1. Essay writing about the countryside in summer summer
"Tick, tick, tick," it's pouring rain outside the window. Oh, I see it, it's the footsteps of summer.
Gently, she stepped into the mountains. The mountains were suddenly like a veil of plain white silver. The mountains, blurred; books, trees, blurred. This willow-like rain fairy drifted down, instantly engulfed the miles of green mountains. Ah, spring - bold.
Slowly, she stepped into the fields. Everywhere in the field fluttered her beautiful figure. She happily frolicked with the field uncle, splashing so high, just like her clear spring-like smile. Oh, summer - honest.
Slowly, she walked into the campus. Innocent children happily into the embrace of summer, to press the string of larks singing like laughter to meet her. In the campus, a printed Mickey Mouse umbrellas were put up one after another; a pair of small feet beat the water, how cozy ah! Some creative children held their umbrellas high and spun them quickly. The rainwater that hit the cement splashed out, splashing the pools of lovely laughter. Ha, summer - fun.
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I don't know how long it took, but the rain stopped. The sun couldn't wait to poke its head out. The little girl beside the creek by the field tugged at her mother's clothes and pointed to the sun in the sky with her white little hand: "Mom, mom, look at it! Mr. Sun has changed and become more kind!" Mom stopped what she was doing and gently stroked the little girl's head, "Look, that's the summer sun. Summer is here!"
Yes, summer is here, and a new vibrant season has begun. Though summer is not as gentle as spring, as cool as fall, or as white as winter, her wisps of sweet sunshine and warm breezes are unmatched.
Friends, do you see the footsteps of summer?
2. The little hero Yulai twice described the scenery of Luhua Village, read why but let a person have a different feeling first look at how to describe the scenery of Luhua Village twice: Jinchahi Border Region in the north there is a return river, the river grows a lot of reeds.
There is a small village by the river. When the reeds are in bloom, from a distance, the yellow-green reeds seem to be covered with a thick layer of white snow.
When the wind blew, the goose feather-like reeds fluttered and flew up to cover the several dozens of small houses in the soft reeds. Therefore, this village is called Reed Flower Village.
The twelve-year-old Yu Daolai is from this village. The sun had set.
The floating clouds floating in the blue sky were like a piece of red silk, reflecting on the Returning River, like the blooming of a big, big cockscomb flower. The reeds of the reed pond were blown up by the wind and fluttered above.
The first description, describing the environment in which the rain comes to grow, highlights the description of the gossamer reed flakes just fluttering up, covering dozens of small houses. It gives a feeling of peace and quiet, like a dream.
This description, the beginning of the article, both for the following little hero back to the rain to jump to escape the river as a pad, but also highlights the beautiful environment where the little hero grew up. The reader is naturally mesmerized by the beautiful environment.
The second description of the writing, is that the townspeople think that Yulai has been sacrificed after the description, "red silk", "cockles, make people think of the blood of the heroes, fluttering and flying rushes, give a person a depressing, painful feelings. This description, is everyone thinks that the little hero has been sacrificed after the description of the scene, expressing people's feelings of sorrow for the sacrifice of the little hero.
3. Essay: Summer in the countryside The annual May Day Labor Day is coming again, my mother and I took advantage of this wonderful time to my grandmother's house far away in the countryside.
We got off the bus and walked toward the village, where the cool spring breeze greeted us as if it was welcoming the Golden Week with us. Both sides of the road were filled with green fruit forests that farmers had worked hard to plant, their lush branches and leaves blocking out rays of golden sunlight. A fruit tree hanging densely packed longan, my mother told me that the longan is not yet ripe, to the summer, a string of yellow sweet and delicious longan can be harvested, become the fruit of the table.
At my grandmother's house, I pulled my mom to set off firecrackers, and she had no choice but to agree. So I walked the streets looking for firecracker stores, and finally got it as I wished. I stood on the roof of the building, threw firecrackers into the river, unexpectedly, but scared the ducks are bathing in the water, it was shocked, then "quack! Quack! Quack!" Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack! In fact, the duck is also quite cute, you see, white and fat body, plus white and yellow mouth, and then add the gleaming eyes, walking up and down, can not be cute?
Suddenly, the sky was full of dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and in a flash, it was pouring rain, so I rushed back to the house to avoid the rain. Not long after, the rain stopped, suddenly the sky is high, look up and see far away, you will see the rain-soaked rice fields are shining. Walking towards the green and shady fields, you will feel a sense of refreshment. Looking at the heavy, full ears of wheat, I thought: it is the working people who use their own heart and blood to get this one ear of wheat, how great the working people are!
After lunch, we went to the guava forest of my third aunt's husband. In front of us as if it were a boundless forest of fruit, there are three uncle's, there are others, it is a sea of green. Aunt Joe took the pliers, carrying a bamboo basket, I followed him, jumping from one side to the other, only to see him carefully cut off one after another of the green fruit. I am happy, thinking: this can be a great feast. After picking the fruit, I was already sweating and panting. A look at the third uncle, he is also tired and sweaty, how hard ah! I ate the sweet and crunchy fruit, thinking: these fruits are the working people with a little drop of sweat for.
What a beautiful fruit forest, what a wide field, make me linger. When I returned home, this continuous scroll often echoed in my mind.
4. What is the relationship between the description of Luhua Village in Little Hero Yulai What is the relationship between the description of Luhua Village in Little Hero Yulai:
Hint: There are two sentences*** describing the scenery in Little Hero Yulai, one is in the first part of the text, and the other is in the fifth part of the text.
Part I:
There is a river of return in the northern part of the Jinchahi Border Region, and there are many reeds growing in the river. There was a small village by the river. When the reeds bloomed, from afar, the yellow-green reeds seemed to be covered with a thick layer of white snow. When the wind blew, the goose feather-like reeds fluttered up, covering the dozens of small houses in the soft reeds. The village is therefore called Reed Village, and 12-year-old Yu Lai is from this village.
Role:
This paragraph of scenery description in the beginning of the article, before introducing the main character to introduce the environment in which he grew up. The river, the yellow-green reeds, the snow-white reeds, the small village covered in soft reeds, what a beautiful picture! A beautiful environment nurtures a beautiful character, for the following "we are Chinese, we love our motherland" the specific expression of the thought and behavior of a good thick padding. In other words, Yulai's love of the motherland has a foundation.
Part 5:
The sun had set. The floating clouds floating in the blue sky were like a piece of red silk, reflecting on the Returning River, like a big, big cocklebur flower in bloom. The reeds of the reed pond were blown up by the wind and fluttered above.
Function:
When everyone thought that Yu Lai had been sacrificed, the article appeared with this description of the scenery: the red sun was sinking in the west, the floating clouds were like flowers, the Returning River was still flowing quietly, and the reeds were still floating lazily. The people in the village are deploring and shedding tears for Yulai. They would think that Yu Lai sacrificed his life in order to defend this beautiful home and fight bravely with the devils. "There is a will not to die." The article is using a beautiful description of the environment to set off the good qualities of the characters.
To sum up, the description of the scenery in the article is by no means an isolated, simple description of the scenery, are for the expression of the central idea and the author of the feelings of the service, all have a certain purpose.
5. Describing the autumn reeds sentences 1, to August and September, the reeds began to bloom, the furry reed flowers, far from the snow white, but close to see a variety of different colors, there are milky white, there is a slight red, there is a light green. When a breeze blows, the reed flowers, like fine cotton wool, are swaying in the sunlight, and as far as the eye can see, they seem to be white waves, and the village is floating on these white waves.
2. There is a small river in my hometown, which is full of reeds. When fall comes, the reed flowers open up, and the whole village is covered in a sea of white flowers, which is very beautiful.
3. Late fall is the season when the reeds bloom. The endless, white, light, soft reed flowers in front of me, with the wind from the poolside of the sky. The wind was blowing, the reed poles were shaking, and the reeds were dancing like snowflakes, which touched me, but made me inscrutable.
4. In the slanting sunshine in the west, the pond haze glowed. And I will always sit quietly next to it, looking at the boundless, snow-white reed flowers. Forget about time, forget about place, and forget about yourself. When the breeze gently brushed the water, the reeds danced with the wind. Occasionally a few dragonflies stop on the flora, I quietly watched. As I watched, I seemed to become one of them. I have become a dragonfly myself, flying into the boundless reed pond, landing on the flowers, let the reed gently caress.
5, the boat quietly sailed past, ripples around a large area of yellow reeds, a cluster of reed flowers. The flowers, snow-white, snow-white, in this world, seems to want to give a dye. Clusters like fluffy lightness of them, slightly on the reeds, without fear of reveling in the beauty of this. There is always the feeling that even the weakest wind will easily take them away.
6, I love the spring opening of a variety of brightly colored flowers, but I love the hometown of the reed flowers, because it reminds me of a wonderful childhood, let me think of the lovely hometown. Whenever I think of and see reed flowers, I always have a feeling of thumping heart.
7, that a reed flower, drifting from the window into people's homes, fell on the table, chair, stove. Falling in the corner of the reed flowers, gathered into a furry mass, the wind blew, one by one, reminiscent of the Song Dynasty lyricist Su Shi describing the poplar flower of the words "sleepy and sound delicate eyes, want to open but also closed".
6. Summer Night
The night is so quiet that there is no life in it. Is everything asleep? Yes, summer, after all, is a blazing hot season, and the air is filled with a dull odor.
Summer night, how to describe?
Cozy?
But the scene that caught my eye was faint and uninteresting. The moon, as always, is used to have its reserved ...... seems to this season, it is always reluctantly open sleepy eyes, ready to dream look. It seems to be unable to endure the scorching heat left by the sun in the morning, covering itself with a veil of thin ice. The light cast out is pale and cold. The stars, two or three pairs. They seem to be so close, talking to each other about something. But who knows? In the depths of the world, they are so far away. Is this the feeling of coziness.
Silence?
The mountain breeze is nature's air conditioner, the wind whispering gently and sweetly, the wind light and cool. The old elm tree cicadas chanting and singing, green grass in the love of green and red love. The most is a date tree in front of the window, under the starry sky swaying with the summer night blue, the tree particles of small jujube under the moonlight flashing green and childish eyes, never enough to listen to is the mother's mouth felicitously sheepish legend, about the July, about the Milky Way. The brightest star in the night sky, the lightest cloud in the sky, the deep and light blue color next to the moon, like Chang'e's floating skirt, pulling the floating clouds, floating and psychedelic, the eyes of the childhood like naughty jujubes, flashing and flashing into the dreamland. Just because of the dream of the sky, just because of the beauty of the high, just because you can not get, the footsteps will not be able to stop, in front of the call of Normandy is always, the voice in the ear such as the summer night of cicadas chirping: the other side of the river! The other shore!
The footsteps of time go one stop after another, how far is the other shore? Is it that luxurious office building, or that elegant villa? How many people are still walking on the road, how many people nap on the roadside, they are very tired, full of vicissitudes, full of tired eyes, but no one is willing to stop, when once again quietly enjoy the natural life writing, life is too tired to rush footsteps, thanks to the clouds thank you for the moon, day and night with me. Sheepish summer night blue starry sky, will still be at this time quietly look at the stars, that is from childhood began to see now, the stars, or so brightly filled with the night sky, or so that I day cozy dreamy reverie. The stars, or never tire of accompanying me in the spring, summer, fall and winter to shine, by the youth of life to life in the youth, over the mountains traveled through the water, the light of the story of the thousands of water and mountains is always love.
Every time I think about it, gazing at the night sky full of mercurial silver stars and gentle as the water of the moon, which shines on the city of me, but also shines on the hometown of the loved ones, often thought that a gust of wind is the mother's sighs, a strand of moonlight is the smile of the lover, and those stars are the people's endless attachments, will be thought of intertwined with a mercurial net.
Tell the parting people, in every time of remembrance, please push open your window, quietly look at the star that glows at you, I believe that at this time silent leaning on the window sill is not you alone, because I have said that I want to think of you I will be looking at the stars in the night, determined that the brightest is you, therefore, dear friends, close love, in each of your tired tired tired tired, please and I sit down together! Please sit down with me and listen to the moon and look at the stars. Don't just walk in a hurry and, don't let down the mercurial summer night, the mercurial moon and stars.
Perhaps when we are young, we want to be more mature and deep, but when we are mature, we want to be romantic and childlike. We can go back to our hometown next to the wheat field, observe the bees and crickets walking in the grass, help the lost ants to find their home in the insect's paradise, and how to make a small umbrella out of a lotus leaf.... ...
Charming summer night quiet starry sky, because of the sentimental, so that all this is full of dreamy beauty, and those drunken associations: every morning is the invitation to life, the power of the sun to crash through the daytime splendor, the four seasons is the years of swinging back and forth in the sketch of the painting, above the seasonal footsteps in marching song, spring's melodious, the summer's excitement, the fall of the lyrical, winter's simplicity, my friend, I'm not sure if you are a good person. Winter's simplicity, friends, don't forget to walk, pick up these cozy and pleasant roadside scenery, life a glance, summer night so sentimental!
7. Describe the countryside summer scene of the composition of the countryside in the summer can be much better than the city's scenery, I very much like the countryside at this time of year.
There is a beautiful scene of green trees, verdant grass and green hills. Dense trees reflected in the water, far away, as if a piece of jasper inlaid in the valley, standing at the top of the mountain far away, the east is scattered villages, not too regular scattered on the earth.
To the courtyard to take a look, the sunrise mapping of the yard looks particularly bright, neat. The big white geese, fat ducks and chicks in every house are all scrambling for food.
Children are carrying their schoolbags to school with smiles on their faces. Adults rush to the fields with scythes. In the farmland, the waves of wheat rolled in and the seedlings thrived, as far as the eye could see.
The fields in summer, the sun was blazing, there was not a breeze, it was hot! The green wheat seedlings drooped listlessly. Frogs "croak" desperately shouting, loaches also hot in the ditch string.
The field on the grass, a small grass stretched out, the roadside of the small wildflowers become more shy, a breeze, it shook the body of a tantalizing aroma. Summer in the countryside can be really good, I have time to go back to see .