On the first day, I wrote a landscape composition article 1 The ancients said: "A leaf falls to know the autumn on earth."
Yes, maybe you are still intoxicated by the summer sunshine; Perhaps inadvertently, autumn has quietly approached you, and you have entered autumn.
In autumn, you don't have to lament the fall of autumn leaves, you don't have to be lonely for the fall of autumn flowers, and you don't have to be sad for the departure of geese ... Look, the sky is higher, the land is wider and the water is greener. I am lying in the embrace of autumn, watching the colors of autumn, listening to the whispers of autumn, feeling the heartbeat of autumn ... passing by Country Garden and walking on the path, the acacia here is still holding its head high and the bamboo there is still full of energy. Look! Who made the cuckoo girl wear that new red dress? Look at her blushing. It's really "frosty leaves are redder than February flowers".
Approaching the Woods, the bass performance of turtledove came from the distance; Occasionally I can overhear Qiu Chan's moving music; When the sun goes down, you will be surprised to appreciate the beauty of the pastoral flute. When you turn around, the shepherd boy riding on the back of the cow will go through the Woods and appear in front of you ... maybe you want more, then you are luckier. In every corner, those nameless bugs will invariably play Beethoven's famous song "Autumn Talk" for you, and the voice will echo.
Gently wade across the stream, lightly step on the green grass, and quietly come to the field. Here, the fragrance of the earth is accompanied by the breeze, and it smells very fragrant, with the sweetness of the five grains. In the distance, several farmers' uncles were carrying hoes, bending slightly and gently lifting a bunch of golden ears of grain, which was heavy. In an instant, the farmer's uncle opened his face like Gu Teng, like a hundred-year picture scroll.
Yes, autumn has come, and it's time for a bumper harvest. How can you not feel sweet?
Autumn is the harvest season. Go into autumn, harvest autumn, and harvest hope.
On the morning of July 6th, my family, Uncle Lou and Uncle Ying drove to Pan 'an go on road trip.
In the morning, we went to Huaxi to play, and in the afternoon, we went to Lingjiangyuan to go rafting. It's really exciting there When the kayak sank, water splashed all over me. It took us more than two hours to reach the finish line because our kayaking often went to strange places. In retrospect, we were the last canoe.
We went home by bus after dinner in Pan 'an.
Xiangshan is located at the foot of the western hills of Beijing, guarding the capital from a distance. It has majestic mountains, clear springs, strange caves, many trees and beautiful natural environment, plus artificial marble, it has become a famous mountain park at home and abroad. Not to mention every pavilion, platform, building and pavilion in this park, Hao has adapted to the tranquility of natural scenery; Not to mention the unique "Eye-shaped Lake", the interesting "water curtain cave" and the "West Seven Mysteries", one of the eight scenic spots in Yanjing; For example, the mountain peak is "a ghost sees sorrow", towering into the clouds, magnificent, and the rocks are in various shapes, just like Lianlai Wonderland. Because it's really too high and dangerous. Some people suspect that to climb such a high mountain, even if a "ghost" sees it, you should be worried. It stands tall and upright, as if challenging tourists every day. I was determined to climb the mountain, so I hesitated. I looked at the other three students in the same group. They were all staring at the top of the mountain. I asked, "What happened?" The three men looked at each other, and Li Yuyu made a statement first: "In fact, Liu Yihe Ji also nodded:" Good. " I said, "Today, we must see this' ghost sees sorrow'. "
We drank enough mountain spring water in "Cherry Valley", chose a winding path and walked happily up the mountain. At first, although the slope was steep, it was not difficult to walk. The farther you go, the harder it is to walk. It happened that the wind of 1 rose again and rolled fine sand on the inspection. If you are not careful, your eyes will soon become bright! But we grabbed the trunk and continued to climb. In the end, there were no trees, just some miscellaneous sheets, kudzu vine and eucalyptus bushes on the roadside; This road is only a foot wide dirt road. If you are not careful, you will slide down the hillside. To climb up, you need to grab the stones by the roadside, climb to the edge of the stones, and then pick up the stones above or pull the miscellaneous skins up. Suddenly, Ji, who was walking in front, stepped on a moving stone, slipped and stumbled. I quickly grabbed a big stone and grabbed the basking with my other hand. Looking back, if you slide down from here at once, you will go to the mountain stream to mix and smash. I was a little scared and broke out in a cold sweat. "Had a narrow squeak. That was close! " She spit out 1 and stuck out her tongue. We climbed more carefully, didn't walk dozens of steps, and our legs were like lead, and we couldn't walk any further. Sit down and dare to rest before climbing. This is a "whirring" place, but it is still sweating. When we sit down to have a rest, we look at the top of the mountain that seems to fly very high. We just look at the ridges, villages, trees and vehicles that have become much smaller below, probably halfway up the mountain. I asked Liu Heji, panting after welding, "Are you still climbing?" "I don't want to climb." To ying said with a frown. Huhne in Li Liyu is good. She stood up and said impatiently, "oh, climb quickly." This mountain is too easy to climb. There will be many mountains to climb in the future. Is it more like you to retreat from difficulties? " In order to encourage them to continue climbing the mountain, I quickly said, "There are still classmates on the mountain, so don't wave." Hearing this, they stood up, so they got up the courage to continue climbing. I don't know how long it took, how many difficulties I overcame first, and finally reached the top of the mountain, and successfully "joined forces" with the students who first reached the top. Li Xinyu said loudly, "We touched the sky."
The wind is whistling, almost blowing people away, but no one cares. The unusually cold weather dispelled the sweat on my body. Everyone is proud of this leaf. We stood on the top of the mountain covered with white clouds, overlooking the following: the fog was low and the clouds were low, rows of red tile Dai farmers' associations were exposed outside, and the winding stream on Ash Road I flowed into "Moyan Lake", where the lake reflected the skylight and the bridge was built on the Han Dynasty. I don't want to recite a poem by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "The two waters are clear, and the two bridges fall on Ayabeni." Every classmate will laugh heartily. From a distance, the traffic on the expressway is like a shuttle. There are many factories and buildings in the distance, and white smoke is floating in the chimney window. People are making contributions to the four modernizations. I think every mountain, water, skin and tree in the motherland is so magnificent and lovely.
There are four seasons in a year: spring, summer, autumn and winter. But among them, my favorite is colorful spring. I looked around, always hoping that spring would come early, and finally I waited for the arrival of Miss Chun.
When Miss Chun came, he quietly used that kind and sweet language to wake up the trees, grass and flowers that had been sleeping for a winter. They took off their white clothes and put on new green ones. Grass grows out of the soil, then stretches and greets Teacher Chun. Flowers woke up from a sweet dream and danced in the breeze in colorful clothes. How beautiful! Look! A group of lively and lovely birds are flying freely in the beautiful sky!
With the footsteps of teacher Chun, I came to the endless fields. Rape flowers are as beautiful as yellow. When the breeze blows gently over the rape stalks, they dance in the breeze, as if shouting excitedly: Spring is coming! Spring is coming!
Spring is a warm season. She is the time when grass, flowers, fruits and vegetables grow, but the village girl thinks: How can we do without spring rain? So Miss Chun went to wake Chunyu up and said to her: Spring is coming! It's your turn to water the farmer's uncle with fruits and vegetables! Hearing the spring rain, I went to the countryside and it rained. All the grass, flowers and trees said to Miss Chun, "Thank you-Miss Chun, you called Spring Rain to make our soil so wet!
Spring is also a good season for farming. We saw the farmers' uncles get busy. Some people are plowing the land, some are planting orange trees, and some are planting delicious vegetables. ...
I love colorful spring, but I love those who create good times in spring more!
On the first day of writing a landscape composition, the fifth article was hazy, and I gently opened my eyes and found that it was autumn.
I never thought that autumn would come so quietly, and I felt the unique atmosphere of autumn before I had time to meet it. The boredom in the air was swept away, and the lush grass became slack, leaving only a little green swaying in the wind. The sky is cloudy and sunny, neither cold nor hot. In this vivid environment, I gradually stepped into the cold test of late autumn.
It rained intermittently, wetting the street full of fallen leaves. Intermittent yellow leaves with a little green make a beautiful carpet. The rain is big and small, dotted with humid air, accompanied by the sound of short and crisp fallen leaves being crushed, playing a beautiful and ordinary movement. Raindrops float in the sky and penetrate into the shoulders of pedestrians. The biting cold is surrounded by warmth in an instant.
The dead branches stretched out their weak hands and bowed their heads sadly. It turned out that there were only a few hairs left on the green head, swinging feebly. Looking around, it's lonely. People are used to these ordinary scenery and don't care. Actually, this is a painting. A masterpiece full of charm Birds pecked at the hard-won dinner with their companions. Thick curtains cover the dim light, and only a little trace is exposed through the gap, which is warm and desolate. The sky darkened a long time ago, and only rain was weaving obliquely in silence. Lonely twilight, lining the lonely faces of pedestrians, turned into darkness.
When the wind blows up and down, everything seems to be shaking, so I fall asleep. I wonder if there is lightning and thunder at night. I wonder who sings in the night sky. Is that you? Cute, why is it a little sad?
A night is like a thousand years. Slowly, I saw the sun swaying in the clouds, and the warm sunshine and cold wind stirred evenly on my face. The bird stopped on the branch to comfort the lonely tree. The cold wind swept away his only hair, yellow and green were eroded by rain and dew, and everything resumed its usual busyness.
Autumn is clearer.
The ocean is the cradle of life, the origin of civilization, the blue treasure house and the mother of mankind.
I remember when I first came into contact with the sea, I was five or six years old.
It was a summer, my mother took me to the seaside, and I opened my eyes curiously. Wow ~ that's a lot of water. I can't see the edge. My mother and I walked barefoot on the soft beach carefully, for fear of sinking in. ...
There are many shells by the sea, colorful and varied. I can't help picking them up and putting them in my hand like a baby. They are so beautiful. Huh? Who painted these pictures? They are painted by small round sand balls, some like small flowers, some like butterflies, some like leaves … dazzling. Ah! I found a secret, which turned out to be a mass of sand spit out by some very small crabs. I just never understood how it got into all kinds of paintings. I also drew a heart with my fingers like these little crabs. I remember when I was still standing inside, and my mother took a picture of me as a souvenir.
My mother and I rolled up our trouser legs and let the waves gently touch our feet. Itchy and comfortable. The waves come gently and recede gently, like a gentle girl, never tired. Going deeper, I became a little scared, holding my mother's hand tightly for fear of being swept into the boundless sea by the waves. On the blue sea, I also saw several big ships sailing one after another. ...
In the next few years, my mother took me to see the sea almost every summer. Later, I had a younger brother, and my mother took us to see the sea. We smell the salty sea, listen to the surging waves and grow up slowly. I love the sea! ……