In real life or work and study, everyone has come into contact with the composition, right? Composition is a narrative method of expressing the significance of a topic through words after consideration of human thought and language organization. There are many considerations for essay writing, are you sure you can write it? The following is my help to organize the scenery first year essay, I hope it will help you.
Landscape first year essay 1Each of us has a landscape in our eyes, each landscape will enchant us, each landscape will add luster to our lives.
It was a windy day, I sat on the bus and went to my grandmother's house. Along the way, blowing the cool Feng, I slowly entered the dreamland. I don't know when, suddenly a sharp brake woke me up from the sweet dream.
I rubbed my eyes, and saw a middle-aged man and his companion put a big bag full of rice up in the middle of the aisle, but the companion left the man alone. I carefully large amount of that middle-aged man: dark skin, rough hands, disheveled hair ...... very messy look. He laughed nervously and the neighboring people explained that the food is sent to the street to sell, in order to raise living expenses for the children studying in the county, and the children are also very competitive, just in the county's senior high school exams took the third place, he went to wipe the sweat, as if very tired, but his face is still a silly smile ......
Soon, I began again closed my eyes and rested my head.
"Master, stop, I get off!" Middle-aged man voice like thunder. It turned out that the street to the street, I woke up in shock and looked at the middle-aged man who was ready to move up the grain, loaded with grain sacks should have more than it, the bag is not moving in the slightest, obviously with the strength of a person is not lifted. Noon man had to be full of embarrassment to request the conductor, I can not imagine that the conductor at this time but indifferent. Helpless, the middle-aged man had to use all his strength to try to drag up the grain again, an old man to help the sacks to move to the car, and finally put to the side of the road. After getting on the car, the old man said: "and then the big difficulties as long as you pay to overcome it".
Things past a long time, this landscape is always in front of my eyes replay.
Yes, as long as you pay attention to life, there are landscapes everywhere around you!
My grandmother is very nagging, always nagging every day, but she is also for the sake of my physical and mental health and safety. The main object of her nagging is me.
Every day after school, my grandmother said to me: "Today, listen carefully to the lecture? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. Today back on the road safe?" And so on. There are times when I get annoyed, but I know that grandma she is also good for me.
My grandmother, she will not only nag non-stop, but also do a handful of delicious food. My mom and dad and I love to eat.
Grandpa's health is not very good, can not eat some seafood, but our family always like to eat seafood, but my grandma every day at noon time to do some seafood, will not do a lot, but certainly will be enough for me and grandma to eat. At that time, my dad and mom went to work, and my grandpa ate a little bit, but my grandma would make some other food for my grandpa to eat.
My grandma, she was very good at what she did, but he usually didn't make a lot because he didn't want us to waste food. Every day only do the same day can eat all the dishes, unless the family to guests and what festivals are willing to do a little more, from this point, it seems that my grandmother is very frugal. If anyone in our family did something that wasted food, he or she would definitely be told off by my grandmother. But I am different, my grandma will make me some sweet food that I love to eat as soon as she sees me cry for hunger, so dad so very envious of me.
This is my nagging grandmother, she is now in the old home, I miss my grandmother, but also very much want to let my grandmother to make me some small sweet food again!
Landscape First Year Essay 3I hid in the warm grass and quietly stared at you in the distance, so at the same time I said hello and said sorry and smiled at each other.
But one day, you suddenly left my world. I looked at the castle in the distance and thought you must be the prince there, but just returned to the world of princes.
I began to sit at the window and write long letters, hoping it would fly to you over time.
The group photo is still in the corner of the table. Did we miss the beauty of the seasons, or did we miss the waves and darkness in the clouds of flowers throughout the year, or could we not embrace and watch the world grow old together?
The fall wind fades many stories. I think of the way you rode your bike to take me to the sea. My happy expression was so childish.
The flowers flying in the sky are anxious,
How soft are the willows by the river.
The geese swept across the sky,
The scene was similar to Traveling in a Pictorial World. Finally, the sky is blue, the grass is green, and the birds stop. I open my eyes from my stored solitude, imagine myself as a lonely grass, and begin to yearn for the day when the flowers will bloom.
The warm wind made it impossible for me to refuse to awaken and gradually combed my thoughts. I forgot to breathe and decided to forget the spell of fairy tale thoughts.
Time flies in the palm of your hand, leaving nothing behind, the wind blows gently with the smell of cottonwood. Goodbye, I love you. I do not want the misty paradise, as long as you stand in my nostalgic landscape ...
Landscape first year essay 4Landscape, for everyone has their respective definitions, at the moment the camera captured, may be for most people, it is very beautiful; but for me, with the eyes and the heart to capture is the most beautiful, the most beautiful scenery is in the picture there are them, the most beautiful scenery is to have them. The most beautiful scenery is to have them in the picture and to have fun and laugh with them.
You may ask, "Who are they? They may be my classmates who will be with me for the next four years, or they may be my family. But so far, for me, they are this class we have been struggling together for three years or more good classmates, we know each other in this three-year period, each other have fun, together have done a lot of crazy things, but also together with each other to encourage each other to learn and teach each other, every time we get together, every time we get along with them, will make me feel that the moment is the most beautiful, that kind of atmosphere with that kind of picture, make people I feel especially warm, especially want to let time stay in that moment.
Three years of time, to say long, to say short, three years ago, each person's respective choices, so that we were assigned to the science group of the family, three years, the two classes know each other, from the quiz failed to pass and downcast us, to now optimistic to face and withstand the results of the us, in the three years of experience in different people, things, things change, we have gone through a variety of trials and tribulations, has been Metamorphosis into a strong person who can withstand the wind and waves, these very beautiful images have become the memoirs of my life, engraved in my memory.
Perhaps after graduation to another new environment, create new memories, there are more beautiful scenery, but I still will not forget the memories of the secondary school stage, we spent together every picture, and the most beautiful scenery, may be in the moment when we received the diploma, together with the homemade graduation cap thrown up to the sky.
To say that the scenery is beautiful, no more than the hillside behind the home, he carries the memories of my childhood.
There is a huge sycamore tree on the hillside, every spring, he drew out a new green leaves, a branch and a branch, verdant, full of years on the trunk, there is a slightly raised pimples one after another, touching the rough, very texture, every time in the spring season, I will be in the tree to play.
Further up the hill, it's your own family's canola field. The golden rapeseed flowers spread like a carpet all over the hillside. Whenever I walk under the tree, I can smell his golden color, the faint aroma in the air quietly diffuse. Walk into the field of flowers, close your eyes, a buzzing sound hovering in your ears. Not only that, this one-meter-high field of rape flowers, or a good place to hide and seek!
The most beautiful scenery, or in the most charming autumn. In this hillside both white Park's "green mountains, green water, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers", but also Ma Zhiyuan's words "withered vines, old trees and crows, small bridges and flowing homes", unique, is the most beautiful scenery in the fall.
And the rapeseed field, the original bright bright has long been unknown, leaving behind, is a flavor of the harvest - the bright golden yellow, faded a trace of green, adding a mature. Not far away from the flat land, yellow corn is neatly arranged, a harvest of beauty will be fixed in front of the eyes. And the original crisp sycamore tree, has long been replaced by a red with yellow clothes.
A leaf falls, and the world knows the fall. Looking at the yellow grass, decaying leaves, I slowly walked to the tree, gently pick up a piece of it, caressing that a clear and fuzzy texture, quietly feeling the cycle of life ......
Landscape, this side of the unique ......
Landscape first year essay 6A curved oar, rippling in the water; a bird, gently caressing the water with its toes, returns to glide in the sky, hovering over the lake ......
By the river, the trees are regularly and neatly arranged, as if they were "fair ladies", standing tall and elegant. ", pavilion, the willow girl's long hair drifted to the lake, gently caressing the face of the river, the lake surfaced the river's smile ------ that with the willow girl's long hair swept out a circle of ripples, ripples in the lake stayed on the surface ......
The flowers of the individual garden group of flowers spitting, red s good as blood, green clear green, yellow dazzling ...... There are bees spreading pollen around the flowers!
The lawn is planted with a large tree, which is oddly shaped. It also drips sap down from time to time. Many branches encircle itself. From the ground and then extended to a height of 5, 6 meters to the left a "turn", the left branch of the tree in pieces. For this reason, the landscaper made a ceiling at the same height as the tree. Hey! The tree continues to grow to the left, making it vertical with the straight trunk, really creative!
The river's rocks are uneven, and they are formed on the bank, like Stonehenge, which may not be huge, but the number of rocks is certainly enough. It is very comfortable to step on them, and can massage the soles of the feet and promote blood circulation. It can also be called "natural foot massager". But there is also the danger of accidentally falling into the river!
It's time to go home, this garden flowers, grass, rocks, trees, lake ...... these beautiful scenery are unforgettable!
scenery first year essay 7Last summer vacation, I often go to enjoy those around the most simple and natural scenery, savor ......
A small mountain, can not say how high, about two or three hundred meters, but it is showy.
When I walked to the halfway point between the hillside, surrounded by the fragrance of the mountain, along the flowers to find, the source of this fragrance is actually around the name of these wildflowers and grasses. The foot of the goat's intestine path like a dry riverbed quietly lying in the mountain waist, enjoy the sun's gentle, fresh wind dry. Wouldn't it be an ideal treasure trove for a walk amidst the scent of flowers?
As you continue on, the scent of flowers fades away and your sight is reflected in a lush forest of desirable trees. And the top nature singers gave us a "bird medley", although all the rules, but crisp and natural; although the audience is small, but everyone is listening sincerely, for a moment, it seems very warm.
Suddenly feel a little tired, they casually find a clean stone to sit down and rest a while, humming an unknown song, looking around, I really did not think that I was all the way to the dusty even forgot the scenery under the mountain, this an elegant hill in the complex, not only not abrupt, more some peace, harmony.
On top of the mountain, look up at the sky, as if there is an unknown sea in the air, and those broken clouds are different forms of broken ice, both blue sky, and busy clouds, as if touching. Suddenly the sky eclipsed the sky, and then the haze, in the clouds shot out several infinite extension of the red light, the sky turned red.
Time flies, has forgotten the time to go home, although there are a lot of reluctance, but had to say "goodbye" to this beautiful scenery.
That year, there is no trace of snow in the sky, as there is no more your innocent smile,
That time, walking in the familiar sea of forests, only to realize that my left hand side is no longer your right hand.
Your occasional indifference, occasional willfulness, and even occasional incomprehensibility,
in my eyes have become so beautiful.
You look down from time to time, thinking about the future road,
From time to time, looking back, looking at that piece of maple forest covered with our traces,
From then on, in my heart more than a landscape.
I used my past life as a frozen memory to guard your soul in the aurora borealis,
I used the promise of this life to bury, bury that one only belongs to our memories,
Just so quietly, time quietly ended your sleeping once.
The yellow maple leaves are already red, and the raindrops on the sky have become snow,
Just you, you have not seen the original face.
In that landscape, the faint smell of vanilla,
accompanied by your familiar breath, annihilation, disappearance.
The warmth of the tune, but also smoke, no trace,
Only the hovering wind is still mixed with the bitter taste.
Your tears, stained a blood red,
Tears - still spreading, spreading in the dream full of mint flavor.
What about the dreams that were once there?
A river of blue water, white butterflies, and a song of broken liver and intestines, haunting the maple tree where the vow was carved.
You are like this, noiselessly far away, far away,
You are like this, silently with that maple leaf, left, left.
So, I understood the happiness you gave to make yourself miserable,
So, I watched this sea of maple trees slowly turn into a memory of you and me, residing in your unchanging heart.
But, I ultimately do not understand, ultimately bleak, ultimately walking in the scenery less than you ......
scenery first year essay 9I do not get tired of the persistent pursuit of the butterfly flying, do not get tired of the moonlight that the bright icy cold wantonness, do not get tired of the depression wrapped full of sadness of the autumn color, but also do not get tired of the strong gradual full of dusty fallen leaves.
The wind flew by, the leaves gently falling, is the pursuit of the wind, or the tree no longer retained, it seems that this fragrant world, but by this red embellishment more unique.
The autumn wind is attached to the falling leaves, the destiny of the falling leaves is only that shallow gradual fall into the mud, the exhausted life is once again dazzling rebirth, which belongs only to the fallen leaves of the dashing, belonging to the journey of the fallen leaves, it is this persistence, whether it is in your heart painted a rainbow-like landscape arc.
Look again, the street next to the street trees, is not sporadic scattering of fallen leaves, lined with the wind of loneliness, spinning, determined to fall, full of fallen leaves, like red highlights, each cohesion of the desire for rebirth, attachment to life, this is not a bright landscape?
The setting sun sprinkled the city full of gold, the wind is still lonely looking for a serenity, tired, drunk, leaving only the fallen leaves, leaving only the silence of the fallen leaves, they, entangled, each other on the life of that know, seems to have a layer of finesse, added a wisp of complex. In this way, they are far away from the world's noise and vicissitudes, together with the fall into the ground, *** with the search for the true meaning of life, in the long trajectory they flew over, and whether it left a memory of the landscape?
I am like a falling leaf, small, power, courage, persistence, strong! I am a falling leaf, the pursuit, unremitting!
I am the shadow of a falling leaf, attachment, I am the roots of a falling leaf, tenacious, I wish I was a falling leaf, have their own dash, their own life, their own persistence! Similarly, my pride is forever imprinted on the landscape of that sky!
Falling leaves, the so-called fragile, behind the selfless but buried deep underground, confused thoughts
scenery first year essay 10Do you know our campus scenery? It doesn't matter if you don't know, just read this essay and you'll know how beautiful my campus is!
First of all, when you enter the entrance of the school, you can see one. A highway that is not too wide and not too narrow, at all times a thousand clean. Highway on both sides of the walkway, planted with tall and strong trees, it is like our good friend, every day to bring us no help. It always gives quietly and never asks for anything, while we always hurt them again and again. Its arms are always bent, like a gray-haired old man, waving hello to us.
Going inside, you can smell the fragrance of osmanthus. There is like a warrior general strong cactus and those insignificant grass, grass "wildfire can not be eliminated, the spring breeze blowing again," the 'tenacity of life to my admiration. Looking to the left, is the cafeteria, cafeteria - floor has a small supermarket, this small supermarket business is particularly good, always surrounded by students water slippery. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
Further in, we can see our enemy a playground. There are a lot of students playing on the playground, from a distance, like a black spot, as the so-called: "will be when the top, a glimpse of the mountains small" feeling ah! Look to the left, is our favorite "favorite" place teaching building, a walk here will hear the sound of books, joyful laughter, sad sighs ......
Higher education secondary school year-round beauty in a variety of ways. However, I like the campus in the spring, everything is full of spring, the scene of the recovery of all things. Everything is again a new beginning, new weather; new life. Let me feel the power of vitality, refreshed new semester. Let me have a new life, a new starting line, a new learning career.
How about, see my campus scenery, will not rise envy?
Looking out of the car quickly backward scenery, the heart is inexplicably hurt, because I know that those things that I was once immensely attached to, is fast disappearing, at an alarming rate from my mind hidden.
When I was a kid, I let the cows go. The cow will be led to the back of the hill, tilted his head and looked at the sky, next to the cow quietly looking at me flicked his tail quietly looking at me, as if the world is only left with us two.
Once went to climb the mossy mountain, that a path of fallen leaves on the foot, quiet to only left their heartbeat. The leaves and the path seem to have become black and white photos forever fixed in my heart.
When I was a little older, I went to school. That one from the mountains of the innocent smiling face, seems to be like old friends reunion, seems to be there, that a smiling face in order to let themselves away from the hustle and bustle, away from those who make people sick of the interests and power.
A rustling maple tree seems to be knocking on the sleeping heart, a rose seems to not know on behalf of love, but more is the unraveling of the dead knot of friendship, like the agreement seems to be not extinguished human nature to come back to the side.
And the smiling faces of elementary school classmates, seems to be the most willing to pursue the scenery, so harmonious and stable.
Middle school, those beautiful things have disappeared. Power, money, interests wrapped around me, do not dare to shed tears, for fear that they will be weak, only to learn to avoid.
And those primitive human nature, primitive nature forever became a black and white photo fixed in the heart.
The landscape of the heart, that a photo of memory like an ancient CD-ROM, hoarse voice knocking the numb heart, those hurt strings are afraid that will be due to the memory of the resumption of singing and collapse.
The scenery left in the heart of the sadness, touching the pain, the old swaying memories, never return to stay
It turned out that the scenery left in the heart of the old memories.
When I saw those dancing crowds, I knew I had missed a lot of beautiful scenery. In fact, the most beautiful scenery in the world does not lie in how refreshing. In fact, the most beautiful scenery is around us.
Whenever familiar voices ring out, I know that here, it is the stage for the elderly, and six to seven thirty in the evening is their time. These old people, no matter how well they dance, watch those who do not know how to panic and imitate the movements of those around them. For those who dance in pairs, the two of them hug each other and rotate in the large square, enjoying themselves. Some of them were holding fans, some were kicking their legs, and others were stretching their backs ...... Each dance was full of vigor, each dance was true to form, and each dance made people warble in the midst of intense artistic enjoyment ......
The record player was playing all the are the golden songs of the seventies and eighties, the familiar melody, accompanied by people's dance, seems to have vitality, the distant street lamps, sprinkled with halo yellow light, the dazzling beams of headlights, the sirens, are drowned out by the sound of the music, turned into a faint stream of smoke, surrounded by, so beautiful. The roadside burst into a what an energetic, wonderful, moving dance ah!
The next song of the music, just feel tired of the people, like a clockwork puppet, as happily devoted to the next song. The sky is gradually dark, but they are still tirelessly jumping, resulting in a beautiful landscape on the roadside.
Walking under the street lamp, my heart gradually calm, then, I remembered a story to get the monk's Zen words "If you are quiet, you will not hear the wind outside." Now I understand, as long as you walk slowly on the road of life, you will find that there are also many beautiful scenery around.
The scenery of the first year essay 13It is early summer, not like the expected sweltering heat, on the contrary, the cloudy wind is bitterly cold. Perhaps it was a downpour of rain, a fine wind, moist air mixed with the rain of grass obscure brewing, fermentation, straight to me alone strolling along the river, and brutally broke open my heart, hooked out of the deepest memories.
It was a bright sunny day, and the sun was shining. The neighbor's girl came to my door again, we are close friends, is the hand and foot without a word. Today, she invited me to go on an adventure together, to the unique Jiangnan style of the ancient buildings in the adventure. The first thing I did was to ask for the money to be used to pay for the work, and then I was asked to pay for it.
At that time, the neighborhood of my grandmother's house was not remodeled, and all the families retained the customs and flavor of the old Jiangnan. The neighbor took my hand and walked along a green river behind the house, deeper into the alley. At one time I had never been so far from home. I walked through the big hall where the chess club was held, through my uncle's small hardware store, through the small yard of my elder sister's house, and finally reached the end of the river.
The green willow tree hangs down its head and combs its hair, the colorful koi carp shakes its little tail and plays games, the old bricks open their mouths and smile, and the children of each family spread their legs and chase after them. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Seeing this beautiful scenery, we two such as found a world of treasures, the heart of the leap exceptionally, secretly decided - this is even relatives do not know, exclusively belong to our secret base. Since then, we often hold hands, here to see the sun rise, see the sun set, see the willow branches draw new shoots, see the ground full of fallen leaves.
Those once upon a time, beautifully unwilling to let people forget. Just that neighboring you, now separated from me, when we can go back to the most beautiful scenery? And then to linger on each other's most innocent smile?
"Grandma, what are you doing?" Just after a heavy rain, the air is very good, I walked downstairs to get some air, but I saw my grandmother squatting in the yard, pinching something with her hand on the grass. "I'm getting rid of the weeds. After the rain, the weeds simply grow crazy! If I don't get rid of them, they'll grow all over the yard." Grandma was talking to me, but she didn't stop moving her hands at all. Because some of the "stubborn elements" of the root system is very deep, so from time to time there are grass roots were pulled off the "pop, pop" sound, as if singing a very brief elegy.
I leaned over and looked closely at the weeds that had been sentenced to "death": wide and long leaves, the edge of the leaf and some jagged. Each leaf is wrapped in a layer of fine dense white fluff, like a fluffy rabbit ears. A round raindrop rested on it, looking crystal clear, but now it was more like a mournful tear. The roots of the wall also sprung up a few fat little mushrooms, poking their heads in the side is very cute. But now it is also scared face like dirt, as if also know that after all can not escape the tragic fate of being uprooted. My heart ached. Finally, the grandmother stood up to move a little said: "do not pull up, do not pull up, the waist to hurt dead, wait for your father to buy back the grass seeds and then shovel it."
I heard the grasses let out a sigh of relief.
I don't know why Grandma pulled them up, it was a bit racist. But I admire them: in early spring, despite the cold, they are the first to decorate the earth with green; winter, other grass has long been yellow, but they try to retain the last bit of green. They are in the land is not sunlight place, dark and damp, those delicate "family grass" simply can not lush growth in this harsh environment of the land. So it seems, this piece of hard work "spring messenger", tenacious warrior, is not a can not miss the scenery?
I believe that the deepest part of every person's heart, there is a landscape. And, this landscape will definitely be beautiful and will definitely be a revelation to your life.
It was a Sunday when a large pile of homework weighed heavily on my shoulders like a big mountain. When I felt lonely and helpless, small colorful bubbles suddenly appeared in front of the window. Curiosity drove me to open the window, and it turned out to be my neighbor's little brother. He was holding a bottle of homemade bubble solution in one hand and a white tube in the other, blowing slowly. However, the chance of the bubbles "coming to life" is very small, about ten times blowing can only blow up two beautiful little bubbles. So he frowned and emptied the bottle of bubble solution and made it up again. When I saw him doing this, I wondered why he had to make his own bubble solution. There was a store in the neighborhood, why didn't he buy it? With these questions in mind, I went downstairs and asked him. He replied, "I like blowing bubbles very much, what if I run out? What if I run out? Do I have to buy another bottle? What if the store runs out? I'll have to make my own!" I think, such a small child can rise to the occasion, then I should not be more ......
Yes, not through the storm how can we see the rainbow? No one can succeed casually! Since then, I have taken the colorful bubbles as one of the most beautiful landscapes in my heart, and taken my little brother's words as the most important words for me to rise to the challenge when I encounter problems.