Look, the campus is full of the breath and vitality of spring; Full of vitality everywhere; Everywhere is the scene of birds and flowers; everywhere
On site; There is a strong spring everywhere. The slightly chilly spring breeze awakened all the sleeping things and opened the sleepy eyes of countless small creatures. Look, the grass on the ground opens its eyes, secretly drills its little head out of the ground and looks curiously at the dazzling spring outside. It is like an ingenious textile expert, weaving a green carpet with his own little green and relying on the collective strength. The flowers in the flower bed compete for beauty, and you won't let me, and I won't let you open them and cluster them together. A piece of red, a piece of yellow, a piece of purple, a piece of rose ... flowers bathed in the warm sunshine of spring, competing to open. The birds on the branches opened their throats and sang melodious songs happily. Small trees also wake up from hibernation, put on beautiful green clothes, grow leaves and stand there like guards, guarding our campus. At this point, the whole campus seems to be covered with a layer of green gauze by Miss Chun.
Especially, the peach trees in front of the teaching building have a lot of bright peach blossoms. They are like shy girls with pink rouge faces and golden stamens, emitting a faint fragrance, attracting many hardworking bees and playful butterflies. Those budding peach buds, with their bodies tightly covering their faces, dare not show their faces, and a faint fragrance is sprinkled all over the campus, which makes people linger. No, the violets beside the teaching building are also in full bloom. They are all small and exquisite, posing beautifully, like delicate and beautiful little beauties in purple clothes, very cute. They all dressed up gracefully to attend this spring feast.
In the morning, the students came to school early, doing all kinds of sports and exercises on the playground, shaking off the dew on the branches with laughter. In the classroom, the lights are bright and the sound of reading wakes up Grandfather Sun. He looked at the vibrant campus with mirth and sprinkled warm sunshine all over the campus. The weather is so warm and hot that people want to sleep. No wonder Li Bai said the poem "I woke up in this beautiful spring morning"!
As the saying goes, "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning." I will study hard on this beautiful morning. I am intoxicated in this picturesque spring, as if I have become a grass and a small flower in the colorful spring. Under the hard cultivation of the gardener, I grew up happily and healthily, decorating the spring of the motherland more beautiful and lovely.
2. The 500-word composition describing the scenery of Wu Middle School is urgent. My school is located in the center of Cheng Nan, where the environment is beautiful and clean. I am very happy and happy to study here.
Our school is a beautiful and clean place. As soon as we entered the school gate, a wide playground appeared in front of us. There are two kinds of runways on the playground, one is a straight track and the other is a circular track. Our playground is still a combination of table tennis table, basketball court and football field!
There is a garden near the playground with spring all the year round. There are colorful flowers with different shapes, such as red roses, pink azaleas, Chinese rose as white as snow and Phalaenopsis as golden as gold ... Some flowers bloom brilliantly like a small sun, some like many little stars, and some light up our campus like small lights. ...
There are two teaching buildings on the 7th floor east of the playground. This is where we study and study. There are 10 classrooms on each floor. The desks, chairs and benches in the classroom are arranged neatly. The sunshine shines through the window of the classroom, which is warm and makes the classroom very bright. There is an art building in the west of the playground, where we learn singing, painting and calligraphy ... it makes our after-school life more colorful.
Our school is a happy place. In the morning, students come to school from all directions to meet the rising sun. The teacher at the school gate greeted us with a smile. In the garden, flowers are swaying in the breeze, and the national flag is flying in the wind, as if to say, "Come on! Students! "
The "Ding Lingling" class began, and the students listened attentively to the teacher. The teacher always tries his best to give us lessons, and we learn very easily and happily. After class, everyone jumped rope, kicked shuttlecock and ran a race on the playground ... The playground suddenly turned into a sea of joy, with shouts, cheers and laughter one after another ... one after another, it merged into a happy song.
Our school is still a happy place. When we encounter difficulties in our study, the teacher always teaches us patiently; When we encounter setbacks, the teacher always gives us encouragement; When we are complacent, the teacher always reminds us not to be proud; When we are sick, teachers always care about us like their own children ... students also help and encourage each other like brothers and sisters. Living in this big family, we feel extremely happy!
I love our school, teachers as much as I love my parents, and classmates as I love my relatives!
3. An essay about Wang's primary school scenery "Spring Girl" is not as hot as Mr. Xia's scorching sun, as crisp as Grandma Qiu's autumn, and as biting as Grandpa Dong's cold wind. But what she brings me is a warm and soft feeling. Because of this, I fell in love with her involuntarily.
"Twitter, Twitter, Twitter!" Strange? What's that noise? Oh, it turned out to be a group of birds on a fragrant fig tree, telling their adventures in the south. Butterflies are flying in the air as if they were beautiful dance stars. Hey! They are so narcissistic in wonderful music.
Hey! What's the green one ahead? Ah, it's the grass that has just left the embrace of Mother Earth and is looking for friends. Next to the grass is a clear river. The ice in the river melted, and the river happily sang a song: "Ding-dong, Ding-dong, Ding-dong, Ding-dong". Small fish play and feed freely in the river.
Across the river are rows of weeping willows. They waved willow branches in the gentle spring breeze, as if welcoming the arrival of a spring girl, and as if an elegant girl was combing her beautiful green long hair. People can't help but think of "the jasper makeup tree is high, and the tapestry of thousands of strands of green silk hangs down."
Under the willows, small flowers are in full bloom, and some are shy and in bud. In the garden, winter jasmine and morning glory loudly say to other flowers, "Spring is coming, spring is coming, spring is coming!" " "
"Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." It was raining lightly. Grass, weeping willows, rivers ... fell asleep under the nourishment of spring rain. ...
I love spring-I love her drizzle; Love her beautiful little flower; I like cheerful rivers and chirping birds. ...
4. Write a 350-word composition about Zeng's scenery. I have a father who loves me like fire. He lights the way for me; Father loves like fire, he shows me the way; Father's love is like fire, he sends me warmth; Father loves like fire, he burns years for me.
Father loves like fire. On a snowy morning, my father took me to an English class by bike. The snow on the ground is very cold. Although I wore several clothes, I still felt the biting cold wind.
My father was shivering with cold, but he insisted on sending me to school. As soon as I got off the bus, my father said, "Son, come to school quickly. Don't freeze. It's uncomfortable to catch a cold! " "I walked into the school with brisk steps.
After class, I strode out of the school gate and saw a tall man standing at the door, rubbing his hands with cold. Isn't that my father? I saw his hands red with cold, his face red with cold and his lips purple with cold. As soon as my father saw me coming, he put on my clothes, leaving only a sweater on his body.
Seeing my father like this, I said, "Dad, I am * * *." But dad gave me his coat and said with a smile on his face, "I'm not cold!" " "But dad was shivering with cold, but he tried to say it wasn't cold.
I want to return my clothes to my father, but my father said seriously, "Be obedient and put them on!" " ! Never catch a cold, how can you go to school if you catch a cold! "Just like an officer ordering a soldier, I have to obey. On the way, my father trembled from time to time. When I reached the rough road, my father told me to be quick. I had a brainwave and realized that my father might be ill. I asked, "Dad, are you sick?" "It's okay! Your father is in good health! You won't get sick. "
But I still feel that my father's cycling speed is much slower. As soon as I entered the room, my father lay on the floor. I called my mother in a hurry. My mother took my father's temperature as soon as she came back, 4 1℃! My mother took my father to the hospital immediately. After the injection, my father felt a little better. He said to me, "Mix, your father is not feeling well. You must take good care of yourself and go to school. I'll pick you up when my father is well! " This sentence rushed into my heart like a warm current, and tears swirled in my eyes.
Father, you have worked hard for me as much as water drops in the sea. Father's love is like fire. That fire has been burning in my heart. That fire is the source of your life and that fire is the source of your confidence.
No matter how cold it is in winter, the fire will not go out. Father loves like fire! Father loves like a song, and the music played by his father rings in the mountains.
Father loves like a song. In my life journey, my father shed a string of love notes for me.
When I was very young, my father often ran around with a "toolbox" made of wood on his back, and I often followed him when I was a child. My father has a nickname called stonemason. When people call him a stonemason, there is often an indescribable smile on his face.
You can also contribute. My father is very hard. Every day, I go to the mountains to stone with my uncles in the team before dawn, eat my own pickles porridge at noon and come back after dark. The first thing to do when I go home is to ask me to do my homework, and then drag my tired body to cut pig grass.
While doing my homework, I listened to my father cutting pig grass. I don't know why my father never lets me do these housework.
My father is strict with me. Every time I see my companion jumping off a building and fighting in the yard, I envy him and sneak out to play. Sometimes when my father sees me, there will be a good fight.
Father can't read, but every night when I do my homework, he always accompanies me when I finish my housework. I watched him wash his face several times, so I advised him to sleep.
But after that, he insisted on sleeping with me. He said that even if he didn't understand, he could be brave for me. I found that my father had to go through my exercise book every day. If there are too many red hooks, he will be very happy. If there are too many red crosses, he just says, "Why are there so many mistakes?" I hung my head and said nothing.
The whole primary school father spent it with me like this. There is a rule in our mountain: the length of service of playing stone can't exceed 20 years. If it is more than 20 years, you will get sick.
Some people who followed their parents' learning to stone, retired to the second line, and some found another way; Every day, only my father and a group of young people travel to and from the narrow path into the mountains. Among my peers, only I entered a district middle school 30 miles away with my father's support.
My father said that it is worth studying for and fighting for all my life. Later, my father was injured in an accident, and his right foot was lame from then on, but in order to provide for my study, my father still ran back and forth on the path leading to the mountains.
My father didn't have more words and confession to me, but he wrote a song that my father loved me with practical actions. Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, the music played by my father sounded in the mountains.
Father loves mountains. Some people say that father's love is like the sea, deep and broad; Some people say that father's love is like fire, burning brightly; I said, father loves mountains! When I was in trouble, he gave me strength; When my eyes were confused, he gave me direction; When I feel lost, he gives me confidence; When I succeeded, he gave me congratulations and vigilance. Father's love is the mountain that supports my life! Some time ago, the school was going to run for the captain of the Young Pioneers, and I was one of the candidates. First of all, I feel extremely glorious inside.
For this, I paid a lot. But in the end, I was not elected as the captain, which made me feel very lost, but I will encourage myself to make persistent efforts and stand out.
When I got home, my father said to me earnestly, "Don't lose heart, our Yingying is also great!" " ! In fact, the road of life is like this. You will encounter many bumps, but it requires you to have the courage to face them. In society, competition is so cruel, but success favors those who are prepared. I believe I can do it! "After listening to my father's encouragement, my confidence in the past has been established again. I understand that there are always successes and failures in life. When you don't care about success or failure, but think that you have passed the test and made efforts, then you are even better! How many people praise father's love at all times and in all countries? Whenever I read such a poem, I feel very cordial. That joyful moment and moving mood, every sentence touched my heart and reminded me of my dear father.
Father likes mountains.
5. A 400-word composition about the scenery of Ant Right Banner School. Inadvertently, snowflakes floated out of the window and gently fell from the endless sky. . Pieces of glittering and translucent jade, white and flawless, like catkins falling from the sky, and like angels in white sent by the Heavenly Palace, are so beautiful that they selflessly dress up the earth as a white kingdom in fairy tales.
Snowflakes are floating quietly, sitting in the classroom, I seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, to a crystal clear fairy tale world. Looking at the snow, I thought: What beautiful snow it is! Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful!
There are countless hexagonal fairies like flowers and butterflies everywhere on campus. They moisten things quietly and decorate the campus with slender magic sticks. Naughty fairies are performing a wonderful dance freely, cheerfully and lightly in the air, perhaps because they have stayed in the sky for too long. They seem to release all their energy and render everything. ...
Silent snow, still fluttering, falls heavily in my heart, arousing my love for the messenger of winter-snowflake. Snowflakes are not only cold, but also have a warm heart. It selflessly melts itself in the sun, turns it into water to supply the earth and moistens everything in the world.
Until now, the snow is still falling, everything seems transparent, and everything seems to have just been washed. The rhythm makes people look forward to the next snowy day.
I love snow, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although it is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope. spring
The sun is shining on the earth, so warm and beautiful. The breeze is blowing head-on, and I feel a little chilly, but it's not that cold. Oh, it's spring.
In the morning, I went running in the sun. I was warm. At this time, I noticed that the pedestrians in the street had already taken off their thick winter clothes, and most of them put on sweaters, which seemed so light and smart. Comfortable. Inadvertently, I looked up and saw clusters of hay stretching green in the room. It turns out that the new grass is sticking its head out and looking at the ground.
I came to a street garden and strolled on the lawn with yellow and green crisscross. Suddenly, the fragrance of the earth penetrated into my heart and spleen, and the fresh air can only be felt in the early morning of spring. I feel soft and comfortable under my feet. At this moment, I suddenly saw several colorful pearls on every meadow. I bent down to watch carefully. Oh, it turns out that dew is dotted on the tip of the leaf, crystal clear, and it shows its extraordinary splendor under the sunshine. I stood up and looked. I saw red spots on the branches of all the trees. Is it red dew or unbroken fruit? No, it's not. It's a budding peach blossom bud. You see, the top of the bud has cracked a crack, and a small flower is trying to drill out, as if eager to see the world. It's like seeing the scene of flowers blooming and smelling the intoxicating flowers; From the new leaves growing from that branch, I also saw people busy in the new day.
Ah, spring is coming! Spring is full of hope!
6. Write a composition about the school scene. The campus of autumn
Autumn is the harvest season.
In autumn, our campus is full of poetry and painting. everywhere
Present a school of autumn scenery.
As soon as you walk into the campus, you can see the beautiful big garden immediately.
The garden is in the shape of "6", and the surrounding trees have passed spring and summer.
After a day of lush growth, most of the leaves have withered in autumn.
It began to turn yellow and was blown to the ground by the rustling autumn wind, and there were more students.
One task and fun is to sweep the fallen leaves into a pile and choose the good ones to mark.
Ben, throw the broken one into the trash can.
There is a lot of grass in the garden, which just grows straight and pricks people.
Well, now it's amazing that some of them even left the soil.
There are many trees in the garden, such as Cycas, Pine, Holly and Magnolia.
Trees, itchy trees, evergreen trees, etc.
The holly in the garden didn't wither when the cold was pressing.
The sun is lush, but still stands proudly. The most interesting thing is to say itchy tree.
Nowadays, students always touch itchy trees when playing. When they touch it, they will
I can swing around as if I were an ticklish child.
My classmates and I often play in this beautiful campus.
I love autumn, and I love this beautiful and poetic campus more.
7. On the second day after the New Year's bell rang, the composition of Wanbaoshan in the primary school in the city, with good wishes, stepped on the snow and walked towards the Millennium Temple of Wanbaoshan.
After more than an hour's trek, I came to the temple at the top of Wanbaoshan Mountain. I looked around and saw mountains and jade pillars, and the peaks were connected. Shocking, this scene suddenly reminds me of a poem: "Looking at the western hills, sitting and watching the snow disappear on the Qianfeng Mountain." Su Caifen and Xiao Ri, the cold light reflected the clear clouds. There are several traces of swimming on the cliff, and the deep valley is still fascinated by wild firewood. I came back early, sunny and happy, and I didn't cherish the horseshoe when I boarded the plane. "Grandma said, it takes about an hour to walk to Shuanglong Temple. About the sad legend of Shuanglong Temple, my father told me the other day: A long time ago, there was an old stonemason outside the mountain. The old stonemason has two daughters. One night, the old stonemason dreamed that a monk told him that he had to carve a Buddha statue with his teeth on the cliff in the back mountain. In this way, his two daughters can be happy, and they also have their own idols to help them when carving them. So the old stonemason went into the mountains and chose a cliff carved Buddha statue.
In order not to worry her daughters, the old stonemason didn't tell her the truth, but asked her to deliver meals every day. Ring the bell about two and a half miles from the cliff where the stone statue was carved. Whenever the old stonemason hears the bell, he will come over for dinner. One day, the curious daughter wanted to see what her father was doing, so she sneaked into the mountains. When she saw her father biting a stone with his teeth and carving a Buddha statue on the cliff, they couldn't help exclaiming, "Dad, be careful." The old stonemason who devoted himself to carving was suddenly frightened and fell off the cliff and died.
The two daughters cried for three days and nights with their father in their arms, but the tears fell on the smooth rocks and became two pools, which were clear and dry all year round. Later, people called it a double female urn.
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This story is fiction. When I was a teenager, I followed my grandmother into the mountains with strong curiosity to verify the authenticity of this beautiful story.
Not far ahead is' two and a half miles'. I guess there must be an ancient clock there. Of course I can hear the crisp and sweet bell. ...
At present, a narrow passage is more like a crack in the rock, about two meters wide, and the road surface is flat. The rock on one side of the valley is about three meters high and five meters wide. There is a path about fifty centimeters wide around the rock, and then the valley is more than ten feet deep. My mother said that there are two and a half miles here. There are neither legendary ancient clocks nor anything unusual, but there are tributes that good men and women put in shrines on the hillside near the valley. Some Buddhist characters are written on the cliff.
I can't help but feel a little disappointed. No big clock! Although there is no clock, I am still interested in the double female urns and the carving of Buddha statues on the cliff, so I walked forward with great interest.
After more than two hours of trekking, I finally came to Shuanglong Temple, a dilapidated ancient temple with an ancient tree behind it. According to the inscription, this ancient tree is at least 600 years old. It is hollow, but it is still full of vitality. There is no host in the temple, no monks, no monks, no monks, and several forest rangers, who have undertaken the responsibility of repairing the ancient temple. Because of the lack of travel and incense, it has not changed much after several years of repair. Only on holidays will someone donate a little incense money to the mountain to maintain the ancient temple and the way into the mountain.
Opposite Shuanglong Temple is a cliff. There are hundreds of shrines that look about 50 cm high on the vertical rock. The outline of the once carved Buddha statue is faintly visible. According to Grandpa Lin, the Buddha statue is original and lifelike. Due to poor protection, it was stolen and sold by some lawless elements. Judging from the inscriptions in the temple, Shuanglong Temple has existed at least since the Tang Dynasty, and the Buddha statues on the cliff walls existed as early as the Northern Wei Dynasty. Unfortunately, in the last decade, it was destroyed. The Buddha statues in the shrine were almost looted.
In the valley below the Buddha statue, there are two pools about 4 meters high and 4 meters in diameter, next to each other. The pool is covered with thin ice. The high pool overflowed with clear spring water and slowly flowed to the low pool, but the low pool was not filled. Dad said it was a double mother urn. I am so excited. I came to the pool carefully. I gently picked up the spring water and took the leaves that fell to the pool and tasted them slowly. ...
Well, it's really sweet! I broke off the thin ice in my mouth. The cool thin ice is a little sweet, which is really beyond words. ...
After the sacrifice to God, it was already the setting sun, and the glory of the setting sun was sprinkled on the crystal snow. The mountains and plains are full of the breath of spring, and everywhere is full of vitality. ...
8. The landscape composition of Yangjiashan Campus is accompanied by falling snow and cold air. She, a girl this winter, sat on the snow-white clouds and drifted quietly to the school gate of Weifang No.5 Middle School.
Snow Girl followed Winter Girl to the gate. Snow Girl used a magic wand. Suddenly, the crystal-clear snowflakes floated in the air like catkins and slowly fell from the air ... At the school gate, Winter Girl spilled a layer of slippery crystal ice, which made teachers and students involuntarily slide up and have fun. Walking into the campus, the teaching building was shivering with cold, and the sewer was frozen with silver bars by the winter girl, which was particularly beautiful and sparkling.
The path near the teaching building was also covered with a thin layer of ice by the winter girl, and the small flowers in the flower bed had already returned to the embrace of mother earth to hibernate; The grass is much stronger than the floret, standing upright and receiving the cold bath of the winter girl. Although the grass is bent in the upper body, the lower body is still straight, as if demonstrating to the cold on his back: "I won't be afraid, I can persist!" " Look at Xiao Shu, Xiao Shu's good friend-Ye seems to have quarreled with Xiao Shu and left Xiao Shu. Aunt Dong chased around and fought with the little tree.
Only iron railings, though shivering with cold, are still standing guard for flowers and trees to prevent them from being destroyed. Several snow-sweeping teachers and classmates forgot the trap set by the winter girl and turned to the disco with brooms and shovels ... The winter girl danced heartily on the cold campus, and we could only enjoy her solo dance in thick cotton-padded clothes ... As the footsteps of spring approached, the winter girl gradually bid farewell to the stage and waited for the arrival of the next winter.
Although the girl in winter is not as delicate as the girl in spring, as gorgeous as the girl in summer and as rich as the girl in autumn, her crystal has brought another kind of amorous feelings to the world. Maybe this is why I like the campus where girls dance in winter. How enchanting and charming the campus is in winter, how full of poetry and painting! Walking around the campus, I saw that the whole campus has become a world wrapped in silver; The standing teaching building is covered with a white plain clothes; The branches of saplings turned into bloated silver bars; Bright green leaves and red petals are covered with glittering and translucent frost.
It's really hard to describe all this in words, which makes me happy and relaxed. "Look!" I couldn't help shouting, because it was so beautiful, and it was Sister Dong's masterpiece. A huge silver playground.
The big playground at this time is different from before. It's like thousands of pear flowers dancing, appearing in front of my eyes bit by bit like jade pieces. This scene is arbitrary in my mind, like a euphemistic, melodious and fresh music, and like a light, harmonious and distinctive poem.
If you see it, you won't be drunk! Look! This is another beautiful scenery. The fiery maple always infects and inspires me with full spirit and fiery enthusiasm.
You see, the frost on it is as clean as jade, as white as silver, as light as smoke and as soft as catkins. It's really beautiful. How time flies! The sky in the east is as white as a fish's belly. Soon, Grandfather Sun smiled.
In a blink of an eye, Sister Dong has quietly retired. The campus at this time is so warm and charming.
Ah! I really hope to be with this winter campus forever.
9. The beautiful 600-word composition (changing scenery) of Nanma Campus entered the school gate. The first thing that caught my eye was the wide playground, lush grass, solemn flag-raising platform and tall teaching building ... My favorite is the small garden in the southeast corner.
Spring has come, and the big banyan tree in the small garden is dark green or light green, which seems to keep dripping green to dye the grass and the water in the fountain. Pink peach blossoms are next to each other, occupying the whole branch. They are like a group of urchins, scrambling to let people see their gorgeous charm.
In summer, the big banyan tree in the small garden is lush, like a big umbrella, which shields the students from the scorching sun and brings them coolness. Among the green leaves in the fountain, a lotus is graceful, like a shy girl, blushing slightly and smiling slightly. Lotus, clinging tightly to the green round lotus leaf, looks more delicate, elegant, charming and lovely under the gentle rain.
In autumn, the small garden is yellow, but the banyan tree is still so green, bearing small fruits and attracting birds. Look! The pink chrysanthemum held its head high and the petals like bean sprouts were tightly clustered together. From a distance, it looks like a fluffy ball and a big flag sitting together discussing something. Look there again, clusters of chrysanthemums are piled together, listening to teacher Qiu Feng telling them stories!
In winter, there are different colors of bauhinia on the bauhinia tree, including white, purple and red ... When the bauhinia is blown by the wind, the flowers dance like butterflies. Falling on the ground is like putting flowers on the earth and laying flowers on the carpet for us. The students rolled around in the small garden, sketched and chatted.
How beautiful the southeast corner of the campus is! It brings joy to the students and adds some beauty to the school. I like the corner of the campus.
10. The girl who wrote about the scenery of Meihuipo Primary School in spring came quietly to us. Ice and snow melt, everything recovers, and green grass, green leaves and colorful flowers form a vibrant spring scenery for the campus.
On the campus lawn, you can see the green grass sticking out of the soil and looking at us happily, as if to say, "Dear classmates, we meet again!" " The round mushrooms watered by the spring rain also showed smiling faces. On both sides of the main road of the campus, poplars stood there motionless, like a sentry on guard.
Round new leaves have grown on the branches, which look like small green peaches from a distance. Those beautiful and bright flowers bloom together, which makes people feel particularly comfortable.
Whenever the class is over, the sweet * * * comes, the students "fly" out of the classroom like birds, and the campus is full of joy. The table tennis table is surrounded by people, cheering and jumping for joy, which makes the campus full of vitality and joy.
Beautiful spring, beautiful campus, what a beautiful picture.