Late fall, feeling in the fallen trees, a touch of sadness welled up in his chest. So, busy taking advantage of a windy and sunny weather, revisit the childhood charming creek. A few old willow, graceful posture, the wind whipped willow branches such as the old man's beard. The river is slightly knitted, rubbing a curve of golden light. Sparkling waves, reflecting the sparse silhouette of the willow. If it is summer, the river is like a kind old man, put us in the river, gently caress. At night, it will be sound asleep in general, so that everything feels warm and quiet, pulp sound alas, pull me back from the good memories. In front of the river in late autumn, in the valiant autumn wind as a dry and thin old man, deep and solemn. Yellow leaves fall into the water, floating with the waves. The river gently kissed the gentle and sentimental sandbanks, seems to be for it to wipe the trauma. The two sides of the willow is no longer branches and leaves, but the branches and leaves are few ......... everything seems to be sick, even the dead grass, even the sand dunes, even the surrounding that was once towering unyielding poplar, elm trees. But I clearly saw the strong bones of the river, unyielding personality and high dignity.
The Fourth of July is coming, a lively scene on the street. People come to the city center square in groups of three to five, joyful, in the night of fireworks and candles, the night of the festival of lights, jumping ah, singing ah, children with a lantern, shuttle in the gorgeous building, their small face bloomed a flower, some playing eagle catching chickens, some playing handkerchiefs, some playing hide-and-seek ... ... ...What an exciting and nostalgic moment!
2. scene description essay 500 wordsRain in autumn
Autumn will end, cold rain, cold rain, outside the window is the sound of the gurgling rain, Xiao Xiao rain curtain, like the falling leaves flying, like a quiet night flying flowers; lamp is a clear tea, light books, so that the poetry of the rich, so that the mood to fly, so that I let me and with the traction of the ancestors of the poems, the dial cloud through the fog to feel the rain for what is it, but can make the day shorter, can make the night longer, and can be recited for ages! The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of it.
For the description of rain, since ancient times, there are many good lines. Su Dongpo's "water brimming with eyes is good, the mountain color of the rain is also strange", Wen Tingjun's "rain on the Xianyang Bridge as hanging, 10,000 points of air across the fishing boat", as well as Han Gui's "Tianjie drizzle moist as crispy, the grass color is close to the distant look and nothing! "All of them depict the beautiful enjoyment brought by the moist rain. As long as the rain does not fall directly, the wind does not blow diagonally, walking in the rain with an umbrella, let the rain knocked on the umbrella surface, and then the handle of the umbrella gently rotated, the rain to the four sides of the spray, and then rotated into a circle of flying eaves. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get a new one!
The first break in the rain, the scenery is refreshing, poets will inevitably have a lot of feelings, Wang Wei has "Mountain Dwelling Autumn All Night": "empty mountains after the new rain, the weather late in the fall. The bright moon shining between the pines, clear springs flowing over the rocks", as if we were brought to the paradise, where there is no hustle and bustle of traffic, chaotic skies, only the wind and moon clear pines, so that the mood to get a few moments of precipitation, it is also good. Su Shi has "Raccoon Brook Sand": "soft grass Pingsha over the rain new, light sand walking on the road without dust", is a kind of rain after the whip of pleasure, soft grass, light sand, so that the poet horse ride from the heart of leisure, sprinkle text between the clouds and rain.
Rain, it is wonderful, when you are happy, it is like a happy song, listen to the window, cheerful and pleasant, clear rhyme melodious; when you are lonely, it has become a sad poem, the rain hit the window pane, with fill in the sadness. Poets often use the rain to express their feelings, move their feelings to the situation, love, rain, love, sadness, woven into a fine net, netting a lonely heart. Chen and Yi's "spring cold" "begonias do not cherish the color of rouge, independent of the drizzle", seemingly praising the flowers, meant to praise people, writing flowers, meaningful. Yan Guidao's falling flowers in the rain: "falling flowers, independent people, rain, swallow flying", "looking for each other in the dream, flying rain falling flowers," are the lingering engraved in the rain, as if the independent people, flying swallow, the rain, fading flowers are integrated into the It is as if the independent person, the two flying swallows, the drizzling rain, and the fading flowers have all been merged into space and time and turned into eternity. Li Yu, the Tang Dynasty's later lord, wrote "The rain is gurgling outside the window, and spring is ending", which is a poignant thought, and it was not long before the poet passed away. The poet is trapped in the north, the middle of the night coverlet like iron, the rain gurgling ear, the mood is incomparable sadness, all kinds of sadness, is not a long sigh of rain can be carried!
The rain is not only observable, but also audible. Listen to the cold rain. Li Qingzhao's "Sycamore and rain, to dusk, dripping. This time, how a word of sadness" ("sound slow - looking for"), sounds so bleak, bleak, bleak. There is also her "Adding Words to Cai Sang Zi - Basho" depicting the scene of sitting and listening to the sound of rain hitting the banana: "Sad pillow on the three rain, dripping heavy rain, dripping heavy rain, sadness damage to the north is not accustomed to get up and listen to." In addition to the poignancy, it is even more dismal. The sound of various percussive sounds and sliding tones are densely woven into a net. Whether it is a sparse rain drop sycamore, or a sudden rain on the banana, rain, like a wet soul, in front of the house outside the window, call murmur.
Outside the window, the autumn rain is still drizzling, like smoke and mist shrouded in the underworld of beings, thinking about the reunion of the distant future, the past, cover the book long sigh, "the green bird does not pass the cloud outside the letter, the lilacs in the rain in the knot of sadness". When the sound of rain, sitting alone, listening to the music of the sky, only to listen to the "how many things in the past and present, all with the wind and rain to the heart".
3. A scene describing the composition of 400 wordsThe piercing cold wind is not the slightest bit mercilessly scraped away the joy of people's harvest, goose feather snow covered all the noise, but also covered the mood of the sunny. In the cold wind, "hate winter" this topic to the wind as a carrier spread throughout the city, but also to the ears of the winter itself, but the winter is not sad, she is still so calm, so natural, she knows that time passes day by day, her children - the spring, will be She knows that time passes, and her child, Spring, is coming home soon.
The winter in the story is similar to the real-life behind-the-scenes workers, or stage performances of the "antagonist", they are willing to suffer, as long as the performance goes smoothly, they will think that the sweat is manna; no matter how the director of the antagonist will be uglified, they think that the success of the antagonist is their own responsibility. Responsibility. After the scenery, people tend to remember which actor's performance on the stage is outstanding, but who can say the name of the chief planner of the party; the end of the movie, people are fond of the hero to save the beautiful and moving scenes, but who cares about the "bad guy" for the shooting of the "beatings" suffered a few injuries. The first time I saw a movie, I was in the middle of it, and I was in the middle of it.
Admittedly, the point of view of the party is really the performance of the stars, the selling point of the movie is indeed in the protagonist of the heroic, can be seen, laughed at, don't forget to take a little behind the scenes with the actors and actresses, and just so that, those "winter" will be very touched.
Winter is here, and spring is still far away? Simple words containing the philosophy to guide generation after generation, but always feel that this is a little unfair to the winter, giving people the feeling seems to persuade you: two more days! Think about the spring flowers, this damn winter is not so difficult!
But do you know, there is no snow for the land insulation, spring sowing will be smooth? Without the winter freeze, the spring soil will be moist? Without the harsh winter's grind, the spring girl's footsteps will be so healthy and firm? It is true that winter is the mother of spring. So, I want to pirate the words of Shelley, his old man: without the arrival of winter, there is no spring's beautiful approach. Winter is the great mother.
Spring is certainly gorgeous, summer is really enthusiastic, fall is indeed rich, most people want to be like them, pure, sunny, stable. But I like winter, not I pretend alternative, not pretend personality, I really love winter that calm, that selfless, that tolerance. By my character orientation, I am likely to be a behind the scenes, silent dedication of the kind of occupation, I like it, just like I like winter. I will do my best, although I do not scenery; I will be practical and willing to work, although I do not shine. Because I think:
To be a "winter", more charming.
The human lungs are of the five elements of gold, and fire is the key to gold. The new coronavirus that poisons human lungs is afraid of high temperatures, and the fire god can drive away the plague god, so the name "Fire God Mountain" came into being.
First, the origin of Thunder Mountain Hospital Thunder Mountain also corresponds to the legend of Chinese folk culture: Thunder God is the God of punishment of sin. Anyone who violates human law and commits an unforgivable sin will be struck by five thunderbolts and die.
This is the origin of the name "Thunder God Mountain". The naming of "Thunder God Mountain" and "Fire God Mountain" should not be regarded as a superstition, but it shows that our country, in the process of fighting against the disease, with the help of science on the one hand, and the traditional culture of the Chinese people on the other hand, will surely overcome the current epidemic.
5. Scene description of the essay 400 wordsLate fall is here, into the empty campus, a cold wind blew, let a person feel a coolness.
The campus in the fall is still beautiful, the trees are still so green; flowers as if they do not know that the late fall has come, still open, still with its aroma to attract only bees; butterflies are still dancing in the campus, still with its beautiful figure to attract the attention of the students. The campus flower beds fall from the trees down a few yellow leaves, people's breath in the air condensed into a milky white hot air.
Although it is already late fall, the sun still works every day to give plants enough light and heat so that they can still grow well in the cold late fall. The trees in the campus sometimes swayed with the wind; sometimes stood still; and sometimes a few poor leaves fell from their branches.
However, these do not affect the charm of green trees in late fall. All the flowers on the campus were open as usual, and the bees were as busy as ever collecting honey; there were many of them flying around the flowers, in search of which one was better.
The sky in late fall is unusually solemn and crisp, after studying, the sky is dark, let a person feel very mysterious, high in the sky there are a few stars to embellish the sky, let a person guess: where are the other stars have gone? I love late fall, the crisp sky, and the season with a hint of coolness! Autumn Scenery You come quietly, silently, in the blink of an eye, the earth covered with golden clothes. You quietly came into the field, into the wheat flavor four floats, the acres of crops, from a distance it looks like rolling thousands of waves; close to see, wheat, smiled and bent waist, sorghum red face, corn open arms, the ground is busy and the people, "sing a song ah harvest song, harvested wheat, harvested sorghum, harvested corn, harvested soybeans, harvested the end of the country ah.
"The song of the ocean speaks of the joy of the autumn harvest of the farmers. You come quietly, bring a glimpse of yellow clothes, a glimpse of red clothes, look at the side of the mountain, like a layer of gold.
Floating leisurely from above flying down countless yellow butterflies, a group of hovering in mid-air, I do not know how long after the deep yellow dress into a light yellow; light yellow and into the Heshi, you see, it is more like a naughty little kid, look at the mountains over there, the sorghum as intoxicated, it is simply a sea of red, covering half of the sky, and the haze together, red like a flame like burning. This yellow and red together, giving a kind of indescribable warmth, and even forget that in a few days, the cold winter is coming.
You quietly came, brought the beautiful autumn light beauty, brought the fruitful, listen, drums and gongs, so lively, busy people face a year of people revealed the inner pressure can not be Joy: "and ushered in a harvest year." I am obsessed with autumn! Autumn - a colorful season, the fruit of the harvest season, the time of prosperity.
Autumn in my hometown Autumn in my hometown is neither cold nor hot, although the air is not as fresh as before, and the leaves are beginning to fade, but there is one thing that is getting more and more mature - that is, rice. Walk out of the door, look around, the first thing you see is rice, so much rice a large area full of.
Rice in people's unawareness gradually grow mature.
The fall in my hometown is golden yellow, basically everything is yellow.
In the fall of my hometown, the rice is ripe and turns yellow.
In the fall in my hometown, the grass withers and turns yellow.
In the fall of my hometown, the leaves on the trees are turning yellow and will soon fade. In the fields, on the dirt roads, along the paths, whatever is green is basically wilting.
Especially the grass, which is waiting for the arrival of spring to add another green to the world. Autumn in my hometown is a season of abundance, with peach trees bearing large peaches, pear trees bearing large pears, orange trees bearing large oranges, and rice ripening in the fields, as well as many other edible fruits ripening.
The wind is so soft, the water is so smooth, the sky is so blue, people are so active. That's how autumn is in my hometown, not unlike spring.
The fall in my hometown is much warmer than the winter in my hometown, and the fall in my hometown is even cooler than the summer. Ah, autumn in your hometown, how soft you are!
However, the fall of the middle age is also the fall of the hometown, always missing then thoughts. A few days ago to Linyi, on the highway, looking out the window of the blue sky and white clouds, seems to have returned to childhood and hometown.
Autumn symbolizes maturity and brings people the joy of harvest. I remember in the frosty twilight, not far from the smoke, holding a round and big melon, the mood with the words now is how "cool" ah! When I was older, I searched for the endless fragrance of autumn in the soybean barley burnt with dead leaves, and I dare say it was the most delicious fragrance of beans in the world! I've never smelled it before, at least not in the city! Autumn is also the season of "K'unghuang, the decline of things".
The original green leaves gradually lost the color of life, in the wind, snow and rain under the attack, day by day yellow, and then quietly drift down with the wind. In that moment of appreciation of the beauty of the moment, had to use the line will be the exquisite yellow leaves threaded into a string, drying hanging in the eaves, waiting to enjoy it after the burning of the top of the big pancake wafted the fragrance.
Drooling, a capable lad could eat ten in one go. After leaving home in the drift, never smelled such a friendly flavor! At that time, the falling leaves of the hometown, where there is no sadness, now the falling leaves of the foreign land, just countless frustration, in the bottom of the heart, the occasional emergence of a bit of thought and comfort, is the face of this silent destruction, will be a nirvana as a fire, or is a transmutation of life.
Autumn scenery Someone said: "Autumn is beautiful!" I heard especially want to go to look for the fall. Autumn is in the field.
The rice in the field is ripe and yellow, as if it were a big piece of gold. To the east, people in their harvesters, were driving this way, and they let every grain of rice into the warehouse.
In the woods in the fall, the leaves of all kinds of trees were yellow, falling one by one on the ponds and the ground. However, the pine tree still stood up and stood motionless in the wind, and the leaves on its body were still so green.
Autumn is in the garden. Chrysanthemums bloomed in the garden, red, yellow, green, white, and orange ...... The petals of these chrysanthemums were like thin radish threads.
Some of the chrysanthemum petals all unfolded, revealing the tender yellow core; some chrysanthemums only unfolded two or three petals; there are also chrysanthemums of.
6. I want an essay on scene descriptionThe beautiful view of Shahe River: 450 words describing the riverbank view essay for elementary school grade 4
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By: Chenghua Primary School, Chengdu City, Grade 4 - Wen Binhao
It was such a sunny day.
The sun woke up from its sleep early in the morning and shone its warm sunlight on everything. The sun woke up the sleeping green trees and flowers, woke up the birds, woke up the earth ...... On this beautiful day, we are about to enter a "beautiful palace"-Sha River.
Into the Sand River, into the eyes of a row of willow trees, a willow like a little girl's soft hair, the wind blew, willow girl dancing in the breeze, the dance is so beautiful, so attractive.
Continuing to walk forward, another view attracted me, I curiously walked up: what is this flower? Asked the teacher to know is the iris, its shape is so beautiful, like the peacock's tail in general, the petals are like a fish scale inlaid in the petals.
Further towards the inside, a burst of fragrance came, it was a tree, the rich aroma is like someone in the tree sprinkled with perfume in general, let a person relaxed and happy. Those small yellowish flowers on the tree, dotted on the tree, like a string of necklaces, beautiful.
In the deepest part of the Sand River, there is a large clover, spread on the ground like a green carpet, can be seen from afar. Legend has it that if you find a four-leaf clover among the many clovers, you will get lucky and realize your wishes. We all couldn't wait to jump in and earnestly look for it ......
Sand River, what a beautiful palace on earth. We smiled in the sun, and so did the flowers.
7. scene description of the composition 400 words"Spring Festival" is the traditional festival of our Chinese people. Every time this time, families get together to have a reunion dinner. Foreign workers are busy packing their bags, ready to go home, take a year's salary, the heart is warm; we children, made good grades, the heart is happy, waiting for parents to praise ...... on the street, neighborhoods, supermarkets, everywhere overflowing with joy, a lively scene.
Today is the New Year's Eve. In the morning, the golden sunshine spread over the earth. My mother and I cheerfully went to the street to buy things, the streets seem to have changed overnight, the streets are decorated with lights, bustling, every house is pasted with "pouring blessings", couplets, but also hung with red lanterns. People wearing festive dress, have to smile to the market, some shopping, some ornamental, a happy and detailed scene.
By 8 o'clock in the evening, "Spring Festival Gala" began, our family sat in front of the TV to watch "Spring Festival Gala", the evening program is very wonderful: there are beautiful songs, there are humorous sketches, there are funny and amusing comedy .... The program is colorful, see my eyes dazzled.
"When when when ......" with the ringing of the New Year's bells, fireworks and firecrackers will ring in unison. My father and I took out the fireworks have long been ready, ignited the fireworks tube, only to hear the "boom" a loud bang, a fireworks bomb rose into the air, exploded in a flash, the explosion of fireworks as if a beautiful lotus in the air to unfold the petals, at this time, a fireworks and fireworks from the tube erupted, like countless bright and brilliant! Meteors, flashing in the sky ...... The sky is also flashing with other fireworks, some of them are like a string of pearls, some of them are like a meteor, some of them are like a chrysanthemum, some of them are like a waterfall ...... Let me dazzle. A loud firecrackers, a radiant, brilliant, incomparable fireworks, flying in the sky, all kinds of, colorful, the sky embellished into a flower, the night sky suddenly became radiant. The scene at this time, surrounded by laughter, firecrackers, shouts, music synthesized melody, really lively.