600 words of local composition 1 I have different tempers, personalities and preferences, but I have become the best girlfriends. I have changed you, and you have changed me, all of which are subtle changes in the process of getting along.
In primary school, you like to wear clothes and shoes made by grandma. The winter flower coat is not special, but there are a few flowers on the pink flower coat, and the thick cotton shoes are comfortable and warm. In spring, a shirt with flowers and a pair of white square canvas coats are also unique. In summer, in the hottest time, your grandmother will make different coats and shorts, so that you can wear different clothes every day.
Now you put on fashionable clothes and stand there slim, which is a beautiful scenery.
I remember in the fourth grade, we went out to play together, a group of people gathered there, and you wanted to go there, but I didn't like crowded places. I didn't expect to start handing out toys. You rushed into the crowd in desperation. I have long been used to you like this. I stood there waiting for you. Sure enough, after a while, you rushed out of the crowd, gave me a small box, turned around and rushed into the crowd again. I didn't know what you were doing. Parents also saw the lively crowd in front of the stage blindly. I seemed to yearn for it, but I still did.
Well-behaved standing waiting for you. I asked you what you were doing. You wanted to grab another one for me and take your hand out from behind. An identical box of dirt was lying in your hand.
And that time, we went to sell books and newspapers together, and so did the students in your class. Newspapers were sold out soon, and then books were sold. Books were provided by your classmates, and there were many children of all ages. We sold the first book with the concerted efforts of * * *, and it became more and more smooth in the future. I finally dared to go forward and recommend it to people. A kind aunt bought a book aged 3~6, and I happily took it to my aunt, who gave me two yuan. Finally, your classmate came to us for money. She said that the book was hers and should be given to her. I was very obedient and just wanted to take out the money. My sister stopped me and argued with her. In the end, we didn't give her the money.
The place with you is a landscape.
Local composition 600 words 2 "Where is this?" "Here, Beijing." As the saying goes, all the major events in China's history in recent 1000 years happened in Beijing. Today, we will take a thousand-year journey and walk through Qianmen Street in Beijing!
First of all, there are many delicious foods here. Qianmen Street is full of food cities, sweet and sour Sugar-Coated Berry, fragrant Beijing roast duck, and delicious and juicy Zhajiang Noodles and old Beijing sour plum soup are all addictive! Especially in Sugar-Coated Berry, Beijing, I took a bite of wrapped maltose. Wow, it was sweet and sticky, and it tasted good. Take another bite, um, sour, it's hawthorn! Double delicious, waiting for you to discover and enjoy. If you go to Beijing, don't forget the special snacks in Beijing!
Secondly, there are many stories in old Beijing, so let's experience them together.
You can experience life in old Beijing here. Qianmen Street used to be a commercial street. Now, old-fashioned pubs, exquisite fan shops, gorgeous antique shops ...
Everything feels like returning to the ancient commercial street. What I want to introduce in particular is the miniature Beijing City, where past lives in Beijing will be displayed with interactive miniature landscapes and immersive sound and light special effects. You will see the history of 3d technology from Yuan Dynasty to modern times, such as the Hutong in Yuan Dynasty, the Great Wall in Yuan and Ming Dynasties, the Forbidden City in Ming and Qing Dynasties, Beiping in the Republic of China, the classics in the 1990s, and modern Beijing, which will appear in front of you like a movie. There are eggs everywhere in the venue, depending on whether you have a golden eye. If you go to Beijing, you must go to the miniature Beijing City, and you will have a good time!
Finally, you can take a jingle car here. A jingle car is a tram. Why is it called a "jingle car"? Because the wheels are in close contact with the track during driving, it will make a "clang" sound, and later it will be called "jingle car". How's that? Isn't it interesting? Haha, if you come, you must experience it yourself!
If you go to Beijing, the only place to go is Qianmen Street in Beijing.
Looking back on the primary school life in the past six years, there are hidden bits and pieces of us together on campus. On campus, we have had laughter and quarrels, and every scene on campus is telling beautiful memories ...
That orange-red teaching building is where we study. In how many days, Lang Lang's reading sound floated from the building; For many days, I was immersed in the tense atmosphere of the exam; On how many days, everyone will have a get-together and let laughter fly out of the classroom and campus ...
How much joy of victory we have left on the playground full of vigor! At the sports meeting, the students chased each other and sweated heartily. The students in the stands cheered for them and cheered for them ... After learning the ranking, everyone cheered together and enjoyed their happy childhood. At noon every day, boys play football on the playground, girls sit on the playground and chat, and bright smiles bloom on our faces, like sunflowers blooming in the sun. I still remember, we stood on the playground, standing under the flag of the same company, and solemnly made a great oath: always be ready! On the physical education class, loud passwords resounded through the playground, and our neat team made people marvel. We are not flowers in a greenhouse, but good teenagers with all-round development in morality, intelligence, physique, beauty and labor!
The elegant fitness corridor is a good place to escape the heat and enjoy the cool in hot summer. Wisteria grows luxuriantly, its branches are interlaced, and the sun shines through the shade, weaving colorful dreams. Those stout branches form a green net, and my friends and I often sit on the ladder and in the green net, letting the breeze caress our hair, laughing and laughing, which is full of the spirit of "pointing out the mountains and rivers, inspiring words, and dirt in Wan Huhou"! In spring, wisteria hangs a string of bell-like purple flowers, and when we step into this beautiful scenery, we all become cautious, as if we were stepping into a dream that is both real and illusory. This is our beautiful Garden of Eden.
Everything on campus is so beautiful and unforgettable. In the lush bamboo forest, my good friend's wishing seedlings are buried, and by the small pond with flowers in full bloom, we quietly look at a fish in the water and think about our own worries … beautiful campus, beautiful campus, unforgettable campus! This is where our dreams begin. Our dreams, starting from here, drift away ...
In summer, the scorching sun scorched the earth, the grass on the roadside hung its head, and the cicadas on the tree kept barking. Dad looked at me bored, patted me on the shoulder, smiled and said to me, "Come with me to the Dream Bookstore, where many children are enjoying the cool!"
When I came to the "Dream Bookstore", I went in and took a look. The books on the bookshelf were dazzling, filled with children and old people who were absorbed in reading.
Look, the children are gathered together, and some are watching beautiful fairy tales; Some are watching thrilling science fiction; Some are reading intriguing history books; Several grandmothers who came to study with their grandchildren were chatting gossip. The grandfather with reading glasses is reading a life science book that we find boring.
Like others, I was attracted by this place, like a bookworm devouring all kinds of books. Every day after that, I came to the dream bookstore early and walked into the world of books. I seemed to be in the magical banyan cave with the time boy Mi Xiaoyang, and I crossed it overnight after XX years. I seem to have been bitten by a spider and become a majestic Spider-Man; I seem to be reforming with Shang Yang and listening to Confucius' teachings with the seventy-two sages. I seem to reflect snow with Sun Kang, fight against Xiongnu with Huo Qubing and burn Chibi with Zhou Yu ...
"My husband is studying and learning because he wants to be happy and clear-sighted, which is good for hearing." Reading more books can open the mind and eyes, enrich the mind and understand things as the basis and foundation for dealing with people. The story of Three Feet Lane taught me tolerance. Affirm yourself has taught me confidence; Robinson Crusoe taught me to stand on my own two feet. If you give me three days of light, I know how to cherish it.
Knowledge is the foundation to realize my ideal. Now, I should read more books, enrich my mind, master more knowledge, and make endless knowledge in my heart. Dream bookstore, here is the paradise of knowledge, where my dream begins!
The place where I have been, I don't know what it looks like now. But in my heart, I think it is the most beautiful place, and it is also the place I can't forget in my life. That is my alma mater.
When I went back to my alma mater again, I walked on the path leading to the teaching building and looked at the plants on both sides of the road, which aroused my memories: when these plants were in bloom, I often came here for a walk with my classmates. We talked and laughed, how happy we were at that time, and there were too many memories in this path ...
Unconsciously, I came to the front of the teaching building, where I studied, and came to the classroom where I used to stay. The pictures of my previous study once again came to my eyes. There were memories of my classmates and teachers. In class, we listened to the teacher carefully, played with each other after class, and chatted with the teacher. Everything at that time was unforgettable. In a classroom, we had many good memories.
Walking in the campus, everything here is unforgettable, everything on campus is familiar, and every brick and tile on campus is so kind.
In some places in the school, I have great memories. For example, the dormitory, although I can never go back to that familiar place, has become a landscape in my heart.
Although the playground is not very big, there are the most brilliant memories of our childhood, and we often play some games there, which is also the place where we chase and fight. But now? I wonder if there are any scenes like ours on the playground. This friendship is also a beautiful scenery in a familiar place, but there is no such "scenery" in front of my eyes, just a simple memory.
The classroom is a place where morning reading is full of Lang Lang's books. When the teacher is away, of course, the teacher belongs to us. But when the teacher flashed by the window, the students would take out a book to pretend, but they also separated sometimes. I had a sour nose. The familiar scenery can't appear before my eyes.
A familiar place is a kind of memory and a kind of scenery.
I can't remember how many times I walked down this street.
This street has existed since I was not born, and it is several years older than me. From primary school, I have to go to school once every day, and I have to go out to play several times. Even after so many times, I have not found anything unique about it. I really regard it as a street.
The street is very long, and I can't see it from this end. I like it since I was a child. There are all kinds of shops on both sides of the street, including wonton shops, cake shops and fruit shops. The ground is very clean, there is no unnecessary debris and boring mud, and there is never a pedestrian frowning when standing in a small street.
I squinted my eyes slightly and walked forward gently. I couldn't help but stir up my nose with all kinds of fragrance coming from both sides. Just smelling it was enough to make my mouth water. I smacked my lips embarrassedly and looked around: Strange, didn't I smell it before?
The small street is very narrow, but the flow of people is very large. The grandmother next door called it "the city center" half jokingly and half seriously. Although it was a little funny, everyone agreed. The stalls are arbitrarily placed, and they seem to be placed wherever they want. There is less rut, but more casual comfort. But no matter where they are placed, the stall owners always like to sell them in groups of three and five. This man is thirsty and doesn't need to say hello. He took someone else's cucumber and wiped his sleeve and took a big bite. What about that man? I was not angry when I saw it. I just waved my hand and let him take it. Everything was so natural and casual, without modification.
There is a Mrs. Qiu in the street, who is notoriously stingy. To buy some wool balls, she has to follow several threads, and to buy some vegetables, she always has to bring a few onions, and she often fights with others for a few dollars. Everyone knows it in their hearts, but every time Grandma Qiu comes to buy food, they will secretly stuff something in Mrs. Qiu's basket, sometimes a few green peppers, sometimes a few red cherries, and sometimes a few pieces of candy for her little grandson ... Every time I see everyone's tacit smile on their faces, my heart is always sweet.
Unconsciously, I have reached the end of the small street. When I look back, the scenery remains the same. I never slowed down before, but I was in a hurry to shuttle back and forth in the street every day, and I never looked at it again. It turns out that just slow down, slow down and feel with your heart, you can find so much beauty.
It turns out that familiar places also have scenery.
I only got to know you by the swing of reeds.
You fly freely, and the reeds dance with you, as if everything has been given new life by you.
The chilly autumn wind blew, "Sasha Vujacic ...", which was tight for a while and slow for a while, causing ripples in the lake. The thatched huts next to the lake seem to be less vibrant than in spring. However, the autumn wind is still blowing, the reeds are still swaying, and the swaying reeds are scattered with gray tidbits. The autumn wind has changed the reeds. I don't know when the green reeds gradually turned yellow and dried up. The withered reed leaves may have been blown down by the autumn wind ...
In autumn, reeds are sad, the wind is loose, but the scenery is pleasant.
After a while, the chill grew stronger and the lake was covered with a thin layer of ice, which was crystal clear. If you look carefully, it seems that there are reeds swaying in the ice. The winter wind is getting tighter and tighter, and the reeds are curled up as if to keep warm. The underwater ice grows quietly downward, the ice grows thicker and thicker, and the reeds in the ice are like an ink painting.
In winter, reeds are lonely, the wind is wanton, but the scenery is poetic.
The wind warmed up gradually. At the beginning of the sunny day, a gust of wind came and covered the lake with a layer of hazy yarn, but the reeds pulled out new green buds. The lake slowly thawed, green reeds, red flowers ... Everything was so full of vigor and vitality. In early spring, when I went out, I bumped into a breeze and broke off a reed. The bright green tidbits flew on my head, face and side, so refreshing!
In spring, reeds are jumping, the wind is comfortable and the scenery is colorful.
In summer, lush and shady reeds grow all over the water, and the whole lake becomes a green ocean. The breeze is blowing, and the green waves are rippling and intoxicating.
In the long summer, reeds are warm, the wind is unrestrained, and the scenery has temperature.
You plug in the wings of freedom, which is enough to fly; Only by disregarding the fetters of the world can you master everything in nature. Your freedom, your freedom, your gentleness, your enthusiasm, you make everything have a different attitude because of you. With you, my eyes are full of scenery.
Look, the wind is blowing ...
600-word local composition 8 "A famous mountain on the sea, the best in the world", "the first mountain in the southeast" and "a thousand waterfalls and ten thousand streams", at this time, the wild geese are the first wonder. ..... I know many famous sentences and poems about Yandang, because Yandang is my hometown and my favorite place to go.
The waterfall is surrounded by irregular stones covered with a layer of green moss. The water in the pool below is so green that it seems to have been dyed by the surrounding trees; The water is so clear that you can see the blue-brown stones at the bottom of the pool. Waterfalls hang from the pines of two mountains, just like a milky way pouring down from mid-air and flapping on large and small stones. The bright, bubbling bubbles emerged from the bottom of the pool. At first, the bubbles were very small, and then they grew bigger and bigger, bursting on the water and disappearing in a sloped smile. Through the dense leaves, the sun screened beams of golden light and shone on the rising blisters, all the way to the blue-brown stones at the bottom of the pool. The blisters were sparkling, red and yellow ... just like pearls! Water is vaporized into fog, and white clouds are blossoming on the hills. Ah … This hazy appearance is really beautiful!
I like leaning against a tree with a book and listening to the sound of the waterfall. The breeze gently brushed my cheek, reading the book and listening to the call of nature, as if the scene in the book "Dream of the Wolf King" appeared before my eyes: the endless prairie, with small flowers swaying gently in the breeze, exuded a faint fragrance. Suddenly, a golden eagle flew over the sky and held Zilan in its mouth, but Zilan did not give in, but struggled in the air. At this time, Zilan lost its light and finally reconciled. Is the whirring of the treetops at this time a sad elegy of the wind? Does this scene have a different flavor?
I like Yandang, not only because of its beautiful scenery, but also because it is a place where people can fly their souls.