Describe the local scenery and write a 200-word composition.

Describe the local scenery and write a 200-word composition. Campus autumn scenery

It's late autumn now, and when I walk into the empty campus, a cold wind blows, which makes people feel chilly.

The campus in autumn is still brilliant and pleasant, and the trees are still so green; Flowers don't seem to know that late autumn has arrived, but they are still fragrant and open, still attracting bees with fragrance; Butterflies are still dancing on campus, attracting students' attention with their beautiful figures.

There are some yellow leaves falling from trees in the flower beds on campus, and people's breath condenses into milky heat in the fresh air.

Although it is already late autumn, the sun still goes to work every day, giving plants enough light and heat so that they can still grow well in the cold late autumn.

Trees on campus sometimes sway with the wind; Sometimes standing still; Sometimes a few poor leaves fall from the branches. However, these do not affect the charm of green trees in late autumn. The flowers on campus are still blooming, bees are still busy collecting honey, and there are many bees flying around the flowers, looking for which one is better.

The sky in late autumn is unusually solemn and bright. After the self-study, it was already dark, which made people feel very mysterious. There are several stars in the high sky, which makes people wonder: where have all the other stars gone?

I like late autumn, bright sky and cool season!

Primary school students' composition-paragraphs describing local scenery Questioner: 777444816-the best answer during the probation period.

Autumn scenery

The chirping cicada has disappeared from the forest, the green trees have changed into golden pajamas, and the whistling west wind has come in a hurry. This scene tells us that autumn has arrived.

Whenever this autumn comes in a hurry, purplish maple leaves fall everywhere along the river and roadside; In the sky, flocks of migratory birds and swallows are flying to the warm south.

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

The bright moonlight accompanied me into the night. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, I always think about the autumn scenery 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.

Autumn scenery

"Quite critical", fallen leaves become a scene in autumn.

The autumn wind blew away the "wet" in spring and the "stuffy" in summer, bringing a little coolness. People say the autumn wind is dry. I don't think so. I like the feeling of mixing noodles in the autumn wind, which can make people clear-headed; Can make the dust on your body fly far away; Can bring our souls into autumn. When the autumn wind flashes, Wanshu will welcome warm applause and graceful dancing. The scene is as grand as the lively scene of a grand party, and butterflies are flying all over the sky. The sound of leaves colliding seems to be good news for Mother Earth. Children who leave home will return to the embrace of Mother Earth. The excitement is beyond words, and there is no need to express it, because the autumn wind has quietly informed the earth.

Autumn leaves take away the "green" in spring and the "shell" in summer, bringing a moving scene of flying all over the sky. Every leaf is the end of one life and the beginning of another. Fallen leaves dance gracefully in the wind, sometimes falling, sometimes turning in circles, and sometimes walking with the wind. They wore yellow shirts and said goodbye to the tree with the most beautiful dance. Thanks to the kindness of Mother Dashu. Autumn leaves cover every corner of the world. As soon as they pass by, they seem to be playing beautiful piano music. One after another, they have the momentum of "pouring pearls of all sizes into a plate of jade", and "the reverberation lingers for three days".

The color of autumn brushes off the "colorful" in spring and the "fiery red" in summer, and dyes it with a layer of dark brown. Brown is the main color in autumn. With the arrival of autumn, everything in the world welcomes it. Brown makes people daydream. I don't like "colorful", "fiery red" and "white", but I love brown. It represents a kind of solemnity and calmness, and it is also a piece of "amber" in people's hearts, and transparency is wrapped in a kind of bitterness. At the same time, brown is also the painter's favorite when depicting autumn scenery. The colors in autumn are very simple. Not elegant, not artificial, conquered me with simplicity.

The sunshine in autumn covers the warmth in spring and the heat in summer, bringing a little coolness. The autumn sunshine wakes up late and disappears quickly. It's also called "going out late and returning early". But it does not hinder its quality and beauty. It shines not only on everything, but also on the depths of human hearts. I think the sunshine in autumn is to know the secret of my heart, and I don't have to tell anyone. Because the autumn sunshine has told all things in nature that they will share joys and sorrows with me.

Autumn wind, autumn leaves, autumn colors and autumn sunshine make up a wonderful Qiu Jingtu. There are many secrets buried in the picture. As long as we are good at finding them, we can uncover them. There are many philosophies of life in the picture, which we can understand as long as we actively seek them. The picture shows many colorful lives. As long as we have a correct attitude, we can have them.

Autumn scenery-Wonderful Life Planning.

Describe the scenery of the earth According to the astronauts who were lucky enough to fly into space, when they roamed in the sky, they looked at the earth from a distance and saw a crystal ball with alternating blue and white lines, surrounded by a thin layer of water blue "tulle". The earth, the mother of human beings and the cradle of life, is so beautiful, spectacular and amiable.

However, compared with the vast universe, the earth is small. It is a planet with a radius of only over 63 million kilometers. In the starry universe, the earth is like a boat. It's so big, it doesn't grow up.

The natural resources of the earth are also limited. Take mineral resources as an example, it is not given by God, but formed by geological changes over millions or even hundreds of millions of years. The earth is selfless, and it generously provides mineral resources for mankind. However, if mining is not controlled, it will accelerate the depletion of mineral resources on the earth.

The water resources, forest resources, biological resources and atmospheric resources needed by human life could have been regenerated and contributed to human beings for a long time. However, due to the wanton destruction of natural resources and the indiscriminate use of chemicals, human beings are not only unable to regenerate, but also cause a series of ecological disasters, posing a serious threat to human survival.

Some people will say, isn't there a lot of space? There are countless planets there. When the earth's resources are exhausted, can't we move to other planets?

Scientists have proved that there is no second planet suitable for human habitation at least within 40 trillion kilometers centered on the earth. Humans can't expect to move to other planets after destroying the earth.

Yes, scientists have put forward many ideas, for example, building an immigration base on Mars or the moon. However, even if these ideas are realized, it is far away. Besides, how many people can live?

"Our earth is lovely and fragile!" This is the sigh of astronauts traveling in space and witnessing the earth.

There is only one earth. If it is destroyed, we have nowhere to go. If all kinds of resources on the earth are exhausted, it will be difficult for us to replenish them from other places. We should seriously protect the earth and its ecological environment. Let the earth better benefit our future generations!

200~300 words landscape description composition beautiful summer.

It is very hot in summer. In the eyes of many people, summer is the worst season, but in my eyes, summer is beautiful.

Summer is a leisurely season. During the long summer vacation, we can enjoy ourselves. Play ball games, fish and swim with friends ... When you are thirsty, eat a popsicle or an ice cream, which can keep you cool.

Summer is the most energetic season. Grass, trumpets are competing to open. Old people sit under the big tree to enjoy the cool, some chat, some play chess, and various activities.

Compared with the rain in other seasons, the rain in summer is special. Summer rain is too late to go. With the arrival of a gust of wind, the raindrops as big as beans came at once. Raindrops rush down like broken beads, and from a distance, they feel hazy. Raindrops hit windows, doors and eaves, making a "snapping" sound. After a while, the rain stopped again. Looking at the distance again is a fresh feeling. How comfortable and refreshing it is to take a breath of air. The grass and trees look greener after the rain; The flowers look brighter after the rain. After the rain, it's a vibrant scene.

Thunderstorms in summer also excite children. Although when it thunders, the thunder is deafening and makes us feel scared. But after the thunderstorm, as long as the weather clears up, the sky will become so beautiful and mysterious. There will be beautiful rainbows hanging in the sky. Rainbow is like a colorful overpass, as if crossing this bridge will lead to fairyland.

The night sky in summer is also charming. At night, it's wonderful to sit under a big tree, enjoy the cool air and look up at the stars in the sky. The stars twinkle like eyes staring at the world.

I love summer, mysterious summer, beautiful summer.

A 200-word composition describing the scenery is snowing.

In the morning, I came to the window and looked out through the glass. What I see is a silver world. It's snowing.

Snowflakes fall on the glass to melt patterns, some like small flowers, some like tall pagodas, and some like lifelike snowmen.

I can't wait to run downstairs and throw myself into the arms of snowflakes. Wow! What a wonderful world of snow!

Snow falls on the roof like a beautiful new dress; Snow fell on the young tree, like putting a holy and beautiful skirt on the young tree; Snowflakes fell on the path, like a soft white carpet on the path.

The children also came outside and played happily in the snow. Some people are having snowball fights, some people are having snowball fights, and some people are pushing snowmen. I like everyone's little white rabbit, with long ears and red eyes. They are so chubby and lovely. The children are really happy in this snowy home!

I love this white snowflake, and I love this world of snowflakes!

The composition describing the scenery is 200 words steep and the west wind is brushing higher and higher; When the stranger called to the end, the child looked at the last South swallow; When the boundless grass on the vast field turns yellow-at this time, it will be autumn and the season when trees lose their leaves.

Description of Winter-Description of Winter

The sky is full of stars, and the frozen stars are frozen in cold, dry and cold.

The warm sunshine shines on the lake, and the last red leaves in the forest still stand proudly on the branches, bright red and green, which is out of harmony with the colors, forming a unique winter scene. Sometimes a gust of wind blows and leaves and branches leave, making a rustling sound, which also makes people feel sad and sad. But look at those branches, new buds have been bred, hairy and inconspicuous, which makes you think of the future spring and the vibrant and colorful days at once.

In winter, the fields are vast, and the northeast wind whistles in the fields, blowing up all the firewood piles in the village. Like a strong spirit, the tree tried its best to stand firm and let the branches sway, but some yellow leaves on the branches were blown off. Like being afraid of the cold, these leaves rolled into the ditch one by one and at the feet of pedestrians on the road.

Perhaps this is autumn's apology for its lateness. Look, when I got off the bus, the jagged Woods came into view, and the patches of green made people feel suddenly enlightened, and there was no trace of autumn.

Before the rockery, when the tour guide announced the scattered activities, the students flocked to the depths of the park like birds released by opening the cage door.

winter

This is the coldest season of the four seasons, as if cold should be the end of the year. Like many endings, the consciousness of drowsiness and exhaustion freezes into ice in an atmosphere without warning, and eventually the settlement will freeze to clean up the mess and end the dilemma.

When the cold wind is wrapped in a thick coat, when the red of the thermometer is lower than the mark of 10 degrees, when the night is much longer than the day, when the nails scratch the skin, white marks will be left. When every lamp gets cold, winter has already wandered around us and started the last scene of the year. ...

What's your impression of this season? Strangely, the memory of winter is always related to warmth, but there is no feeling of cold. Those warm impressions are like a cup of hot tea, braving the fresh heat like grass leaves ~

Perhaps, this is just an ordinary winter. What's so special besides cold? Even this cold is so common. What's so special besides the biting wind? However, even this biting wind has no characteristics and no lingering. Scrape it and it will pass. Don't run away or stay for anyone. ...

On such a night, a person's window lights a person's lamp, watching the scenery of this person, until a person's coffee slowly cools down, but I can't sleep, because I am infatuated with this person's mood, a person's loneliness, a person's cold, my warm heart is like this cold coffee, which once braved those red fireworks, but gradually faded in the seasonal browsing. Pale has no temperature at all, but it is also indifferent and perfect, without any color worthy of sympathy. In memory, the * * * lit at that glorious moment has weakened in time and space and in the mood of flowing away. From enthusiasm to indifference is not an immeasurable leap. There is not much difference between the interlude of thought and the high wind. It's all a moment of greed, clinging to the plot without direction. In the bitter pursuit of self, happiness is not too rare, but too profound. Love that refuses to let go is like being frozen by the winter wind. Although there has never been temperature, it is reflected by those painful ice. The sun always likes to shine from this angle. After being confused, I carved it somewhere in the corner of my eye. Even if I didn't leave a memory, I still kept such a touch. Before the cold passes, it will stab the bottom of my heart. I remembered the fairy tale of the Dairy Queen. The ice stuck in the boy's eyes made him forget love, kindness and warmth. Even in dairy queen's limbo, he doesn't feel cold. The girl's persistent and strong love finally melted the ice crumbs, which restored the boy's love and warm memory. That is a fairy tale woven by Andersen for the world. Whether the ice of love has really penetrated into the eyes of everyone who has been hurt by love, whether it has temporarily forgotten the beauty that love can bring to people and frozen the river of hope for enterprises. However, I have forgotten when and where I lost the consciousness of breaking the spell. Looking for, has become a thing of the past, and even the power to try to find has been lost. ...

Some things are doomed to be unattainable, so let it crystallize into such ice crumbs, even if it sticks to the corner of your eye, it is still a kind of beauty.

It was an ordinary winter, just like the winter near now, nothing special, but this winter was colder and the wind blew in different directions. The wind on the other side of the earth may be no different, except for the familiar biting, that's all, that's all ...

autumn

Is autumn really doomed to sadness and depression? Perhaps, the bleak late autumn is a prelude to natural mourning.

It is about traces of luxury, but not necessarily traces of sadness.

In fact, my favorite season is autumn, which is a comfortable season with suitable temperature, vast sky and fresh air. And those gradually recovering new * * * are warming up hope, and hope will last until next spring!

Look at it, open your eyes and polish it, so many bright fruits are full of condensation and warm colors under bright lights; Then the clear wind came at us through countless gaps, with the smell of osmanthus; Many memories extended in our minds are reviving; Those withered flowers on the ground are spreading another kind of scenery, and together with those bright yellow buttonwood leaves, they are busy painting the gloomy ground of the city, but they have caused such a long sigh and distant figure. ...

This autumn, as if destined a long time ago, will take away everything that was familiar. Etch away incalculable distances minute by minute. From this land to that land, from people here to people there, from kindness to strangeness, the boundaries between countries always confuse those deeper distances. For a long time, people have imagined that soil and people have the same blood, and one side of the land and the invisible side actually have a deep blood relationship. And those plants rooted in the soil, like hair growing from the skin, can touch those deep nerves with every touch, thus spreading the information here to a distant place. As a result, those feelings about fallen leaves and autumn wind are naturally scattered and chaotic.

In autumn, the luxury is stripped in a messy and orderly way, revealing the truest traces, restoring the sultry feeling in summer, re-storing hope and waiting for the next cold arrival. ...

spring

Love without consciousness is like a rose without fragrance.

In the early spring, those graceful stamens, which still remain the cold of winter, are raging and trying to break through the ground. In such a difficult season, they gradually wake up and spread. There is an unspeakable ambiguity between heaven and earth playing tricks on people's nerves, so every breath is saturated with charming whispers: they come from the movement of every leaf in the Woods, from the mediation of every breath in the river, from the ups and downs of every ridge in the valley, from every crunchy straw, from every passing sigh in the city crowd, from every passing moment in the roar of the subway, from that passing.

But, but who can control a country without letting it escape immediately? Any stay can't predict the eternal distance, and waiting at the end is a cage that can't break free. Therefore, when the old dreams are not awake, those conjectures about the future can only be placed in the pending seats. Spring is the time to start this kind of exercise. No matter whether those subtle indulgences can really be realized, only by sticking to one's own hopes can we grasp the little happiness that has been around us and eventually accumulate into a happy Fiona Fang.

When the days pass quietly, spring gradually closes, and the dates of a season will eventually separate. From the first melting of snow and ice to the blooming of spring, from barren to prosperous, it is only such a short period of three months. The subsequent temperature, although rising, evaporated the remnants of spring, and a season of hoping to break ground passed. And those memories of hope and love have just grown into the most beautiful scenery in late spring. ...

Perhaps some people know that Death of Spring is also the name of a Korean film, which describes a love that comes and goes as quickly as spring. When spring dies, so does love. However, there is not only love in life, but also things hidden in front of us and behind the bright colors in spring, which need us to explore. And this kind of excavation will eventually return to ordinary real life. Every step is a landscape, but we can't forget that every step is also life!

summer

Since such a spring has passed, summer has had a perfect start. A happy season, regardless of a person's sadness. The seasons will not deviate from the slightest because of human emotions, but rotate as usual. The weather is like a wave of wheat waves that often appear in my mind. It fluctuates, and it is not up to people to decide.

I see the bud in spring, withering gradually after blooming in summer, causing the wind of blood stasis and spreading the fragrance of endless sadness …

Jiangnan at this time is always ravaged by typhoons, and there is always such a strong wind playing a farewell overture in the cool air. I wonder what the West Lake will look like at this time. Last week, I just saw Xia Lian with a pool of flowers in the wind and lotus in the Quyuan. Can it be safe? Presumably, after such a strong wind, everything in midsummer is no longer the same!

The wind has drifted away, so the leaves in summer are scattered in late spring with a skirt saw. It has been covered by the arrogance in early autumn, waiting for the end of the next summer. ...

The composition of the fifth grade in primary school describes the scenery of a place, about 400 words. Today is a sunny day. Dad took my sister and me to Jiujiang Park to play.

Get on the bus and come to the bridge, where flowers and trees are planted, and clusters of green leaves set off all kinds of flowers and come to the bridge. This bridge is like a long dragon lying across the river, and many cars are driving fast on it.

When I came to the park, the scenery in the park was picturesque and intoxicating. In the spacious fountain, the blue waves are rippling, and the beautiful small stone bridge leads directly to the small pavilion in the lake. Sometimes there are people playing chess in the pavilion.

When I came to the lake, my father rented an electric boat for us. Our boat floats on the lake like wood. I put my hand into the water and felt relaxed and refreshed all over. My sister also splashed water playfully. I held the rudder in my hand, and the boat jumped from the shining waves like a pony. Suddenly, it suddenly braked. It turned out that the boat was entangled in a fishing net, and my father quickly pulled it.

We continued to play and came to the trampoline. There are many children jumping around as excited as little monkeys. I was attracted and immediately climbed up with my sister to play with them. We jumped up and down like a happy little white rabbit. I made many new friends in it. Together, we drill holes around houses like palaces, ride tigers, elephants, horses and play on the seesaw. We played with everything in it.

How time flies! In the afternoon, we reluctantly went home.

The composition describing the scenery (the place to play) first describes the scenery, and then you should not write what people are doing, but describe it from the outside to the inside. Try to write the scenery beautifully with personification, parallelism and metaphor, first write static, and then write the combination of shaking and moving.

The words describing the scenery in the south are Gushan Temple, northwest of Jiating, the water level rises at the beginning and the cloud feet are low.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

I Tang Jiangnan Liu Yuxi

Spring has passed! Thanks to the people of Los Angeles. Weak willows are suspicious of the wind, shrubs are like towels, and sitting alone also contains sighs.

Wangjiangnan Dongpo

Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to see it from a separate platform. A city is full of spring flowers, and thousands of flowers are dark in the misty rain.

Yi Tang Jiangnan Wen ting yun

Never hate, hate the end of the world. I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking. The water and the wind fall in front of me, and Yun Lan tilts. Wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone. They all missed Qian Fan, and the water kept flowing, and they were heartbroken to Baipingzhou!

Wang liyu

Idle dreams are far away, and flowers bloom in the south. On the boat, the orchestra is on the river, and the city is flying with catkins and rollers. Kill the flower watcher! Dreams are far away, and autumn is clear in the south. Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of Luhua. The flute is in the Moon Building.

Mengjiangnan Qingqu Army

Sad leaves will never come back. Even if the tree is full of flowers, the new branches are not old branches, and the water is late.

Yi Tang Jiangnan Huang fusong

Blue embers fall and red bananas darken the screen. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing flute and the rain rustling, people talking about the post bridge.

Double Carving King Jiangnan Shouqiushui Liu Song Chenweng

Qi Mei described Xia Zi, a colorful waiter. Ran Ran, the island of Nine Dynasties in the sky, smiles in front of the statue. People sing their own songs. Chrysanthemum under the hedge, one drunk. Flowers and water, please welcome me thirty times. Autumn wind wrote me a poem. Save the evening fragrance.

Jiangnan Good/Memories Jiangnan Shi Xia

The sky is water, and the water is far away from the sky. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the cold moon overflows, and the water, light and moonlight merge into one. The moon reflects the water in the sky. People and scenery are difficult to be complete. The scenery is good, the heart beats fast, and the heart is far from happy. Let's talk to laymen.

Wang Jiang, Zhou Bangyan in Southern Song Dynasty

Wandering prostitute, wandering alone on the levee. The grass is full of smoke and water, and the rain in the west is dark. There is no mud in the land of nine eccentrics. There is a saying between peaches and plums, and the Spring Festival Evening has not become a new way. Outside the wall, the flowers found their own way, and the willows flew over the songbirds. There is sadness everywhere.

Zhang Song County, Liu Jiangnan

Sui dike is far away, and the waves are urgent and the dust is light. Today, the ancient Liuqiao saw many farewells, and people were worried about their lives, let alone taking care of themselves. After the oblique light, the new moon rises to the west. I wish I could walk with you like the moon.

Southern Song Dynasty in Wang Jiang

On a hot day, the first night of the month invaded the bed. Exposed by a bunch of lotus leaves, hibiscus is fragrant and the water is cold. On the pillow is the fairyland.