As the saying goes, "There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below."
Italian traveler Kyle? Polo once praised Hangzhou as the most beautiful and luxurious city. It can be seen that Hangzhou has a high reputation in the world! But in my eyes, the river in my hometown is not inferior to the West Lake.
The most beautiful place in my hometown is the Xinjiang River. Its river is very clear, its water surface is very calm, and the river is green, like a big mirror. There is a pontoon bridge lying across the river. The pontoon bridge is connected by more than 3 large iron boats, and it is easy to walk up. However, don't worry, it is very strong and safe.
The Xinjiang River in our hometown is also the mother river, which feeds our children for generations. Spring in Xinjiang is full of vitality.
the little fish is awake! You see, fishermen are fishing, some catch a small carp, some catch a large yellow croaker ... It is hot in summer in Xinjiang. The sun shines on the earth with his own sunshine. As the sun sets, the weather is still so hot. The lotus blossoms are white, like wearing a white dress. The lotus leaves are like big green disks and handfuls of green umbrellas.
Autumn in Xinjiang is full of fruits, and it is also the time when flowers wither. However, autumn is the time when wild chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and persimmons are red like red lanterns.
Xinjiang is cold in winter. All the flowers have withered, the Xinjiang River has frozen, and some animals have hibernated.
the Xinjiang river in my hometown is really beautiful! I love Xinjiang in my hometown! （。 2. The general structure of the 5-word total score of the river composition in my hometown < P > As the saying goes, "There is paradise on earth and Suzhou and Hangzhou on earth." Italian traveler Kyle? Polo once praised Hangzhou as the most beautiful and luxurious city. It can be seen that Hangzhou has a high reputation in the world! But in my eyes, the river in my hometown is not inferior to the West Lake.
The most beautiful place in my hometown is the Xinjiang River. Its river is very clear, its water surface is very calm, and the river is green, like a big mirror. There is a pontoon bridge lying across the river. The pontoon bridge is connected by more than 3 large iron boats, and it is easy to walk up. However, don't worry, it is very strong and safe.
The Xinjiang River in our hometown is also the mother river, which feeds our children for generations.
The spring in Xinjiang is full of vitality. The little fish is awake! Look, fishermen are fishing, some catch a small carp, some catch a large yellow croaker ...
It is hot in summer in Xinjiang. The sun shines on the earth with his own sunshine. As the sun sets, the weather is still so hot. The lotus blossoms are white, like wearing a white dress. The lotus leaves are like big green disks and handfuls of green umbrellas.
Autumn in Xinjiang is full of fruits, and it is also the time when flowers wither. However, autumn is the time when wild chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and persimmons are red like red lanterns.
Xinjiang is cold in winter. All the flowers have withered, the Xinjiang River has frozen, and some animals have hibernated.
the Xinjiang river in my hometown is really beautiful! I love Xinjiang in my hometown! (3) The general format of the total score of Baiyang River in my hometown reads
My hometown My hometown is an inconspicuous small village. It has no prosperity and noise of the city, no high-rise buildings and beautiful neon lights that people look up to in the city, and no traffic lights that indicate the passage of vehicles. However, it has a joy and sweetness that everyone can enjoy alone. Whenever clusters of Yingchunhua on the ridge open, wicker shoots in the village. We are like flying pigeons running in the vast fields, or lying on the soft land, watching the swallows return, listening to the birds singing, and hearing the cries of jointing of wheat seedlings in our ears. In the long fields, people are talking happily and hoeing the land. We are wild, and from time to time, adults will kindly call out "Slow down, don't hurt the grass". Summer solstice Our laughter is ringing under every locust tree. Cicadas croak incessantly. Unknown dogs are sticking out their tongues and squatting at their master's door. Even strangers don't bother to scream when they pass by. At night, cicadas rest, dogs sleep, and only frogs bark tirelessly. Adults walk out of the house in twos and threes, shaking cattail leaf fans and tying them into a pile of laughter. Our children are unwilling to be lonely, so we lay a mat. Tell fairy tales in turn. Our story is not over until the adults are sleepy and call us home together. Autumn is the busiest season of the year. Every ear is heavy, the wind blows, and there are rushing laughter everywhere. The roar of machines, the sound of food jumping on machines, and the shouts of children are mixed. It is very lively. At this point in the middle of winter, snowflakes float in the air, and the streets and lanes are flat. Branches with uneven thickness are all wrapped in silver. At this time, we are more excited, learning to sweep and gather like adults, making piles of snow into strange-shaped snowmen, imposing Spider-Man, or snowballs rolling around on the ground. At this time, you will feel that winter here is more beautiful. I love my hometown, and there are my friends who go to school and go home at dusk, as well as those who love me. 4. Composition describing hometown scenery in the order of total scores
When you visit green mountains and green waters, when you are bathed in sunshine and rain, when you walk under the starry sky, when you take a nap in the grass and wild flowers ... I think no one can but be amazed at the masterpiece created by nature.
I have traveled to many places in my memory, including the steep Huangshan Mountain, the beautiful Guilin, and ... However, that trip to Jiuzhaigou completely amazed me.
Jiuzhaigou can't be described clearly by a single word of "beauty"-there are quaint plank roads, colorful colorful forests, blue lakes, lingering clouds, magnificent snow-capped mountains, and unique or unusual waterfalls ... Oh, yes, and the Tibetan stockade full of ethnic customs ... Perhaps, it is the best to have any of them.
Before, we heard that Tibetans called the lake here Haizi-the son of the sea, which is true. When I first saw the lake in Jiuzhaigou, I really regarded it as the son of the sea-the blue lake, which is even worse than the blue sea. However, after all, it is a lake, which is always much smaller than the boundless sea. No wonder Tibetans call the lake here Haizi! Walking on the plank road near the water's edge, looking around, the blue lake water and the colors of the colorful forests on the surrounding mountains form a strong sense of layering. The colors of the trees are green, dazzling red, simple dark green and elegant yellow ... Seeing the wonderful combination of the colors of the lake water and the colorful forests, I can't help but be grateful to nature, grateful to the grace of nature, and grateful to nature for bringing us such wonderful visual enjoyment!
Haizi has another feature besides its blue-green water color-clearness. The lake is very deep, even the deepest place is 13 meters, but it gives people the impression that it is only one meter deep-because you can easily see the bottom of the lake, and the fish at the bottom of the lake are either "motionless" or "dead". Some people even muttered, "It is said that there is no fish when the water is clear, but why are the fish here so happy?" What's more, he recited Chairman Mao's poem: "There are so many beauties in the mountains and rivers that countless heroes compete and bend their backs." Yes, in Jiuzhaigou, who will not be impressed by the creation of nature? Who will not be grateful to nature?
After reading all kinds of Haizi, I still feel something is missing. After thinking about it, I suddenly found that there seems to be some lack of vitality here. All the scenery and colors here are beautiful, gorgeous and dazzling, but after all, they are still lives, lying quietly, making people unaware of the slightest vitality. With such a desire to find some vitality, I kept looking around, but I didn't find the vitality in my heart. So, I took a few steps forward, hoping to find something new. In an instant-when my eyes crossed a mountain, I saw a reed in front of me. I blinked-I didn't read it wrong, but generally speaking, reeds grow below 8 meters above sea level, but Jiuzhaigou's altitude reaches 3 meters. Why do reeds grow in such a plateau? Besides, why are the reeds growing here taller and bigger?
Yes, the plateau is undoubtedly a harsh environment for reeds, but these reeds did not shrink back and give up this place-they chose to adapt to the environment, choose to bravely challenge their living environment, choose to face the reality, and choose to rely on their own efforts to prove that reeds can also grow at an altitude of 3 meters or even higher! As a result, they succeeded, successfully growing on this plateau, even taller and bigger than those sedentary reeds on the flat land.
Walking on the wooden plank road, I can't help but be impressed by these tenacious reeds. In my eyes, they are not just a group of reeds-in my eyes, they symbolize the indispensable spirit and tenacious will of people today. Perhaps, if a person can be like this reed, not succumb to the harsh living environment, face the reality and have a tenacious will, then he will be as successful as the reed on this plateau!
with this insight, I can't help but feel more grateful to nature, not only because it brings us visual enjoyment, but also because nature has given me inspiration in life. 5. write a composition of about 5 words on the river in my hometown
I think I am familiar with my hometown. My hometown is in a small village in Huangshi, Hubei Province. I grew up there since I was a child. There is nothing unusual in the village, except the small river behind the village.
The river in my hometown has its unique scenery all year round, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
The river in my hometown in spring is green with trees around it. The green river, dressed in the sunshine, transmits rainbows, constantly popping up colorful bubbles, just like little dolls sticking their heads out of the water. There is also a thin layer of moss on both sides of the river, which seems to be the emerald that Grandpa Earth gave to the river.
In summer, Xiaohe bathed himself again. The river is crystal clear, and you can see the aquatic plants growing at the bottom. The fish jumped about in the river, as if to say, "It's too hot. I want to come out to cool off." Further on, you can see two rows of neat and lush trees, standing straight and motionless like soldiers defending our beautiful home.
In autumn, the lush trees change from green to orange, and a little yellow comes out from the bright orange, and then from this color to khaki. What a variety! Fallen leaves fall to the water one after another, as if playing hide-and-seek with them. Bubbles come out from here and it hides there.
It's the most beautiful season, winter. In winter, the river will be covered with a thin layer of ice. Grandfather Sun is still on duty. It looks in the mirror at the river and emits colorful light from under the ice. Trees also put on snow-white cotton-padded jackets. Those mosses have receded, and people who have never been there before will definitely not know that mosses have grown there before.
In the four seasons of this year, only the painter painted four beautiful hometown river landscapes, except the people in that village.
As a person in this village, I am very proud because there is an extraordinary river. 6. The beauty of my hometown is always written by the total score
The beauty of my hometown
My hometown is like a bright pearl, picturesque all year round!
Spring is a shy little girl. She wakes up the grass, the river and the flowers. Look! Look! In winter, the river sang a happy song. Grass and flowers are scrambling to get out of the ground and look at the colorful world with wide eyes. They like the beautiful willow princess best, look! Look! Her long braids dragged by the water, and this beautiful sight attracted many people!
Summer is a busy season. The frog sang a happy song by the water! The cicada barks in the tree, as if to say hot! It's hot
Autumn is a little girl who paints. Look! Look! She painted the apple red; Colour the pear yellow; Yellow was given to the ginkgo tree, and the yellow leaves were like handfuls of small fans, fanning those fans away from the summer heat; She gave red to the maple, and the red maple leaves were like butterflies; Golden color is for fields, which look like a golden ocean; Orange and red are for fruit trees. You squeeze and touch oranges and persimmons, vying for someone to pick them! Those fruits hide a very good smell! Children's feet are hooked by that smell!
Winter is an old man. As soon as he sneezes, it snows heavily. The roof, the trees on the car and the ground are all covered with snow. The children have a good time making a snowman and having a snowball fight in the snow!
is my hometown beautiful? I love my hometown! 7. Write a composition on the river in my hometown in chronological order
I love the river in my hometown. Have you seen the river in the country? I have seen many country rivers, but I love the river in my hometown best.
in spring, the river is rushing, like the earth awakened. You see, the green grass next to the river is scrambling to emerge, as if growing faster than anyone else; Willow hangs its green branches into the river, as if combing its hair; Birds also came to join in the fun and flew around the river.
the river clattered like a beautiful piece of music. This is really a fascinating picture! In summer, the river is so lively that the children in the country jump into it naked.
They drill up and down in the water like loaches, then sink to the bottom, and then surface again. Some are swimming in the river, and some are playing hide-and-seek on the shore.
ah! The river is really popular. There are so many children playing in it. In autumn, the cool breeze blows gently, and the leaves of the trees by the river dance like butterflies, floating into the distance like stamps; Some float on the river, like small boats, slowly sailing away.
In winter, the river becomes quiet, and only the trees beside it accompany it. The river flows slowly, as if chatting with trees.
ah! Country river, I love you.