1. How to write an essay on the topic of mountains
Don’t copy the essay given to you by others. The teacher will know it as soon as he checks it online.
Me I will give you some tips, I hope it helps and you can share your thoughts.
The other side of the mountain is a very large area. It doesn’t matter what you want to write about. Philosophy, Scenery, feelings, flashbacks, narration, main narration, whatever you want.
For example, if you wrote, you visited the mountains this week, and you looked at the mountainside, with continuous ups and downs, and it led to a series of ups and downs in your mind. A series of reveries.
In this reverie, you can say that you suddenly feel... This ellipsis can represent philosophy, and everything you can think of comes from your feelings.
Another example: landscape. Use all the beautiful words you can think of, but they should be full of meaning, have a leisurely aftertaste, and attract people's imagination...
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Mountains, I think everyone has seen them. But have you ever observed mountains?/I don’t think you have. Let me ask you again, did you spend your childhood in the mountains? I think you, a kid who grew up in the city, are not like this either. Although I am also a child who grew up in the city, the mountain next to the place where I lived in my childhood will never be forgotten by me, because I let the mountain preserve a part of my childhood. Whenever I see the mountain, the beauty of my childhood They appeared in front of me one by one...
The mountain I am talking about is called Xishan. Because it is located to the west of the center of Yantai City, it was named Xishan. It is not as strange as Mount Huang, nor as majestic as Mount Tai; it is not as majestic as Mount Tai; it is not as beautiful as Guilin, nor as spectacular as Mount Huashan. But I have always loved it because... The tomb of the martyrs built on the mountain reaching into the sky attracts people who come to Yantai. Every year on Qingming Festival, thousands of people with white flowers on their chests come to "visit" them. People's respect for the martyrs seems to have moved the mountains. Otherwise, why would the streams in the mountains suddenly become so clear? Why does it feel so cool under the shade of a big tree? The water droplets brought by the wind were sprinkled on the face, as if even the mountains were crying for the martyrs. At this time, the ignorant me would say: "Mountains can also cry. Mom and Dad said that only living things can cry. It is false!" At this time, my parents just shook their heads with a smile.
Mountains love beauty. In my memory, the "clothes" of mountains quietly change with the changes of the four seasons...
Spring is here, and I stand on the top of the mountain and look at this. Beautiful scenery: the breeze blows thousands of green willow silks that have just been pulled out, making people in the distance mistakenly think that fairies are singing and dancing. At this time, the pine trees on the roadside were not to be outdone. After sending some dead leaves to the earth, the green and soft needles grew out of the pine tree trunks at some point, preparing for the beautiful scenery in the future. The grass is also nourished by the newly thawed creek, quietly breaking through the ground, decorating the budding flowers. At this time, since the mountains were all green, I smiled and said to my parents: "Mountains can wear clothes, and they like green the most!" My parents would smile and say: "Really? Look at the summer scenery." Come to the mountain."
Summer is here, and I come to the top of the mountain again, and the scenery has changed a lot. The tender green willow silk has touched the ground, while the pine trees have turned the pine needles hard and green, and the pine cones are slowly dripping with pine oil. I think it may want to make more amber for people. The scenery in the distance is even more charming; there are many flowers of different colors on the green grass. From a distance, it looks like rusty flowers on a green carpet. When I took a closer look, I realized that the flowers there were all ordinary wild flowers that were inconspicuous. However, the graceful and "noble" flowers in the greenhouse were not as beautiful as this natural beauty. At this moment, I looked confused, Shan would also change clothes. The laughter in the creek woke me up from my meditation. My parents seemed to understand my doubts, so they said to me: "Look at autumn and winter again.
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From then on, I observed autumn and winter more carefully, even if I refused to let go of every detail. In autumn, the mountains are dressed in golden clothes, while in winter they are all white. At this time, As if I had discovered the biggest discovery in the new century, I solemnly said to my parents: "I know, Shan has four sets of clothes, which he changes once every season, but only wears one for three months. He loves to be clean so much." Bar! "At this time, I made my parents dumbfounded, but I smiled like a winner and said: "My parents were stumped by me! "
The mountains are generous. I remember there were many jujube trees behind a pine tree. No one took care of these trees at that time, which was great for us "little devils". After going to kindergarten every day ( I was only 5 or 6 years old at that time). When my parents were taking me home, I made an appointment with my friends and asked my parents to go home first (because I know the way and the security in Yantai is very good, so my parents can rest assured). I went with my friends We went to pick wild jujube trees. There were many thorns in the wild jujube trees, but we were not afraid at all: we tried to break the smaller branches, but we had to carefully pick off the thicker branches. After a while, our pockets and pants were all broken. When the bags were full, we reluctantly parted ways. When we got home, my parents saw my accidentally scratched hand and said distressedly: "Oh! Don’t go there again. If you want to eat, I can buy it! ""don't want! Labor is the most glorious, I want to do it myself, and cutting the thorns on the jujube tree is the challenge goal given by Grandpa Shan to our brave children! "I shouted. At this time, my parents looked at me and seemed to understand something...
The mountains love children. In spring, the open space on the mountains is a good place for children to fly kites. Butterflies and swallows fly The shaped kite dances in the air with its own style; in summer, the mountain uses its cool stream to let children swim to their heart's content; in autumn, the mountain is golden, and the slowly falling leaves add a poetic touch to the mountain; in winter, the snow The mountain was given new clothes, but the mountain didn't care and let the children "play mischief" on its new clothes-playing snowball fights and making snowmen, it was a happy scene. "The mountain is so nice! "I could only sigh like this.
Mountains are great. Once, I accidentally discovered several air-raid shelters. When I was confused, my parents said to me: Before liberation, Foreign planes hovered over the territory of our motherland all day long. Shan let people hide in her warm embrace without any regrets, but she resisted the indiscriminate bombings of enemy planes... Finally, people resisted the danger. Period. It was the mountain that saved the lives of hundreds of thousands of people nearby! She has since become a hero in the hearts of Yantai people, and people have not forgotten the kindness of the mountain - the grass on the mountain. Every flower and tree is protected, and future generations will not harm the mountain for money.
Hearing this... I was very uneasy at this time... 3. How to write an essay about mountains
The mountains in my hometown
There are many mountains in my hometown , one after another, looking from a distance, it really looks like rolling green waves layer by layer!
The mountains in my hometown are so beautiful in all seasons, but the most beautiful thing is in spring.
The spring girl quietly comes to the world with a spring breeze, and the flowers, plants and trees stand straight. The mountain suddenly turned emerald green, and the emerald green mountain looked so green. If you look at the mountain now, you will feel like you have walked into a green forest, and you will feel very comfortable. .
In the morning, as soon as the sun showed half of its smiling face, the mountains became full of life: the flowers showed their beautiful smiling faces; the grass straightened up; the trees stretched...it was simply all things. Revive!
At noon, the golden rays of the sun shine on the earth, and the mountains seem to feel a little hot. Let the trees cover it and make it feel cool. The sun actually has good intentions and wants the mountains to become cooler. More brilliant, beautiful, and brilliant. Look, no, just as it wished, the mountain has become more beautiful. It has become greener and more dazzling.
In the evening, I walked with the sunset. On the way home, the sky was so red that even the mountains were reflected red. I looked at the majestic mountains and felt like a serious soldier and an amiable teacher. I felt sweet in my heart. Sweet. I not only love the mountains in my hometown, I love my hometown even more!
Chapter 2: Being Destined with the Mountains
We are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, but we are not destined to meet each other. "Things in the world are so wonderful, everything depends on a fate, and things without fate are You can’t force it. As for me, I have been associated with mountains since I was a child.
When I was a child, there were rolling mountains behind my house. As for my grandma’s house, I could see the mountains as soon as I opened the door. Grandma’s house Even better, I might as well live in the mountains. What a fate!
I have admired that tall mountain since I was a child. It is so far away from me that I can’t reach it. Every time I look at it dreamily. When it comes, it always has a livid face and assumes a high and mighty posture. From then on, I determined to conquer it, conquer this sacred and tall messenger. However, I never had the chance.
Finally, the opportunity came. The school was going to hold a mountain climbing competition! I was secretly happy. That day, I almost used up all my strength to conquer it, but it was too tall. It seemed to have a cold expression. The look in his eyes made me give up, but I was not knocked down by it. I said to myself: "Come on! Where has my usual courage gone? Didn’t I promise to defeat the mountain? "I asked myself this repeatedly, and gradually I gained strength again, and rushed forward with all my strength. "Rush forward, I'm not afraid of you! "I cheered myself up silently in my heart.
In the blink of an eye, I looked forward and I had arrived. I was extremely excited. I finally conquered this mountain, and I finally realized the "at a glance" The artistic conception of "all the mountains are small". There is nothing special on the mountains, but I feel like I am in a fairyland. I know that there are more mountains waiting for me to conquer!
In life, there are many things Many mountains are associated with you, it depends on whether you can conquer it, whether you can regard it as a stepping stone to conquer another mountain, whether you can regard it as the driving force for your progress.
See When you go to the mountains, don't be afraid or flinch. Try to challenge it like me. In this way, maybe you will get unexpected gains. Only in this way can you understand: Difficulties are like springs. If you are weak, they will be strong. If you are strong, they will be strong. A weak truth. Perhaps people in the world don’t want to see mountains or become associated with mountains. But I don’t think so. I regard them as my friends and am willing to become associated with them. They taught me how to be strong and brave. How to stand up from the ground, how to cheer up in fear, and how to walk your own path in life.
Get attached to the mountains, my friend! You will get a lot of things. 4. Composition about mountains
The key to writing is that you write it yourself
Regarding the inner things, I can only provide you with information, good words and sentences
and so on. Come on, try to use them to write an essay of your own.
Good parts of speech
High mountains, strange mountains, barren hills, mountain slopes and forests
Thousands of mountains, green mountains and jungles, mountains and rocks in various shapes, bold mountains and clear waters
Beautiful mountains, clear mountains, tall trees, valleys, valleys, green mountains and green waters, Qinghai and Qingshan Mountains
There are peaks on the peaks, clear and beautiful, not a blade of grass grows, towering in the sky, surrounded by clouds and mist
Strange peaks stand majestic, majestic clusters of mountains Thousands of mountains and ridges
Good Sentences
The mountains exposed by the clouds are floating in clusters like islands.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful cloth.
Mountain waves and peaks are layer upon layer.
The mountains are black and green, with no edges or edges, and the top of the cliff is as sharp as a knife or an ax.
The undulating loess hills are really like the waves of a great flood.
Longshantou stands like a tomb in the night.
The mountains on both sides of the Xiajiang River rise and fall so high that it makes people dizzy.
The deep valley is eerily quiet and cold.
The ravine was filled with snow, as high as the back of the mountain, and became a large square covered with flat snow.
The morning sun is shining, and the mountain is like a shy girl, looming, and the sunset is shining on the west mountain.
Good Duan Lei
Standing here and looking at it, it’s really strange. The mountains have simply changed. Their shapes are very different from those seen from the plains or mid-mountain. They have become very strange. Layered, messy, majestic and strange. Looking up, the mountains are the sky, and the sky is also the mountains. There are mountains all around, as if your nose can touch the mountains at any time.
I saw a misty giant peak protruding in the distance, surrounded by dozens of small stone peaks. If you look closely, the giant peaks look like Sun Wukong holding a golden hoop, and the small peaks look like little monkeys grabbing their ears and cheeks. Look, Sun Wukong is leading his children to kill Nantianmen. Under the pale sky, the mountains are as black as iron, solemn and solemn. The red sun is rising, and the peaks are dark blue. Immediately afterwards, the mist appeared, and the milky white gauze separated the mountains, leaving only the cyan peaks. It really looked like a landscape painting with refreshing brushwork and dense density. After a while, the fog dissipated again, and the mountainous rock walls and cliffs were dyed red by the rays of the sun, and gradually turned into a bronze color, contrasting with the green trees and green fields, making them look particularly magnificent. .
Overlapping mountains, not a single village or a rice field can be seen. These mountains are like some drunken old men, leaning against each other, sleeping for tens of millions of years. There are dreams that awaken them, and no one has ever dared to penetrate into their hearts. Even the most adventurous hunter only comes to their feet, chasing the goats, wild boars and birds that run down the mountain, and never climbs its peaks. .
There is nothing more charming than the green hills after the spring rain. The entire hillside is covered with lush green, and the mist that has not yet dissipated is like elegant silk, wrapped around its waist in strands. , the sunshine turned the raindrops on each leaf into colorful pearls.
The sharp-knife-like hill carries a few wisps of milky white fog, and in the mist, a slender line is vaguely visible.
This stone wall is like a skyscraper pressing upward, so high that it looks as if it is about to collapse. On the top of the mountain, the dense woods are like a huge black blanket buckled on the cliff. From the black and green, clusters of unknown wild flowers jump out of the rock wall.
5. How to write an essay on mountain climbing
Today, the wind and sun are beautiful, it is a good weather, our family decided to go mountain climbing, essay on mountain climbing.
We drove to the foot of the mountain , looking up, the mountain is quite high. Although it is winter, it is still green. The steps extending from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain are like a long white dragon winding up. The people on the steps are in high spirits and slowly Climb to the top of the mountain.
I couldn’t wait. I took steps to climb up without waiting for my parents and sister. One level, two levels, three levels... I could only hear the crisp sound coming from behind. The shouting: "Sister, wait for me!" It turned out to be my six-year-old sister who saw me climbing so fast and stamped her feet anxiously. I stopped and looked back, only to see my parents and sister still standing at the foot of the mountain. , I was secretly happy. My mother shouted to me: "Slow down, be careful!" I agreed while continuing to head towards the top of the mountain. Everyone was left far behind by me. Gradually, my physical strength began to feel a little I couldn't stand it, and my feet seemed to be tied with big rocks, which became heavier and heavier. At this time, I saw a stone bench not far ahead, and a burst of joy rose in my heart. So I cheered up and worked hard step by step. Climbing up, I walked to the stone bench and sat down on it. A cool breeze blew in, which was refreshing. I admired the scenery on the mountain. I didn’t know when my sister’s voice rang in my ears. : "Sister, we're catching up with you!" I realized then that I had been sitting for a long time. So, I stood up and rushed up again, but my feet didn't obey my orders, and my steps became faster and faster. Slowly. My father supported me and encouraged me, saying: "Persistence is victory!" 6. Write a composition about mountains
Speaking of Wudang Mountain, it is very beautiful. Flowers bloom in spring and summer. There are green trees, misty fog in autumn, and white snow in winter. In spring, the clear springs in Wudang Mountain flow down, just like Li Bai's poem "Flying down three thousand feet, it seems that the Milky Way has fallen from the sky." The ground is green, flowers are in bloom, and the mountains and plains are bright and white.
In the summer, Wudang Mountain is full of green trees, and tall trees are everywhere. Visitors are exposed to the sun, and when they go to enjoy the shade under the green trees, they will feel as cool as if they are in a fairyland in the sky. In autumn, the golden summit of Wudang Mountain is shrouded in heavy fog, as if it is sandwiched between heaven and earth. It is difficult to go up to the sky and difficult to come down to the earth. The heavy fog surrounding Wudang Mountain seems to be the "Father in Heaven" when Yu Old Man Moved the Mountain. Once you come to this "heavenly wonderland", you will be nostalgic for it. ", the stream at the foot of the mountain tinkled "drumming".
In the winter, the Nanyan Palace on Wudang Mountain is completely white, like an iceberg. The whole body is covered in white, like a little girl wearing a white hat.
The four seasons in Wudang Mountain are beautiful, but the four seasons in the motherland are even more beautiful! 7. Me and the Mountain Composition Four Hundred and Fifty Cross
Looking from a distance, a pointed peak protrudes above the pines. ah! That is the mountain in my hometown.
As we got closer, acacia trees stood on the cliffs, looking like soldiers with majesty.
To the east of the mountain is a fruit forest. Less than thirty meters away, you can smell bursts of fruity fragrance, which makes people salivate and forget to leave. How tempting are the fruits! The peaches are pink, soft and plump, like the skin of a newborn baby. The apples are red, smooth and shiny, just like the red cheeks of a little girl, making people want to take a bite.
There is a wide stream on the south side of the mountain. No matter it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, it is the same every day, sparkling and extremely beautiful. The small fish in the stream are like the dots of tea leaves in a cup of green tea, floating and refreshing, which is refreshing.
The west side of the mountain is an empty no-man’s land. Although no one lives in it, it is a paradise for birds. Looking from a distance, many colorful birds flock in Guangmao. It hovers and flies over the grass, reflecting the sky beautifully and making people fascinated.
The most beautiful thing is the north side of the mountain - a place that has been called the place where people drink the northwest wind since ancient times. But I often go there because there is a fascinating waterfall there. Although it is not as high as Niagara Falls, which plummets three thousand feet, it is my favorite and most unforgettable place.
Staring at it from a distance can forget all the unpleasantness. The water column poured down from the top of the mountain, shattering into pieces of rapids. Many rapids finally merged into a large river, flowing to the south of the mountain, bringing inexhaustible water of life to mankind. The fragrant fruits in the orchard, the beautiful scenery on the hillside, and the never-ending stream are the mountains of my hometown. 8. How to write an essay on I am a cloud
If I am a cloud
My life is free and leisurely. My body is also ethereal and invisible. I have no limit to my life. ---As long as I don't turn into rain and scatter in the world. I can chase the stars, mix with the moon, and block the red face of the sun. I play and frolic every day, and I have forgotten how many years I have lived. I am beautiful, I can change into another shape with the wind in an instant, and I can also use the afterglow of the sunset as my own veil. Some of my companions died trying to save humanity and nature, and I thought that was ridiculous.
I love to play close to the ground. Once, I was walking and suddenly felt that my whole body was getting hot. I looked down and saw a factory full of flames, screams everywhere, and explosions from time to time. A man and a woman held hands and ran away, but were surrounded by flames. The man pushed the woman out hard, but he was burned beyond recognition by the fire. I couldn't help but feel that my eyes were a little wet, no, I couldn't, I would not die for mankind. I turned my head and stopped looking, but the crying and shouting made me look down: a child was groping around with his hands. Crying "Mom, where are you?" "I'm here, child! Get out quickly!" The mother pushed the child out with her hands, and the child went out, but the mother------My tears are in My eyes were spinning, and I could no longer control myself, letting tears flow down my face. I would be very satisfied if my life ended by bringing them hope of life. I finally saw the beauty of the world. At the moment of life and death, they always leave their hope of life to others. At this moment, I feel that my body is getting weaker and weaker, and I feel that my life is about to end. But I don't regret it.
If I were a cloud, I would dedicate myself to mankind at the last moment of my life!