The most beautiful scenery is not the infinite scenery at the top of the mountain, but the birds and flowers that meet on the road. So how to write an 800-word landscape composition in grade three? The following is an 800-word landscape composition I compiled for you in Grade Three. I hope you like it!
Since ancient times, sages have praised many landscapes by listening to springs, climbing mountains and recalling the past. So birds of a feather flock together, but I love the sea alone.
Needless to say, when people have some fun, they always think of a novel and unique idea-watching the sea. A holiday, a rare opportunity, let me come to Zhejiang and give birth to a beautiful land. Maybe God has pity on me, an ordinary person who doesn't know how to appreciate the "immortal spirit". Look at this picturesque fairyland on earth.
First of all, when you don't see the sea, you can smell the sea water in the humid air, and the original pure air is mixed with strong fishy smell. The shallow and deep smell suggests that the sea is getting closer and closer. On the contrary, the sea is not far from us. Closer, the strong fishy smell of marine fish is even more amazing. Some people have even covered their nostrils with their hands, for fear that the huge fishy smell will stimulate and destroy their sensitive sense of smell and senses.
Secondly, a lower hillside came into view, when someone wondered and said, "Where is the good sea?" ? Don't worry, take your time. At the foot of the mountain is the ticket office, a simple and beautiful little house. On both sides are businessmen who sell goods. There are mountains and seas, and this is beauty. The beautiful scenery shows the unique and charming colors of the sea. After buying the ticket, I stepped into the top of the hillside little by little, and slowly, my vision became wider and wider. Ancient celebrities reached the peak, and I don't think it's an exaggeration to see the sea. At this time, the top has arrived, looking at the distance, leisurely and beautiful. Tall ships quietly in its position, neatly arranged, like a parade tank, solemn and powerful.
Then, down the hillside, there is the sea. I saw overlapping waves hitting the golden beach, and the slightly hot sun was hiding behind the clouds. It seems to be watching the game between the sea and the beach, sometimes appearing and sometimes hiding, just like children playing hide and seek. The high and fierce peaks stand against the waves, trees are shaded and songs are everywhere. Birds can't seem to resist the temptation of the sea and waves and dance with them. People on the beach staged a "play" on the beach, competing with each other to reach the distant rocks first. Some covered their legs with golden sand and held up an umbrella to leisurely "taste" the beauty of nature. Children's interest is to build their own sacred castles on the beach. The atmosphere is just right.
Soon, the tide receded and the rocks far from the beach became more and more obvious. Young people show their superb swimming skills everywhere. People who forget the time are also hungry, bringing their exquisite food to the exhibition hall, enjoying the sea breeze, enjoying the scenery and tasting delicious food.
Finally, I went back the same way. This experience is very profound.
Selected 800-word third-grade landscape prose 2 ... Sister. ...
Early in the morning, the fog filled, and the rain last night seemed to come to an end, but it was still unfinished. The birds in the forest seem to wake up and give a crisp and lazy cry, which is better every time. Approached, I walked briskly from the original gravel road and turned into a muddy road smelling of grass.
Walking through the Woods, the beautiful scenery in front of me refreshed me. What is presented to us is a villa that has been around for some years. I took a deep breath, looked up at the blue sky, and then looked forward at the villa under the trees. Looking back again, the lake rippled slightly not far away, and the scenery was natural. No matter from which angle, it is a beautiful landscape painting. I sighed wistfully. "How beautiful!"
At noon, I was warmly treated by my family, and then I continued to visit this pastoral scenery.
When you go to a garden, the fresh air smells of flowers, like the waves in the morning and the cool breeze of the moon, coming from all directions. Farewell is not like outside, because it is sultry in summer, and it is as cool here as in autumn. The stone table in the middle is only for afternoon tea. As for enjoying the cool, of course, we should enjoy the cool under the big tree in summer. The stone table in the middle is only for afternoon tea. As for enjoying the cool, of course, we should enjoy the cool under the big tree in summer. Although the surrounding flowers are not glamorous, each one has its own characteristics. There is a small room not far away. Grandpa said that this used to be the residence of servants, but later all the servants were dissolved because of an accident. So this small room became a warehouse. Although it is a warehouse, it also has its own characteristics. All the articles are uniform, without leaving a trace of dust because of long-term accumulation. Fragile goods are placed in a safe area, and all the credit goes to the housekeeper, although it is the housekeeper.
Out of the warehouse, I vaguely felt something was missing. Oh! Yes, and the farm. Cross the rockery in the other yard and you will arrive at the farm. The periphery of the farm is a high fence, and the farm is divided into two areas, one is vegetable field and the other is pasture. I won't talk about vegetable fields, let's talk about pastures. The calf on the pasture looks like a lady and behaves demurely. The old cow, like the parents of the cattle, is very dignified. Looking around, there are black and white cows all around. Aries is carefree.
In the evening, cicadas kept making annoying calls on the branches, as if cheering for the scorching sun.
At night, only the street lamps flicker slightly, everything is calm, and people are sleeping in sweet dreams.
People in rural areas can live in harmony with animals and plants, and it is really desirable to live in a breezy and sunny environment every day. Similarly, the countryside has a unique beauty.
On the road of life, we often encounter endless setbacks, endless bumps and endless sufferings. It's a long way, and Xiu Yuan is Xi, so I will go up and down for it. But the meaning of life is not that we should not only pay attention to the results, but more importantly, chew every process of life.
In early spring, the ice and snow melted and nature regained its former vitality. Those fallen leaves in the severe winter have added a lot of nutrients to the newly sprouted trees. Dad will take me to visit my grandmother who lives in the mountains, and we will get on the bus and run to the beautiful countryside and fields. Along the way, I enjoyed the beautiful scenery outside the window and felt indescribable joy in my heart. Finally, the bus stopped. I thought I had arrived at grandma's house, so I jumped out of the car. But there is a winding mountain road in front of us. Dad said that the mountain road was winding and uneven, so the car couldn't drive, so he had to walk. But there is still a long way to go here! I reluctantly took my father's hand and embarked on this winding path.
Although the path is narrow, it is tortuous. After only a short walk, I was too tired to stand up. Suddenly, I found a small and delicate red flower growing among the overgrown stone slabs. Small petals are neatly arranged around the stamens, and a drop of crystal dew is hung on the petals. I can't help but cry excitedly, dad, come and see that!
My father came to have a look and told me, "This flower can grow because it has gone through the course of unremitting struggle. You have only walked so little, and you are tired. When will this be successful? Didn't you always say that the process is the only way to success? " I listened thoughtfully. At this time, a breeze blew, and the little flower swayed slightly with the wind, as if agreeing with dad's words. I stood up and bravely walked through the rugged mountain road to the front.
Along the way, the scenery on the mountain road attracted me, and I encountered various setbacks along the way, but I stood up stubbornly because I believed that victory was not far ahead.
Finally, grandma's house arrived, and I couldn't help shouting excitedly: "Oh!" My echo also comes from the valley. It seems to be an affirmation of my success. My heart suddenly relaxed a lot.
In fact, we will encounter many bumps and difficulties in life, but as long as we pursue tirelessly and advance bravely, you will eventually find those beautiful scenery on the road to success. Finally, you will also thank this process, because it not only brings you success, but also teaches you a lot of philosophy of life.
The footsteps of spring came quietly, and the cuckoo sang the hymn of spring, "Cuckoo, Cuckoo …" She was urging the farmer's uncle to sow quickly! You see, small heads, green grass, delicate willow buds and happy streams have all come to celebrate the Spring Festival. The breeze is blowing slowly, and the wicker can't wait to show her gentle posture and dance. Willow branches brushed the water, causing ripples. At this time, it began to rain in Mao Mao in the sky. Grass and wicker quickly opened their mouths and greedily sucked the rare showers. It's really "spring rain is as expensive as oil"!
Summer is hot, and cicadas are singing a beautiful song on the branches: "cicadas are cicadas …" as if complaining: "It's so hot, so hot …" My big black dog, with his tongue out, is lying quietly under the eaves to enjoy the cool; The grass is dejected and despondent, and there it is moping; The earth was baked to smoke. Naive and lively, we put down our books and plunged into the river to enjoy ourselves. The sky is like a little girl's face. It's just that the scorching sun is in the sky, and soon there will be strong winds, lightning and thunder, and a heavy rain will fall from the sky and wash away the heat of the day.
The footsteps of autumn are real, and she brings the joy of harvest. Looking around, the earth looks like a thick layer of gold. The maple leaves on the tree are red, and an autumn wind blows, and the maple leaves fall one after another. Isn't that a butterfly dancing? Grandma's yard has become a sea of flowers, golden chrysanthemums, covered with branches, and the ripe fragrance of melons and fruits is refreshing. The farmer's uncle talked happily about this year's harvest. He was so busy that the threshing machine played a hymn of harvest.
The footsteps in winter are dignified, and the north wind is whistling, which makes me shudder. It snowed heavily and it was very cold. Looking far and wide, the vast land has become a world of powder makeup and jade. Small animals prepare winter food early and hide in tree holes; Wheat seedlings are covered with thick quilts, ready to be baptized in winter; Fish hide under the ice and enjoy the delicious food brought to them by winter; We put on brand-new clothes and bid farewell to the old and welcome the new in the rumbling salute.
Time flies, but always let me see her beautiful image, let me capture her beautiful footprints, let me leave good memories. She is a great painter, describing the sowing in spring, the enthusiasm in summer, the harvest in autumn and the purity in winter.
The sunset sinking bit by bit, the darker sky and the clouds in Chen Hong and Chen Hongzhong form a beautiful and vivid sunset picture.
The sun hangs in the western sky like a big fireball, which converges a lot of dazzling light than during the day, but this can't hide her lively and active as always. Around the sun, many fiery red clouds were dyed by the sun into bright colors such as orange, gold and vermilion, which made the sky a little light gray and colorful. I am fascinated by it. Unconsciously, the sun turned into a shy girl, timidly hiding behind the clouds, quietly sticking her head out from time to time and looking at the sky where she had run. Now it has turned gray, and she has given us afterglow, making the earth beautiful and magnificent. A night breeze blew, and Miss Sun was shivering with cold and put on colorful beautiful clothes. Some are bright red, then orange, and finally apricot. It's like a sweaty child who doesn't want to leave, reluctant to stay in a corner of the western sky, a bright red face, how beautiful!
After a while, it got a little dark, and a colder temperature came, which made me shudder. Pay attention to it again, and find that colorful clouds have scattered and fled, replaced by dark clouds. Only the sun is still stubbornly standing in a corner of the western sky. Looking at this posture, it can't help but step back.
At this time, the real master of the night sky-a bright moon has come to the center of the sky, but the tenacious sunset does not want to shrink back. Sister Moon can't do anything about the naughty sister Sun, so she has to surround her with many clouds and push the sunset to the horizon. Sunset dare not put on a light gray down jacket, but turned to her next work place-the other side of the earth. It wants to bring light and warmth there, so that the creatures there can survive. I watched it go away, my heart was full of nostalgia and regret, but I couldn't help waiting for the next sunrise in a deep sleep!
Every sunset is so thrilling. In fact, beauty is in any kind of scenery around us, but we haven't found it. Let's find the beauty in life!