A Complete Collection of Scenery and Lyrical Compositions
Today’s events will also become the past, but this autumn dusk scene will remain in my heart forever. In the spring morning, all things are reborn. The following is a collection of lyrical scene writing compositions shared with you, I hope you like it.
A Complete Collection of Scenery and Lyrical Compositions
In the beautiful campus of 101, such "winter pictures" can be seen everywhere. Walking on the boulevard, the cold wind took away the warm breath. Colorful fallen leaves fluttered down, paving a golden and green flower carpet, as if paving a road leading to the campus for winter. When you step on these leaves, the "squeaking" sound is the natural sound of nature, which makes people feel pity. The only green pout left on the wicker can be seen jumping in front of my eyes. While walking, I was weaving wicker sticks and feeling the comfort of winter in the cold wind.
We walked to the grassland on the hillside. The grass was already mottled with yellow and green. There were obviously fewer students resting or playing on the lawn. Is Xiaocao getting ready to take off, rest and enjoy the scenery in winter, and regain vitality in spring? Willow tree, you want Xiaocao to study!
In front of the teaching building, the students hurriedly walked , the teachers are busy as usual. However, the delicate flowers and willows in spring, the blooming flowers in summer, and the abundant fruits in autumn, these colors have transformed and attached themselves to people. The colorful jumps made those coats look less heavy, and the people looked less like they were made of snowballs. The greetings between classmates and the warm hands between teachers and students are also a beautiful scenery.
On the way to the grassland, a few trees among the many "grooming commanders" look very special. . Several evergreen pine trees stand upright, like border guards guarding the motherland.
Winter is like a teacher. She taught us to take more breaks after intense work and recharge our batteries to face greater challenges. Just like 101 grass.
Winter is like a hand that warms people's hearts. What she shows to people are warm pictures and beautiful cultural landscapes.
Winter is like a tester. She tests whether people’s willpower is strong and determined, and allows people to exercise themselves in the wind and snow. As the saying goes: How can you see a rainbow without wind and rain? Complete Collection of Scenery and Lyrical Compositions II
I once liked the sound of the whistling wind, the singing of birds in the morning, the simple laughter, and the crispness. The sound of wind chimes? Now, I fall in love with the euphemistic continuous and ups and downs of the sound of the piano.
Piano sound has no fixed melody, no single timbre, and no same feeling.
The sound of the piano can be an elegant piano sound, a clear guitar sound, a noble violin sound, or a sad xun sound.
The sound of the piano can be the turmoil of "Symphony of Destiny", the sadness of "Butterfly Lovers", the beauty of "Jasmine", or the intimacy of "Für Elise".
I don’t know when, but I, who have always been indifferent to music, fell in love with the sound of the piano. When I was worried, angry, happy, or sad, I would always bring a chair to sit by the window and listen to the music. Looking at the earth rendered by the sunshine outside the window, I listened to the beautiful music of the piano. At that moment, all emotions disappeared, leaving only the euphemism or turmoil in the ears.
In the sound of the piano, all beauty and ugliness, good and evil must be tasted note by note. It has no fixed meaning and no fixed understanding. This is an open sky that allows you to be free. Feel the mood of the music.
In the sound of the piano, I found the dream that had been hidden in my heart, saw the brilliant flowers at dawn, heard the heartbeat of each note? I also heard my own heartbeat.
If God really exists in this world, then the sound of the piano must be his most sincere gift to the world.
Everything is beautiful, just like the sound of a piano.
A Complete Collection of Three Scenery and Lyrical Compositions
Under the autumn dusk, everything is sad and silent. When I came to the fish pond at dusk, I looked at the trees, the pond, the wind, and the day, which merged into a tragic and lonely painting in the blood-red sunset light.
The tree, the maple tree, has that huge crown, which is full of red maple leaves. It is very beautiful and spectacular, but paired with the trunk that is empty in the center and has a big hole, it looks so... Tragic and desolate. What kind of picture is that? A tree trunk that can be broken with just one flying kick. The tree trunk is slightly bent against the crown of the tree under the weight of those adults. It seems that it can fall at any time. However, it did not, it still held on, it did not bow to fate, and was unwilling to leave this beautiful world easily.
The fallen leaves are falling, dancing like butterflies, dancing, dancing, and at the last moment of death, dancing the most beautiful dance in life. Dance to the ground and make one last wish: after death, I will turn into spring mud to protect the tree that supports me. May the tree continue to live strong and the new leaves that inherit its mission grow healthily.
The root is deeply rooted in the soil. It hears the wish of the fallen leaves, and it will help the fallen leaves to fulfill the wishes of the leaves. But due to some things, it got sick, a very serious disease, a disease that would kill it if it relaxed even a little bit. It gritted its teeth and refused to give up the hope of living.
The wind whistled, lamenting the death of fallen leaves, admiring the strength of the tree, and admiring the tenacity of the roots. The wind picked up some pond water, grabbed a handful of soil, and gave it to the tree to express its feelings.
Fish, fish lurking in the water, jumped out of the water one by one, facing the sunset, as if urging the sunset to set quickly, come early to tomorrow, end the day, and end the pain of the day.
I walked to the tree, touched the trunk, picked up the fallen leaves, put the fallen leaves in the palm of my hand, put my palms together, and bowed to the trunk to represent my sadness, admiration, and sigh for the tree.
The sun sets quickly and it is already dark. A new day is coming, and today's events will become the past, but this autumn dusk scene will remain in my heart forever. In the spring morning, all things are reborn. A Complete Collection of Four Scenery and Lyrical Compositions
After a light rain, I walked alone on the wet path beside the park lawn, breathing in the fragrant smell of the soil and admiring the unique beauty of nature.
In the distance, the looming mountains look like a lying giant, and the floating white mist is like a mysterious veil, hiding the giant's figure. The buildings beside the park are hidden in the shade of green trees and flowers. In the park, the grass is greener, the flowers are blooming, and the big trees are sprouting new buds. Looking down from a height, the park looks like a large tapestry inlaid with gems. Maybe this is the flower headscarf that Miss Spring dropped! Look at the crystal dewdrops on the flowers, grass, and leaves. Aren’t these the tears that Miss Spring shed when she laughed!
? Gah, gah, you Listen, what is this sound? Oh, it turns out to be a few little ducks playing in the pond. Even the birds were chirping on the branches.
A breeze blew by, and Miss Chun's slender hands caused ripples in the lake water. In the lake, several small fish jumped out of the lake and went back. This scene adds a bit of vitality to the poetic spring scenery.
In the park, a group of old people are doing morning exercises. Some are doing Tai Chi, and some are doing fitness dance. As the saying goes, "A day's plan begins in the morning." There are a few children reading in the morning leaning against the big tree. The crisp sound is really soul-stirring. There are also some children who are having fun. They play hide-and-seek for a while, and eagles and chickens for a while. They chase each other, which is very lively. Among the adults who come here to rest after work, some are chatting, some are flying kites, some are fishing, and a few people gather around a table to compete in chess while sipping the best tea. The whole park is filled with joyful atmosphere.
At this time, a drop of rain and dew fell into my collar, making it cool. Oh, isn’t this the memory that spring has engraved in my heart? ;