look heroic. All I have is a heart that pursues nature, freshness and mountains and rivers.

Sit on the rock and let the reeds drift with the flow. The faint sunset reflects the lake like a brocade covered with gold, and the green hills are reflected on the lake, ups and downs, reflecting a lingering green ......

Comments: The title of this article is an introduction-object phrase, which points out the place where people live, so the solution should be "I am between green mountains and green waters". Since it is "I am between green mountains and green waters", then "I" must have seen a lot. From the "green" and "green" of mountains and rivers, I can write and feel the beauty of mountains and rivers.