Part I Primary Sixth Grade Scenic Essay
Spring is here, and every corner of the earth is full of the breath of spring.
In the campus, everywhere is a bright spring Lu Xiang. Willow tree drew out a thin willow silk, decorated with yellowish leaves; grass with the aroma of the soil drilled out, a cluster, a cluster, and tender and green flowers also stretched out, yawned, poked out a small head; children are out of the heavy winter clothes, put on both lightweight and colorful spring clothes; birds flew out of the house, sang a beautiful song, tell us: spring is here!
Spring is really here, in the pond, in the field, in the sky, everywhere is glowing with vitality. The scenery of nature has also become colorful. Sunny days, warm sunshine on the body, soft spring breeze on the face, both warm and comfortable: in the rainy days, from time to time exploded a burst of spring thunder, both thrilling and exciting.
The spring scenery is too beautiful, the mood of people in the spring is even more beautiful. Rickety a whole winter waist straightened, happy smiling face full of hope. The park is bustling again, taking pictures of young people, fishing old people, catching insects of children, one by one, intoxicated in the embrace of nature, linger.
People are busier in the spring. As the saying goes: a year's plan is in the spring. You see, in the city's streets and alleys, to and fro shuttling a busy figure, the countryside of the field, farmers are sowing the seeds of hope. The walls of the classroom are plastered with the schedule of the new semester, a new book, there is a lot of fruit of knowledge waiting for us to pick.
I love spring, I like to smell the fragrance of the flowers, see the new green of the trees, hear the crow singing. I love spring because it is full of life and new hope!
Part II Primary Sixth Grade Scenic Essay
Autumn is like a shy little girl, quietly riding on that cool autumn wind drifting, she scattered the fallen leaves to the earth, and offered the ripe fruits to the people ......
The autumn The girl came to the orchard. Apples showed their red cheeks, orange trees hung an orange lantern. The most striking is the pomegranate, pineapple and grapes, see, the pineapple wearing its invincible "golden armor", like a triumphant return, the mighty general. Grapes green like jade, purple like agate, white like frost, beautiful. Pomegranate heavy hanging in the branches, as if in the practice of what stunts like, immobile hanging in the air, and sometimes people will open a big "mouth", revealing a row of solid and powerful "small red teeth".
Autumn girl came to the field, here is a harvest scene. Some of the corn with a full body strength, like a missile like standing there, some are shy to lie in the skin mother's embrace. Grandpa rice smiled and bent his waist, it called all the rice grandparents, in the paddy field dancing "square dance". They danced not only beautifully, but also the same movement, is really impeccable ah! If they form a team to participate in the International Dance Competition, may also win the first prize! Sorghum uncle held up the burning torch, like a serious Olympic torchbearer.
Autumn girl came to the garden, really flowers, fighting, fragrant and charming. Osmanthus mother sowed its fragrant children in all directions, wanting to fill the air with its fragrance. Of course the most beautiful or chrysanthemum fairy, they are red like fire, green like jade, pink like Xia ...... is really beautiful.
The autumn girl came to the woods. From a distance, the trees are like on fire, this is why? It turned out to be a good thing that the maple tree trunk, the maple leaf doll mischievously escaped from the maple tree mother's arms, floating in the air, as if a few fluttering colorful butterflies. The ground is covered with maple leaves, like the earth covered with a winter quilt, step on it issued a "rustle" sound, there is a kind of indescribable comfort.
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< /p>There are four seasons in a year: spring, summer, autumn and winter, and they each have their own style and characteristics. The four seasons in my hometown are very beautiful.
Spring in my hometown can be described by one word: green. Everywhere is a green, green grass, green trees, green mountains, green world. The sun shines brightly on the lawn. The lawn seemed like a green carpet with colorful flowers embroidered on it: white, pink, red ...... like stars in the sky. Bees in this flower home to do guests, in that flower home to do guests, butterflies are also fluttering here. Together they dot the lawn. There are also a lot of small insects in the grass, they are in the green "big forest" in the shuttle. The willows by the river have already sprouted and are growing tender branches. The first thing you need to do is to look at the mountains and see the green in front of your eyes.
Summer in my hometown is hot and beautiful. The stores set out their refrigerators early, and the children scrambled to buy them. In the evening, people are in the yard to cool off. Old people talked in the yard with fans in their hands. Soon, there were more stars, and they winked mischievously to greet people. It was late at night, and people gradually dispersed, and the lights gradually went out, and only the stars and the moon stayed in the sky.
Autumn in my hometown is a colorful picture. The fields are dyed ripe, the golden yellow corn is exposed, the sorghum is shy, the face is red. The farmers are laboring in the fields with joyful smiles on their faces. The leaves of the trees were yellow, and the fallen leaves floated in the air, as if a butterfly was dancing in the air. The wild chrysanthemums on the mountains are also blooming: white and yellow, swaying slightly in the autumn wind.
Winter in my hometown is cold. As soon as you wake up in the morning, there are ice flowers on the glass windows. These ice flowers are in many different forms: some are like birds, some are like fish, some are like coral ...... adding a bright landscape to the window. Yard, the children piled up snowman, snowball fight, play very happy. A short while later, and a small snow, the earth is covered in a white.
The four seasons in my hometown are beautiful, and they are in constant rotation.
Part 4 Primary Sixth Grade Scenic Essay
Weekend home, the car to the road home, the closer to home, the feeling that the temperature is getting cooler and cooler, the air is also a lot of fragrance, Fuli. I found that staying in the city, people have become numb, depressed. The fall, cool, shackled to a summer state of mind, it is time to fly to soothe a bit.
Taking advantage of my husband's rest, we rode a motorcycle to the countryside to play. I let my husband take the countryside path as far as possible, as slow as possible, I can enjoy and appreciate ......
As far as the eye can see, the endless fields, everywhere full of life. A large sweet potato, pumpkin, peanut field, there has been dug plow, there is growing vigorously waiting for the harvest; patches of seedlings, luxuriant, green; flat rice paddies, rice seedlings have been a foot high, dense, neat, like a green carpet, very nice; the most eye-catching is the field of lotus leaves, red lotus, standing lotus, the breeze, sent a burst of fragrance, refreshing, let people Linger; or far or near, egrets sometimes rest, sometimes up and down flying; starry ducks floating in the water, a sweeping; free-range ducks in the water quacking, fluttering; sparrows lively singing in the branches; osmanthus fragrance, refreshing, I breathed y. Trees cover the village farmhouse, people or oxen plowing, or sweeping the sun field sun peanuts, sweet potatoes; or picking pumpkin yards on the side of the road, waiting for vendors to drive home to buy; or leisurely sitting in the doorway, enjoying the morning warmth of the sun. That four sides of the rolling green hills, such as inlaid green belt ...... ah, a beautiful and enchanting rural landscape painting!
This quiet landscape painting, dispersed in the city are full of endless traffic, forests of high-rise brought about by the dull, anxiety, let fly my locked heart for a long time; heart gradually empty through, hurried feet have to stop, there is a free waiting for the soul to peel off the body and mind. Fresh, moist air, cleansing the belly by the gasoline dirt has long been turbid, has been nearly numb to the sense of smell began to mobilize and active, as if to store like, desperately sucking ......
I lamented nature's ingenious work, not manpower can be depicted out of the beauty of the endless charm, not manpower can be achieved to purify the magic of the human mind; nature's ingenious work, not manpower can be depicted out of the beauty of the endless charm, not manpower can achieve purification! The magic of the human mind; nature gifts to us is really too much ......
Close to nature, cherish nature it!
Part 5 Primary Sixth Grade Scenic Essay
I love the golden autumn, and I love the small garden in the autumn even more. There is a small garden in my neighborhood, the kind of very, very small street garden. The garden is small, but it is full of fall colors in the fall.
The sound of the "squeak" of the robin has disappeared from the trees, the green trees have changed into yellow nightgowns, the whistling of the autumn wind also hurried to the garden ......
The garden is surrounded by a short green railing. I strolled through the small garden in the fall, a charming aroma came to my nose. What's going on? It turned out to be an autumn chrysanthemum to take advantage of the beautiful autumn colors on earth to show their gallantry. Further in, a row of holly trees in the cool autumn wind blowing under the unshakeable, like a row of wearing green uniforms are undergoing rigorous training, neatly arranged team, looking at the sycamore tree, as if watching the military show seriously, the autumn wind blowing half-yellow and half-green leaves clattering, as if in the clapping and cheering. There are also a few maple trees here, that originally green leaves by the cool fall wind blew on the red. The right wall of the garden is also covered with creepers, they are like fussy little girl, a moment to wear a green shirt, a moment to wear a beautiful red skirt, a moment to change the yellow coat, an autumn wind blew, the ground is full of red, yellow, half-yellow, half-green leaves, as if to the garden paths paved a layer of flower carpet, beautiful. I often sit on the bench in the garden and look up at the clear sky, and I am fascinated by the thousands of white clouds. Under the light of the soft autumn sun, a piece of white clouds glittering, colorful. He floated gently, sometimes as soft as white yarn, sometimes as soft as silk brocade. At this time, my thoughts also with the white clouds floating far, far away ......
I love the golden autumn, and even more love the autumn small garden. Because the autumn chrysanthemums make the autumn more beautiful, fragrant, more because the autumn garden is concentrated in the deep colors of autumn.
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Part VI Primary Sixth Grade Scenic Essay
The winter nights are excellent when they are cool and clear. I was lying in bed, but I couldn't sleep. At this time, a cool breeze through the window, brushing my face, so I got up and down and gently pulled open the curtains half ------
Night, quiet, all the music is silent. The black canopy, inlaid with a sparse few stars, they are very tiny, like shy like now and then hidden, as if the pipa half cover, peeping at the earth. In the middle of them, there is a slim moon, her curved face, hung with a kind, gentle smile, quietly gazing at the silver earth. A few more gray-white, thin cloud silk curl lingering around her body, like a fairy wearing light neon in the dance. Bright moonlight, to the earth covered with a silver-white veil; shine in the house on the azalea, the flowers look more delicate; moonlight on my bed, sprinkled with a layer of silver frost, can not help but remind me of the "bed in front of the moonlight, suspected of frost on the ground," the poem. I leaned on the bed, picked up the bedside cup sip of water, and then slowly put down. The water in the cup rippled, and the moonlight poured down on the water, immediately becoming as silver as mercury. People are asleep, grandfather snoring faintly from the next room, I tiptoed over, breathless, quiet, I can still hear the grandmother's slight breathing. I went back to bed and looked at the lights that dotted the building across the street.
I saw a white-lit room with a red sofa and a pot of pink flowers, and on the wall there was a large cross-stitch embroidered with peonies: red, pink, and yellow, so beautiful! It was very clear to see. There was also a home full of silver cabinets with red lanterns hanging, very chic. I felt a little bored, so I opened the window, in an instant, a refreshing cold air came to my face, gradually spread to the whole house, so cool. The trees in the yard stood dumbly, as if they were afraid of the cold, their branches curled up, and it looked as if the whole tree was twisted and hugged into a ball. The delicate moonlight poured on, like covering a layer of crystal thin silk.
All, as if by the winter moonlight given a dreamy feeling, such as poetry is also like a picture, coupled with the unique mystery and charm of the night, a wonderful winter night, as if floating ------