In real life or work and study, many people have written essays. The essay must focus on the theme and make in-depth explanations around the same theme. Avoid rambling, scattered topics or even no theme. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is a lyrical composition using sceneries that I have carefully compiled. You are welcome to share it. Lyrical composition using sceneries 1
The clear and bright stream slowly flows to the depths of the mountain, the melodious and joyful cry goes straight to the depths of the clouds, and the lively and enthusiastic waterfall happily jumps into the depths of the pool. Everywhere...these beautiful scenes are all masterpieces of nature. Nature is like a painter, who freely uses the pen and ink in his hands to depict the wonders of the world; nature is like a pianist, who hits the keys in his hands and plays beautiful melodies. ; Nature is like a magician who gives full play to his unlimited imagination and creates miracles one after another.
Have you ever listened to the sounds of nature? The sound of the gurgling water flowing through the winding creek; the cry of the skylark soaring into the sky; the sound of the eagle flapping its wings against the sky. Listening to the sound of nature, you will have a deeper understanding of the world. Naturally deep and mysterious.
When you put your feet into the clear stream, when you bathe in the fresh sunshine in the forest, at this moment you have close contact with nature, can you not Have you gained any insights? Lyrical composition using scenery 2
The night is getting quieter. The night sky showed ripples under the stars. But remains unchanged. The wind blows a waltz, and loneliness is always long. The night is getting colder. The breeze created wild arcs in the hair. The direction has changed, but the desolation has not changed. The lonely night becomes darker. Ye, there is no emotion at all! He is just doing his job. It goes like this, over and over again, and nothing can affect it.
It is so tall, proud, and aloof. It is always unknown. Swallow whatever pain you feel. Just because... I can't say it out loud! I'm still too proud. It is too powerful, and because of this, it can be so kind and so evil. He will devour everything, including you and me. There was no temperature at night, and the wind was even more biting. He lives only for himself and nothing else. Standing under the dark night, you won't be so lonely! There are stars to accompany you! No one understands the loneliness of the night wind.
They are the perfect combination. In the end, there were still tears. What I most hope is not to be lonely! Why can’t I be satisfied?
Why? Life under the night sky is not good, only under the starry sky is good. This way... you won't be so fragile. Lyrical composition based on sceneries 3
I often stare at the sea in ecstasy, intoxicated in the sea. I grew up in Chengdu and rarely went to the sea. The sea scenery is beautiful and the climate is pleasant. I've always been proud of it. I went to see the sea, and I was very happy to be with the sea. The sea brought me a lot of fantasies...
My favorite thing is to watch the sunrise on the sea. Before the sun rose, I got up early, ran to the beach, sat on a big rock, and waited for the sunrise. The breeze was blowing on my face, so cool! I breathed out the fresh air and looked at where the sky connected to the sea. I saw a fire jumping between the sky and the sea. Ah, that's the sun! The fiery red sun jumps up and down. The sun dyed the sea water red, as if giving colorful circles of light, just like the small bubbles blown by my soap. I was so happy that I jumped towards the sun. At this time, the uncles and aunts on the farm began to work in the warm sunshine, and a new day began again. When the sun rises high, the blue sea becomes even more boundless. There were clouds in the sky, and there was a small boat running on the sea with many waves, and a white ribbon flying behind the boat. How joyful!
I also like the sea at night. At night, the sea is dark. The sea is even more charming under the reflection of the distant moonlight, the sparkling stars, the lights of distant ships and the lights of seaside buildings. Barefoot, standing on the water, staring at the microwave sea, listening to the sound of the waves, walking along the beach, leaving my crooked little footprints on my back, leaving behind my confused fantasy.
I love my motherland. of ocean.
It is majestic, unpredictable and fascinating. Lyrical composition based on scenery 4
Looking forward, looking forward, Grandpa Dong is gone, and Miss Chun is coming quietly, accompanied by Chun Feng, taking light steps.
She woke up the river, the ice on the river melted, and clear water flowed out. The spring breeze blew the clear river water, and small waves bloomed on the river surface, making a tinkling-dong-dong sound, as if they were happily singing songs and dancing gracefully for the spring girl.
She blew the grass awake, and the grass came out of the ground. There was a cluster here, a cluster there, green with a little green, green with a little yellow, really like a group of naughty little boys, standing next to each other. Pushing out his cute head.
She shook the little tree awake, and the little tree immediately took out new branches and grew green leaves, as if it was covered with green spring clothes.
She woke up the flowers, and all kinds of flowers bloomed, including purple azaleas, red azaleas, yellow primroses, pink roses, and unknown wild flowers. The fragrance of the flowers also attracts many bees and butterflies. The already beautiful flowers become even more lively with these little elves.
She reminded the little swallow to come and join the spring party. Each little swallow is wearing shiny black feathers, spreads out a pair of handsome and brisk wings, lifts its scissor-like tail, and flies diagonally in the sky.
Everything came to life, and Miss Chun smiled with satisfaction.
Ah! Spring, spring full of poetry and painting, spring full of vitality, you make the earth look brand new; you add a lot of spring colors to the earth; you bring us joy and hope. I love you, spring! Lyrical composition using sceneries 5
A ray of soft moonlight shines through the window and onto the windowsill. The windowsill seemed to be plated with silver. I suddenly remembered that the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and it is the time of the full moon. The moon must be beautiful at this time!
So, I went downstairs to admire the moon. What a round and plump moon! There are a few twinkling stars in the distance, adding a bit of poetry to this moonlit night.
I walked aimlessly along the path leading to the garden. The whole world seemed to be immersed in a sea of ??silver light, setting off the warm and quiet night. I am also in this sea of ??moonlight. The moonlight filled my clothes and warmed my heart - I felt that the warmth of the sun was too warm and unrestrained; the starlight was lonely and cold. Only this gentle and tranquil moonlight can be so just right. The moonlight soaked the entire earth, my surroundings were illuminated by the moonlight, and the world was completely enveloped in a holy atmosphere. My senses are blurred, and my soul is sublimated in this holiness.
I arrived at the gate of the garden before I knew it, and walked along the path in the garden to a pond. The pond is small, and the goldfish that are usually lively are now staying there quietly. Maybe he fell asleep. In the middle of the pond is a miraculous rock formation. Washed by the moonlight, it becomes more interesting and picturesque. The moon reflected in the dark green bottom of the pool, washed by the water, looked exceptionally clear and lofty, just like Mona Lisa's charming eyes that are fascinating. A gust of wind blew by, creating a shallow ripple on the calm water of the pool. The water rippled slightly, kissing the rocks and making a gentle metal-like collision sound, which seemed extraordinarily light in the quiet night... Lyrical composition based on sceneries 6
Grandpa Winter is gone, and Miss Spring comes to us again. Miss Spring dances gracefully in the arms of Mother Earth.
She walked through the creek, and the fish danced for her. When she walked through the grass, the grass made a path for her. When she walked through the woods, the birds sang for her.
Looking up at the sky, the white clouds are like magicians. They turn into kittens, puppies, and calves. A group of birds fly over, and some of them come from a white cloud. It flew out, and some flew into the white clouds and never came out, as if it was its home.
Miss Chun flew into the sky again and looked down at the ground. When she saw the grass was sleeping, she invited Grandma Yu. Grandma Yu snapped her fingers, and the spring rain started. Xiaocao seemed to have heard Miss Chun's call, straightened up, took a bath in the rain, and drank to her fill.
The rapeseed flowers all over the mountains and plains are like a golden ocean. When the wind blows, they look like a dance troupe rehearsing a dance! At this time, a group of bees and butterflies came. They were playing hide and seek. As soon as the bees hid, the butterfly girl could not find them. Because the color of bees is close to that of rapeseed flowers.
A group of little ducks swam in the water. In the evening, they reluctantly landed on the shore, shook their bodies, and drank all the water on the other ducks, as if they were having a water fight. .
In the square, a group of children were flying kites, one by one, flying into the blue sky as if they were making friends with the white clouds!
Ah! Spring is so beautiful! Lyrical composition using scenery 7
Outside the window, the twilight is getting darker, and the rare and pure weekends are gradually fading away. The night that comes as promised is like a huge quilt, wrapping the noisy small town, and the complicated world becomes simple and pure. As far as the eye can see, the tall buildings have their windows lit up, and the community looks peaceful and quiet.
The cool wind gently knocked on the window lattice and blew over my face. Holding the brightness of the light, I enjoyed the tranquility that gently rippled like ripples. The ethereal and ethereal music trickled down, gently transporting me to the place closest to my soul. Forget all the complexity, put aside all the troubles, and follow the beating notes one by one with the free soul galloping in the mysterious and beautiful wonderland. The fingers of my thoughts plucked my heartstrings, and an indescribable emotion came quietly at this time...
The night gradually fell asleep, so quiet that I could only hear my own breathing. Nestling in this dense autumn night, I quietly count the days that have escaped between my fingers. There are so many autumns that before I have time to savor them, I get lost in the rush and fall like fallen flowers. Youth has gradually faded away, and the debris stranded by the hourglass of memory is like the faint starlight in the night sky, flickering on and off. Those past events that I thought were asleep were now transformed by the magic hand of the night, coming with the clear moonlight...
I still love to laugh, still love to cry, and laugh more than cry. After that, I was still in high spirits, but my heart was kind and fragile, just like before... Lyrical composition using scenery 8
"Mid-Autumn Festival Feelings"
"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown." - Li Bai.
The poem "Quiet Night Thoughts" lightly reveals the poet's homesickness. He wants to reunite with his family in a foreign land, and the Mid-Autumn Festival represents reunion. It is on this day that everyone The tourists who were in other places went home to reunite with their families.
It is said that the moon waxes and wanes, and this bright moon carries more or less joys and sorrows. Thousands of years of longing, thousands of years of care, thousands of years of sorrow, all the moon is collected in the bag... There are tears of regret, joy of reunion, indifference of loneliness, and caring longing... just like Like Li Bai, he raised his head and looked at the bright moon, and seemed to see more and more...
And how many people, for the benefit of the country and the people, gave up reuniting with their families and fought at the front line? It is sad to have children working hard outside and being alone outside...
But you can enjoy the bright moon and return home drunk and drinking wine! How beautiful!
The fillings of Mid-Autumn Festival mooncakes are sweet, and they contain people’s endless bitterness and longing. I put my thoughts in mooncake fillings and sent them to my relatives in my hometown.
The moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is the best tool to convey thoughts. At night, a white moon slowly emerged from the clouds. It is the bright moon in the sky that people look at to miss their hometown!
Generally speaking, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a festival that brings people together, but it is also the saddest festival for some people! Lyrical composition using scenery 9
Today, I was worried about having nothing to do, so I went for a walk in the bamboo forest behind the river.
Suddenly, I felt that everything was new and unfamiliar. Both sides of the winding path are filled with flowers, colorful and colorful like a carpet. When the wind blows, the flowers dance like fairies. The bright red roses were beating there like blazing flames.
These flowers are extremely beautiful, including lilacs, roses, clivias, tulips... Lilacs, with their small white or lavender flowers, emit bursts of fragrance, are really lovely. Tulips have five petals that curl outward, and the green style has a graceful arc. The color of the flowers starts from the stamens, from light to dark, like water-soaked silk, thin and relaxed, and seems to be transparent under the sunlight. I am deeply intoxicated by these beautiful scenery. The bamboos and bamboo shoots next to me stood motionless. They were admiring the beauty of the flowers and listening to the beautiful songs of the birds. My eyes were so busy that I didn't know where to look.
In fact, everything is changing, becoming beautiful, and getting better. As long as you have a pair of bright eyes and a pure heart, everything around you will be beautiful. Lyrical composition using sceneries 10
I don’t like the heat of summer, and I don’t like the melancholy of autumn. Although I like winter, I have a soft spot for the warmth of spring.
Spring is here, and she seems to be a loving mother. She gently stroked the top of the seed's head with her warm hands, letting the seed poke its little head out of the comfortable "bed"; she kissed the flower's cheek with her beautiful lips, making the flower colorful and blooming; she used her slender Her fingertips combed the willow tree's hair, making it pull out new leaves, as if it had grown tender green hair; she blew the sky softly with her fragrant breath, making the sky free of impurities and beautiful.
Spring is here, and she is like a music conductor. She directed the magpies and cuckoos to jump on the branches and sing crisp and melodious songs; she directed the cute little squirrels to jump on the trees; she directed the little frogs to dance happily on the lotus leaves, showing off their music to the fullest. Talent, shouting loudly; she directed the small fish to swim back and forth in the water, and slapped the water rhythmically with her tail.
This is the scenery in spring, it’s so beautiful! Lyrical composition using scenery 11
As the saying goes, "The autumn wind is cold." When the autumn wind comes and cold rain falls, people know that the weather is cold. The rain in autumn is long-lasting, lasting for several days at a time. But it's not like a heavy rain in summer. It looks like willow silk, as big as red beans, and is densely woven with the ground material floating in the wind. Sometimes it falls firmly to the ground.
In the rain, when the joyous smoke slowly emerged, it flew out in all directions as soon as the wind fell and blew. The branches were covered with water, and occasionally it fell to the ground. The rainwater splashed on the roof continuously, as if there were layers of thin smoke. The leaves are green, a little shiny after the rain. The grass is also pleasantly green, with a crystal-clear pearl on the leaves and grass strips. In the fields, there are yellow and orange rice, and green taro leaves, slender and slender. Ai Bai is wearing a light blue and slightly yellow leather shirt, with sweet potato vines like a green carpet.
The edamame that was starting to turn yellow, and the mulberry tree with a few burnt yellow leaves among its green and yellow leaves were all soaked in the rain, soaking Quan Shun. I am worried: this rain will damage the growth of clothing crops if it falls for a long time. On the road and on the bridge, there are pedestrians walking slowly holding umbrellas. The uncles and aunties who are workers in our mining area get up very early to work. Wearing raincoats and hard hats, they pushed the iron cart back and forth. Some shouted loudly, and some waved red flags:...swish, swish, swish, the sound of autumn rain echoed in my ears again, it was not It's so monotonous and boring, but it's because it's also accompanied by a variety of sounds. I thought: This is probably a symphony of labor in which man conquers nature. Lyrical composition using scenery 12
The wind is the beautiful figure we chase, the wind is the dream of flying kites, the wind is the ray of sunshine on the branches, the wind is the long cry of a feather on the cloud, echoing in the spring light middle.
If the wind had a color, I think it must be red. Elegant, unrestrained, and passionate, I think that must be the banner raised by the school communication blog to guide us to happy reading - the world is written in books, accompanying us from the middle of winter to the new year. I think it must be Teacher Xiaocheng who patiently explains composition to us. He is broad-minded and profound, and his broad mind can accommodate our joys and sorrows - develop reading habits, pay attention to article revision, and participate in self-evaluation and mutual evaluation.
There you have it - I have the final say in my composition!
Facing such a graceful and delicate breeze; Facing such a beautiful and elegant breeze, we have long been intoxicated by it...
If the wind has a color, I think it must be yellow. . Lively, hard-working, and positive, I think it must be Sister Jia who is telling her heart and writing her dreams. The clouds run away when they see her, and the flowers bend down when they see them. The beauty of literature lies in the charm revealed in the light words, all of them Readers attracted by this charm will be deeply immersed in it. I think it must be Yaru who is working hard to sow seeds, actively fighting for success, and shuttles in the circle to fulfill the responsibilities of an administrator. Her enthusiasm and liveliness permeate the article and everyone's hearts. Lyrical composition using scenes 13
In the blink of an eye, spring has arrived quietly, like elegant and simple ink paintings. Like the wind, quietly slipping through the sea of ????heart. Like a dream, fleeting.
A new swallow is drifting alone in the sky, without goals and hope. Like a small boat moving forward in the vast fog, not knowing where to go. At this time, another new swallow flew over and chatted happily with it. It seemed happy too, dancing with the other one. It has a goal and understands the meaning of life.
They dance their own dance under the vast and beautiful blue sky. What an amazing painting this is. The grass secretly emerged from the soil, and when I looked around, it was covered in large areas. The wind hummed a lullaby gently, coaxing the naughty grass to sleep quickly. The grasses were also obedient, closed their eyes obediently, and slept peacefully.
This is an ordinary picture of mother and child.
Sister Liu reluctantly started to dance as if she had just woken up from a dream. It turned out that the stern Granny Feng was dragging her to practice dancing! Fortunately, Sister Liu has a good foundation, which makes Granny Feng very happy.
Okay, this is a picture of a strict teacher teaching.
In such a beautiful season, how could there be no human beings?
On the green blanket, there are children running happily, adults lying quietly, girls reading quietly, and an old woman in her sixties playing with her grandson!
They and nature form a beautiful picture of harmonious coexistence between man and nature.
Spring is not like a shooting star, pitifully short, it is always there, living in our hearts. Lyrical composition using sceneries 14
"Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen." When the light spring begins to flow quietly in the streets and alleys, and smearing the fresh green as you like, the first rain of spring I couldn’t wait to come to this lovely human world. The pattering of water is like a broken pearl, tugging at my heartstrings.
The drizzle is falling in wisps. Walking alone on the path by the river, the wind blows in my face, mixed with naughty raindrops, blowing away my troubled thoughts. Like a bird out of its cage, I enjoy the caress of nature - motherly tenderness and motherly care. I breathed in the breath of nature, the slightly moist soil brewed with the smell of flowers, which gave me a refreshing feeling.
After the baptism of the spring rain, the unknown wild flowers by the river have actually gained a soul-stirring allure, like the shyness of a tearful girl, otherworldly and graceful, perhaps even the king of flowers, the peony. It's three points inferior.
The breeze is blowing in my face, and the willows by the river are singing out their catkins, which are white and fluttering. It is hard to tell or hear. Each flying catkin is a willow tree. Semicolon; catkins flying all over the sky, ridden on the neck by naughty raindrops, falling on the water and playing happily... Lyrical composition using scenery 15
The Buddha said: "Looking back thousands of times in the past life, only then can I You and I will pass by each other in this life."
I have not been fond of talking since I was a child. I am like a rag doll who has not been given the ability to speak. I can only watch others live in silence. It can be said that without Joe, I am lonely, covered with bright and sad bloodstains. Joe's appearance is as sudden and beautiful as a TV plot.
When I was young, I always took my own car to go to school, while other friends would go to school together in groups of two or three.
They have their own friends around them all the time, like a kite with a string, she is at this end and the other is tied at the other end. As for me, I don’t know whether it’s because my kite flies too high or because no one has ever tied a beautiful kite for me. From then on, I began to yearn for taking the bus. I liked the crowding, which seemed to wash away all the sadness.
From beginning to end, I am just one person.
When I entered junior high school, my grandfather felt comfortable letting me choose how to go to school. However, I didn’t know that I need to bring my own change when taking the bus. At that time, I only had a brand-new 50 yuan note on me, which was so dazzling. The driver said to me with a face full of anger: "You can go if you pay 50 yuan!" While I was hesitating, Qiao appeared. She glared at the driver fiercely and helped me pay the fare. Remember to bring change next time. She glanced at me, then walked straight to the end of the carriage and finally sat down quietly.
With pale skin, short brown hair, wearing a black jacket, a striking cold handsomeness, and a guitar slung across his back... our encounter was frozen in a clockwise direction.