In weekday study, work and life, we are no strangers to essay writing, right? According to the characteristics of writing propositions, essays can be divided into propositional essays and non-propositional essays. What kind of an essay can be called an excellent essay? The following is my essay on the topic of landscape, I hope it can help you.
I live in a small city, there are no attractions, there are only two fitness plazas and two ordinary parks, have been there many times, feel nothing interesting.
The other day, I went downstairs to buy things, saw a lot of neighborhood old people and some uncles and aunts are busy tending to the vegetable garden it, we are busy talking and laughing, not lively! This garden, originally a small garden, in the past property workers planted some flowers in it, and then the flowers are withered, and then in the spring, the neighborhood people will be whimsical planted vegetables. We each bring seeds, there are eggplant, beans, cabbage, onions ...... people do not distinguish between you and me, sowing together, *** with sharing.
Every afternoon, some people came to loosen the soil, some people came to water, some people came to fertilize, hoping that everyone's vegetable garden more lush. After a period of time, the garden became green, and all kinds of vegetables grew well and were ready to eat.
Look, some old people pull a few green onions, go back to do seasoning; some aunts break a few cabbage leaves, go back to hit the rice bag; some uncles pick two eggplants, go home to do stir-fry ...... These are all fresh and environmentally friendly vegetables ah!
The garden is for all of us, I think it is more beautiful than the garden! Even places of interest are not as beautiful as the scenery of our neighborhood. Here, we are not divided, just like a paradise in the world as happy.
In ordinary places, there are also beautiful scenery, you may also come to our vegetable garden, and bring back some vegetables to taste fresh!
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Early in the morning, seems to be a sketch of the ink is not yet a few, elegant and pure and simple. In the thin morning mist, vaguely visible green trees of the nickel style, that a piece of vibrant strong grass, but also green dazzling, green apparently, like a bland water dissolved into a cube of sugar after the taste, so that the people intoxicated. Early in the morning and a new day of the green bird makes, she came, dispersed the night, motherly to the earth, gently from the east side of the light brown damask diffused on the ground. Then, and gently, warmly woke up the mountains, woke up the ground, woke up the sweet sleep of life, so that heaven and earth for a moment of renewal, a light, the ground woke up, so charming, so pliable, like the cradle of the first waking up of the baby in the childishly wide-open watery eyes, dripping look at the wake up their own mothers, so innocently, so obedient.
Early in the morning woke up a new life, for nature to bring unlimited vitality.
The sun finally came out, luminous like a naughty doll, flickering in the milky white mist. White dancer-like mist in the role of the sun, slowly hidden. The distant houses, trees gradually revealed themselves.
The night curtain slowly dropping from the air, outside the window, sickle-like jade ring hanging diagonally in the night sky. On the canopy, the stars are dotted, like jewels adorned on the basalt curtain. A wisp of clear talk of the moonlight, from the window straight through to the bed.
The landscape as the topic of the essay 3Just on the first day of junior high school, the new environment, the new collective feel very strange, the next class will sit on the seat, occasionally look out the window. The first thing that caught my eye was the garden next to the carport, it's not big, but it's very beautiful, with a wide variety of species, and many that I don't recognize.
I have been very fond of flowers and plants since I was a child, and I think it is a kind of beautiful enjoyment to appreciate them, and go to the garden to walk, breathe fresh air, and feel the relaxation and casualness that nature brings to us after a tense period of study.
Gradually, walking in the garden became my habit, and I also know its designer - Grandpa Lu, he is the city's model worker, he helped us design this garden, helped us build a good learning environment.
Later, Grandpa Lu often appeared in front of our eyes, he helped the school to remove the garbage we left behind inadvertently, to help us prune that beautiful flowers and plants, to organize them in shape and color, posture enchanting. Especially from a high place, like a beautiful landscape painting.
Grandpa Lu, he lived a simple life, hard-working, no matter what the wind and rain, he held his post, not at all slack. Gradually, several girls got acquainted with Grandpa Lu, and sometimes helped him sort out the weeds in the garden and worked with him.
Grandpa Lu also has a very good understanding of flowers and trees, often talk to us about flowers and plants, tell us what the flower is called, what the tree is called, what are the characteristics of this flower, what are the habits of the grass. In the communication with Grandpa Lu, we found Grandpa Lu's amiability, treating people warmly and his meticulous.
In the spring, drizzle, the beautiful garden has become a bright landscape in the campus! And that wind in the rain Lu grandfather is not also a bright beam of light ......
Essay 4 on the topic of landscapeYou do not have a shapely and delicate body, only rough skin to tell your story; you do not have colorful flowers, only robust arms to interpret your greatness; you do not have the pretensions of the wind and flowers, only the Silent and wordless tenderness flows in the heart. In my mind, you are the most beautiful scenery on campus - the old elm tree.
"The wind does not sway, no wind automatic", you say this is a proud, not climbing, not dependent; not hurt ancient, not sad, you say this is calm, this is calm.
When I first met you, I was just a freshman in seventh grade. The season of "boundless fallen trees under the Xiao Xiao" will always trigger the infinite sadness of the young girl. The rough bark of the tree can not hide your endless vicissitudes, yellowed leaves in the rusty autumn wind fluttering aimlessly. Pick up a yellow leaf, my heart surged ten thousand dendrobium of idle sadness.
"The departure of the leaf, is it because of the pursuit of the wind, or because the tree does not retain?" I sighed helplessly, I do not know whether to ask myself, or ask you. You do not say, but the ear came to the sound of reading, "young people do not know sadness, love on the floor; love on the floor, for the endowment of new words to talk about sadness ......"
Is this your answer to me? At that time I did not understand, only in the heart of the silent note, such an autumn, the old elm tree with me to see the yellow butterflies fluttering all over the tree "into the spring mud more protective flowers"...... finally into the eighth grade, see you, not a year ago those inexplicable sadness. See you, I finally know, the original maturity is not hurt ancient, not sad autumn calm and calm; rather than put on a pair of young and old, sad and compassionate doings.
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The landscape is still fascinating, had been heavily imprinted on our hearts, let us revisit the scenery that remains in the heart.
Dad's harshness, mom's hard work, have made me hate and loathe. I like to be close to my grandpa and grandma's world, because their earnest expectations and warmth have always made me happy and carefree, as if I were bathing in the sea of love.
That year, the spring breeze rose again, left in the bottom of my heart the scenery is no longer bleak, once harsh, once ordered, but now no longer!
The scenery stayed in my heart eternally, but could no longer feel my father's severity, once commanded!
It was a friend who gave me comfort; it was a friend who gave me hugs; we were always innocent, always together after school, going to school, always accompanied by the shadow.
We laughed, we cried, we cheered, we shouted!
However, the sudden quarrel as if by the endless abyss cut off the road between us, we are no longer together, once believed that there is no real friendship in the world!
The graduation photo framed me and your youthful appearance, now you are more mature, although we are separated from each other, but we will always be good friends! That scenery eternally in my heart, they are still with me until forever. Strangers silent help, although they do not know, but they give a smile, eyes but forever in the bottom of my heart to become a bright landscape. This incomparably bright scenery will always remain in the bottom of my heart, their smile, a gesture, all make me hang on!
The spring of the thousands of purple and red, but also the paper is intoxicated; summer prosperity is also turbid; winter is romantic and fascinating is also cold; autumn is colorful is also the residual fall fading
But only you, stay in the bottom of my heart to the scenery!
Sunday morning, I got up early and strolled through the streets of Lycheng, enjoying the pleasant scenery of the city in the morning.
Walking in the street, I looked east, only to see a light penetrating the clouds thin wisps, sprinkled on the earth, sprinkled on the human face, coated with a layer of golden glory, as if to each sunset a person a title everyone's hair. At the same time, I feel ears morning, the hustle and bustle of the cool no noise, the sound of car horns ticking, only the morning wind sings in my ears, blowing a little bit of hair tousled cause on me.
Morning runners are enjoying the natural eco-beauty from nature's natural bounty, and they can run leisurely. Seeing such a scene in China, I also heartily yearn for it, and can't help but join the morning running team. Running, the problem in front of the students appeared a "bright cultural landscape", a city square on the roadside, there are dozens of children wearing the development of red as the clothes of the old auntie, holding a flower fan, with a smile on our faces, swinging and twisting, dancing in the morning breeze, it looks like they are very happy. Stopping time to watch the crowd, some of them also move "martial arts", it seems that they also want to be in their "situation".
In the morning, how many people want to go to the time, fresh air, beautiful scenery, leisurely mood, I was y moved by it, I remembered the teacher taught a sentence: a day's plan in the morning. I think, in the future, every Sunday morning to get up early, go out for a walk, into the environment, into society, from the morning to a better tomorrow.
Essay 7 on the topic of landscapeThere are many beautiful landscapes in the world, and everyone will see the most beautiful scenery in their heart, maybe the magnificent Great Wall of China, maybe the magnificent Huangguoshu Falls, maybe the greetings of others, maybe the spring scenery of a hundred flowers. But I think the most beautiful scenery in my heart is the winter snow.
The snow is white and has various shapes, it is unpolluted and very charming. I think they are a symbol of the purity of a group of lovely elves.
Before the snow fell, what was a white cloud slowly turned into a dark cloud mixed with red, orange, blue and endless variations. The dark cloud covered the blue sky like a large crystal, and the sky suddenly became dim, as if it was going to collapse and suffocate. The snow fell slowly. First, it was small particles. After a while, it turned into a goose feather. Finally, it became a fall leaf." Shu Shu" landed. I took a snowflake in my hand, and when it fell into my hand, it instantly melted and turned into a crystal bead. Isn't it a symbol of purity? I prefer these elves.
Snow still falls, as round as jade, as light as mist, freely and freely in the piercing cold wind, falling on the ground to freeze pests; falling on the grass, putting a layer of silver on the grass; falling on the wall, falling on the roof, falling on the tree branches, the whole world turned white, like a white watercolor painting!
The snow stopped, I and my buddies happily in the snow, pile up snowmen, snowball fight play.
Snow! You are a symbol of purity, which makes people respect you more; you are the most beautiful clothes in the world, covering everything on earth with silver; you are a charming watercolor painting, which makes people marvel; you are the most beautiful scenery, which makes me love you more!
Essay on the topic of landscape 8My hometown is located in a beautiful small mountain village, the four seasons of the year is as beautiful as a picture. It feels like you are walking into a continuous picture.
In the spring, everything wakes up. The beautiful spring comes all year round, like a bright green dress and a basket full of flowers.
Flowers bloom scattered on the ground, and suddenly, the trees. They are: pears, peaches, apricots and other wildflowers bloom all over the earth. Lovely little birds singing everywhere on the branches of the joyful status. Green, flowers, birds make the world a better place and make you long like in a dream.
Summer, already impatient, hurriedly came, she woke up the sleeping sun, make it red, like a big fireball.
The red sun made the 497th Legion blush, and they had to hide in their homes. The grass and trees took off their tender green clothes and put on new green clothes.
The hot summer slowly passed. Langshang autumn brought a good harvest, but also let the trees lose all their leaves. During this time, Uncle Farmer was very busy. Because the fruits have just been harvested, the grain will also be harvested. The joy of harvest is everywhere.
Animals also prepare for winter, birds a warm place to go. And next year another springs back.
The arrival of winter makes children happy. Because of the snow in winter you can build snowmen and have snowball fights. Winter is coming again, and the most beautiful season is coming again. I live in this beautiful hometown. I am really proud of it. I love my hometown!
Essay 9 on the topic of sceneryToday is an outdoor class. My teacher and I went to the south park of the city.
I was looking forward to a full heart, into the South Park, saw a few birds chirping and chirping trees, as if also singing swinging songs!
The lovely birds welcomed us warmly with their sweet songs!
There, all kinds of flowers bloomed, red like fire, pink like colorful sunset, white like snow, emitting a variety of charming fragrance.
The Grass brothers tenaciously broke free from the ground, both in summer and winter, Grandpa protected the delicate grass with both arms.
Central Park is a lake, crystal clear.
There are small fish swimming around at the bottom of the lake as if they are playing hide-and-seek!
On the other side of the lake there is a man-made pavilion which is very useful in summer! It's a great place for people to chill out.
Sitting in the pavilion, under the breeze, chatting and enjoying the beautiful scenery is enough to call it one of the best things in life!
If you go to the south side of the park at night, you will see a different night in the south side of the park, both sides of the street lamps on the right, accompanied by the music of the boom not good is appropriate?
The most notable feature of the South Park than the musical fountain, engaged in a musical fountain, the day then worry about things will immediately forget about it all. Simply amazing!
If you go to South Park to feel it, it must be more beautiful than I said!
This is a Southern City Park that I am proud of in my eyes. No matter where I go in the future, I will never forget the beauty of my home city, South Park!
I know this beauty, and I'm sure you will!
Essay on Landscape 10"The water flowed straight down from a height of three thousand feet, as if the bright galactic waters had fallen from the nine heavens." This is a thrilling beauty; however, there is also a kind of beauty that, though ordinary, leaves the deepest and most beautiful imprint on the heart.
During the summer vacation, I went to play in Chongdugou. Far away, I went through the woods to hear the sound of the waterfall, like blowing through the gusts, the mountain suddenly turned, ah! See the body of the waterfall! Such a scene can not be compared to a small knowledge of Aoyama Silver lifted. The waterfall looks spectacular ah feet standing, sifting pearls! The air is puffed from time to time, it blows smoke, mist, such as dust.
In such a hot summer, the scene is really cool. As soon as I looked up, I drank the last saliva from the mineral water bottle and threw the empty bottle away. I thought, I can finally get rid of this burden. And then proceeded to enjoy the spectacular waterfall.
After a while, an old, long, white grandmother walked into the distance. She slowly bent down and y picked up the bottle I had just left, then walked a short distance to the garbage can and carefully and cautiously placed the bottle in the garbage can and slowly lowered it down.
All I had already skimmed through without realizing it and could think of was my grandmother. Her series of actions, for me, how easy it is, but things are going what a few steps, I do not want to do this, so that the otherwise clean landscape has a stain. The figure grandmother, although the body less obedient to the call, but still tirelessly picking up garbage on the road, without the slightest reluctance, no loud complaints. I always say to contribute to the motherland, loyal to the country, is a practical action, put these words out of the window. The grandmother, although did not say, just quietly do something, this is how valuable spirit ah!
The waterfall straight down Chongdu ditch is very beautiful, but in my heart, the old lady bent over to pick up bottles is the most beautiful scenery!
After the fine rain, walking on the bridge, I encountered a beautiful landscape.
The sky is far away from hanging a curve of orange red, a few silk into strands of intertwined white clouds into a neon rainbow. Sunset has been out, lazy light spread in the lake, I do not know whether it just rained, the lake is more green, as far as the green emerald embedded in a few silver edges, the sunset stood me, I saw the opposite side of the slow walk over to the two people.
Two people have been older, the years left them stained white frost and hunchbacked back, of course, there is only a section of the road they remembered to walk, when I saw the woman lightly sat on the man, the man with a hand on the crutches, a hand against the woman's waist, feel that they are such a natural and ordinary walk is a set of the surrounding scenery as a backdrop of the "flow" of the picture called "love", and I think it's a good thing that they have a lot of time. "The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.
When we walked across the street, they smiled at me tenderly, that smile, is the most obvious tacit understanding between the two, they carry through the wind and rain of the calm and laugh at the life of the clouds and wind, they are detached from the surrounding 'scenery, a piece of scenery of their own. My heart was touched hard, because I realized what love is from this windy landscape.
Support each other when the rain comes to snuggle, in the dark to find the real road for each other, on the road to comfort each other to inspire, after the rain to keep each other walking. At some point, the two have traveled far. Two people walking with each other can walk their whole life. The road was still wet, and their footprints could not be seen at all. However, their backs kept enlarging and enlarging in front of my eyes, until all my vision was their hands holding each other.
I continued to walk off the bridge, silently treasuring the scenery that touched my heart.
Today is a long-awaited good day, mom promised a long time ago to accompany me to the Pearl of the Orient to play, I got up early, but went out to see, but found that it was raining. Oops really bad luck! I secretly complained: the old days ah! Why did not you yesterday and the day before yesterday, but today! Because of the rain, this outdoor activity is so ruined, I am very disappointed.
This pattering rain, sprinkled on the leaves, leaves helplessly shaking body; poured on the grass, grass slowly tired of bending up the waist, the sky is gray. Alas, this weekend can only stay at home again! I was extremely reluctant to pull out a random book from the bookshelf to look at.
Slowly, the plot of the book attracted me, and without realizing it, I read a large part of the book. Until both feet a little numb, I realized that I sat for a long time, it is time to walk around.
I walked outside the front door and unexpectedly found that the rain had stopped. The trees looked even more verdant and upright after the rain. There are still some naughty water droplets, the green leaves as a slide, giggling from the previous leaf rolled to the next leaf, not a moment before the shadow is gone. The sky looked like it had been washed by the rain, light blue, light blue, and some transparent. The air was also much fresher. Grass washed away all the fatigue, it looks like a big mouthful of fresh air!
My heart is also like the weather, from rain to sunshine. Hey, what's there to complain about ah, although the rain did not go out to play, but God took the opportunity to give nature a bath!
There is a very beautiful garden next to the hall on our campus. It's like spring all year round. It's comfortable to sit on the stone benches and talk. In the summer, it is also the best choice to take a cool ride!
The first thing that comes to mind is the golden yellow spring flowers, which hang down as if they were a waterfall of flowers. Each flower is like a golden butterfly, fluttering between the branches and leaves. A gust of wind whisked by and the flowers swayed a little, as if they were dancing.
Spring flowers on both sides, is the evergreen iron tree "grandfather". In my eyes, I think it is "never old tree people".
Behind the spring flowers is a patch of grass with a lot of long, thin green grass, so people look bright. In the green grass surrounded by a few large trees towering, like a sentry on guard duty, when guarding our campus. Although the autumn leaves baby left the embrace of the mother tree, or give a person a kind of cool beauty. Deep in the grass, but also "hidden" a few fake mountains! This fake mountain, became a unique landscape in the grass. The rockery is surrounded by small stones. I believe that once you see it, you will linger.
In the fall, the osmanthus trees bloom yellow osmanthus flowers, if you see, will be attracted by the elegant osmanthus flowers, so that you feel fresh before your eyes. Immediately, all the troubles will disappear, the mood is very happy, as if the rain is over. Osmanthus fragrance, ten miles of fragrance, so that people can not help but walk to the side, enjoy its elegance.
This garden, spring flowers blooming, summer green trees into the shade, autumn osmanthus fragrance floating ten miles, winter snowflakes piled up branches. Campus beauty, it is not it!
Essay 14 on the topic of landscapeIf you don't remember the last time you watched the sun set, watch the sunset this evening. Few things connect you to the love and joy of nature faster than watching a sunset, whether that sunset is on top of a mountain, in the middle of an ocean, over a desert or grassland, or over a city. Each one is different, but each one is gorgeous and beautiful.
Every sunset is filled with wonderful colors, from glorious reds to brilliant greens, from quiet purples to dazzling oranges, and exciting yellows. Each is a masterpiece of nature's loving hand, and each is a testament to the love that nature has bequeathed to the world and to all people.
The beauty of a glorious sunset is unparalleled, as is the beauty of life. Like a dreamy sunset, a life rooted in the soul has an enduring beauty. Its love and joy light up the sky, its giving and sharing bring color and joy to the world. Its marvelous energy flows into every heart and soul around it. Like a glorious sunset, it is also ever-changing. It grows moment by moment, toward a wider sense of great joy and love and oneness with nature.
May we all, then, live radiantly beautiful lives. May we all be rooted in our souls and shine like the sun. May we all light up the sky with kindness and love, joy and delight. May we all use the clouds in our lives to bring us more magnificent beauty and wonder. May we all weave our lives into a beautiful sunset view with kindness, benevolence, vigor, vitality, joy, delight, and harmony with nature. Nature does love us very much and gives us a lifetime of magnificent sunsets May we all truly love nature, live in love, share in joy, celebrate in light, and dedicate this splendid life to her.
A star fell, darkening the entire starry sky; a flower withered, barren the entire spring; a failure, can not stop the entire voyage of life; a landscape, different people with different ways to interpret?
There is a kind of scenery called quiet leisure, such as a bend of the spring, bubbling flow, wave charming. That is Wang Wei in the green bamboo forest between a sound of playing the piano elegant; that is Jikang in the mountain hut under the iron clanging: that is Tao Qian in the east fence leisurely picking chrysanthemums comfortable; that is Lu Yu quietly bubble a cup of fragrant tea calmly.
There is a kind of landscape called the grandeur, such as a wave of tidal water rushing, splashing waves. That is Li Bai singing wine, was relegated to exile, but still sing, "the sky laughed out the door, my generation is not the people of Artemisia" optimism and open-mindedness: that is Xin Qiji "800 miles under the banner of the scorching, fifty strings over the sound of the outside world, the sands of the autumn point of view" of the zeal of the country.
There is a kind of scenery called red courage and loyalty, such as a river of spring water like a vast and rippling. That is Qu Yuan diligently cultivate, self-improvement, up and down the quest, cynicism of the heart; that is the Yang family generals before and after the fight against the Liao army, both loyal and courageous, loyal to the country's heroic legend.
There is a kind of scenery called moving, such as a vein of fine stream, silk warm heart, drops of tears. That is Li Long with life to activate life, with the hope of expanding the hope of the heart; that is the snow and ice, thirteen farmers brothers with the action of the articulation of love without words; that is Li Guilin, Lu Jianfen couple for the children of the mountains and leave their own children, in the mountains of the hard work of the true love of the teaching without words.