The Night Scene of the Bund in Shanghai
During the summer vacation, my mother and I came to my uncle's house in Shanghai to play. After dinner, my uncle offered to take us to the Bund to see the night view.
My uncle drove us to the Bund. We first climbed the softly lit flood control embankment. The embankment was crowded with tourists, talking, laughing, and excitedly taking pictures.
We walked down the steps, came to the Huangpu River side of the sightseeing platform, the vision of a broad up, that the stage of the landscape lights, extending from north to south, starry lights, sketched out the beautiful arc of the Huangpu River bank.
We walked along the sightseeing platform, and suddenly, a familiar landscape on the other side of the river made me jump up and down with joy: "Yikes! Pearl of the Orient!" My uncle smiled and said, "See, that's also the highest TV relay tower in Shanghai. It is 406 meters high, the first in Asia, the world's third. Is a good place for people to travel, shopping, entertainment and leisure. High-tech design, some places can be rotated 360 degrees, sitting inside, you can watch the whole Shanghai scenery!" JiuJiu's words made my eyes widen in surprise. At this time, the lights on the tower began to rotate, and from a distance, it really looks like a pearl emitting dazzling light.
"Wooo------" With a steam whistle came a cruise ship dressed up in the shape of a spaceship came slowly, the ship is full of colorful flash lights, flashing, reflecting the river surface colorful. "So beautiful!" Looking at this beautiful scenery, we were intoxicated, as if we were really swimming in a painting. "Come and take a picture!" Click click click, my cousin took a few pictures of me one after another.
Time flies, don't realize it's already more than nine o'clock, we should go home. This beautiful night beach scenery, really a little let me reluctant to part with it!
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2. Choose a scene from your school 400A scene in the school We all love our own school, it may be like a beautiful garden, green grass, flowers; maybe it only has a few bungalows, a few old trees, a small playground.
In any case, in the lovely campus, we have spent many happy days ...... Yeah! I also have a beautiful campus, the following we will go to a corner of the campus to visit visit it. Into the campus, a burst of flowers lead you into the campus of the small garden, and then heard the sound of rustling, the original this is the wind Granny teach leaves dolls sing it! This is, a leaf like a parachute landing in the water; look, the pond water is really beautiful ah! I've seen the magnificent sea, play to enjoy the calm as a mirror of the West Lake, and never saw the campus pond such water, pond water with its ordinary beauty show us in front of our eyes.
It is quiet, quiet to feel it in the flow; it is clear, clear to see the bottom of the pool of small stones; it is green, green as if it is a flawless jasper. Next to the strange shape of the rockery is to set this one "pretty girl".
The garden of the campus is not only beautiful mountains and water, flowers and trees are also full of vigor. Spring, is the season of awakening, campus spring on behalf of the peach blossom, led us to the ground; summer, is the season of vitality of all things, campus creeper with the guys to the summer heat a net; fall, is a people intoxicated season, osmanthus bloomed, the fragrance of the nose, so that we went into the flower of the sea; winter, all things are "sleeping" and plum blossom, let us into the sea of flowers; winter, everything is "sleeping". "and plum blossoms, in the flying snow bravely upright, let people appreciate its beauty and bravery ...... Because of time relations, I will introduce here, please have the opportunity to come to our courtyard bridge town center elementary school to see it carefully.
3. Choose a scene to write about, and write an observation diaryEarly in the morning, only to see the window snowflakes fluttering down from the sky, the earth immediately became silver.
I can't help but be excited when I see the white snowflakes. I stretched out my hand, not long after a few naughty little snowflakes jumped to my heart. It was ice cold. In a blink of an eye these lovelies were clinging to me, turning into little droplets of water and playing hide-and-seek with me. Hey, the crystal clear little snowflake? Oh, the original into a small water droplet.
Gradually, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, more and more beautiful. Take a closer look, wow, only to see the world under the tiny and dense snowflakes, as if countless fairies to the earth to sow flowers, conveying the blessings of spring. After a long time, the snow slowly stopped, look to the ground and bricks are covered with a thin layer of snow, flowers and trees are holding a ball of snow, red tile roof of the snow like a row of piano keys, a row of red tiles a layer of snow, arranged so neatly, marvelous.
4. Description of a scene of the compositionBeautiful garden
Late fall is here, into the empty campus, a cold wind blew, let a person feel a coolness.
The campus in the fall is still beautiful, the trees are still so green; flowers as if they do not know that the late fall has come, still even incense open, still with its aroma to attract only bees; butterflies are still dancing in the campus, still with its beautiful figure to attract the attention of students.
The flower beds of the campus are covered with a few yellow leaves falling from the trees, and people's breath is condensed into a milky white heat in the air.
Even though it was late fall, the sun was still working every day, giving the plants enough light and heat so that they could grow well in the cold late fall.
The trees in the campus sometimes sway with the wind; sometimes stand still; sometimes fall a few poor leaves from the branches. However, these do not affect the charm of green trees in late fall. The flowers on the campus are all open as usual, and the bees are as busy as ever collecting nectar; there are many bees flying around the flowers, looking for which one is better.
The sky in late fall is unusually solemn and crisp, after study hall, the sky is dark and mysterious, and there are a few stars in the high sky to embellish the sky, which makes people guess: where have all the other stars gone?
I love the late fall, the crisp sky, and the season with a hint of coolness!
Autumn, you come quietly, silently, in a blink of an eye, the earth covered with golden clothes.
You quietly came into the field, into the field, wheat flavor four floats, the acres of crops, from a distance it looks like rolling thousands of waves; close to see, wheat, smiled and bent waist, sorghum red face, corn open arms, the ground of the people are busy and, "sing a song ah harvest song, harvested wheat, harvested sorghum ah, harvested corn, harvested soybeans ah, harvested and sent to the country ah." The song of the long ocean speaks of the joy of the autumn harvest of the farm family.
You come quietly, bring a see yellow clothes, a see red clothes, look at the side of the mountain, like a layer of gold. Floating leisurely from above flying down countless yellow butterflies, a group of hovering in mid-air, I do not know how long after the deep yellow dress into a light yellow; light yellow and into Heshi, you see, it is more like a naughty little kid, look at the mountains over there, sorghum as drunk, it is simply a sea of red, covering half of the sky, and haze together, red like a flame like burning. This yellow and red together, giving a kind of indescribable warmth, and even forget that in a few days, the cold winter is coming.
You quietly came, brought the beautiful autumn light beauty, brought the fruitful, listen, drums and gongs, so lively, busy people face a year of people revealed the inner pressure of the joy: "ushered in a harvest year."
I am obsessed with autumn! Autumn - a colorful time, a time of fruit harvest, a time of prosperity!
5. Choose a scene, write it in a certain order, express the love of spring. (Essay)Spring has come and the sleeping earth has awakened. Spring sister to decorate the earth colorful, but also the mother of the earth weave a green dress, in this beautiful, peaceful season, people invite each other: "Spring is coming, spring is coming, quickly to the park trekking it." I also with my mom to go trekking, along the way, I have been asking my mom: "What does spring look like?" Mom pointed around the blue sky, white clouds, clear water, warm wind, gently said: "This is not spring?" I looked in the direction of my mom's finger, green mountains and green water is not charming, really picturesque ah! A walk into the park, there is a cool with a faint fragrance of flowers in the air floated over, let me intoxicated ...... look around, everywhere overflowing with the breath of spring. In the blue sky, magpies are happily playing the "Spring Song". On the ground, the grass naughty poked his head out, inspired by the spring breeze, east to see, west to see, occasionally shaking his head. Many beautiful flowers in the flower beds, one by one, you do not let me, I do not let you. Each red like fire, pink like Xia, white as snow, willow tree willow leaves by the spring wind and rain two siblings in the sky in the spring palette to dye green. A shoots quietly climbed the branches, in the spring wind blowing spring rain moisturized, as if it is an Ana more colorful girl, the spring breeze is like a pair of scissors, it is more beautiful, this scene, I can not help but think of the poem: "I do not know who cut out the fine leaves, February spring breeze like scissors." This is the spring I found, did you find it?
6. Write a scene of the compositionThe cold winter has passed, warm, beautiful spring, unknowingly has come. Gentle spring girl, swaying light hands, with a quiet pace, arrived, arrived!
The spring is so graceful and graceful, and attracts people's attention.
Look! The red kapok, blossoming in the branches. Especially its flower bones, red, very full, as if all of a sudden out of the head! Countless beautiful kapok, decorated with the simple and unadorned trunk, how elegant it looks!
As far as the eye can see, a large expanse of green grass, like a boundless green carpet, so soft, so angry! No wonder the famous ancient poet Lu You said, "Wildfire can't be eliminated, but the spring breeze blows again"!
Spring is here! Farmers uncle's expectations are not expected! They are busy sowing seeds, plowing day and night, is not to have a good harvest? Farmers are great! However, if there is no spring, there will be the expectation of sowing and the hope of harvesting? No. And all of this is the spring to give them, but also ours.
Ah! Spring! You are the "revitalizer" of all things in heaven and earth! Without you, there is no beautiful flowers: without you, there is no farmer uncle sowing hope. It is you who gives life to the earth and creates the soul of all things!
Ah!
Ah, my beautiful spring!
7. Write a scenic compositionEvening view of the river
My hometown in Qindeli, which is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on the other, is a scenic place. In the north of my home, there is a big river running endlessly, it is the third largest river in China - Heilongjiang. I love this meandering Heilongjiang, and I love the beautiful scenery of the river in the evening.
Whenever the sun sets, the streets are gradually quieting down after a long day, but the river is getting more and more lively. After dinner, I came to the river as usual, to see the charming scenery. There are many people on the river, there are walking, there are fishing, there are washing clothes, there are bathing, there are a group of bare *** dolls in the bank to play water war. From time to time came a burst of laughter. The river surface sparkling, the setting sun's afterglow shines diagonally on the water, so that half of the river is emerald green, half of the orange-red. It is really "a remnant of the sun in the water, half of the river red" ah! Under the light of the setting sun, the wave of light is like a bright star flashing, emitting bright light. Looking at this scenery, I seem to be brought into the world of stars. Countless stars surrounded me, the pair of naughty eyes blinking, like playing hide-and-seek with me.
What sound interrupted my thoughts? I stood by the river. Oh, it is the sound of the motor in the distance, I tiptoe to the distance, ah! It turned out to be a fisherman uncle driving the horse Duolu (fishing motorized boat) fishing return. Not long after, several small boats docked one after another. People immediately gathered around to see who had caught more fish. Suddenly, a man shouted at the top of his voice, "This old man is catching big and big fish, come and see!" As soon as the words fell, people rushed to the fish. Presented in front of my eyes was a cabin full of big red-tailed carp, people immediately cast envious glances at the old man with a full beard. The old man was smiling, his wrinkled face showing pride. Listening to people's comments, he smiled even more. At that moment, a long whistle shifted my eyes to the river in the distance, and a big foreign ship carrying coal was slowly sailing past in front of my eyes. We raised our hands to greet them, and they waved back to us frequently. The coming and going ships lifted up the calm river surface with rows and rows of tumbling waves, one after another kept coming to the shore, and were crashing on top of a big stone, at once, splashing up countless small crystal waves, shooting up into the air in all directions; and like beautiful pearls sprinkled down one after another, drawing a small circle of halos on the water surface, and then the small halos were slowly enlarged, and then expanded again, and finally disappeared at last. At this time, it seems to understand the art of the sun from its colorful paintbrush out of a, the river surface coated with a layer of golden yellow, to decorate this wonderful picture.
Ah! Heilongjiang, you will use your beauty to win more people to your love and fascination!
8. Write a beautiful compositionMy small yard (a) My small yard is like a small botanical garden.
Spring, with light steps came, my small yard is full of a school of vitality. There are eight lush bamboo plants along the east wall of the small yard.
The bamboos are standing up, pointing to the blue sky, and silently trying to grow upwards. The wind, lightly blowing the bamboo, bamboo leaves slightly trembling, issued a "rustle" sound, as if in the music.
Next to the bamboo is a tall palm tree, brown, shaking open long and wide green arms, stretching out in all directions. How it looks like a steel warrior in armor, head held high! The palm tree's leaves are like banana fans! Each leaf seems to be full of life.
The south wall of the courtyard, climbed with green dense layers of plants, looks like a green "wall", "wall" is full of small and white honeysuckle, emitting a light fragrance, very beautiful. I heard that honeysuckle can be used to make tea, cure itching, reduce swelling, detoxification, etc., the role of a very big oh! Under the north wall of the small courtyard, there is a row of green chili peppers.
A small white flower is blooming! A small pepper thin, long, red, hanging full of branches, quite a favorite.
The pomegranate tree next to the pool is full of flowers, branches and leaves, the flowers on the tree, like fire, like clouds, like Xia ...... beautiful! The most attractive part of the yard is the balcony with a variety of flowers. Beauty flower bloomed its pink smile.
Moonflower, you do not let me, I do not let you, competing to open, open is so bright, so lively, so inviting eye. The triangular branch of the trillium show petals, the wind lightly swaying.
As if the red butterflies dancing on the branches of the general ...... is really colorful, colorful, fragrant, refreshing, refreshing and delightful. The crystal clear dew beads are also not willing to show weakness, in the petals of the naughty jumping, rolling, really let you can not afford to startle it, wipe it.
My small yard, how like a beautiful picture of spring, how poetic ah! It is so mesmerizing! I love the grass and trees in my small yard, I also love my small yard. Do you love my yard? My small yard (two) behind my house, there is a four seasons like spring small courtyard.
I remember when I was a child, I often played there. When spring came, the small courtyard was full of all kinds of flowers, and from a distance, a vibrant scene.
Colorful flowers compete, like a special beauty contest, moonflower, peach blossom, spring flowers, the bland small courtyard decorated with colorful. Green leaves set off the beautiful flowers, as if the doll meekly snuggled in the mother's arms.
Colorful butterflies also rushed to play hide-and-seek. Quietly, spring is slowly passing, and summer is gradually coming.
"Hot, hot!" Mockingbird can not help the temptation of summer sister called endlessly. But the small courtyard has become another scene.
Look! The lotus in the tank is in bloom; pomegranate flowers are tall and large body, pomegranate baby hanging high in the branches, seems to show off its red and large fruit, as if in the pride of saying: "Look at me how beautiful ah!" In the hot sunny days, the small yard becomes the best natural place to escape from the heat. When we are still immersed in the smell of summer, do we find that the harvest season of fall is close at hand? Autumn girl with a golden yellow, with light steps, came to the long-lost land.
She saw the small yard, to the osmanthus tree gently pointed, yo! The osmanthus flowers bloomed, the small courtyard suddenly pleasant aroma, the fragrance of the miles. She also pointed to the chrysanthemum table, and the chrysanthemums also bloomed.
The maple tree is red and colorful, frosty leaves like flowers, as if the sky is full of sunshine, red, red, red, far away, really want to embrace this gorgeous late fall. The green leaves are dotted with yellow leaves, and the yellow leaves are lightly lined with red leaves.
All of this evokes people's infinite thoughts of autumn. Winter took a heavy step and put on a white wedding dress for the small yard.
Autumn to winter, the small courtyard is a silver world, the small courtyard is a vast universe, that the flowers withered, the leaves yellowed, but there are daffodils, waxberry pavilion. Snowflakes fluttered and came to them, white and gray.
The next day to sleep and wake up, a few rays of sunshine through the gauze window, hard to shine in, light and gentle to melt the snow, the trees are full of pear blossoms everywhere. In the midst of the snow and ice, the small yard waited for the new year, looking forward to the geese to return to its embrace again.
The small yard, you are the cradle of life, I grew up in your arms, my childhood because you are wonderful, full! Fourth, the best work to appreciate the sun went down in order to see the scene at sunset, after school, I asked my parents to take me to a pavilion in the highest Jingshan, to watch the sunset. At this time, the sun has slanted westward to the sky, convergence of blinding light, just left a circle of golden soft halo around themselves.
That cloudless clear sky is light blue light blue, like clear sea water, now also gradually aggravate the color, more and more blue, more and more dense, like sea water in layer by layer to deepen. The peaks depicted in the sky, the mountains are verdant, in the sunset, coated with a layer of glittering gold, appearing extraordinarily magnificent.
I couldn't help but jump up and down, saying aloud, "It's beautiful! It's so beautiful!" Dad told me, "This is going to be sunset." We then looked to the west without looking away.
Sure enough, after a while, the sun reddened its round cheeks and spewed out its reddish rays to the sky, to the peaks, and to the earth. That evening sunlight kept expanding its scope, and in a flash it enveloped everything, like spreading a magnificent tapestry.
And look at the sun after revealing its beautiful face, is proudly toward the back of the western mountains, only to leave the red light of the sky in the distant sky and peaks. Then it gave a quick jump and disappeared behind the mountains.
With that, twilight gradually spread over, so that the outlines of the mountains blurred and disappeared. We still stared at the sky, did not speak to each other, after a long time, I gently spit out a breath, excitedly said: "beauty ah beauty -" voice-activated fountain in the courtyard of the community center, there is a "voice-activated fountain". Fountain".
As the name suggests, that is controlled by the sound of the fountain. This fountain, can spray ten groups of beautiful patterns, really a novel, strange building.
When I approached the fountain, the song "My Chinese Heart" came on the radio. The song, kind and moving, has a clear rhythm.
9. 80 words for writing an essay about a sceneWildflowers Fragrant
The wildflowers, like stars in the dark night, embellish the beauty of nature.
My family grows a wildflower that is not as hardy as a cactus, able to survive in a sea of hot sand. Instead, it is soft and weak, and cannot withstand the wind and waves, wind and rain, but its life is full of meaning and silent dedication to the light ......
At first, it was just an insignificant bud, but it slowly absorbed the essence of the moist soil and dew, and fought to grow, and then burst into bloom immediately afterward with a childish smile. Flowers are only as big as a nail, no stamens, but there is a sunflower "melon disk", petals orange and yellow, quite lovely. Look very similar to the sunflower, can be said that in addition to the size of the difference, the appearance of no difference.
It looks mediocre, but the fragrance of the fragrance can make it stand out. Its fragrance is light, not as strong as roses. Taste it, that is, like the Taoist as a fine tea, but also like the king as a big mouth drinking wine. Although the fragrance of flowers is light, but as long as the quiet mind, gently sniffing, let the aroma into the heart, purify the mind, washed away the dirt of the mind, this feeling is very charming. Sometimes, the aroma in the breeze under the backdrop of the nose, I seem to fall into the sea of flowers as deep as a thousand feet, roam to my heart's content, but also always have a kind of bath after the relief, which is another inexhaustible freshness and pure beauty of the enjoyment. To be honest, the breath of this wildflower can give me a kind of detachment from the earthly fishy feeling of relief.
Its life is so beautiful! The only pity is that its life is only two or three days, which is commensurate with its overflowing fragrance, so it is really regrettable!
At the time of its death, it slowly turned brownish-black, and it was apparently hard to find a trace of green. Its "melon plate" on the dozens of flower seeds also began to fall into the soil one after another, as if to ignite the fragrance once again. They were followed by rooting - sprouting - flowering. Soon, the flower pots erected a branch of brilliant smile, fragrance floating ten miles, the charming breath is also much denser, had to make me drunk into a more beautiful dream ......
In this cold winter, I write this article, mainly to thank it can give me the fragrance of the flowers and praise its selfless dedication to the spirit of the present although I can not smell the overflowing fragrance, but I also want to know that the flowers are very beautiful, but I do not know what to do with the flowers. I can't smell the overflowing fragrance, but I seem to see the selfless face, smelled the lingering scent of wildflowers ......
10. Write a scene (essay)Fine rain, looking for the dream of Jiangnan
Windy winds, from my ears dashing through the time, step on a lotus boat, support a Penny, toward the waist of the Chu slender, The most important thing to remember is that you can't just go to the deepest part of Jiangnan, where the songs of the warblers are singing.
My Jiangnan, is to play the water maiden silver bracelet tinkling, is picking lotus woman sweet face, is selling flowers grandmother loud and clear throat.
My Jiangnan, is the green stone plate on the wet warm, is the lotus pond light graceful, is the falling flowers in the wind up and down the dancing, is the apricot blossom depths of the high picking up the wine flag, is the Wuyi Lane mouth hanging diagonally slanting the slanting sun.
My Jiangnan, from the dense fog like mist in the misty rain dance and come, looking forward to the beauty of the eyes burning bright ten miles of the Qinhuai prosperous old dream; my Jiangnan, from the shallow singing of the rosewood lute in the song, the melodious sound of the immortal voice of the remote sounding blowing the heartstrings of the jade people.
My Jiangnan, scoop up a handful of crystal clear spring water, hairpin a white flawless heart lotus, quietly gathered up black shiny three thousand silk, will be charming twisted matters of the heart, carefully and densely knotted into a round wreath.
My Jiangnan, in Zhuang Sheng's butterfly dream, dancing lightly, in Yuxi's weak willows in the wind, smiling alone with knitted brows, in Du Mou's cardamom tips graceful curls, in Jiang Kui's twenty-four bridges of the clear corner of the blowing cold.
My boat, gently through the Tang wind and Song rain Han gallery, in the dark fragrance of the sleeve outside the city of Gusu quietly stand. Listen to the long and clear sound of the bell, breaking the melancholy thoughts of lonely travelers; see the paddle sound and shadow of the maple bridge, hazy lonely travelers at the end of the world melancholy eyes; see the green shirt of the scholars, cross flute under the moon, put the wine song, a bottle of wine drink all the things of the ages.
My boat, slowly through the pink walls and tiles of the willow wind, in the silence of the deep rain in the long lane silently stare. Look at the exquisite fragrance of the purple lilac knot full of poignant sadness, to see the elegant and tranquil cheongsam woman, white wrists like jade, hands gently, curls Xu Xing, style will be in the hands of the oil-paper umbrella dance into a kind of ethereal poetry.
My boat, wandering around in the embrace of Jiangnan. When I look down, the lake and mountains are colorful and the water is brimming; when I look up, the rivers and mountains are like pictures and the moon is like water.
My boat, meandering in the jade muscle water bone, such as the flower soul of the Jiangnan water town, as if immersed in the daughter of the red fragrance of the fragrance of the fragrance of the fragrance of the fragrance of the fragrance of the fragrance of the fragrance of the fragrance of the fragrance of the fragrance of the fragrance of the fragrance, the heart shakes, dazzled and mesmerized.
My Jiangnan, is the poetry of the talent and beauty of the smile brewed wine, is the apricot blossom spring rain and the wind and moon intertwined with the scenery, is the east of the Yangtze River and the small bridges and streams reflecting the flavor.
My Jiangnan, both poetic and romantic. My Jiangnan, both soft and charming, and passionate.
My Jiangnan, both euphemistic, and bright.
My Jiangnan, as graceful as the elegant red face, bright eyes like water, eyebrows like smoke, enchanting, charming, smiling.
March fireworks, is her deep murmur, soft, speechless and in love. July fire, is her gentle eyes, pulse, no wine is also intoxicated.
And day after day to beat Jiangnan walked through my ah, has long been drunk in my Jiangnan gentle look forward to, and, intoxicated, do not know where to go ......