1. How to write an essay about the scenery of Quzi Park in your hometown. On the shore, the children put their beloved kites in the sky, and a colorful cloth immediately appeared in the sky, which was very lively. The golden "little bees",

With its two green wings raised, it seemed to be flying around among the flowers; the bright red "big goldfish" swayed its tail as if swimming in the water; and the exquisite "little satellite" was shining brightly.

The golden light seems to be flying in the universe. People walking on the shore are dazzled by the scenery in front of them. How beautiful spring is!

, it wakes up hibernating animals; it melts the snow; it dyes the river banks green, it sings cheerful songs and flows into the distance, bringing the breath of spring to further places. I love spring!

Spring, bright spring, gentle spring, has come back again, and has come to my side again. You always dance gently in the mountains, so close and kind. People can never forget that intoxicating dream.

I walked among the shade trees, looking for the charming spring scenery. I set foot in the deep mountains and huge valleys. I followed the mountains and went upstream. A trace of poetic and warm wind gently blew over my cheeks.

, always make people miss you. The green that is easy to imagine always surrounds you. Green is refreshing and never tire of it. It represents the color of life and the color of nature. The long-lost green, after a winter,

It has regained its freshness and brightness. The cicada stopped in the woods and played hide-and-seek with me. It sang "The Story of Spring" in its mouth, thinking about the joy of summer. There was no shortage of the harmonies of birds,

It makes people never tire of listening to it. Sometimes I shuttle through the forest, sometimes I climb, and sometimes I stand on the rock. The only belief in my heart is-keep moving upward!

The soil under my feet is spring soil. These soils are full of the meaning of spring, becoming moist and energetic. A trace of clear spring flows in the valley. It flows down, flows into my heart, and nourishes my heart. It feels like drinking it after being stored in the cellar for many years.

The old wine made me slightly tipsy. I looked at the distant scenery, as if the heaven and the earth were on my chest. I seemed to be the mountain, the mountain god in charge of the green mountains and forests. I always feel a little proud when I think of it. The water flows down, and the mountain goes up.

It is long, and I am like a mountain, constantly moving upward. The nearly 90-degree slope failed to make me slide down the deep valley; the cunning old tree failed to trip me. Although my knees were bruised and my hands were scratched, the higher the mountain, the higher the mountain.

The harder it is to breathe; the sweat is dripping down like water. But it is all a sacrifice for fighting. Fighting against oneself, fighting against nature. The eyes are always fixed on the top of the mountain, the target is there, the highest end of the mountain!

People say: "The benevolent are happy in the mountains, and the wise are happy in the water." Today I walked through the world and absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon!

The sound of spring water flows into life, and the vastness of mountains is remembered in my heart. This is the joy of spring travel!

In summer, it’s rain; in autumn, it’s the yellow leaves that fall to the ground; in winter, it’s the goose-feather-white snowflakes that are falling. Only spring, the most incredible spring, can bring life like a blazing flame that never goes out.

Miracles are lively and intoxicating, and even more dazzling. In the bleak and monotonous winter, I am always looking forward to spring. Looking forward to her grass growing and orioles flying, silk ribbons brushing the embankment, looking forward to her thousands of beautiful trees.

Flowers, ripples of blue waves, looking forward to her orchid and lily grass, moistening things like crisp; looking forward to her spring gardens full of colors, falling red like rain. Now, spring has arrived. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year, and people have almost used it throughout the ages.

I have used all the beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring brings vitality and hope to people. 2. How to write a 300-word composition describing the scenery of "The Park in Hometown" in Zhou Ji. This afternoon, the weather is clear and the sun is shining. Mom

Take me to the park to play.

We came to the entrance of the park and at first glance, it was all green.

Coupled with red, yellow, pink and white flowers dotting it, the scenery in front of you is even more beautiful.

As I approached the door, I saw a camellia tree.

The camellia tree is blooming with many small flowers in full bloom and a few small flower buds.

Its petals are pink, and the small petals are stacked one on top of the other.

Its stamens are yellow and shaped like a small mushroom, round in front and thin and long in the back.

Walking further inside, you will see a large camphor tree in front of you.

Although its branches are not thick, they are also very strong.

Looking up, you can see the dense branches and leaves.

His branches and leaves are piled one on top of another, leaving no space.

There are still crystal dew rolling on the branches and leaves.

Although the park here cannot compare with the scenic spots and historic sites, its scenery is also very eye-catching.