In our daily study, work or life, we all inevitably have to come into contact with the composition, right, with the help of the composition can improve our language organization skills. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my carefully organized composition for writing scenery in the sixth grade, welcome to learn and reference, I hope it will help you.
sixth grade essay on writing scenery 1My hometown is in Huangtian Village, Jiufeng Town, Pinghe County, where the mountains are surrounded by small rivers flowing, and the turquoise fields are crisscrossed, and my hometown is beautiful all year round.
In the spring, our most famous fruit - honeydew tree, honeydew tree bloomed white flowers, and the branches of the tree next to each other, some budding, some bloomed stamens. Growing out of the shoots, that honeydew mountain wafted out a burst of flowers, fragrant, intoxicating.
In summer, the hot sun, the honeydew tree slowly grows out of the honeydew dolls, a tree with several fat, round honeydew babies, they hold hands, wearing green clothes in the hot days of the sun grow up happily.
In the fall, the honeydew baby ripe, put on a new yellow dress, a burst of fruit fragrance drifting to thousands of households, the farmers uncle hard work so long, finally ushered in the harvest season, high and dry days farmers uncle not only in the picking of the honeydew, but also to share the fruits of their labor with their neighbors, is really a kind of indescribable joy.
In winter, although we don't have snow like Beijing, but we have a lot of rain here, and sometimes there is a grain of hail, cold, but not forcing, the grapefruit trees did not wither, but to meet the next year's spring, for the brand-new year to accumulate strength.
Ah!
This is my hometown, which is thick and wide, and I really hope that my hometown will become more and more beautiful and more and more fertile.
In my heart, the best scenery is not the paradise scenery, impeccable beauty, from time to time is the most inconspicuous "small bridge and flowing water people". Not because of poor eyesight, but because the hometown is like this.
My hometown Liaocheng, --, is a small city. Because it is the ancient capital of the canal, surrounded by water, also known as "Jiangbei Water City" -. The water here is not as magnificent as the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, nor is the sea so strange. She just slowly forward, toward the goal, night and day tireless work. In people's minds, she is like a falling goose, trying to move forward and never retreat.
The water in Liaocheng is not as muddy as the Yellow River or as blue as the sea. It is pure, transparent and crystal clear, and the pebbles in it are clearly visible. It is best here in the fall, when the autumn wind blows, the sunlight refracts on the water, and the water sparkles, not beautiful, but interesting.
The willow tree in Liaocheng is also a unique scenery that can not be found elsewhere. When spring comes, the willow girl combs her long hair, and when the spring wind blows, her hair floats up. The willow leaves reflect the water, as if the willow girl is looking in the mirror. No wonder our children in Watertown are singing: "Where is spring, where is spring, spring in the willow girl's long hair ......"
Look, this is the landscape left in my heart. She did not have the spectacular view of "three thousand feet down", "once climbed to the top of the mountain, a person will see, the other mountains appear to be dwarfed by the sky" magnificent scenery. There is also a magnificent view of "waves drifting from the horizon", but she is the lovely scenery of my hometown!
6th Grade Composition 3After dinner, my mom and I went for a walk in the park, as we always do. We walked around the park several times, and our feet were a little tired, so we sat on a marble bench and rested for a while.
After a while, our "dancers" went on stage, the music started, the square dance began. The aunts on the square danced to the music. Sometimes the ground "trampled", sometimes the palms of the hands were hit, issued a crisp and pleasant "pop" sound. All of these form a more beautiful melody, so I can not close my eyes to revel in the world of music.
After a while, I opened my eyes, and my gaze involuntarily fell on a different person: she, a grandmother in her eighties, her head full of silver hair attached to her face due to sweat, her face was covered with age spots, and her deep crow's feet showed the vicissitudes of her life. She stood in the crowd, carefully mimicking the movements of those around her, making the children around her giggle. Then look at Grandma. Although her 'movements are raw and funny, I still admire her from the bottom of my heart. She is a beautiful landscape in this square!
I can not help but think of myself. Every time the teacher asked questions in class, I was always worried about making mistakes, and I didn't dare to raise my hand.
Whenever I encounter something, I always think before and after, but do not dare to try.
I am ashamed. I'm ashamed. An octogenarian can move with the times and try boldly. Why can't I?
Sixth grade essay on scenery 4Early in the morning, cloudy, out of the house, a wind blowing my cheeks, a touch of coolness followed, the air seems to be fragrant flowers, the morning air is so refreshing. Sitting in the car, quietly watching the scenery on both sides of the road, a leaf drifted down from the tree, which reminds me of the leaf.
"Leaves leave because the wind does not pursue or the tree does not retain" Indeed, it is not the wind that carries it flying; nor is it that the tree branches do not hold it. Leaves drift down from the tree, the wind will take it on the journey; also in the late fall turned yellow, the tree will give it up. Leaves are silent and selfless. In late autumn, the leaves on the tree fall down, for the tree into fertilizer, which reminds me of Gong Zizhen's poem: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, into the spring mud to protect the flowers." The world thinks it's a poem praising flowers, but I don't think so, I think it's praising the leaves as fertilizer for the flowers to fertilize. During the lesson a leaf drifted down to my hand, looking at it, I immediately respect this kind of flower protection. Suddenly a few transparent drops of rain fell from the sky. At this time of the rain so-called autumn rain continuous.
The leaf life is uneventful, from the spring quietly come to the fall silently go only do one thing, is to better protect the trees, let it thrive. This reminds me of my parents, mom and dad have been carefully cared for us since childhood, we are like fine flowers, guarding the leaves selfless love and care, although sometimes we make mistakes, but parents will always take care of us to love us, I love my parents, but also love the leaves in late autumn.
Sixth grade writing composition 5Our campus, although established long ago, but everything on campus still looks so vibrant, especially the picturesque beauty of the four seasons, let people stay and marvel.
Spring, and the wind sends warmth, the recovery of all things, the branches drilled on the tip of the young shoots, tender as if the young girl's delicate bamboo shoots finger, so that people do not want to brush. Every time you walk into the school door, a hint of freshness into your nose, students are also surrounded by a plant of life, appreciate, draw the aroma. A good morning is also so a "smell" and passed.
Summer, the sun is burning, the earth flowing gold, but the campus rows of tall camphor trees, still vibrant, holding up the green shade as a cover, with people percolating coolness. Between classes, students holding books, take the rope, come to this dense canopy, do their own thing, as if everything is still so cool, soothing.
In the fall, with the west wind blowing, flowers and trees, the campus of the boulevard covered with thick leaves, walking on it as stepping on the cotton felt carpet, and issued a rustling sound. Every day, the campus is a concert, the pleasant sound of rustling rhythmically ringing, giving people a mood of relaxation and pleasure.
In winter, snowflakes fly, the earth silver. We stepped on the snow, such as agate like jade, in the school pile of snowmen, snowball fights, ski sled, oblivious to the cold attack. The whole earth echoed with laughter.
This is the campus where I studied and grew up, she is not only beautiful, picturesque, but more importantly, the ubiquitous love and care, so that I have a happy, unforgettable childhood!
Sixth grade writing the scene of the composition 6In addition to the sound of firecrackers, the Spring Festival has long been people began to fire, I also got up early to help everyone clean up, to meet the new beginning.
When you walk down the street, it's really crowded. There was big shopping everywhere. Children were selling sugar gourds or barong rouge on the street, while adults were arguing over the prices of spring scrolls and firecrackers. What a lively scene!
After the sale of spring scrolls, it was time to put them up. Dad stepped on the stool and brushed it with paste, and I handed it to him. It took a lot of effort to finally stick it out. But the upper and lower couplets were pasted backwards, or at the beginning. After a few weeks, the Spring Festival couplets were finally pasted up with good luck. The Spring Festival couplets are rich and powerful, reflecting the red door, reflecting our hearts.
It's getting late. It's time to make dumplings. I want to do everything. I rolled the skin for a while, wrapped the dumplings for a while, busy meeting. My mom suggested putting a coin in the dumpling. Whoever eats this dumpling is the happiest person. One by one, I found this happy dumpling and it was still in my hand, so I became the happiest person.
After eating the hot dumplings, the family sat around the lawsuit, talked about their wishes and aspirations, and listened to my mom's stories about the Chinese New Year; the room was filled with laughter and giggles, and pure excitement and joy flowed everywhere.
Sixth grade writing composition 7In the fall, the sky is high. A clear blue sky is like a sapphire. A few clouds drifted by, the sky looks more blue, flocks of geese, taking advantage of the autumn high, lined up neatly to fly to the warmth of the south, a row into a "one" shape, a row into the "human" shape. Sometimes the side of the fly and call, it can be said that the geese have left the sound.
The most striking thing is the maple leaves on the mountains. Nearby, the maple leaves like our little hand, and we greeted; from a distance, the hillside trees interlaced, leaves connected, layers and layers, reflecting each other, reflecting the red half of the sky. In the large swaths of red interspersed with dark yellow, brown. Like a butterfly fluttering in the air, really colorful. Looking at this beautiful scene, I can not help but recite: "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, frost leaves red than February flowers."
Chrysanthemums like an actor, elegantly mounted on the stage, the colorful colors: red like fire, yellow race gold, white as snow, pink as Xia, purple like canon. The shape of the thousands of forms: as big as a hydrangea, as thin as a hair, as beautiful as a peony as noble. Let the autumn frost how to beat, but it bloomed in the cold, really strong ah!
Lively children out of the house, into the embrace of Mother Earth; to the park to enjoy chrysanthemums; to the orchard fruit picking; red-faced old people in the Day of the Chongyang Festival to climb up and see the distance, to strengthen the body, and to wish themselves good health!
Autumn, the sky is high, fruitful, but also a harvest season. I love the fall!
Sixth grade writing composition 8There is a pond not far from my home. It is clear, quiet, silent and selfless. It moisturizes the surrounding plants and trees, irrigates the fields, and the fish live unrestrained in the water pond. Early in the morning, the pond often came a burst of laughter, that is a milk a milk and aunts in the pond to wash clothes. Summer evening friends like to play in the pond, but also people sitting in the pond leisurely fishing. This pond has brought convenience and happiness to people, and is the best memory of my childhood.
Now I'm slowly growing up, the pond is also changing without me realizing it. Now the pond compared with the previous really like two "river" ah! It has become an invisible "killer". Floating on the surface of the yellow grass and plastic bags, the water can no longer see small fish, around the pond around the flowers and plants are withered. Since the pond was polluted, people often threw garbage in the water, and the pond was used as a garbage can. Now the pond stinks when it's hot.
Looking at the muddy, smelly pond, I really miss its former clear, beautiful look. I want to say that we have to take good care of our home, the earth is only one, don't let it get hurt again.
"Give me back my beautiful world!" This is my call from my heart.
Sixth grade writing composition 9I like the sunset, the bright moon, the stars ...... these beautiful scenery. But it is the ever-changing evening sunshine that captivates me y. Every day after dinner, I take a walk in the small garden and enjoy the evening sunset.
I looked up at the sky, and suddenly, a red haze appeared in the sky, and the range of the red haze slowly expanded, and in a short while, it dyed the whole sky red. I looked with all my attention, the colorful clouds in the sky all of a sudden turned into a handsome thousand-mile horse, it flew in the sky, it ran, unknowingly turned into a fierce and incomparable big lion, it is in the sky loudly and proudly shouted ......
Look! There appeared an incredibly beautiful fairy, she swung her hands, twisted her body, and danced beautifully! Before I could finish admiring her, she slowly disappeared. At this time, the sky appeared a dangerous peaks, dangerous peaks, jagged rocks, as if not careful will fall down. Suddenly, the sky "dust" flying, just in the blink of an eye, the sky of colorful clouds actually turned into a beautiful and lovely doves of peace, they spread their wings, and flew away to the faraway ......
Later, the sky's red clouds gradually became pink and then purple, and finally they all disappeared. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! What a wonderful show! This is nature's masterpiece, nature, you are so magical, how interesting, you create countless beauty!
Early in the morning, walking on the stone road, the faint mist still remains in the fragrance of dew.
The wild chrysanthemums on both sides of the road are a little withered, and their slender petals have become a little dull yellow. At this time of year, if it rains a lot, it might still be alive.
"Dong". "Dong". Little droplets of water fall from the sky onto people's foreheads and clothes . Stick out your tongue and lick it. It's so sweet and refreshing. This is the rain in my hometown.
Gradually, the rain got bigger and bigger, and the pedestrians on the street immediately rushed up and accelerated their steps, and the street lost order. After a while, the street opened up umbrella flowers.
The rain fell on the eaves, and the dense raindrops were strung into a string of pearls, like a gorgeous pearl curtain.
Rain fell on the petals of the flowers, the flowers "gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.
The rain falls on the soil and is instantly absorbed.
Landing on the ground, splashing crystal water, pure than peony, clean than daffodil, short-lived than blossom, this is really a scene of all that nature has given me!
Like bright pigments scattered over everything, everything immediately took off its heavy coat and danced in a gorgeous gown!
I will never forget the rain in my hometown!
Sixth grade writing composition 11The summer is gone, and the fall drifted in. In this cool season, it's best to observe the leaves.
When I was still immersed in this beautiful scenery, a cute little guy riding the wind naughty fell on my shoulder. I looked down and saw that it was a maple leaf. I carefully held it in my hand. Putting it on my face, it was so cool and comfortable! Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and a few more maple leaves floated down. Some of them are like the palm of a little baby's hand with small jagged teeth on the edge that don't sting the hand. "Stop the car and sit in the maple forest late, the frosty leaves are redder than the February flowers." As soon as I see this maple tree, I will think of this poem by Du Mu.
Compared with the redness of the maple leaves, the ginkgoes look especially soft and beautiful, you see, how they look like a delicate little bushel! In the fall wind, the ginkgo biloba leaves fluttered down one by one, as if laying a gorgeous yellow carpet on the earth.
Autumn leaves, you point poke the world of autumn, but also purified people's hearts!
Essay comments:
Imaginary false fall leaves, please students to write the real fall leaves, okay? Then have a seizure essay up, I see who writes well.
Sixth grade writing composition 12Autumn is a hard-working girl, cultivating a large harvest of good land, autumn is a fruit grower, harvesting big big fruit ......
Autumn is the girl of the rainy season, making the sultry weather cool and refreshing.
The sky in the fall is blue and clear, the cicadas are no longer annoyingly barking, and the dogs are no longer spitting out their tongues. How beautiful everything has become. City, a thriving scene; countryside, a fruitful world, the river, more fresh and bright. Everything has become so wonderful in a flash.
I, being head down to do homework, the refreshing autumn wind makes my brain become more flexible, from the countryside over the grandparents face loaded with good news, brought me a lot of fruit. Grandma said, "The countryside is full of wild chrysanthemums, which are very beautiful! If you go there sometime, you're guaranteed to be intoxicated once you're inside."
The leaves are yellow, the rice is yellow, the grass is yellow. The autumn is a golden world.
Autumn is beautiful. Autumn is the season of vitality and romance.
Sixth grade writing composition 13Look over there, the sun is blazing, the children are hot and sweaty, some eat ice cream, some drink ...... It seems that summer has come. Summer is like a mischievous child who changes his face when he says so. Especially his elves - little rain drops, lovely.
"Sand - sand - ......" The raindrops outside the window like broken pearls The raindrops outside the window are like pearls with broken strings. The raindrops, crystal clear, are big and small. I think, these raindrops elves must be in the comfort of the crying summer and play this wonderful music, sometimes "Ta. Ta." Landing, sometimes the wind rustled ...... I listened to this wonderful music, can not help but out of the house door, enjoy and these elves embrace. Smell, I smelled the elves brought the fragrant breath of nature; taste, I woke up from the intoxication due to the coolness of the raindrops, my mind seems to have received a baptism, suddenly become pure; touch, the touch of the raindrops elves is so smooth, as if I saw the summer does not cry. In the midst of this beauty, he too was intoxicated. The air became more and more fresh; the flowers shook up their spirits and bloomed more brightly; the grass became greener; the big tree brother also played beautiful music with his leaves and water droplets ...... "Rustle--Rustle -- ...... "The rain, still falling, I, still intoxicated ......
Little raindrops, you're so pure, you're really the summer's
There are all kinds of exciting and interesting facilities in the amusement park, which always make children forget to come back. But I still like the grove in the countryside the most, because there are small trees, streams, and a lot of little friends there. There is my paradise.
The air in the countryside is much better than in the city, where there are many tall buildings. In summer, there are many oranges in the grove, and they look so tempting hanging on the trees one by one. My friends and I would often go to pick oranges and share the delicious taste together.
The stream in the country grove is so clear that it is like a beautiful mirror. Whenever the breeze blows, the calm stream will emit a silver bell-like song, how nice it sounds! In the summer, my partners and I jumped into the stream to play in the water, the water splashed on us, our clothes are soaked, but we do not care about these small things, but also happy to laugh.
In the grove, you will always see a hen with a flock of chickens, and the chicks are so cute with their tender heads and yellow fur that you can't help but want to touch them. We gave the chicks some millet to eat, and the chicks started chirping all of a sudden, as if thanking us.
I love this paradise, it brings me countless happiness!
Sixth grade writing composition 15The spring girl, sitting on a carpet of flowers, has quietly approached us, and the earth has come back to life.
In the blue sky floated a few white clouds sister, a small bird flying freely, chirping and singing, and white clouds sister with the game, so comfortable.
In the dense forest, only a few rays of sunlight came in. A small rabbit in a group in the forest picking mushrooms, playing hide and seek. A moment to pick a mushroom here, a moment to go there to play hide-and-seek. The rabbits are very happy to be here, and they are very happy to be here.
In the forest, a clattering river is crystal clear, like a transparent blue silk in the embrace of the mother earth sing this song, dance, flow ....... In the creek, a small fish swim over the top of the water, the blue silk suddenly fluttered. These small fish are very fast and happy, a moment in the water to turn around, a moment like a dolphin out of the water to jump out of the water, a 360-degree spin, plus a perfect drop, full marks! .......
Next to the creek there is a green meadow, the grass is blooming with colorful flowers, like a lovely little girl.
In the distance, the rolling hills look like giants, standing on top of the sky between the father and mother earth.
Ah, the spring girl decorated the earth more beautiful!