Whether you are in school or entering society, you will inevitably come into contact with the essay, right, the essay can be divided into time-limited essays and non-time-limited essays according to the different time limits for writing. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The following is my help to organize the first year of writing a scene essay, I hope it can help you.
The first year of writing a landscape essay 1"Snow, snow" with the students' joyful shouts, students in a nest of crazy scurry out of the classroom, straight to the playground, wow! The playground has become a sea of snow, as if the earth put on a white dress. Look, the roof, tree branches, on the ground, into a white, really a spectacular scene. The snow elves shook their nerves and fell from the sky, beautiful! Huh? How can there be color, it is the students' clothes. Look, the students played a snowball fight. We hand pinch a ball of snow, rolled into a snowball, thrown to other students, hands freezing red, red, we occasionally in the hands of the "ha" gas, seems to be fun to let us forget the cold.
This beautiful snow like goose feather snow engulfed the whole world, the thing disappears, into the classroom, to see the language teacher is also full of fun, serious teacher in the classroom, but also do not forget the students' learning, so that the students look at the snow, recite poetry about the snow.
Ah! I love you, you give us a lot of fun. Snow, I love you, you make us feel the beauty of snowflakes!
First year landscape essay 2"Ink has been into the water, ferry a pool of blue flowers; take five points of the red haze, picking lotus home; leisurely wind to come, the blue lotus to get a light veil, the empty left a bud-colored tea." This paragraph will show the coziness of the lotus picker when picking lotus.
Because of my parents, I have been a lotus picker since I was a child, and the lotus pond under the setting sun shows the splendor of a generation.
The vast lake, densely covered with the "color", a piece of lotus ponds next to each other, building a piece of heaven and earth belonging to the lotus. The eye is all emerald. Breeze, the lotus lake can not help but swept through the fine ripples, under the setting sun, for which a thin layer of bright gold. Gorgeous and not into the cliché. Hidden and hidden jade lotus, just as a young girl in fancy dress, such as the dark night of that a touch of the curved moon, more like the fleetingly bright fireworks. The air is filled with a sweet flavor, unique to fresh lotus seeds. Dazzling in the tip of the nose, luring me to pick. The boat sails leisurely, the floating weeds, bits and pieces, but also seems to be in the composition of music, misty song riding on the light wind floating around. In the lotus leaves, a bit of Chinese girls hidden, they are in the sea of leaves and the wind song dance, occasionally turn around and raise the sleeve, occasionally cover the face of shyness, everything is so peaceful and beautiful ......
Although the lotus picker, play in the flowers and leaves. The fragrance of the flowers around the body, the will to flowers as a person.
First year landscape essay 3The idea is to praise the plum, to praise the soul.
The cold winds are raging, snowflakes flying, all the trees are sleeping, but the plum is blooming a tree flowers at this time, to report to the people, the message of spring will come. It does not care about the bees, butterflies buzzing in pursuit, speechless independent snow, more faint speechless emanating a faint plum fragrance, bold and lonely standing in the sky in the wind and snow, defying the cold, alone in early spring.
The angry winds do not want to blow out its passion, the sky of the snow is not want to cover the interest of its delicate charm, but it is in the frost fighting snow more glittering. Flurry of snowflakes in the plum accompanied by, more and more appear to be eclipsed. The first thing you need to do is to look at it from a distance, and you will see it in the snow.
Far from looking forward to, moist as congealed fat red plum, clean as the moon's white snow, blue light glittering green plum, bright yellow plum, colorful, other feelings, doubling the rhyme. Nearby to see, a cluster or Ming spit stamens, or sparse shadow, or oddly abrupt, small flowers do not stain the dust, as if quietly descending flower fairy, spotless, ice clean, in the flowers under the fragrance permeated, if anything, elegant and elegant.
My hometown is beautiful everywhere, there are beautiful parks, squares, woods and prairies, and I like the hometown of the clear river the most.
Spring came, the little swallows from the south back to the north, lightly from the river to pick up the mud, and then flew to the beams of the house to build a nest. The river melted, the stream widened, old cows came over to drink, and sheep bleated and ran over to drink.
In the summer, the weather became hot, and people wore half-sleeves. We children often go to the river to swim and play, a wave after a wave, the small fish was awakened, a moment to run here, a . The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid.
In the fall, the various trees next to the river turned yellow and red, and the river reflected them, as if a painting. Next to the river grew a piece of red sorghum, as far as the colorful clouds. The orchard on the other side of the river is harvested, the water on the river is fragrant with fruit, especially good smell.
Winter is here, the river is frozen, the ice hides the hibernation of the fish. We children like to skate on it to play, sometimes joking with each other, some small partners pick up a ball of snow thrown at the companion, the companion ran away, hahaha laughter spread to a far, far away.
I love my hometown river, may it always accompany our growth.
First year writing composition 5In our capital there is a park with a fascinating view. It has a long history and beautiful scenery, and is a famous tourist attraction.
There are mountains and water, green trees and red walls, and ancient pavilions and attics, very beautiful! Look, there is an island on the shore, the trees on the island layer upon layer, lush. In the distance, a bridge appears, glittering white in the sunlight. The lake under the bridge is sparkling and clear. Small fish swim freely in the water, poking their heads out from time to time, looking curiously at the outside world. In the center of the lake there is a beautiful lotus pond, the pool of beautiful lotus flowers competing in the open, pink, yellow, pure white - lined with lotus flowers is a large jade plate like turquoise lotus leaves.
The breeze blew, the lotus slightly swinging, exuding a light fragrance, refreshing, intoxicating, just like the dancing girl. Lotus pool, a group of young pioneers swinging two groups, three a piece, showing a smile, rowing paddle. The sound of laughter and waves broke the calm of the lake. They enjoy the infinite fun given by nature.
Such a tree surrounded by such water, such water reflected in such a tower, the boat on the blue waves, people in the painting. What a picturesque park ah!
First Year Scenic Essay 6My hometown, Ningxia, is really an almighty Ningxia!
He has steep mountains and gentle slopes; he has endless deserts and beautiful grasslands; he has cool streams and flying overhanging waterfalls; he has thrilling equestrianism and fun circus; he has huge rainstorms and even bigger hailstorms; he has beautiful gardens and endless woods; he has delicious food and fashionable clothes;
He can ski and skate on sand! ; he can ride on a big camel, he can ride on a sheepskin raft; he can look at ice sculptures, he can look at sand castles; he can herd cows and sheep, he can raise pigs and chickens. There are so many more things he can ......
Now, Ningxia big change. The Yellow River along the spread of culture, the edge of the city show history. The Daxia Kingdom was built here, and although it was lost, it was also popular for a while.
Now, the new style of Ningxia can be seen everywhere; the long history of Ningxia can be seen everywhere; the new future of Ningxia can be imagined everywhere!
I love Ningxia good scenery, good people, good place!
Last week, there was a touch of green in the classroom.
One pot on the lectern, the other two pots on the windowsill. The two pots were identical, as if they were twins. They have a slender stem with a tender green leaf hanging from the sunlight shining bright. The stems above the roots pushed against each other, and further up, the leaves spread out in all directions. A breeze, they can not help but sway, beautiful dance is amazing. I believe that you see, must be swayed. Mischievous sunlight and its perspective turned to the leaves, the leaves seem to be shy, splashed a little silver. It is tender green all around, with a silvery-white smile in the center. In the other pot, a few plants go their own way, with their own territories. Their leaves are thick, glossy and deep green. A closer look reveals a little secret. If the leaves were crowding each other, they would be more like rivals, enemies. Now, they are gentle and humble, tolerant of each other, but also happy.
Listening to the teacher said, the green is the most easy to relieve eye fatigue, you may want to see more. Moreover, the plants will also create oxygen, fresh air, conducive to our survival. To take good care of them.
The rain in Chongqing is not as dense and full as the clouds in Kunming, but it is also interesting.
The sky is full of dark clouds, a black pressurized piece of immediately after the wind, the roadside trees were scraped shaking, from time to time issued, low voice of Sining Street, instant dust, suddenly a golden light flashed. Issued a boom, like a thousand troops from my head pressure, do not give you a chance to catch your breath, bean-sized raindrops mercilessly smashed down, followed by pouring rain straight down. Between the sky and water like hanging a wide and incomparable lotus steps, a hazy piece, nothing can be seen, the water on the ground deeper and deeper, will be connected to a small stream. The discount horn ran forward, and the automobiles rushed forward as if in a frenzy, having seen a small wall of water several people high. The storm just kept on raining as if the bank in the sky had broken. It covered the sky.
Chongqing's rain said to come to say, go to go, rainstorms, although fierce, but for Chongqing to wash away the dust piled up, fresh air again to meet the face, this is the unique rainstorms in Chongqing it.
First year landscape essay 9Just talk about the shortness of the fall, fleeting, all of a sudden it is winter again. Winter has come so silently.
The wind blowing from the north, with some flavor of snow, but very fresh and a little cold. He designed a beautiful track for those leaves to dance a final round dance. Even if there are some that don't want to dance, they are listless and half-hanging on the branches, half-green and half-yellow, feeling a little dangerous. Like a person in the gale crossing the log bridge, and afraid of falling, but also to maintain balance. The result is still a careless, joined the ranks of the dancers.
In the morning, all the sky is gray. The sun has not yet "get up", around the trees ah, buildings ah all together with a layer of thin smoke, the wind can not blow open. When the sun came out, although the thin smoke scattered, but he did not warm that some cold wind. Hands all day "immersed" in the icy wind, never warmed up.
In the afternoon, the sun went home early. "He is also afraid of cold," asked the moon. But she too was on lonely watch.
My favorite time is when the moon is just rising. There is still a dark red canopy hanging down in the west. But where the dark red meets the dark red is a deep, clear blue. The moon rose from there, a curved crescent, and there was a bright star not far from her. I lifted my head and gazed long into the western sky just to see her one more time.
The gray of early winter could not cover her, and I wondered if I would ever see such a beautiful night and such a full moon again.
For the first time, I realized that the night is beautiful in the long and gray winter.
My mother's call cut through my sweet dreams. I opened my hazel eyes and came to the window in a daze.
Heh!
This is the first time I've ever seen a fog in my life!
This thick as milk fog blocked my gaze on the tender grass and delicate flowers, so that the wonderful life of the morning in my field of vision has become blank. I ate breakfast and picked up my backpack to catch the bus.
The fog, still thick!
A piece of white silence, like a fairy's beautiful gown gently down, in the city floating ah floating. Suddenly, a seemingly round and non-circular beam of light through the flawless white, into my field of vision - the sunrise is rising, but the fog is not the slightest attention, continue to yo-yo, yo-yo.
A few rays of light traveled slowly, the headlights of the school bus. In the school bus quietly looking out.
The streets and alleys are noisy again, the fog seems to be unable to resist, fade a little, hazy see just opened the store, the uncle went to work and buy food granny. Everyone, every thing in my line of sight is hidden, can be said to be in a sense of wonderland. I arrived at the school in a white clamor. Until the third class, the fog gradually disappeared.
This time the sky, extraordinarily clear, extraordinarily clear.
First Year Scenic Essay 11Rain, rain, or rain ...... As soon as autumn arrives, the autumn rain does not stop. Could it be that the autumn rain is congratulating the arrival of autumn? I sat at my desk and looked out the window at the rain, feeling extraordinarily comfortable.
Wake up in the morning, although the time is not early, but pull open the curtains, as if it is still night, the sound of the car is light and unusual, people wake up and drowsy. Drill out the window to see, the rain, gradually small, the original yellow leaves were changed color, the rain has a watery green, so that the place has become a spring tender green, extraordinarily green. And this color, but also as if to set off the autumn fruitful, mouth-watering "flying straight down three thousand feet. The city has become a rural area, the road is a field, was dry and barren, but now there is life, sprouting stars "crops". Look, some of the old houses in the city is like a small cottage, luxury, it must be the rich people's big villa. I also saw the rural countryside, roaming around the old cattle, hard-working farmers, laid-back tycoon ......
This wonderful season, with her original way - magic and continuous rain, tell us! --She's coming!
First year landscape essay 12Our school organized the seventh grade students came to the tulip garden in the story of the mountain tour, the morning sunshine in the tulips on the petals, they bloomed, the flowers, beautiful purple and red, converged into a sea of flowers, let us see overwhelmed, you squeeze me, I squeeze you, so that this is still in the sleep of the garden awakened, the whole garden at once the birdsong and the fragrance of the flowers.
Here in addition to the colorful, there is a faint aroma, the aroma spread throughout the garden, I closed my eyes, smell a fresh and natural aroma, around the side of the bias, I seem to have come to the world of flowers, surrounded by flowers. Yes, the youth wisdom is the country wisdom, the youth rich is the country rich, the youth strong is strong, the youth independence is the country independence, the youth freedom is the country freedom, the youth progress is the country progress.
First year landscape essay 13It's fall, and it's the season of falling leaves.
People often say that the fall leaves in the fall are golden withered leaves, like butterflies fluttering.
But really in the fall, the falling leaves can be more than golden yellow. Golden yellow of course more, and very much, almost everywhere. But if you look down carefully, you will find that the fallen leaves are actually colored. Yellow brown green, yellow-green, yellow-green, yellow-brown, green-brown, three colors.
Autumn is also colored.
Yellow leaves are tree leaves yellowing just after falling. A little bit turns brown. Green is tree leaves dying, falling from the tree, a little bit into brown, turning yellow on the way to brown.
Autumn is the season when the life of a plant dies.
Leaves, branches, grass leaves, grass stems, flower petals, flower stems, fall one after the other and cover the earth. Yellow, brown, green, is colorful.
Autumn is the season of abundance, all kinds of grains are bent over. Plants ripen for fruit. Trees on the ground, a harvest of joy, colorful.
Autumn is the season of falling leaves is the season of color.
First year landscape essay 14Under the sun's illumination, drops of rain pouring down, just like the rain legend, so dazzling.
Sun rain ah sun rain! You are the sweet rain of the sky, you are the nourishment of the sunny day, you are the child of the sun!
Sunshine and rain, sunshine and rain! You pattered and moisturized everything, splashing warmth of the sun just right, the combination of heaven and earth together!
The sun and rain, the sun and rain! You have stretched the seedlings for the people of the cloth, let us laugh!
Sunshine and rain, sunshine and rain! You are as warm as spring, you are as enthusiastic as summer, you are as refreshing as fall, and you shine as winter!
Like a kind mother, breastfeeding thousands of worlds, growing countless living beings! And you do not lose the majesty of your pouring, ding-dong, ding-dong - the queen arrives!
The white clouds set you off, the sun supports you, and people worship you! Singing your praises! You are worshipped by the people!
You are the goddess of life!
The rain has stopped.
You looked down on the happy beings, and smiled brightly,
The clothes fluttered, and you went away, as if you had never come to this noisy red dust.
The people were also busy again.
The sun is just right, the white clouds, the distant horizon, the only thing left is,
You with a drop of rain, a sunshine, the creation -
colorful.
First year landscape essay 15A small stream in the suburbs of Chuzhou, the rushing stream impacting the rocks thumping, as if a white girl in a lute, next to the growth of special grass, they do not like lavender as a charming aroma, not as beautiful as flowers, and not like fruit trees are praised by the people, but they are silently contributing to mankind, how special ah! !
I was walking on the road, I heard a wonderful song, I went with the song, in front of my eyes is a choir, the voice is particularly good, as if to bring you into the fairyland, so that you listen to it after lingering back and forth, it is difficult to extricate themselves.
The evening came, the expensive as oil spring rain pattered down, the sky is filled with a gauze-like rain mist, fresh and wet, the beauty is like a painting. The streets were as lubricated as ghee. The weather is also exceptionally good.
There are still a few abandoned boats on the wild ferry, floating casually on their own, touching the sadness in my heart.
I couldn't help but think of a poem by Wei Yingwu, 'I have pity on the grass that grows by the side of the stream, and the oriole is singing in the deep trees above. The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and no one in the wild boat crosses the river.'
First Year Scenic Composition 16My hometown is in Guangxi, where there is a place called Guilin. Today I will tell you about Yangshuo in Guilin. I have never been to that place, but I have seen some pictures about Yangshuo from books, and I have heard my father say it, so I know that Yangshuo is a very beautiful place.
There are many mountains in Yangshuo, and there is a mountain that looks like a bamboo shoot standing in the calm water of the lake. There are many fishermen there, who go to catch fish at dawn. That is why they have a bird called cormorant in every house there to help people catch fish.
The houses in Yangshuo are all old, which is not rare, but there is something more rare than that, that is, the furniture in those houses are also old, if you go to Yangshuo, you will feel like you are in the ancient times.
Not only can you see the beautiful scenery there, but you can also eat the specialties there - fresh bamboo shoots and fish that the fishermen have just caught. If I go to Yangshuo definitely want to give it more fresh bamboo shoots and fish to bring back to share with everyone.
Guangxi I love you, you raised us.
First year writing composition 17I love the fall. Since ancient times, the fall, in the poet's 's eyes, is the season of homesickness, is the season of farewell, is the season of falling leaves leisurely, everything withered. "The city of Luoyang to see the autumn wind, want to write a book meaning ten thousand" "Qingfeng River on the autumn sails far away, Baidi City side of the ancient wood sparse" "Autumn winds rise and white clouds fly, grass and trees yellow fall and geese return to the south." ......
But I don't think so. Autumn is the season of fruits and fruits, is the season of colorful, is also the season of heart and soul. Autumn is like a fairy, both sleeves whisked away the sun's heat, brought the soughing cool wind, with both hands to hold out the fruitful and full to the hard work of a year's farmers. Autumn, so that farmers smile extraordinarily bright. The red maple forest is so enthusiastic that it makes people feel a kind of furious passion for learning all over. The withered petals, is not it "falling red is not a heartless thing, turned into spring mud more protective flowers" flavor? Autumn is not everything withered, August's golden laurel, September's chrysanthemums, October's water hibiscus, is not exactly in the fall blooming flowers?
I love the birds and flowers in the spring, green trees in the summer, silver winter, more favor the sky high clouds in the golden autumn!
These days, the sky is filled with fog. The fog is the earth's nostrils, the earth's aura. People and mountains and rivers always need aura, otherwise how can there be people and places? I always think so.
I like fog, especially love to see the world in the fog. Standing in a mass of fog, there is a kind of fairy-like intoxication: through the white sand of the mist, look at the outstanding style of the mountains, look at the drift undulating crowd, look at the graceful small trees, look at the half-hidden half-emerging hut, look at the rising smoke of the cooking ...... fog in the world, quiet and serene.
Fog in the world filled with, I as placed in the sea of fog, and as if into the fairyland in general. The fog is getting thicker and thicker, like a fairy wearing a sarong. The building is vague, to the fairy tale of the ancient castle.
Fog around me, soaked my face. Ah! I feel everything is so comfortable. This blanket of fog, really a different kind of poetry ah!
The fog is peaceful, but there is also peace under the cover of sin. Listen to the police siren wailing, hazy and clear, close and seemingly distant, to the peaceful world covered with a layer of fear. Greedy people ah, always like this ......
I like the fog, like to see the sea of people in the fog, like to gaze at this group of life in the veil of peace, how the newborn towards destruction. I pray, tick off the sinful part of this group of life, so that peace is as pure as the fog.
First Year Scenic Essay 19It hadn't rained for a long time, and the summer sun was baking the earth. People are looking forward to a penetrating rain to relieve the heat.
Everyone's prayers finally moved the rain god. In the afternoon, the wind was strong, dark clouds from the north of the sky rushed to come, accompanied by a lightning, a burst of thunder. The people knew that a storm was coming.
In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky. Immediately after, the beans big rain fell down, hit the window "snap" only sound. Suddenly, there was a thunderstorm that shook people to their core. All of a sudden, the rain like a broken pearl, "wow" sound, the sky from the sky pouring down.
Listen! Rain on the banana leaves, is so rhythmic, melodious and pleasant to the ear, is a brilliant pianist playing a beautiful music.
Look! The rain fell from the sky, and the street trees on both sides of the road were washed clean. The rain flowed down the eaves of the house, began to look like a broken line of beads, gradually connected to a line. The water on the ground became more and more accumulated. The stone-graded path was washed clean by the rain. The rain fell on the ground, and the splash of water was beautiful; after the heavy rain, everything in the world was new. I love summer rain!
The first year of writing a landscape essay 20Farewell to the last wisp of summer enthusiasm, we also with this step into the purity of autumn. It is at this time that the osmanthus blossomed.
Early in the morning, I stepped into the osmanthus garden, under a tree full of osmanthus blossoms, and arranged everything I brought, after which I sat down. I raised my head and looked closely at the osmanthus flowers, which were small and dense, blooming in silence. At this time, a gust of wind blew over, I smelled a refreshing fragrance, so I couldn't help but pour a cup of tea, I was about to savor it, a few osmanthus flowers fell onto the tea, my brain suddenly cleared up a lot, I shook the tree again, and many, many more osmanthus flowers fell down. Suddenly, I felt a coolness on the back of my head, and I touched it with my hand, and it turned out to be an osmanthus flower falling on the back of my head. At this time I took out my pastries, and a few more osmanthus flowers fell down and floated all the way to the pastries, so that the pastries became osmanthus cakes, I savored the osmanthus cakes and osmanthus tea, the mood is extraordinarily comfortable.
Osmanthus is fragrant, I love osmanthus.
First year writing essay 21In ancient times the earth's crust collided, uplifted and formed mountain ranges, and tensile cracks and produced canyons. The tugging of the Asian-European plate against the edge of the American plate at the bottom of the sea created the contours of Western Europe with its shattered beauty.
West of the Scandinavian mountains and north of Oslo, Norway, in the Polar Circle, there is a small patch of temperate oceanic climate here. Explorers, if they are lucky, may see the ruddy sun slowly rising halfway up the mountains at midnight, haloing the fjord's fragmented edges with a mysterious reddish glow. The black of old dead trees is painted in orange X's, giving off a ghostly, seductive aura. The lacquered river is scaly and the reflections in the water are mesmerizing.
The night is still young and the sun has risen. The black curtain has not changed, the actors on the stage have long been changed. The product of glacial action is covered with dark forests, and occasionally the wail of the night owls breaks through the silent night sky, sounding miserable and fascinating. The time is right, there may also be a brilliant aurora borealis light up, lined with the dark red sun, coloring the place mysterious and beautiful,
Midnight in Norway, midnight fjords, fjords of the sun, the occasional aurora borealis, all show its shadowy beauty.
First year writing essay 22Through the darkness, looking at the lake at night.
The clear water of the lake embraces the moonlight, which quietly snuggles in the embrace of the lake, bends over and quietly falls asleep.
The crickets in the bushes are jumping restlessly, trying to disturb. Sentinels in the sky saw the restless crickets, pulled up the lights. At once, the silvery-white moonlight filled the earth. The breeze that carries intelligence lifts the head of the green "guard". The grass began to sway majestically, and the cricket, alone, had to flee under threat. The frightened moonlight trembled, the breeze across the lake, gently soothing the moonlight. Moonlight gently bent over again and fell asleep.
Stars dressed the night sky, with an occasional shooting star or two passing swiftly through it. Fireflies played in the grass, flooding it with a little light. Everything became so quiet. Of course, once in a while, a fish would jump out of the water and burrow into the lake again with a graceful gesture to break the excessive quiet.