1.Fifth Grade Writing Scenery Composition Around 500 Words
Early in the morning, when I opened the window, a refreshing burst of freshness came to my face. Oh, it is spring has arrived. So fast, I quietly watched, the grass has poked its head out, the flowers bloomed and smiled, and the willows drew new buds.
There is a pungent aroma in the air, what is it? Oh, it was the peach blossoms smiling at me not far away!
The sun's face gradually reddened, rendering it with clouds gathered into a colorful coat, quietly scattered throughout the sky. A gust of wind blew, the breath of spring covered the entire home, I suddenly thought of "a year's plan is in the spring" this sentence, at this time, in the spring, I want to seize the time, study hard ah.
Midday, bright sunshine through the glass, sprinkled on me, is my yawn. As the saying goes, "spring sleepy fall tired" want to sleep is also natural. Looking out the window, so beautiful, so bright. There are seeds of hope everywhere, sprouting under the soil.
In the afternoon, I welcome the warm spring wind can not help but enter the forest, ah! Spring, is the magic of the spring girl to the forest so colorful.
I leaned against a willow tree, closed my eyes, surrounded by a silence, occasionally came a few birdsong. Huh, why is the face so itchy? Open your eyes, fix your eyes, it is the willow sister in and I say hello! I looked at the tender leaves on the branches, I can not help but recite a poem of the ancients, "I do not know who cut out the fine leaves, February spring wind like scissors."
Spring, is a song; spring, is a story; spring, is a garden ......
2.Fifth-grade writing about 500 words
One cloudy morning, I rode a bike in the neighborhood. Bicycle to play. As I rode, a cold snowflake fell silently on the tip of my nose. I stopped the car and looked overhead, only to see countless free and pure snowflakes falling from the sky. So I stopped and quietly admired it.
I like the snow very much, like their dancing body. They ride the "windmill" in the air: spinning, dancing, floating, flying high and low, left and right. Some of the snow fell on the trees, became the tree jacket; some snow fell on the car, became the car's coat; some snow fell in the water, became a member of the water. Take a closer look, these small snowflakes, not only have six corners, and no identical "snow twins" miles! Snow, this gift of nature, really interesting.
I also love the snow. Colorful. Some people may ask, snow is not white? How can it have so many colors? You see, during the day, the snow fell on the plum blossom, became a topaz; snow fell on the evergreen leaves, it became an emerald; at night, the pile of snow by what color of light, it will become what color, as if falling into the earth's rainbow general.
Listen, the sound of snow is also very interesting oh! Small snowflakes fall on the trees issued "sand sand sand" sound; large snow flakes fall on the ground issued "poof" sound; tree accumulated down the big snow fall issued "snap" sound. ......
Wonderful body, color, wonderful sound, this is the snow. Everything in front of me, so I can not help but recite: smoke fay, snow fay, snow to the plum blossom branch heap, spring from where to return?
3.Fifth grade writing composition about 500 words
"Where is spring ah? The spring is in the verdant bamboo forest. Spring is in the verdant bamboo forest." Now that spring is here, I'm going to look for spring, and you're going to look for spring with me?
I opened the door, ah!
I opened the door and saw, ah! This is really a spring sleep, everywhere heard the crowing birds ah!
I opened the door and saw, ah, this is really the spring sleep, everywhere heard the crowing birds ah! At this time, there is a peach tree in front of me, I ran over and asked "Peach tree sister, where is the spring ah?" The peach tree did not answer me, and kept smiling. The brook did not answer me, but continued to sing there.
I went on, thinking, "I'm not going home until I find the spring today. As I walked, I came to a willow tree and asked, "Willow girl, where is spring?" The willow tree did not answer me, but used its hair into the pond. I also asked the swallows that were nesting in the willow tree, "Mother swallow, where is spring?" The swallow did not answer me either, but sang a nice song.
I returned home in despair and asked my mother, "Mom, I asked the peach tree, the brook, the willow tree, and the swallow, and none of them answered me where spring is." Mom said, "Little fool, spring is around you ah, you see, everything is revived." .
It turns out that spring is all around us. Now I hear it, smell it, spring is swinging on the willow tree, flying on the kite, smiling on the apricot blossom.
Ah! Spring is so beautiful, spring back to the earth, everything revives, we took off the cotton jacket, changed into spring clothes, we left the winter, came to the spring of a hundred flowers.
Now, let me announce the answer: spring is actually all around us.
4. 500 words of fifth-grade composition
Early in the morning, the sky mist, hundreds of kilometers by car, arrived in the drizzle of Hangzhou.
The first impression of Hangzhou is the high-speed interchanges, foreign vehicles around; high-rise buildings, modern big city prosperity.
From the outskirts of the city into the old city, the floor is gradually low, the space is gradually wide, the vision is far away. Stayed in the original name of the hotel is very elegant: Raccoon Hotel, now restaurant contract, and the brand of the contractor, so called the square tiger - Raccoon Hotel. Good strange name, like the landlord robbed the bride.
The hotel is very close to the West Lake, only ten minutes' walk, on both sides of the road is full of clothing small door points, restaurants, bars, cafes, coffee shops, but also a few tall buildings are the world's most famous shopping malls, department stores, through the windows, a forest of novelty attracted the eyes of the ladies in the car. The company's newest product is a new product, which will be available for sale in the near future.
Hangzhou is a "paradise" because of the beautiful West Lake. The city is built on the lake, and the lake is in the city. Nowadays, the West Lake still retains the pattern of three mountains and a city. In recent years, Hangzhou spent a lot of energy to attract the Qiantang River into the lake, along the lake scenic expansion to the surrounding area, in addition to the Su Causeway, the White Causeway, and the development of the Yanggong Causeway vacation and leisure area. Standing on the side of the city, full of lakes and mountains, sparkling waves, such as into the picture.
Early spring in Jiangnan. Outside the window of the tender green willow, blooming magnolia, budding magnolia and from time to time swept across the eyes of the point of red plum, has long broken the winter depression, rendering a vibrant spring. In the face of the rippling lake, looking at the center of the lake nicknamed the lake island, three pools, close to see the pleasing colors of spring, all the way to the lack of muscle can not help but relax, sprung up to sit in a pavilion by the lake, leisurely ornamental, savor the desire.
5.5th grade about 500 words
When the boring cicadas gradually subside, in the sparse yellow woods, when the blue sky from time to time flew over the geese, when you walk in the woods, a yellow leaf silently slipped on your shoulder, you will suddenly find that the fall!
If you come to the field at this time, as if in the golden sea. Look: golden rice fields as far as the eye can see, the wind from time to time set off a wave of rice, corn, each full of particles, a fierce look, like wearing a pearl robe, rice poles have been heavy cobs pressed like a humpbacked old man, facing the autumn wind nodded frequently, seems to thank the farmers uncle's hard work cultivation.
Another harvest year, you see, the crop man all strong, he held a sickle, non-stop in the 拢, cut. The only thing left in the field is a row of rice ears, women are also busy, some women in the field breaking corn, some knocked down the cut rice, bundling, playing, even sweat can not care about wiping, the house in front of the sun dam on the grain piled up like a small mountain high.
The east side of the field, there is a piece of orange forest, golden yellow orange hanging branches, favorite, like a small lantern, even walking through the people here are praising.
Looking at the full grains of crops, people's sunburned black and red face with a smile that is difficult to hide, in the distance, a burst of laughter from time to time with the wind, intoxicated in the joy of the harvest.
What a charming field, what a vibrant field, it gives people hope.
I love this beautiful field in the fall!
6. 500 words of fifth-grade composition
When the geese flying south to its clear and long song, moved to the north of the vast and majestic mountains and rivers of the wilderness, the fall, will be tied in the geese's wing tip, curls in the fragrance of the wild chrysanthemums and fluttered to the arrival of the. If, spring is a flowery, through the lively and pure love of the girl. Then, the fall is a full-bodied, dignified and calm young woman.
Spring, with a young girl's tenderness and tenderness, while the fall is overflowing with maturity and fullness of the young woman. Surrounded by autumn water, is her love of the autumn wave; long distant mountains, is her pale eyebrow; misty moonlit night, is her hazy sleep; layers of forests, is her colorful dream; soft land, is her magical skin; colorful wild chrysanthemums, is her quiet smile; bright moon, is her heart of the child.
Autumn is gentle, because she is a mother; autumn is sentimental, because she has so many spawn; autumn is beautiful, because she was once a flower like jade spring female; autumn is implicitly contained, the wilderness, the long smoke, the dusk in the pastoral, the twilight in the flute, the melting of the moon in the gusts of fragrance, gusts of fragrance in the wisps of song. ...... is not like a poem, like a painting, like a song, like a dream, in your heart dazzling, pulling you a piece of long-distance thinking. Autumn is the season of harvest, that vast autumn field, just like the sea in autumn. The village house, as if scattered between the point of the island. The car as a boat, sickle as a paddle, fall harvest, just like the flood season as busy. The girl on the field after the fall harvest, you are picking up the shells left behind after the ebb tide?
Autumn is the season of sowing, when people put a heavy full of seeds sown into the soil, but also their heavy full of hope sown into the field of this spring and fall.
Next year's spring, if you want to sprout green wings, then, in the fall, will certainly bear golden fruits ...... in the autumn of our life, there can also be such a piece of heavy autumn color, so that we can be comfortable comfort.
7.fifth grade writing about 500 words
Summer has arrived, the sun is on fire, the sun mercilessly scorching the earth. The sky is blue and clear, without a trace of white clouds, the heat wave rolls, so that the scene in front of you are blurred, really hot!
In summer, the roadside trees were sunburned lifeless, the green leaves on the trees yellowed, rolled up, like a defeated rooster, breathless head down, declared surrender. Wildflowers are no longer colorful, wilting straight to the waist, lift up the head, listless. The river looks like a big bath from afar, above the steam up a thin layer of water fog, so that people can not see the opposite side of the scene, the asphalt on the street is about to melt, step on a foot, sticky.
The city is sweltering like a big sweatshop, people can not breathe, only to see the dog lying in the shade, straight out of the tongue cooling, the cat hiding in the car under the squinting eyes snooze, do not have the heart to call again. The water is no exception, the fish swim around, do not dare to drill to the surface of the air, only the robin chirping in the branches, to the blazing sun shouting and cheering.
Summer is not only very hot, and the temperature difference is very big, a day "3 seasons". When you get up in the morning, it is not hot at all, as warm as spring; morning to afternoon is the real summer, the sun is hot, hot sun, no one dares to go out; the evening is like the fall, cool breeze, many people began their rich night life.
Just because the summer night is cool, so many people come out to shop, by the way, to enjoy the natural "air conditioning". The street is very lively, people walk in groups, while walking, laughing and joking, a dozen or so big women get together to dance, from time to time there are a few children to join the imitation, it is really interesting!
Summer is hot, but our life is different from the usual very interesting, I love summer!
8.Fifth-grade writing about 500 words
Warm winds blowing gently, warm sunshine sprinkled on the vast fields. I was lying on the soft grass, chewing a furry dog's tail grass in my mouth, and a soothing and calm song of early summer was ringing in my ears. That song is like the March breeze, like the flowing water of the brook, slowly drilling into my heart ......
Listen, that is the early summer wind singing. The wind of early summer is not as gentle as the spring wind, not as sultry as the summer wind, and not as sad as the autumn wind, but a burst with the fragrance of the sun flicked past, so that every cell of the human being is filled with vitality. Early summer winds give everything infinite vitality: willow girl's hair longer and longer, longer and greener, has been hanging down to the mirror-like river; naughty brook kept running forward, stirring up a string of crystal water; birds fly from this tree to that tree, chattering and chatting non-stop, calling for friends to show off their crisp and melodious voice; the children concentrate on looking at the extracurricular books, each face filled with a serious look. The children are looking intently at the extracurricular books, each face is written with a serious look. The song of the wind in the early summer is full of vigor, it makes everything once again revitalized.
Listen, it is the early summer fields are singing. Large swaths of rapeseed blossoms against each other make up a unique landscape painting. From a distance, the vast expanse of golden yellow dotted with a pleasant green, beautiful. Closer to see, the golden petals wrapped in orange stamens, reflecting the emerald green branches, and a few bees interspersed, refreshing. As far as the eye can see, the waves of wheat. The green wheat seedlings have begun to become yellow, ready to grow heavy ears of wheat. Farmers are hard at work in the fields, and from time to time there is the sound of tractors. The early summer sun shines through the shadows of the trees and shines on their faces. From the sweaty face full of joy, I seem to see the harvest scene. The song of the fields in early summer is uplifting, and it leads every laborer into a better time.
The song of early summer, is a euphemistic continuous poem, subtle and gentle; the song of early summer, is a colorful painting, vivid and unrestrained; the song of early summer, is a cup of wine, intoxicated ......
Warm winds blowing gently again, warm sunshine is still sprinkled on the vast fields. I still lie on the soft grass, chewing a furry dog's tail grass in my mouth. That song of early summer is still echoing in my ears, it seems to be gently calling me: in this beautiful time, let us **** together sing a song of early summer! Sing a vibrant symphony, sing a march forward, sing a hymn to the hard work of the working people!
9.Fifth grade writing about 500 words
As soon as I stepped out of the air-conditioned room, there was a wave of heat pounding on my face, and before long a layer of fine beads of sweat seeped out of my arms. "Summer is hot!" Can not help but issue such a complaint, annoyed to the window, looking at this "on the grill" of the world, fell into a deep thought ......
Hot hot sun, farmers bright beads of sweat from the black spine sliding down, non-stop rushing people to the top of the heat wave endured thirst, while the The footsteps have a rhyme, the steps carry the wind, the back is still persistent.
Do not take a sympathetic tone to ask whether they have tormented feelings, perhaps only in the shade of a tree to take a cool people will not understand, summer people who work tirelessly in the summer when they take a nap smile is extraordinarily comfortable, he snored in the night, it must be very sweet.
Summer rainstorms, is so rich in personality, majestic, but not lost. As far as the eye can see, thousands of layers of rain curtains, washed away the weekday heat, "crackling" rain sound how happy!
Crops in the ground hard to drink, hard to grow, asphalt road to rinse the body of the heat. The whole world is cool, cozy and covered in a mist!
The summer sun is certainly difficult, but only in the patient, willing to suffer people;
Summer rainstorms, although cool, but not in the lazy, shrinking people.
10.Fifth grade writing about 500 words
The lotus is beautiful, colorful and showy. And those lotus leaves are when it is a lotus flower decoration, but also often people say it is: inconspicuous lotus leaves.
One day, I went with my father to the lotus pond, where the lotus flowers are white. Some are pink, some are still buds, the buds look as if hurrying to bloom, and others seem to show off their own: "Look, I beautiful ah! "And the lotus leaves look so inconspicuous.
Some people ignore the lotus leaves, but I did not, but carefully, seriously observe the lotus leaves. Lotus leaves are turquoise, there is a root stem topped with a large round leaves, a large turquoise leaves like a large jade disk. It is also like a large umbrella, for the small fish to shield the sun, for the small fish to shield the storm. Fish boredom, the lotus leaves and become their frequent and companions together with hide-and-seek, play together who turned the most circles of the playground, this scenario allows people to see, they can not help but smile.
Looking away, the lotus leaves in the breeze gently rippling, seems to be jumping Rumba it! I also made a point of lotus leaves, lotus flowers fused together to see, there are white and green and pink, crowded really good! As the saying goes, "Modesty is a virtue. "You do not see the lotus leaves were lotus flowers crowded, it did not have a complaint, which is why it let me not help to appreciate the reason for it.
This virtue of the lotus leaf is worthy of our adults and children to learn, ignore the lotus leaf you will regret, please pay attention to observe the lotus leaf.