I like vibrant spring, sunny summer and white winter, but I prefer autumn with rich fruits.

Autumn is like a magical magician, dyeing our lovely world colorful. Maple trees were turned into lively red by the light beam. From a distance, they look like a red cloud, more like a burning flame. Willow is gilded, so bright and lovely. Some leaves are reluctant to leave Liu's mother, playfully swaying in the branches with the autumn wind and dancing like butterflies. More yellow-leaf babies can't wait to pounce on the earth. There are more and more fallen leaves, like a thick golden blanket, so soft and comfortable to step on.

In autumn, the trees that once flourished are now withered, as if they had just lost the battle. Sister Rose in the flower bed took off her bright red short skirt and looked miserable, while Sister Chrysanthemum was so happy that she danced peacock dance with the song of the wind.

Autumn wind, you are a girl-gentle and quiet. Look, you sing like a silver bell and come to the most lively place in early autumn-the field. You walk in their expectation, with light and slow steps. Autumn valley smiles, quietly accepts your touch, ups and downs happily, like rolling a thousand waves; The sorghum over there is waiting anxiously. The autumn wind is like fire. Otherwise, how can you dye sorghum golden? The timid corn doll leaned out curiously to listen to your song ... in an instant, the rice bent over with laughter, the sorghum blushed, and the corn blossomed happily ... and then you ran away across the field. Step by step, a golden autumn, a harvest, you dedicated yourself to the earth, you blew the heavy harvest into the hearts of farmers, drunk farmers' smiles.

Ah! Autumn, I love you! Not only because of your beauty, but also because you have brought people the joy of harvest!

Snow dance

When it comes to winter, people will naturally associate it with the scenery of depression, cold and withered trees. It seems that winter is ruthless. In the cold north, it always snows heavily in winter. When it snows, there is not a ray of sunshine or a cloud in the sky, only snowflakes flying all over the sky, as big as goose feathers and as small as dust, flying for days and nights.

During the day, they sometimes fall gracefully from the sky like fallen leaves; Butterflies fly up and down from time to time and refuse to land easily. Some people jump from this window to that balcony; Some stop at the top of the tree and sway gently; Some accidentally fell on pedestrians and jumped up wittily. There is no such soft and dexterous posture, and there is no such unrestrained dance.

In the evening, they are happier. The snow dance at night is the most magical. They are dancing a magnificent and unparalleled group dance, dancing a posture, and the world raises a huge white curtain like a hurricane; After crouching down, vilen was covered with an endless silver snow blanket. In the dead of night, hold your breath and listen, and you will hear the soft singing of snowflakes; When you look intently, you will see the faint white light of snowflakes.

In winter, you are covered with snow and fall asleep in spring, but in the end, you are willing to turn your clean body into Wan Li spring water, irrigate it selflessly and generously, and nourish the earth. At this time when you are full of praise for the Spring Festival, you have disappeared forever in a year's history, and you have been sucked away by those immature seedlings.

Xue, you gave me a vivid survival lesson. The silent but vivid demonstration tells me that a person can never be mediocre when he is alive. He can use his life and vitality to create a better and more meaningful life.

Four seasons in wonderland

Spring, wearing green and dancing shoes, comes with great joy. Her dancing is intoxicating. She dances all over the world. Dancing by the pond in spring. Flowers and plants lean out their heads and open their eyes, butterflies and bees dance, cherry blossoms on the shore fall with the wind, and countless petals play the swan song of life.

The most mysterious and charming thing is summer night-summer night. The evening breeze blows away the heat of the day and caresses people's faces. Looking up at the blue sky, it is so quiet, the stars blink mysteriously, and the moon casts a gentle and affectionate light. The grass dances in the wind, and the leaves sway gently in the wind. The hazy moonlight shines through the dense bamboo forest, shedding a layer of silver-gray light and playing dreamy dance music.

Autumn is like a magical magician, dyeing this lovely world colorful. Maple was dyed playful red, looking from a distance, like a red flower, more like a burning flame. Willow is gilded, so bright and lovely. Some leaves are reluctant to leave the tree mother and play in the branches with the autumn wind. There are more and more yellow leaves, like a thick golden blanket, so soft and comfortable to step on!

Early winter is like a beautiful and noble princess, waving her magical veil and bringing a cold wind, as if asking people, "Look! How wonderful the world will be with me! "

Autumn in the field

Autumn-a poetic dream season, I love autumn, and I love autumn fields more.

On a sunny afternoon, my friends and I came to the vast fields in June to enjoy the beautiful autumn colors. White clouds like veils are floating in the blue sky. From time to time, a few lovely birds fly around and sing melodious songs, as if welcoming our visit. I looked around and saw endless paddy fields and dry land, showing a gratifying harvest scene.

The two of us looked to the left, and there was a snow-white cotton field, which seemed to be covered with white gauze scattered by the fairy in the air, like a piece of snow in winter. When you look closer, the cotton leaves are yellow, most of the cotton peaches are in full bloom, revealing white clouds of cotton, some are in bud, only a few cracks are opened, as if peeking at this beautiful autumn color, and some are still "flower shelves", like shy girls, who are always reluctant to show their faces to pick cotton. Everyone's face is filled with the joy of harvest.

Looking to the right, it is a golden rice field, shining with dazzling light under the sunlight. The autumn wind blows gently, and layers of Jin Lang are lifted, and the fragrant rice floats away. This beautiful scenery is really intoxicating. Suddenly, the "rumble" of the machine reached our ears, and we woke up like a dream. Looking in the direction of the sound, the farmers' uncles put strings of ears of grain into the electric thresher. Within a few seconds, the golden grains were separated from the rice stalks and gathered in the grain barrel, which was filled at once. Farmers' uncles picked the grain to the grain drying field. Ah, piles of golden grain on the grain drying field have turned into small golden mountains, which is really refreshing.

"I like watching thousands of waves in rice fields, and heroes are dying everywhere." I love the beautiful autumn field and the harvest season, but I love the heroes who dress up for the field and work hard in the field!

Scenery description is to describe the natural scenery that people see, hear and come into contact with in concrete and vivid language, so as to set off the atmosphere, highlight the center and express their feelings. Among them, scenery narrative is a narrative that mainly describes natural scenery, and it is one of the important composition types that primary school students need to master. So, how can we write a good landscape narrative?

First, grasp the characteristics of the scenery and observe it carefully.

To observe and feel the scenery, students need to mobilize all kinds of sensory organs and describe it from different angles, which makes people feel immersive. For example, Su Shi's "Looking from the side of the mountain as the peak, the distance is different" describes what Lushan Mountain looks like from different angles. For example, the mountains in Daxinganling described by Lao She are "horizontal, downward, high, short, long and short ...". Lin Hai in his works is so changeable: just like a skilled painter, it is "deep, shallow, bright, dark and green, which is indescribable". In particular, the sentence "The silver skirt of the birch tree flashes on the edge of the big pine tree in the sun, just like the waves by the sea", which contains three figures of speech: metaphor, personification and questioning, paints us a three-dimensional and gorgeous picture.

Second, grasp the order of landscape writing and write down the levels.

Scenery description can be from high to low, from far to near, from whole to part, from moving to static, from people to things and so on. In short, only by grasping the order of scenery writing can the scenery described be distinct, fresh and natural. Scenery description usually has two orders: one is written according to the development order of time, such as the growth process of a tree in the alternation of seasons; The second is to write in spatial order, such as writing a mountain in the order from far to near.

Third, develop reasonable imagination and describe colors.

On the basis of careful observation of the scenery, teachers can let students spread their imagination wings and write down the state and color of the scenery. Such as "An oriole standing on a branch and singing happily", vividly describes the liveliness and loveliness of oriole with anthropomorphic methods.

The waves came in layers, hitting the rocks lying on the sea, splashing and falling; Washed my feet and playfully took away the mark I left on the beach as its eternal treasure. Looking at the sea coming from time to time, it seems that I will never get tired; Listening to the noise of the sea, it seems that I will always be so happy. Standing by the sea, the tide is hugging me, playing with me, and being as cheerful and lively as me.

Standing in front of the sea for a long time, it seems that everything is still, the clouds are no longer floating, and my heart is no longer moving. I just suddenly feel that we are so small. Staring at this boundless sea, my mind has broadened a lot and I feel that I can tolerate everything. There is a great famous saying: the blue sky is wider than the ocean; What is broader than the blue sky is the human mind. Leaving the city and looking at the rushing sea, you can't help but want to open your arms, say hello and shout, and rush to hug. At this time, you will feel that your mind is suddenly enlightened, very broad and inclusive of the whole world.

I finally see the sea! When I saw the sea, I felt that I had entered a brand-new world! But at the same time, I saw the horizon, where the water meets the sky, and I couldn't tell the sea from the sky. At this moment, I am far more curious about the other side of the sea than I am about the other side of the sea-what is there?

I finally saw the sea. The sea is like a beautiful girl in a blue veil. The sound of the sea breeze is her welcome song. Look at the golden beach by the sea. In the morning sun, it seems that every spun yarn is shining. On the beach, there are many gifts from the sea: small and exquisite shells, hermit crabs carrying small houses, sea hedgehogs covered with hard spines, jellyfish like small pockets … all over the beach. These are all left at low tide. When the sea level rises, they will return to the embrace of the sea. Like the boundless sea, it is still shrouded in a thick layer of fog, and some fishing boats move vaguely in the fog, appearing and disappearing. The sea breeze blew in bursts, and the waves hit the rocks, splashing white water. It rushed to the shore and gently stroked the soft beach. The waves gently swing layer by layer from a distance, drawing a white "skirt" for the beach, like setting a glittering silver frame on the vast sea, making the sea more charming. The sun rose, and the fog on the sea gradually dispersed, revealing the true colors of the sea. ? At high tide at night, the sea becomes a different look. It becomes like an endless battlefield. The sea breeze blew a sharp horn, and the waves seemed to be violently attacking the coast by thousands of fighters, making a rumbling roar. With a single stroke, the 100-pound stone on the shore sank to the bottom of the sea. ...

This is a beautiful and mysterious sea, and I love it, because it is the cradle of life, a mysterious magician and endless reverie. ...

The sea is so vast and endless; The sea is so vast that it can accommodate so many tourists. I opened my arms and threw myself at the beautiful blue sea, suddenly feeling open-minded. O sea, you are as calm as a mirror, and you are surging. The blue sea was dyed silver by microwaves. I stood by the sea for a long time, listening to the sound of the sea, which was making noise for me. It's all so sweet. At this moment, I gently open my arms and embrace the sea. Suddenly, I found that this sweetness is somewhat bitter. Oh, it's salt. Salt particles are the crystallization of the ocean.

First, the sea under the night sky.

My hometown is Zhoushan, which is a beautiful place with countless places of interest, and the sea here is even more amazing.

The light gradually dimmed, as if someone accidentally knocked over the paint bottle, and the sky was dyed a deep blue. I tried my best to think, but I couldn't think of anything to describe it. Soft blue silk scarf, not so bright; Smooth sapphire is not so brilliant; Its blue is not pale white, but shining and bright, hanging in the sky like a transparent glass. Clouds as soft as floc and as light as silk, surrounded by Yingying Hao Yue, are rising from the Ran Ran, and their brightness will be reflected into colorful halos, from deep to shallow, if there are any. It is not as rich as sunset, so it is more elegant, not as brilliant as sunset, and only gives you a little sadness and joy.

Moonlight shines on the sea, and the scales on the sea shine like thousands of whitebait jumping and swimming in the sea.

Yingying's sea water has been rippling to the feet, but it slowly recedes, like a loving mother patting a baby who can't sleep.

There was silence on the sea. The waves kissed the rocks gently and fell asleep. On the calm, dark rock, the moonlight blazed a long, narrow and bright road, shining and dancing like a silver snake. The red light on the lighthouse in the distance is embedded in the dark space, like a gem. It and the silver light of the sea reveal the mystery of the sea in front of us-it is not a violent, unpredictable and terrible secret, but a quiet, peaceful and joyful mystery.

The sea at night, you are beautiful and charming, and you are the pride of our hometown!

Second, I love the sea.

The waves came in layers, hitting the rocks lying on the sea, splashing and falling; Washed my feet and playfully took away the mark I left on the beach as its eternal treasure. Looking at the sea coming from time to time, it seems that I will never get tired; Listening to the noise of the sea, it seems that I will always be so happy. Standing by the sea, the tide is hugging me, playing with me, and being as cheerful and lively as me.

Standing in front of the sea for a long time, it seems that everything is still, the clouds are no longer floating, and my heart is no longer moving. I just suddenly feel that we are so small. Staring at this boundless sea, my mind has broadened a lot and I feel that I can tolerate everything. There is a great famous saying: the blue sky is wider than the ocean; What is broader than the blue sky is the human mind. Leaving the city and looking at the rushing sea, you can't help but want to open your arms, say hello and shout, and rush to hug. At this time, you will feel that your mind is suddenly enlightened, very broad and inclusive of the whole world.

I finally see the sea! When I saw the sea, I felt that I had entered a brand-new world! But at the same time, I saw the horizon, where the water meets the sky, and I couldn't tell the sea from the sky. At this moment, I am far more curious about the other side of the sea than I am about the other side of the sea-what is there?

I finally saw the sea. The sea is like a beautiful girl in a blue veil. The sound of the sea breeze is her welcome song. Look at the golden beach by the sea. In the morning sun, it seems that every spun yarn is shining. On the beach, there are many gifts from the sea: small and exquisite shells, hermit crabs carrying small houses, sea hedgehogs covered with hard spines, jellyfish like small pockets … all over the beach. These are all left at low tide. When the sea level rises, they will return to the embrace of the sea. Like the boundless sea, it is still shrouded in a thick layer of fog, and some fishing boats move vaguely in the fog, appearing and disappearing. The sea breeze blew in bursts, and the waves hit the rocks, splashing white water. It rushed to the shore and gently stroked the soft beach. The waves gently swing layer by layer from a distance, drawing a white "skirt" for the beach, like setting a glittering silver frame on the vast sea, making the sea more charming. The sun rose, and the fog on the sea gradually dispersed, revealing the true colors of the sea. ? At high tide at night, the sea becomes a different look. It becomes like an endless battlefield. The sea breeze blew a sharp horn, and the waves seemed to be violently attacking the coast by thousands of fighters, making a rumbling roar. With a single stroke, the 100-pound stone on the shore sank to the bottom of the sea. ...

This is a beautiful and mysterious sea, and I love it, because it is the cradle of life, a mysterious magician and endless reverie. ...

The sea is so vast and endless; The sea is so vast that it can accommodate so many tourists. I opened my arms and threw myself at the beautiful blue sea, suddenly feeling open-minded. O sea, you are as calm as a mirror, and you are surging. The blue sea was dyed silver by microwaves. I stood by the sea for a long time, listening to the sound of the sea, which was making noise for me. It's all so sweet. At this moment, I gently open my arms and embrace the sea. Suddenly, I found that this sweetness is somewhat bitter. Oh, it's salt. Salt particles are the crystallization of the ocean.