Senior high school landscape composition 1
Winter is monotonous, only snow is white; Winter is lonely, only sparrows and crows accompany you. Send away the lonely and cold winter and usher in a beautiful spring. I can't help admiring this beautiful spring.
The spring rain fell on the earth, weaving an endless green carpet with her dexterous hands, and the whole earth was green.
The rain and fog are pervasive, and everything is shrouded in smoke. In order to enjoy this beautiful spring, the happy swallow still soars in the sky even though all her feathers are soaked. In fact, we should also have lofty ideals like swallows, and strive to soar for them.
Rain and fog, like pearls, drop by drop on the river from the newly sprouted willow branches, rippling on the calm water. Active fish are alive and kicking in the river, as if singing the joy of spring.
The spring rain falls on the leaves. The sound of "sand, sand, sand" is like a girl stroking the strings, like a silkworm eating a bright green mulberry leaf, and more like a group of children playing and making noise there. Water dripped on the petals, shaking and rolling. In a flash, the petals look like pearls, shining, and the light still stings your eyes.
This is spring rain. Is it nice? In fact, I think the beauty of spring breeze is no less than that of spring rain.
The wind in early spring is cold wind, which is the wind that cold air blows from the south. When it is rampant, it dances like a child who plays badly because of dissatisfaction. Like a shrew playing in the water, crazy; Roar like an angry lion and a trapped tiger; More like the waves of the beautiful sea, one after another; The wind roared like a horde of Ma Benteng until dark.
The warm spring breeze is like a mother stroking a child's little face, patting the child's shoulder and letting him sleep quietly. It is so gentle, as if afraid of waking the child. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
At this time, how I wish I were a drop of spring rain, moistening the motherland, making everything more prosperous and making people's lives more moist in spring.
How I wish I were a spring breeze, bringing some cool breeze to the people who rebuild their homes in the earthquake-stricken areas, smoothing the injured hearts of the people in the disaster-stricken areas, bringing the spirit of optimism to life and making them face life optimistically.
Spring breeze, spring rain, you are always the most beautiful in my heart.
Senior high school landscape composition II
I dare not say that our school is the most beautiful campus in the world, but I dare say that our school is the most beautiful campus in the city. Because of the birch forest, the osmanthus tree and the sound of reading, our school must be the most beautiful campus in the city.
The birch forest in the school is the oldest story in the school. My mother is a teacher in our school. She said that this birch forest existed before the school was founded. At that time, my mother was not born,
Grandpa, who often comes to deliver non-staple food to the school cafeteria, told his mother when she started studying in this school. Later, my mother graduated from here, went out to study in college and came back here as a teacher. She formed a family with my father and gave birth to me. When I was studying here again, my mother told me that this birch forest is older than any of us, and it is taller and straighter than any of us.
The osmanthus tree in the school is after my mother became a teacher in the school. Mom said that planting these osmanthus trees was suggested by one of her retired senior teachers. She said that planting a sweet-scented osmanthus tree in school can make everyone feel the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus in the season when it comes, so that students and teachers can have a good mood in the fragrance of flowers. Indeed, the school with this osmanthus tree has a forest breath than any other school, and the forest breath can make everyone who yearns for nature feel relaxed and happy. Later, we can all appreciate the wisdom and foresight of the teacher.
The reading sound in school is not necessarily unique to other schools, but the reading sound in our school may be the most special. Before the morning self-study begins, probably before dawn, the school will be full of reading sounds, which is our spontaneous morning reading and our spontaneous Chinese learning team. There are no restrictions or rules. Students or teachers who get up early in the morning can join this morning reading team, not to listen to our reading sounds, but to practice their favorite languages and inherit our languages like ancient private schools.
These are just special places in our school. The reason why our school is proud to be the most beautiful campus in the city is that there are many unique places that we are used to, which will definitely make newcomers feel the most beautiful campus in the city.
Senior high school landscape composition 3
The morning mist is long and pervades every corner of the whole gap here. Nothing can be seen in the sky. The feeling of humidity in the air makes the prosperity and noise of this coastal city in a humid room.
When I saw the fog, I knew it wouldn't rain again today. I hope the fog clears and the clear sky warms up, so that the bumps and hardships along the way will disperse with the wind and fog, and a different mood will be better!
As expected, the weather is fine. Maybe everyone is rushing to this point, the road is extremely difficult to walk, stop and go, and we are still in the car from early morning to afternoon, which is enough for people to wait.
There is reason to wait, reason to expect, reason to believe and reason to wait. In fact, life is a journey full of expectations. Waiting for dreams and emotions to make yourself more perfect is a process of waiting one by one, harvesting in expectation and harvesting beauty.
Finally, I came to Penglai wonderland after waiting all the way. Vast sea, blue sea, rippling blue waves, deafening sound of waves, rushing and noisy, deafening.
Soft and comfortable beaches, pushed and unloaded by waves of waves, come and go, come and go, and deposit a pile of sand, which deposits this place for people to have a rest and watch. Standing on the beach, the vast sea is clear and boundless.
People's smiling faces and laughter echoed from time to time. The sand grains of chloasma are crystal clear and bright, and the moist luster is extremely lovely. It is very comfortable to step on it, wading barefoot and drifting with the tide. The helpless waves come and go along the beach, and the mood is gently pleasant with the turbulent current of the waves. The mood and boredom of waiting on the way are also ups and downs by the waves.
There are waves in the sea, flowers are born in the waves, and the sea is boundless. All rivers run into the sea, and the sea washes away the sand, leaving behind vicissitudes. The deep and shallow footprints in the years are all regrets, warmth, accidents, surprises, feelings and gratitude.
The road we have traveled may continue, and we may have missed our dreams, but the years have undoubtedly taught us to cherish and understand, so that we can grow, grow and be strong every day.
Life is a wandering journey. We will go through many places, meet many people, have many things and leave many memories.
However, all this will eventually become a post station and a passer-by. If you accidentally get into trouble, you can't see that it is yourself who suffers.
Things have changed, and the years are quiet. The vastness, feelings and depth of the ocean are touching, welcoming the customs and the sea.
If there is no ocean, no beach washed by waves and no beach piled up, can we have no time to watch this lonely waiting for thousands of years, waiting for you and me to accompany us in this sea and sky?
It is no wonder that thousands of years of human feelings haunt this vast sea, and the beautiful and touching legend of the Eight Immortals has been deduced, which undoubtedly turns the feeling of conquering the ocean, living on the ocean and surviving on the ocean into the most beautiful myth. It has given us more touches, deeper feelings, longer memories and renewed energy, inspiring generations to carry forward the past and forge ahead, grow sturdily and be connected from generation to generation.
In fact, the wisdom of human beings has long been comparable to that of the Eight Immortals. The myth they created has become a story of the past. Let's make our world colorful and elegant.
Empty, empty Wan Li, Wan Li Ocean, Ocean Wan Li. Difficult to Lincang, the sea book is ruthless, and the waves are exhausted.
The sea is blue, and there are deep feelings in it. The sea can hold the unbearable water in the world. It is precisely because of its broadness that it does not refuse the trickle. I hope our life is as broad and far-reaching, integrate into life, accept a hundred schools of thought, and be harmonious!
Senior high school landscape composition 4
The wind chimes of memory, stepping on the broken shadow of youth, sway in the shadow. Shallow silver light kisses the upper layer of the soul, precipitating a state of mind like water. The calmness and indifference I get will be refined into short sentences, which will fall into the title page of my life and condense into the most beautiful scenery.
I had a long dream last night.
Under the bright sky, you came to me in the sunshine, one step, two steps, three steps, a slow pace; Blue sky, white clouds, birds, silent noise.
Your full smile highlights the same bright color as the sky. After several storms, it was stolen again and again, but the plot related to you lingered in every inch of my mind, shaking off endless thoughts.
The wind outside the window roared past, gently holding up the sunshine on the horizon. I held up your arm quietly, trying to ask a math question, but I was afraid of being caught by the teacher and looked at the door anxiously. When your eyes came back, you had written a lot of calculations on the paper.
Your voice couldn't be lower, and you didn't stop writing until there was a look of relief on my face. The sky outside the window is distant and quiet, and your smiling face is embedded in it, which outlines the beautiful scenery of the campus and ripples shallowly.
Wake up after a nap, slowly raise your head and try to open your sleepy eyes. Fluffy hair is like a bird's nest, wrinkles and blush are still there, and there is a clear spring flowing around the corner of my mouth.
I can't help laughing. You gave me a hard look, and then I habitually waved my right hand. I subconsciously blocked you with my right hand. At this point, the two hands are tightly held together. The light from the sky squeezed in through the window and dyed your outline light blue, so perfect.
You and I, smiling like a flower, laughing like a silver bell, string together the beautiful scenery of the campus.
The unsatisfactory exam made my mood fall to the bottom. I just feel that even the surrounding air is no longer fresh and natural, but full of ridicule and contempt, and even feel embarrassed to breathe boldly.
Just when I was depressed, you took my right hand and told me with the loudest voice: "Everything can be started again, everything is new."
You are surrounded by a steady stream of bright sunshine, and the blue sky behind you raises your mouth. The grand and beautiful scene, as if from another world, sings a youthful song softly with you.
I stood under the sky and looked up, and countless lights fell one after another, filling all the holes in my heart like your gentle and shallow smile.
The sky on campus is your face, and the smiling sunshine beam is held in the palm of your hand, recording our happiness and happiness under the bright blue sky.
You open your eyes and the color spreads behind you. You bend your mouth, smile freely in the air, and slide out of the arc of happiness and the exciting campus landscape.
All moments are hasty and vague, unless you can stop far away and look back. Since we can't hold the moon in our hands with open hands, let yesterday be a memory and a memorial.
Senior high school landscape composition 5
Yuchun
Just like the painter's last stroke, when the first spring breeze touched his cheek, he felt all the changes in an instant. Smart posture is like a gentle ballet dancer, touching her toes carefully, lighting the green trees and red flowers on the hillside little by little, awakening the gurgling water in the mountain stream, breaking the birds' songs in the forest and intoxicating every soft heart.
Spring breeze carries hope and longing. It is the heavy coat wrapped in winter that makes it so light. Mixed with the intermittent spring rain outside the window, I felt a long-lost fragrance, but I didn't feel touched at all. It is an unknown emotion brought by the spring breeze, which makes people covet and fascinate.
Dancing in the spring breeze, sixteen people still have infinite reverie hope.
Yu Xia
When the air is a little heavy for people, summer comes quietly.
The summer wind and the temperature of the sun give people a dull feeling. Feng is like a jazz dancer, moving slowly but still lewd.
Under the baptism of spring, the pampered young trees are becoming more and more mature. In such a fierce season, the wind caressed slightly, playfully drilled into every crack of the tree, making the leaves giggle, and extended endlessly with the annoying cicada in this summer afternoon until the evening sky was dyed red and a strange smell entered the nose-the liquid evaporated by plants and the summer shadow left on the ground, so that summer would be pleasant.
Xia Feng jumped a collision of chasing and waiting.
In autumn and winter
The wind in autumn and winter has too much sex. I'm afraid the only difference is the change of temperature.
The wind began to make public in these two seasons, like an impassioned rumba, showing his arrogance.
First of all, he proudly danced on the yellow leaves and playfully shook off all the leaves. Maybe he is an aesthete, and he knows very well that fallen leaves will add a lot of color to his dance.
He danced and danced like this. When he was tired of jumping, he slept on the branch. When he woke up, he saw the satisfied expression of people's harvest, and he was even more proud. Until one day, his pride disappeared all the foil, leaving only a bare branch. At this time, no one felt his beauty. He growled angrily, mingled with falling snowflakes. Angry, really angry! But she never despaired, still waiting for the touching ballet music to start again.
The wind is dancing with this excellent dance, realizing a dream about the preparation of the four seasons!
Senior high school landscape composition 6
I like winter, and I prefer the beautiful scenery in winter. What kind of season is winter in your eyes? I don't know. But I know that winter is like this in my eyes.
Winter in my eyes is beautiful and solemn. It is like a noble and reserved princess, waving her magic wand and sending waves of cold and gentle wind to people. A heavy snow turned everything into a world of pink jade. The roofs of every household are covered with glittering snowflakes, the branches of small trees are covered with fluffy shiny silver bars, the pines and cypresses are covered with heavy fluffy snowballs, and the roads are covered with thick ice. The sun after the snow is particularly bright and dazzling, and the thorns can't open their eyes. There will be a "crunching" sound when walking on the road, and if you are not careful, you will fall, but he is particularly looking forward to this moment.
Winter in my eyes is heartless. It bulges its cheeks, blows the cold wind fiercely, and lashes the earth like a whip; Yelling at people like a lion makes people numb. Listen, "hoo-hoo-hoo", the gale is like the roaring Yellow River, thrilling, breaking branches, and then letting them fly all over the sky like the devil, blocking the pedestrians' way. At this time, a sense of fear can't help coming.
Winter in my eyes is full of laughter. You see, the children are filled with joy when they see the thick, soft and white snow, greeting each other and running out to play. Some of them have snowball fights, and sometimes they scream happily; Some make snowmen and are busy outside. Some are running happily in the snow, and their shoes are deeply stuck in the snow. As long as you pull it gently, you can hear the sweet "cough-cough-cough" sound ... hey, what is this sound? Ha, the children slammed out an ice cube and ate it with relish. Adults watch interesting TV at home, watch the children having fun at the window, and some even run downstairs to play happily with the children. The crisp and beautiful laughter has spread to ten miles away.
Winter in my eyes is beautiful, because there is a happy day in winter, which is also our traditional festival-Spring Festival! Children look forward to the stars and the moon for 365 days, and finally look forward to this festive festival! The Spring Festival is a time for family reunion, and you can see your long-lost distant relatives. Everyone is sitting together with a smile on their faces, even if they are just chatting, their hearts are so happy that sweet juice will flow out. These days, you can enjoy playing games, setting off firecrackers and eating delicious food ... what a wonderful treat!
Senior high school landscape composition 7
The four seasons are constantly changing, and each season has its own color, and each color will bring endless vitality to Ni.
Spring is tender green. You see, willow, ginkgo, mulberry and all kinds of grass all spit out green buds, and they are looking at the world curiously. The leaves are reflected on the water, and the water is green. Life wakes up one after another, and it's getting lively here. These greens are not conspicuous at first, but it is not difficult to find them. Many flowers have been in full bloom, adding more spring to the forest, so it can also be said that spring is colorful.
Summer is green. The original small teeth on many big trees have now become big leaves that cover the branches. Maybe they are to protect branches from people laughing at their ugliness. Dozens of trees stand together, blocking the golden sunshine and blue sky. All kinds of grass cover the soil and come and go like waves. If you lie on the grass and rest, there won't be any dirt on your body. In the pond, pink and white lotus flowers pass through the lotus leaves to show their beauty. Water lilies modestly open slender buds and put on simple hair clips for the pool water, but they still can't cover their green eyes.
Autumn is yellow. Some unknown plants, such as cherry trees, ginkgo trees and Parthenocissus tricuspidata, began to wither slowly, their leaves gradually turned yellow, and some floated down, dyeing the ground yellow. Osmanthus fragrans, bananas and oranges are also yellow, but some plants are not convinced and refuse to let yellow win, so some change to red, some still don't change their only purple coats, some insist on not taking off their green coats, and some simply shake off all the leaves to reveal their brown bodies. They are no less than yellow. Autumn is actually colorful. I named this forest "Color Forest".
The color of winter makes people tremble with cold: white! Those colors are actually snow. Paths, steps, grasslands, branches, trunks and houses are all covered with snow, and there is no gap at all. If you push away a pile of snow, other colors will appear below. Everything here is silent. In order to surprise people, the plum blossom bloomed quietly before everyone found it, and the snow was still on it. At this time, it showed a shy and brave look, very cute. As soon as the weather is warm, the snow will melt, and the sun will shine through the brown branches. Against the blue sky, everything turned golden.
There is no shortage of beauty in the world, what is lacking is the eyes that find beauty. Every season is long and short, and the time is very leisurely, so you can savor each color carefully. However, due to social relations, there are many tasks every day, which brings many people closer to nature. If you practice, have a close contact with nature. I believe you will be as intoxicated as I am.
Senior high school landscape composition 8
The flower language of Bauhinia is brotherly harmony, so is the unity and friendship of Beijing people. I'm from Beijing. I am proud of this. I love the land where I was born and raised, and I also love the dreamy garden club-Bauhinia Garden.
Bauhinia Garden is located at the foot of Bauhinia Mountain, so let's talk about it first-Bauhinia Mountain. Zijingshan is a treasure trove of geomantic omen. Seen from a distance, it looks like an emerald in the mountains. In the mountains, tourists are weaving, squirrels are shuttling in the forest, birds are singing in the forest, and tourists are lingering in the forest ... Many animals like to live in Bauhinia Mountain, love to play in it, and love to eat and drink in it. There is a Longjing at the top of Amethyst Mountain, and the well water is sweet and clear. People in Beijing say that Longjing is the well of Wolong, so the well water is extremely sweet. As the saying goes, "stand tall and see far." Standing on the top of Bauhinia Mountain, you can have a panoramic view of Beijing. Isn't it beautiful? Bauhinia is a beautiful pearl.
There is also a mother river in the Bauhinia Garden-Jingjiang River, which meanders through it. Just like a great mother, she nurtured this land and Jingcheng people who have lived here for generations. Like a natural beauty, her pink skin, flowing long hair and dexterous hands have brought a fantastic feeling to Beijing. As a native of Beijing, I would like to decorate the mother river more beautifully. Located at the foot of Bauhinia Mountain, Bauhinia Garden is a veritable garden. Walking in the community, you will see all kinds of flowers, which makes people linger.
There is also a lotus pond in the community. In spring, all kinds of flowers bloom in Chi Pan, and the lotus fairies embedded in the sea of flowers are graceful and charming. In summer, the lotus will show its charm and bring a little coolness to the hot summer. The unopened lotus flower is like a pen covered with ink, which wants to dress up the sky in Beijing. Half-closed and half-opened lotus, like a shy girl; The blooming flower is a tolerant, loving, generous and mature woman with a chubby baby in her arms. Oh, Lotus is a mother, no wonder it is so kind.
In autumn, on a quiet afternoon, if you have coffee or tea at home in the community, there will be the sound of young students reading in the autumn wind, from which you can feel the astringency and sweetness of going back in time. In winter, you can experience the artistic conception of Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge, bask in the sunshine by the quiet Jingjiang River, wave at the clouds in the west, and watch the small fish at the bottom of the river chase the aquatic plants to a greener place. Of course, there is also a small shop on the side street that is also great. Once you walk in, you will be attracted by the tranquility inside, and then spend a quiet afternoon tea inside.
Jingcheng is so beautiful and quiet. If you come here, you must visit the Bauhinia Garden, because it is not only a bright pearl of the beautiful and quiet capital, but also a garden that people can't forget and live in.
High school landscape composition 9
Whenever I see the leaves of plane trees falling in autumn, I feel a sense of inexplicable desolation. At the same time, I will also think of Li Qingzhao's "The Sound is Slow", in which "the phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk." This also makes me feel that buttonwood is a slightly sad tree.
The sun sets, and the setting sun outlines the wheel frame of the phoenix tree. At this time, you can always see a thin old man standing under the buttonwood tree, as if looking for something, and looking at the distance waiting for her from time to time. ...
At this time, she always walks up to the old man with a smile and says, "Hello grandma!" " "When the old man saw her, he stopped looking and smiled contentedly. Then he took her by the hand and slowly disappeared under the buttonwood. The leaves under the buttonwood tree fell bit by bit, but she was with the old man, full of laughter and happy words. ...
It was already late autumn, and there were few leaves left on the plane tree, but the old man still insisted on waiting there. The autumn wind got into the old man's clothes without thinking, and the old man shivered every time. Although it is still autumn, year after year, the old man's health is getting worse and worse, but the old man still waits for her as before. ...
That day, the old man had a fever and suffered for a long time. She knows that. A week after the old man had a fever, she said to him, "Grandma, you don't have to wait for me in the future. I'll be back after playing outside for a while. Don't worry about me. " The old man looked at her for a while, and then he thought deeply. Once she came home, the old man gave her a plane tree leaf, golden yellow, fresh and beautiful. She looked at the old man affectionately and suddenly hugged him tightly. Her eyes were moist and her heart was deeply moved. The old man gently stroked the girl's back with wrinkled hands, which was so soft and warm.
In the sunset, she took the old man in one hand and the plane leaves given by the old man in the other, and disappeared into the corner of the sunset, talking and laughing. Under the light in the corner, the plane leaves are more bright and beautiful.
The old man and she never forgot the wonderful time under the tree, nor did they forget the eyes that the old man was waiting for. Under the buttonwood tree, the old man struggled to find and select the most beautiful buttonwood leaves, and the old man did not forget her innocent and happy smile, happy hug, and the happy and excited expression she shared with the old man after giving him a special gift.
After the speech, the two smiled at each other and hugged each other. That "she" is me, and that "old man" is my grandmother. The buttonwood tree left me a beautiful memory, which was deeply imprinted in my mind.
My hometown is still the same, and the buttonwood is still the same, but the beautiful days under the buttonwood will remain in my heart forever, printed in my mind, telling the beautiful scenery and long-term warmth. ...
Senior high school landscape composition 10
The four seasons are like a beautiful waltz, a beautiful dance music in spring, a fanatical carnival song in summer, a cheerful ode to joy in autumn and a gentle lullaby in the cave. ......
Countless reds and violets only show spring.
Green spring is decorated with flowers and songs. Swallows in black classical dresses stood on the eaves singing the beauty of spring. At this time, the colorful peach blossom girls on the mountain danced in the wind, adding a touch of pink to spring. The yellow winter jasmine is as bright as the stars in the sky. She shook her yellow head, as if she hadn't woken up yet. She put a yellow wreath on Miss Chun. Now, there are some yellow and green buds on the willow branches. They carefully leaned out of its little head and looked at the beautiful world carefully.
Slender lotus leaves, not yet unfolded, hardly appear.
In a blink of an eye, spring has passed, replaced by hot summer. Cicada squeaked on the trunk, as if to say, "It's hot, it's hot!" " Rhubarb dog, who was guarding our compound, collapsed weakly, spitting his red Lickitung, panting. But in such a hot summer, beautiful lotus flowers can also bloom. I saw the lotus flower standing on the water like a flawless jasper. Some of them sit on the lotus leaf like an elegant girl, some are surrounded by the lotus leaf like a female star, and some hide behind the lotus leaf like a shy girl ... it's really pleasing to the eye.
Frosted leaves are redder than flowers in February.
In autumn, farmers are very busy. I saw the original green wheat field, as if it had been rendered by gold and turned into a golden ocean. A cool breeze blew, and the wheat people bent down one by one, as if admiring the hard work of the farmer's uncle. On the horizon, there is a big maple tree. Its leaves seem to have been splashed with red paint, and all the leaves have been dyed red. Looking from a distance, it is really a gorgeous sunset. Red butterflies are falling from the trees. They are waltzing in the air. However, the orchard is a busy scene, and the apple doll blushes; Aunt pomegranate shows shining teeth; Jujube girl shook her bell-like head, and a gust of wind blew, and they all danced as if they could really hear the sweet bell. The farmer's uncle touched the face of the apple doll and the head of the pomegranate aunt for a while, and he was very busy.
Thousands of pear trees have blossomed.
Winter is coming, and snow covers trees, roofs and the earth, as if to put a white coat on the whole world. It's like entering a mysterious fairyland. At this time, I smelled a faint scent into my nostrils, which was refreshing. Ah! It turns out that wintersweet has blossomed! The yellow wintersweet is covered with snow, but its fragrance still radiates through the snow. People who don't know think that snow also has fragrance. In winter, there are not only wintersweet and red plum, but also sparkling pear flowers in Huang Cancan. Pear blossoms seem to melt with snow in vain. Close up, it seems that snow has put a coat on pear flowers. We had a snowball fight and made a snowman on the grass. We had a good time.
These are beautiful seasons, beautiful spring, hot summer, beautiful autumn and mysterious winter.
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