In spring, the breeze slowly blows across the field, and the green grass sleeps in the field and wakes up. Birds are flying happily in the sky. The wind gently stroked my face, soft and comfortable.
In summer, people are sweating profusely, hoping for a little wind, but the naughty wind is against people and plays hide-and-seek with them. Finally, a little wind appeared, but before I could be happy, it ran away without a trace, and I couldn't find it anyway. There was really nothing I could do about it.
The golden wind in autumn came with the fruits of harvest, with magical colors and fresh air. In autumn, there was a big brush and a colorful palette. Goldwind dyed maple leaves red, wheat fields yellow, apples red and grapes purple. Give people a refreshing feeling.
Winter came quietly without knowing it, the north wind came with snowflakes, and the golden earth became white. The north wind is not as gentle as the gentle breeze, but like a tiger descending the mountain. Pedestrians in the street are dressed like cotton bags, hunched over, bowed their heads and constricted their necks, and trudged along. Not many people go out, and everyone seems afraid to meet the North Wind again. In the north, it drove the children who were playing with snow home. I don't think the north wind is intentional, just want spring to come soon.
The wind is always mysterious and unpredictable.
The fifth-grade landscape writing always yearns for standing on the boundless seashore, feeling the charm of the sea, watching the romance of the water and the sky, singing their own pieces of heart music with the rolling waves, looking up at the white clouds in the sky, shining with the blue sea, and painting a beautiful picture. Always longing for, in front of the vast sea, all the worries and troubles are thrown out of the clouds, leaving a simple heart, a simple state of mind, quiet and far-reaching, calm and indifferent.
Fortunately, I packed my dream that I couldn't die, and came to the place where dreams came true. On the day I arrived in Rizhao, the sun was bright and clear, white clouds floated leisurely, and the sky was clear and blue. On the square near the sea, a few pink and white flowers are dotted in the green lawn, surrounded by low shrubs, like small and exquisite guards. There is a faint smell of the sea floating everywhere in the air, which is a little moist and salty. I can't wait to cross the square and jump on the stone steps near the sea, and finally see the sea I miss so much!
The sea is calling me warmly ahead! Facing the wind, I rushed to it barefoot, and soft sand wrapped my feet warmly, leaving a series of shallow footprints. The vast and boundless sea is sparkling with the eager gaze of the sun, while the waves on the shore are white and flawless, surging in waves and quickly retreating. The sea breeze blew my long hair, and I opened my arms and shouted excitedly like a child, trying to hold this beautiful piece in my arms and throw myself into this vast embrace. The waves are pounding and jumping, wetting my dress, jumping on my hair tips, and shining with a little luster in the sun. Ah, you naughty little spray, are you going to whisper something to me? Then say it quickly, close to my ear and speak softly! Your mother is singing, aren't you afraid that her voice will drown out your whispers?
I am running, jumping and shouting in the waves, and those lively waves are playing with me, chasing and struggling to jump onto my fluttering skirt and cling to it closely. I can't bear to let them disappear and hold my skirt high. Shouting at them: silly child, don't come! So you can't go back to your mother's arms! The sun will take you away and turn you into a piece of steam, which can only float in mom's sight! But, but they don't listen to my advice at all, and they are jumping for joy one after another and want to stay by my side. Ok, ok, if you are so persistent, I will follow your's wishes. Even if you disappear, you will turn into breath, stay around me and be suspended in my heart!
Crazy enough, noisy enough, reluctant to bid farewell to the clear sea in the sun, parting for reunion, but for night gathering.
The night is deep blue and wide, and there is no bright starry sky. There is only one bright and cold star, staring at this deep ocean from a distance. Stroll in this wonderful dream again, just to feel the charm in the night.
The sea under the night is much quieter and gentler than during the day. No exultation, no singing. White waves come up gently, layer by layer, kissing the dependent beach. They are singing in a low voice, shallow notes, sweet melody. Are the rows of waves the meticulous thoughts of the passionate sea? In the soft and romantic night, the night accompanying me is whispering and talking intoxicating love words. Is it infected by couples on the shore? Did you hear their romantic love words? Is it far away to see the sweet smile of people in love? I think so! Otherwise, how can you chase their footprints and gently take them away side by side? Otherwise, how can you hold their feet softly and give them a warm feeling? Otherwise, how could they sing softly with their sweet words?
I am walking in your tenderness, feeling your light tenderness, your profoundness, your warmth and your infinite strength! You are the sacred love in my heart, you are the beauty of infinite charm in my heart, and you are the lover I want to accompany forever. Just because:
I love the infinite charm of amorous feelings!
Landscape composition: Clouds, fifth-grade clouds, are mysterious and beautiful. The clouds in the morning are like dyeing white clouds pink. This kind of red is so light and beautiful. In the morning, the sun rises, and the sky and the earth are illuminated. At this time, the clouds are so pure and ever-changing. Sitting on the bench and looking up at the sky, the clouds are so beautiful. The clouds in the daytime are like a magician who can control the sky. He holds a "lollipop" in his hand and sees a cloud like smoke passing by in an instant. The "lollipop" in the magician's hand has become a surging river. When you inadvertently, this big river has become a map of Ma Benteng.
The clouds at noon are the most shining and the most difficult to look up at, because the sun uses all the power and light hidden at noon. The clouds in the afternoon are the most beautiful clouds in a day. The flaming flaming clouds have dyed half the sky red. How beautiful and spectacular it is. In the other half of the sky, layers of clouds and colorful "dyes" are added. The colorful clouds are so dazzling that even the earth is illuminated by its light.
The cloud in summer is light black. It is like a little doll. When he saw that all the adults and children on the earth were eating ice cream, but he couldn't eat it, he began to cry. When he saw that people on the ground were cold and didn't eat ice cream because of the rain, he smiled. He stopped crying and making trouble. He washed the black things off his face, and the clouds in the sky returned to their previous vitality. However, when he spilled ink on his face again to go home to wash, he cried again, because people on the ground began to eat delicious ice cream again.
The clouds in autumn are snowy white. They are like flocks of sheep, playing and running in the sky. The autumn cloud is the most beautiful cloud in the four seasons, not because of its shape, nor because of its changes, but because of its whiteness. This kind of beauty can only be realized by careful tasting, just like honey, and its inner beauty can only be tasted by slow experience.
Cloud is mysterious, you can't touch it, but it can brush your cheek. The cloud is beautiful, and it depicts a vivid story with the color of sunset glow. Clouds are so mysterious and beautiful.
The first snowy morning of the New Year, when I was still sleeping under the covers, I heard my grandfather say, "It's snowing, it's snowing! It's snowing heavily! "
"Is it snowing?" I don't believe it. I sat up from the bed, pulled the curtain a crack, and looked out. It really snowed, and it was snowing heavily. I quickly got dressed, got out of bed, and went to the balcony. Snowflakes flying all over the sky fell down in a swirl, all wrapped in silver, which was beautiful. Have a good breakfast, put on a raincoat, and urge grandpa to go out quickly, because I have to attend the graduation ceremony at school.
Along the way, the car sped past me, and the thick snow on the roof was a bit dazzling; Pedestrians on the road are holding colorful umbrellas, and snow elves are dancing on them, like blooming wintersweet, adding a beautiful scenery to the winter morning; The trees are covered with white and glittering snowflakes; The grass on the roadside is covered with a thick quilt.
This snow reminds me of the phrase "snow is a good year", which indicates that this year is another bumper year.
How to write a landscape composition in the fifth grade? First, closely contact the text to guide writing
The Sunrise on the Sea, Sunset, Charming Zhangjiajie in Unit 1, and Three Pagodas in Dali, all of which are good examples of scenery writing.
Sunrise at sea writes the process of sunrise in the order of things. "Afterglow" writes a poetic afterglow in chronological order; "Three Pagodas in Dali" describes the appearance of three pagodas according to spatial order. Students learn that landscape writing should be written in a certain order, and they have seen various orders. Students also know that when writing a landscape composition, they should "embody feelings in the landscape", describe it with emotion, expand their imagination, and try their best to use vivid language and appropriate techniques. Such as association, metaphor, exaggeration, etc. Only in this way can the boring scenery description become full of vitality and interest, and attract readers. Of course, students also know that the article is so detailed and vivid that it benefits from the author's careful observation.
Second, read thousands of books and pass the sentence.
"A clever woman can't cook without rice." Only by studying thousands of books can you walk on Wan Li Road. In order to write a good composition about scenery, it is imperative to accumulate a certain amount of vocabulary about scenery. It took two weeks to strengthen the training words. Students enjoy the articles about scenery and accumulate good words and sentences by reading aloud, reciting and abstracting.
Third, observe carefully and grasp the characteristics.
After the above two links, students are ready to write landscape composition, and the following is the actual combat exercise. As it happens, God helps me! It rained heavily that day, and it was dark. Heavy rain is injected. I seized this opportunity to let the students observe this sudden rainstorm, and the students observed it very carefully. After that, the students wrote the rainstorm in the order of things, and wrote the characteristics. One of the students wrote that when it rained cats and dogs, thick raindrops fell violently on the roof, and the whole sky seemed to collapse. Lightning, thunder and storms seemed to engulf the world. It rained even harder, and a huge bead curtain hung on the earth. Another student wrote that when it was sunny and rainy, the heavy rain finally exhausted, the rain gradually subsided, the trees stood up in spirits again, the dark clouds gradually receded, and the sun smiled.
After this exercise, I asked the students to observe the campus and write about the campus scenery. When writing about the campus in autumn, the student captured the "ugly chrysanthemum" with keen eyes, and wrote with his unique perspective that the white flowers withered, but the ugly chrysanthemum shone alone. In his composition, he wrote: colorful flowers in autumn don't want to wither first, but they want to keep going. At this time, the ugly chrysanthemum bloomed, and other flowers bowed their heads willingly at the sight of the beautiful fresh flowers of the ugly chrysanthemum.
Through the interlocking of these three links, students have written a satisfactory composition. Of course, this is not the end of the play, it's about persistence. I believe that students will look at the world with wide eyes in their future life, pay attention to observation, pay attention to life and keep wonderful!
People's Education Edition fifth-grade landscape composition night, a beautiful and quiet time. On summer nights, some people think it is a hot and noisy time. In fact, summer night has its unique charm. Let me take you into the beautiful summer night world!
Take a bus from the north of the city to Heping Road, and walk along Yufeng Paradise to * * * Street. Wow! * * * Street is really beautiful! There are colorful street lights, dazzling tall buildings, bustling department stores and many delicious snacks, including our favorite KFC and Dicos!
Standing at the street corner, looking from a distance, the silver lamps hidden in the yellow cedars are hidden from time to time, just like meteors falling from the sky. Rings of ring lights are constantly changing colors, red, blue and green, which ripple from bottom to top and look very beautiful. A series of folk customs paintings show people the ancient history and culture of Suining against the background of lights. People who enjoy the cool are sitting in chairs beside flowers and trees in groups, enjoying the cool breeze blowing from time to time on summer nights. People come and go from Moore Spring, Yongyi Department Store, Yinfeng Department Store and Uni-mart. Some people wander around in it, while others choose their favorite things. Is it hot? There are all kinds of cold drinks and ice cream in the cool shop on the roadside. My father also bought me Mengniu ice cream and happy pudding. It's great to walk along the street with people while eating. Hey, what is this? Patterns change from time to time around the tall square tower, with tall buildings surrounded by flowers, ponds with blue waves and short films. Oh, so this is an electronic billboard!
Walking on the street of the business center, I feel that it is really beautiful and prosperous here! People can relax, shop, watch movies and enjoy colorful nightlife here. Look, isn't summer night beautiful?
Is that all right?
Writing landscape composition 450 words fifth-grade sunflower square love, melting winter; It is spring. In fact, my love will one day turn into a silent mountain and blend into this land at my feet. In fact, my love for my hometown is always there.
The moment I stepped out of the car, a gust of wind blowing with yellow sand greeted the people who came and told them that you had come to the loess plateau. The familiar smell, yes, this is the place where I once lived and the hometown where I once lived.
Stepping on the soft soil and listening to the birds, along the river, I embarked on a journey towards the old house that disappeared in my memory. At this time, I always think of the words "old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing", and there is always a touch of desolation and sadness in my heart, and memories blow like the wind!
Walking in the silent field, I kissed the gurgling river, which was not as refreshing and thorough as Jiangnan. She was not the lovely Jiangnan woman in people's eyes, but a man who had experienced many vicissitudes! Where it flows, there is no smooth rain flower stones in the south of the Yangtze River, but only the sharp sarite mixed with sand, but it still grinds them down one by one. The river mixed with sand and stones makes you unable to see the bottom of it. Grab the stones on the side of the road and throw them at him hard. You can only hear the dull thud. Like an old man in his twilight years, you can't figure him out. It is the precipitation of time and culture.
The river flows leisurely in the forest, but it can't be called a forest. It's just a few lonely old trees. Tall, thin and distressing. The cool breeze coming through the Millennium passes through them, and the breeze from the far northwest hovers over them with a unique body temperature. They just stand there quietly and never waver, always welcoming the wanderers returning from afar to open their arms and give them a big hug. "You are finally back!" . They don't have gorgeous coats, so they are not masterpieces of western impressionists, but Qiu Shu, who is tranquil, distant and full of Zen in the works of the masters of landscape painting in Ming and Qing Dynasties. When I left, it was late autumn, and the leaves on the tree had not cut off the yearning, still swaying the concern in the wind. A few white clouds are floating leisurely in the distant sky, pacing up and down at snail's pace and greeting me in various postures. I just smiled and looked at the bleak blue sky intently. I don't know how it kept its blue under the raging yellow sand and ensured the white of the clouds! Looking at the deep blue sky without any impurities that can only be seen in this plateau, I suddenly have an impulse. Want to get close to it, I really want to jump into the sky like Tianchi and wash it, from body to soul. By the way, how does it keep that purity?
Every time the sun falls inch by inch behind, the sunset will dye the sky golden yellow. Sometimes when children are naughty, they will secretly take ABBA's lighter and light the clouds. At this time, I like to sit quietly alone, sit on a high place and listen to the wind. The handle is as melancholy as autumn rain, and I touch the wound of the wind alone. I like quiet silence. Whenever early summer comes, I always sit at the west end of the moon. Crickets and crickets cry one after another, weaving into an ancient fairy tale. My heart is always filled with the days when I lived with my grandmother as a child; The old song "Listen to my mother tell the story of going back" is always playing.
Hometown is a person's spiritual sustenance, and the farther one goes, the tighter the string becomes. Because the taller a tree grows, the deeper its roots will be.
Facing the empty valley and feeling the majestic momentum of the mountains, I want to shout loudly! But I won't yell "hometown, I love you". I will only yell "Mom, I'm home"!
Writing Scenery Composition Scenery Blending Method 450 Today, the sun is shining, and Xiamen Island doesn't feel the cold of winter at all, as if spring has arrived. And we are going to Gulangyu Island, an island of music. "Boo-hoo", here comes the boat. We quickly boarded the boat and began to travel around the island. Look, there is a statue! A warrior with a sword in his hand, wearing armor, facing the sea, stood on the rock with great power, that is, the national hero Zheng Chenggong. Zheng Chenggong was a national hero in the late Ming Dynasty. He fought against the Qing Dynasty and retaken Taiwan Province from the Dutch, Xiamen and Gulangyu. I can't help feeling: Now that Taiwan Province has not returned to the embrace of the motherland, how eager compatriots on both sides of the strait are to reunite! At this time, a lush mountain came into my eyes. There is an abrupt big stone on the top of the mountain, which is Sunlight Rock. It is said that in the early morning, you can see a magnificent sunrise. The boat went on for a while, and there was a grotesque stone on the white beach, which was the famous Gulangyi. There is a small hole above it. Whenever the tide rises, the sea water will flow through the hole and make a "rushing" sound, as if the waves are clapping. This is the origin of Gulangyu Stone, and Gulangyu Island is named after it. After the tour around the island, we boarded the long-awaited Gulangyu Island. Perhaps it was the Spring Festival, and there were many people on the island. We chose some remote alleys to walk, leisurely and quiet. Rows of European-style buildings, ancient and simple, stand quietly in the long alley. Puff flowers are crawling along the fence, producing small orange flowers. Against the green leaves, the yellow flowers are particularly delicate and charming. Not to be outdone, bougainvillea is as red as fire and as pink as chardonnay, sticking its head out of the fence and showing its elegant demeanor in large bundles. Come to the beach, facing the endless sea, the sea breeze blows, so comfortable! We children happily played with sand and built castles at the seaside, while adults enjoyed tea leisurely at the seaside. As night fell, we left Gulangyu by boat. Looking at the distant island, I prayed silently in my heart: beautiful Gulangyu, I will come again! Then look for the melodious piano sound in the alley; Then climb the Sunlight Rock and watch the gorgeous sunrise; Then walk the alleys on the island and explore the traces of history. The scene is in perfect harmony.
The idol in my heart is the famous hero pavel korchagin, who is the protagonist of the famous book How Steel was Tempered. This book takes Paul's life as the main line and tells the story of an excellent party member. The reason why this book can be immortal and enduring is because it eulogizes people's confidence and courage in their constant pursuit for peace, and it makes us future generations applaud its value!
When it comes to this book, we have to talk about that the author of this book, Nikolai ostrovsky, is a Russian, an ordinary worker, a soldier of the Red Army and a grassroots cadre of the Youth League. 1904 was born in Ukraine. "How the Steel was Tempered" is not his autobiographical novel, but it does have a lot of plots based on his personal experience. Like Paul, the hero of the novel, he was poor and out of school at a young age, worked as a coolie, participated in the Red Army, suffered injuries, and later became blind and paralyzed. In a desperate situation, he was unwilling to eat, drink, breathe and wait for death, so he picked up the only weapon that could be used-a pen. No, it was not accurate to say so, because later he couldn't carry it, either. Instead, he relied on dictation and asked relatives and friends to take notes. It took three years to overcome unimaginable difficulties, created this immortal masterpiece, and realized the ideal of returning to combat posts.
How steel was tempered is a human being.