In our ordinary daily life, we are all familiar with compositions. Compositions must focus on the theme and make in-depth explanations around the same theme. Avoid rambling, scattered themes or even no theme. . Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? The following are 600 words of excellent landscape compositions (selected 12) that I have collected for everyone for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Excellent composition on scenery left in the heart 1

The soul is like a photo album. The most beautiful scenery always exists in the bottom of my heart, shared and recalled with people.

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At 14:28 on May 12, 2008, this moment of mourning for the whole country! The evil earthquake swept across Wenchuan County in Sichuan Province like crazy. With tears in eyes, people across the country said with determination: "Wenchuan, come on!"

1. The most competent Prime Minister

The 300 students trapped under the rubble were in danger. After another rescue failed, the Prime Minister climbed onto the rubble in the rain to organize another rescue. The Prime Minister fell, his arm was bleeding, and he pushed away the medical staff who were trying to bandage him.

When Premier Wen received a call and heard that 100,000 people in Pengzhou City were stuck in the mountains due to bridge collapse and that relief personnel and supplies could not be brought in, the Premier shouted on the phone, I don’t care what you do. In this way, I only want these 100,000 people to escape danger. This is an order.

2. The most tragic mother

Kneeling on both knees, the whole upper body was crawling forward, with both hands on the ground to support the body, and the body was deformed by the pressure. Under her body lay her child, wrapped in a small quilt with yellow flowers on a red background. He was about 3 or 4 months old. Because he was protected by his mother's body, he was unharmed. When I took him out, he was still sleeping peacefully. The doctor found a mobile phone stuffed under the quilt, with a text message written on the screen: "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that your mother loves you!"

3. The most precious thing The Soldier of Sigh

More than 100 children at Mianzhu Primary School were buried underneath. Aftershocks made the twisted building collapse again at any time. The firefighters at that time were given a death order and ordered those who got into the rubble to evacuate immediately. But at this moment, the rescuer tried to dig in again regardless, and the collapse occurred.

Finally, the soldiers on the ruins were dragged to safety. A soldier with a child under his arm just came out of the ruins. He knelt down to the captain and cried: "Please let me save another one! I can save another one!"

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The soul is a photo album, and these are the beautiful scenery in the album for people to share and recall. Excellent Essay on Scenery Left in My Heart 2

Winter has come quietly. In the cold weather, I walked on the wide road. The sewage on the road was frozen into ice. People walked for an hour every Be careful every step.

Snowflakes fell on the ground one after another, forming a thick layer. I walked, walked, and suddenly I stopped and looked at the empty brick floor in the heavy snow. I tried hard to meditate on something again, and from my thoughts, I still remembered that thing.

That was one winter. On the way out of school, I was having a quarrel with my classmates who were returning from school. Suddenly, a discarded stone made me fall down, and my newly bought pair of shoes also fell. A big mouth was torn open. I was very scared, afraid that my parents would beat me when I came home, and also afraid... I didn't dare to think about it any more, so I looked around, and suddenly my target was fixed on a shoe repair shop. It was an open-air shop. A middle-aged man in his 50s, with a dark face, was sitting on a stool, repairing a pair of leather shoes. There were several pairs of repaired shoes on the wooden shelves...

I walked slowly towards the shoe repair shop. The man didn't seem to notice my arrival.

"Master, can you... help... repair... my shoes!" I said hesitantly. At this time, the shoe repairman raised his head and looked at me, then looked at the shoes in my hand and said, "Okay! You sit there and wait for a while." I gave him the shoes and sat down on the short floor. Waiting on the low stool... fell asleep without realizing it.

"Okay! Boy, the shoes are repaired!" The shoe repairman woke me up from my dream. "Oh! Thank you!" I said and took the money.

When my hand touched the pocket of my clothes, my face turned pale: It's over! No money! I thought to myself, sweating profusely on my head, watching the sunset slowly setting, and I was so anxious that I almost cried.

"I...I didn't bring any money..." I lowered my head and said.

"Oh! It's okay, I don't want the money anymore! Go home quickly! It's getting late." said the shoe repairman. I was very surprised at the time, but I was too impatient and left without saying thank you. Later I heard that the shoe repairman went to another city and never came back.

I look at the place where he stayed affectionately. Although he is not taken seriously by others, he is the most beautiful scenery that remains in my heart. Excellent Essay on Scenery Remaining in My Heart 3

If there is a wicker chair in front of the old house with the autumn wind blowing, the person lying on it must be an old lady with gray hair.

When I was a child

When I was a few years old, I liked to follow behind you and step on my small footprints in the big footprints you left. You sow the seeds in the field, and I will smoothen the soil behind you. From time to time he would pull out a few, grab them with both hands, put them in his mouth, and spit out a mouthful of mud. You came over with a smile, pointed at my head, and helped me wipe the mud.

At that time, I only remember you walking towards me with your back to the sun and a smile, which became a warm scenery in my heart.

When I was a teenager

I am not an ignorant child, but a young girl who is gradually growing up. The pear tree in front of the old house is full of pears, swaying in the wind. There are plump rice ears piled next to the wicker chair, and the fragrance of rice reaches your nose.

It’s holiday, you and I lie on the wicker chairs, look at the stars in the sky, and tell me magical stories. You hugged me and pointed to the stars and said, if people die, they will become stars and shine on people. I look at you under the stars and listen to the story with a smile.

At that time, I only remember the starlight shining on your face. The imprint of the years can no longer be erased, and it has become a shining scenery in my heart.

After growing up

In front of the old house, the wicker chair is still there, but you are gone. Maple leaves are falling on it, and the green of the wicker chair sets off its red. I picked it up, clamped it gently in the book, and lay on the wicker chair, trying to feel the last warmth you left. Time seemed to go very slowly, and my eyes closed involuntarily.

A gust of autumn wind brings the fragrance of pears. An old lady with gray hair was lying on the wicker chair, her eyes closed peacefully, and she seemed to be sleeping soundly. I stand aside, watching you and remembering you.

In the dream, I only remember your peaceful face and the wicker chair that carried you through your life, which have become a peaceful scenery in my heart.

Grandma, the scenery that impressed me the most, will you become a star, accompany me, and illuminate me? I miss you so much... Excellent composition of the scenery that stays in my heart 4

I am used to it and tired of the noisy city life. A series of high-rise buildings, criss-crossing traffic lines, traffic flow, and scattered factories... The preparations are no longer lush, the air is no longer fresh, and the rivers are no longer clear...

I’m used to it, and I’m tired of the current life. I want to change my way, to feel the beauty of nature and get close to it.

The air is fresh and the breeze is blowing. Driving on the winding mountain road in a bus, the scenery is green in front of you. There is a cliff underneath the wheel, and I can't help but feel a chill. On the other side is a mountain. The mountains are full of green, and even the bare rocks have trees growing on them.

There is a river in the middle. The water is so clear, sparkling, and very beautiful. Gradually the river turned into a stream, but it was still so beautiful. Most of them are tidal flats. On that tidal flat, the hard-working farmer uncle planted food. First there was a cornfield, but it was a bit strange, why was it so much shorter than the one we have here? Then there is a rice field, golden, almost harvested...

Ah - the river has dried up and is no longer connected, with only sparse pools. This can't help but make me feel regretful...

Along the mountainside, going around and around, a few scattered houses appeared in a large green area. They were so simple and short, entering a densely populated area. The location...

Their houses are not regular at all, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes front and back, but they are all the same, they are all rough houses, without painting, without decoration, and some even have no decoration. There are no windows... occasionally you can see a decent house.

Perhaps the people in this family can be called "rich" in the local area...

Climbing to the top of the mountain, the clouds and mist shrouded them. The mountain peaks are surrounded by clouds and mist, with only a small peak remaining. It makes me feel like I am flying in the clouds again, feeling a freedom and carefreeness that I have never experienced before...

I want to stay here, stay in this place that haunts me. This place is a thousand times better than the bustling and noisy city.

It has a beautiful scenery - freedom, nature, tranquility...

It is a scenery that remains in my heart! Excellent essay 5 on the scenery that stays in my heart

On the road of my life, many people pass by me, and many things pass by in a flash, becoming scenery in my heart. Only that scenery is the most beautiful and the most impressive.

As time goes by, my age is also growing day by day, and adolescence has arrived unknowingly. A generation gap has also arisen between my mother and I, and conflicts and conflicts easily arise between us. I don't understand what my parents are doing.

One day, when I was working on a bus, it was a long time ago. The advertisement really touched me deeply, and my heart felt like it was stabbed by a sharp sword. . The content of the advertisement is roughly as follows: There is an old man who has no wife. During the Chinese New Year, she works at home alone just to have a good time with her children and granddaughters, and she is satisfied. There is a daughter who told her mother that she would not come back for dinner in order to attend a yoga class. Has she ever thought about her mother's feelings? His son won't be here either, and his granddaughter just said hastily, "Grandma. Happy New Year, goodbye." and hung up the phone. The old man was sitting alone on the sofa. She had a sumptuous dinner, but no one shared it with her. The house was gray, and perhaps without the company of her children, life would not be so colorful. The old man has a lot of white hair on his head and a lot of wrinkles on his face. She is old. She doesn't ask for anything, she just wants her children to come back and see her. Although we can give our parents material help, we cannot give her the warmth of her heart. Without our mother, we are nothing now, and everything now does not completely belong to us.

I know that my adolescence is sometimes unbearable, but this will only hurt my parents again and again. We have to think from a different perspective. My parents gave me birth and raised me, and gave me too much. There are too many. Now that we are still young, we can only care about our parents in every little thing and understand their good intentions.

This advertisement has always been the most beautiful scenery in my heart. It makes me know that children should respect their parents, care for them, and go home often. Excellent Essay on Scenery that Stays in the Heart 6

Unforgettable scenery and sceneries, perhaps everyone would say scenic spots such as the Great Wall, Guilin, and the Five Mountains. However, for me, what is unforgettable is not the scenery, but the help given to me by a classmate.

In physical education class, we followed the teacher to the playground. On the large playground, the yellow grass and flowers on the lawn seem to tell us how cold the weather is. On the mud floor, it seems that as long as you sprinkle water on it, you can have a skating competition.

A volleyball player explained to us how to play volleyball and what to pay attention to when playing volleyball, and then let us find our opponents to practice. We found our respective opponents and started practicing.

While everyone was practicing enthusiastically, an accident happened. My ball "flyed" out, and I immediately chased after it. However, I accidentally slipped on the "frozen soil" and hit my leg on a rock. Suddenly, I grimaced in pain, but no one nearby noticed me at this time. So, I rested for a while and then tried to stand up on my own. Just as I was struggling to stand up, one of my classmates, Wang Xiaodong, came towards me with a smile, and I barely managed a smile in response to him. He came over and asked me with concern: "What's wrong? What happened?" I replied: "It's okay, I just accidentally fell." After saying that, I started to stand up again. When Wang Xiaodong saw me like this, Come immediately to hold me and help me stand up. And said: "You are really, obviously you can't do it. It's hard to stand up, but you still say it's okay." While complaining about what I just said, he helped me up and helped me explain the situation to the teacher. When the teacher found out, he immediately came over and gently rolled up my trouser legs. I also took a sneak peek at it. It was "bloody and bloody" and I couldn't bear to look at it! The teacher and Wang Xiaodong helped me go to the school infirmary for bandage.

Although it has been a long time since this happened, it remains deeply in my heart and I remember Wang Xiaodong’s help to me. Excellent composition 7 of the scenery left in the heart

Is there a garden in your heart, is there a warm current that has not dissipated for a long time? Although I don’t know if you have, but I must have: a report last year about the behavior of a pair of eagles deeply affected me and left the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

That day, a greedy and useless snake broke into the lives of an eagle mother and her son. The atmosphere in the cave also exploded, and the air exuded an indescribable murderous aura. The snake spat out the letter and warned the eagle mother with clear body language, but the eagle mother still used her "sweetheart of heaven" arrogance to respond to the snake's rudeness and also warned the snake: Don't think I have any The little eagle will not be able to fight back against you. My eagle wings are still as bright as snow, my eagle talons are still as sharp as ever, and my eagle beak is still powerful. If you dare to come over, I will fight you to the death.

At this time, the willow branches outside the window were blown by the wind, and a few eagle calls broke the tension in the air. Several vultures were calling in the sky, and the howling autumn wind could no longer wait in the cave.

First, the snake clamped the two pairs of wings at lightning speed, but the eagle never flinched and still stood in front of the little eagle. The snake still refused to give up and bit the mother eagle. Mother Eagle has no choice but to stand in front of her, because she knows that she and her little eagle can only live one life, just like signing a life and death certificate. The crows outside the window are crows, waiting for who is right and wrong.

The mother eagle figured it out, and suddenly her legs strengthened and she jumped off the cliff.

The air was deathly quiet, with only a few leaves rustling.

Yes, the little eagle survived, and another "Sweetheart of Heaven" will appear in the future.

All these images are firmly fixed in my mind and cannot be echoed for a long time.

I dare to ask, how can this situation and this scene not be reflected in my mind.

Life and death, right and wrong, life and death are all deeply reflected in my heart. Excellent composition on scenery that remains in my heart 8

The willow tree in the storm is a perfect picture, overflowing with green brilliance. That is the scenery that remains in my heart.

It was a hot summer day, and the cicada was lying on the tree, seeming to scream at the top of its lungs. My mother sent me to the hospital because of a high fever. It was on the way back from the hospital that I saw the scenery of willow trees in the wind and rain.

It hadn’t rained on the way to the hospital. On a sunny day, the willow trees on the roadside are no different from usual. They seem to be unable to withstand the sun's rays and are listless, with branches hanging down. Even the green outfit couldn't lift her spirits.

As soon as we came out of the hospital building, the sky changed. In an instant, dark clouds seemed to be riding fast horses, rushing straight from the other side of the sky. The sky darkened, and there was a strong smell of black clouds pressing down on the city, threatening to engulf the whole world with its posture, darkness and terror. At this time, the willow tree did not show any fear of terror, but was more quiet. It stood there calmly, with only her green color declaring a kind of graceful solemnity.

After a while, the wind started blowing unscrupulously, bringing an earthy smell to the air. The wind, riding on the black clouds, showed off its might and was arrogant, roaring and scurrying around. The strong wind rushed towards the delicate willow tree like villains one after another, but the willow tree did not show any weakness. The two sides fought. The villain grabbed the green hair of the willow tree and shook it this way and that, but the willow tree refused to give up, despite all kinds of hardships. Unyielding, resisting.

There was a loud bang, and the Thunder God became angry. Before I could calm down, there was another loud bang, followed by raindrops like copper coins falling down, and the sweltering heat was instantly wiped out. The atmosphere was shattered. Then came the heavy rain, pouring down, one after another. I hid at the foot of the hospital building. My eyes were dim and the dense raindrops hit the ground, splashing layers of mist. Excellent composition of the scenery that stays in my heart 9

When a kitten that can’t find food chases a lively mouse, the brave mother mouse will always come forward to help the cute mouse babies. Lure away the hungry kittens and let the rat babies escape from danger, while you are trapped in it. Whenever I think of this incident, I am always moved.

I remember that day, the sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds in the sky.

The grass is slowly emerging from the soil. The water in the stream is crystal clear. You can see small stones of different shapes and colors at the bottom of the stream. Inside, colorful fish are growing among the water plants. Swimming around happily.

Beside the river, tall and straight willow trees are hanging their long and thin branches on the water, as if they are carefully combing their long hair. They will go with them soon. Who is more beautiful?

A group of naughty and cute mouse babies are playing happily around their mother, sometimes crawling on her belly, sometimes gently scratching her, and sometimes taking advantage of her not paying attention. , secretly licking her mother's little tail. The cheerful sound in the cave startled the hungry kitten. The kitten kept turning around at the door and looking around.

At this moment, the mother mouse led a group of baby mice to learn skills outside the cave and taught them how to find food. As soon as they came out of the hole, the hungry kitten pounced on the baby mouse. For the sake of her babies, the mother mouse bit the kitten's leg fiercely, regardless of the danger to her life. The little flowers on the side were swaying in the wind as if to say: "Come on, Mother Rat! Defeat the hateful kitten. Come on, Mother Rat! Defeat the hateful kitten." Time passed by, and finally, the baby mouse They all returned to the hole safely, but the mother mouse couldn't fight the kitten's entanglement, and finally fell at the kitten's feet, becoming the kitten's delicious meal. However, the mouse babies have no idea that the mother mouse even risked her own precious life for the sake of her children. This is really great.

This reminds me of my mother. No matter how busy she is at work or how tired she is, she always cooks breakfast for me early every day, sends me to school on time, and picks me up from school. As long as it's the day I go to school, it's like this every day. ah! Maternal love is so great that it reminds me of a famous saying: "The most beautiful voice in the world is the mother's call."

I will never forget this scenery that remains in my heart. Excellent Essay on Scenery Remaining in My Heart 10

The night was deep and I was still sleepless. I walked to the window alone, gently opened the curtains, pushed open the window, and quietly watched the night view outside the window. The night wind was a bit cold, and I couldn't help but shiver. There is no moon in the sky, and only a few stars are scattered. At this time, my heart can't help but ripples of loneliness and longing, thinking of the scenery of my hometown that remains in my heart.

Hometown·Mother

I still remember that when I was a child, with the bell ringing after school, there would always be a dark crowd at the school gate, and I, among them, desperately squeezed out, looking forward to it. Go home early, because I know that there is a mother who has prepared delicious meals for me at home. So, every time after school, I would always hum a song softly, facing the afterglow of the setting sun, stepping on the shadow of the trees, and happily embark on the country road leading to my home. When I got home, there was already a hot meal on the table. However, the days after school are in a hurry; the days after school are also joyful. What makes people miss the most is the fragrant food; the warm quilt; and the expectant mother.

Hometown·Grandfather

I still remember that every summer night, my grandfather would always bring a wicker chair, put the little me on his lap, and hold my hand. Little hand, tell me that intoxicating story. I know he doesn't know much. He can't teach me to recite Su Shi's poem "May people live forever", but she can always tell me "Nuwa mends the sky". The wonderful legend of "Chang'e flying to the moon"... The night in the countryside seems to be as wonderful as described in the poem. The bright full moon is crystal clear and quietly exudes charming silver light. The evening wind blows and the chirping of frogs and insects is heard. The countryside is ringing...and I always listen to the stories told by my grandfather comfortably, and then fall into a sweet dreamland.

Hometown·Mingyue

I still remember that the moon in my hometown is so bright, so bright and so beautiful. But the sky in the school is always gray, as if it is covered by something, making people breathless. The moon's beautiful light never shines through, so it's hard to see a beautiful moon in the city. For those who read Li Bai when they were young, "Silent Night Thoughts" only felt ridiculous. What is there to "see" about the "moon"? What is there to "think about" in "township"? Only when you grow up can you realize the longing and true feelings of "looking up at the bright moon and bowing your head to miss your hometown", can you feel "the lonely stranger on a snowy night in the mountains", "the fallen leaves of the foreign trees, the cold lamp alone at night" Only when you feel the isolation and loneliness can you understand that "the moon is the brightness of your hometown."

The cold wind blew suddenly, which brought me back to my senses. I closed the window and gently pulled back the curtains. At this time, the memories of my hometown still appeared in my mind from time to time. scenery. Excellent Essay on Scenery Remaining in My Heart 11

It was actually snowing outside the window, and the cold wind rushed in recklessly through the cracks in the window and hit my face, bringing with it a cold breath.

I stared at this piece of pure white with my eyes wide open. The snow seemed to be slowly melting in my eyes, drilling straight into my heart, and it suddenly reminded me of the long-lasting scenery that existed in my heart.

That day, there was heavy snow outside the classroom. I sat on my seat, holding a thin paper in my heavy hands. The bright red scores on it pierced my heart like a dagger. Reality always hits me hard, and this is not the first time. Although I encouraged myself over and over again in my heart that this was just a weekly practice and I couldn’t be discouraged and could continue to work hard, my classmate’s voice of “I’ve surpassed you” always filled my heart with an unspeakable feeling. taste.

"Let's go see the snow together." Her clear voice rang in my ears. I turned around and she smiled at me. She did much better than me in the exam this time!

"No, I'll just sit here and watch." There was an imperceptible hostility in my tone.

She kept laughing. He stood up suddenly, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of my seat. As he walked, he said to me: "What's so interesting about the scenery here? Go out and have a look!"

The corridor was already full of classmates, all looking attentive. The snow was falling downwards. She pulled me and pushed me to the front.

She still smiled at me. I raised my face and looked at the sky. The snow was like fairies in white riding down the wind. Only then did I suddenly realize that snow is really beautiful! The branches are all white, and there seems to be a white flower on the top of the tree, which is elegant and noble. The ground was covered with a thick layer, and the color of grass was exposed in some places, which made my heart tremble.

At this moment, she raised her finger and pointed into the distance, and said excitedly: "Isn't that 'like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of pear trees blooming'?"

Yes. , every snow-covered flower on the branches is so beautiful, just like the pear blossoms blooming in the spring breeze. No matter it is adversity or good times, we must work hard to bloom ourselves! The unhappiness in my heart was suddenly relieved. I turned my head and smiled at her. I thanked her in my heart, and her words became my biggest inspiration.

Back in the classroom, I looked out the window. The snow was still falling, as if it would continue to fall for a long, long time. Her smile is engraved in my mind; that white scenery is deep in my heart. Excellent Essay on Scenery Left in My Heart 12

The world is big and the scenery is different. I have appreciated the majestic momentum of Tongguan with its "peaks and mountains gathered together, and the waves as angry"; I have tasted the strange mountains and waters of the Fuchun River as "the wind and smoke are clean, and the Tianshan Mountains are the most beautiful"; I have appreciated the small stone pool where "the snakes are fighting and twisting, and the light and death can be seen." "The hazy tranquility. Different scenery always brings people different fantasies and moods. Since my trip to Hainan that year, the vast sea has become the beautiful scenery that remains in my heart.

The sea in the early morning is like a passionate girl, her face blushing by the rising sun rising from the horizon, looking shyly to the horizon. The water and sky are so beautiful that they form an endless blue! The sea chases the rising sun, stirring up snow-white waves, like crystal diamonds, scattering into the blue sky, shining brightly. I stood on the rocky reef, and the waves rushed over chasing each other. They gently patted the rocky rocks and splashed water droplets on my feet playfully, making fun of me. The sea in the morning is so emotional.

The sun has become hot, and the dazzling rays seem to want to pierce your skin. The sea couldn't bear it, howling like a child, stirring up waves from time to time, eager to wet the arrogant sun. The sun ignored him and he ran away gloomily. The sea wanted to vent its dissatisfaction, but when the winding rivers embraced him one after another, he calmed down and recited poems for the children of these rivers. I'm sitting on the beach. Act as his audience. The sea puffed up his cheeks and recited poems with a loud voice. His voice was full of surging momentum, just like an army waking up from sleep and letting out an earth-shattering roar, roaring, roaring! As fast as thunder and lightning! The sea at noon is so majestic and heroic.

The moon has changed its position with the sun, hiding behind the veil-like clouds.

The sea was tired and gradually became quiet. The sound of conch shells could be heard faintly in the distance, almost hypnotizing the sea. He took a nap and leaned toward the beach leisurely. The waves hit the beach one after another, kissing it, then falling at its feet, wiping away the lip marks without making a sound. I lay in the small wooden boat, which lay on the sea again, rocking slowly. I fell asleep with the sea in the whispering sea breeze. The sea in the dark night, so quiet and gentle.

It is said that the sea is open to all rivers. The sea, you will always linger in my heart and stay in my heart.