In the morning, the sun, like a shy little girl, quietly rose to the treetops, emitting soft red light, and all around it was red, only listening.
Get a subtle sound of running water. Gradually, the red light is slowly orange, and then golden yellow. At this time, the sun on the treetops ran to the top of the hill in the blink of an eye, and the stream unveiled its mystery at this time, taking a glance at its beauty.
Show it in the world. The sun gently stroked the stream, which flowed tirelessly, and occasionally encountered a big stone, and a stream of water parted ways. The stream is like a mirror, through which you can see that the bottom of the water is rough and angular
Clear stones, sometimes encounter a larger current, turn the stone over and reveal a large slippery moss. Unfortunately, there was a little splash, and crystal drops hit the stream, and it was surrounded by layers.
The microwave, slowly spreading, is getting weaker and weaker, and finally there is no trace, and the stream is still singing and flowing forward.
And that mountain, from a distance, is a rolling outline covered with a hazy layer.
Obscure, illusory fog. Come to the foot of the mountain, look up, a thick green. From time to time, there is a breeze blowing, which makes the crown of the tree sway and make a rustling sound. Isn't this the touching music blown by the trees? green
Sometimes there are some other bright colors, which are beautiful flowers, like a green cloth dotted with all kinds of colors. Walking up the mountain, I set foot on a muddy mountain road, and the roadside is full of patches of green and yellow.
Weeds. "Ji Ji Ji" sky suddenly passed a dense black spot, accompanied by this noisy bird call, and rushed to the ground. Oh, it's a flock of sparrows. Some of them landed lightly on the branches, crowed loudly, and some fell.
Into the vegetable field, spread your wings, stretch your legs, shake your head with satisfaction, and some may not have played enough, but still fly in mid-air. What about the trees on the mountain? They are even more graceful. Some of them stand upright, like guards, while others are prone.
Stay naked, like a hunchbacked grandfather.
Suddenly, I heard the faint sound of water, and saw a thin, small stream, like a waterfall, pouring down, like an upside-down loom, weaving cloth continuously, glowing with golden light in the midday sun, like a layer of gold plating. What a beautiful picture!
2. Writing a composition about the scenery of my hometown Speaking of my hometown Guanlin, although it is not a famous town, it also has charming scenery there.
My hometown in spring is dressed in colorful clothes. Look! The branches have slightly exposed some cyan, and a string of azaleas are colorful. The chirping birds are beginning to be heard outside the window. It is the birds singing the songs of spring! After a period of rain, everything in my hometown's countryside is brilliant and beautiful. Under the sunshine, the streams in my hometown are clearer, rippling and glowing with golden light. My hometown in spring is full of vitality.
In summer, my hometown is covered with lush summer clothes. In the morning, bees are busy collecting honey. In the afternoon, cicadas are singing in the trees. At night, crickets are singing in the grass. There is a pond in my hometown, where lotus flowers are in full bloom and dragonflies are flying all over the sky. It's really "Xiao He only shows his sharp horns, and dragonflies stand on his head". Children in my hometown enjoy themselves in the lotus pond: swimming, fishing, catching shrimps and picking.
In autumn, my hometown is wearing a golden red solemn evening dress. In the fields of my hometown, there are golden red fruits everywhere. The leaves on both sides of the street fall rustling and make a "rustling" sound. Autumn in my hometown is a mature season, a harvest season, a full season and a sowing season.
In winter, my hometown changed into a simple white robe. There was snow everywhere in the streets of my hometown town, and there was ice on the telephone poles. It snowed, falling like catkins and reeds, which was beautiful. The snow stopped, and there was a layer of snow everywhere on the roof, fence and wooden shed of the village. It was really a beautiful snow scene.
There are different characteristics in my hometown all year round. Although there are not many beautiful scenery in my hometown, in my eyes, the scenery in my hometown is always the most beautiful!
Write a composition with hometown as the main topic. My hometown is really beautiful! My hometown is a small village in Paradise Town, Xinxing County, Yunfu City.
My hometown is a beautiful place with mountains and water. In the village, the walls of houses are inlaid with tiles, some are white and flawless, some are colorful, and they are beautiful with safflower and green! There are many trees in the village, including longan trees, litchi trees and banana trees.
In front of the village, there are green fields, and green plum vegetables grow in the fields. Just after the rain, many glittering pearls will be seen on the leaves of plum vegetables.
Behind the village, there is an orchard. In spring, Miss Chun put on new clothes for the whole orchard.
In summer, the trees grow lush, and the dense layers of branches and leaves seal the orchard tightly, covering the blue sky. In autumn, there are many fruits in the orchard, including sweet and sour purple grapes, oranges, oranges and oranges from Huang Chengcheng, gourds-like grapefruit and red persimmons.
Next to the village, there are rolling peaks, many trees, many colorful flowers and many bracken. Opposite the village, there is a small river, the river is crystal clear, and you can clearly see colorful small stones at the bottom of the river, and all kinds of lovely small fish are playing freely in the clear river.
At dusk, the villagers who have been tired for a day should rest here and let the clear river wash away the fatigue of the day. Hometown is like a fresh and elegant poem, which cleans people's hearts; It is also like a vivid landscape painting, edifying people's sentiments.
I am proud of my hometown, and I love my beautiful hometown.
4. Please write a composition on the topic of home and write about the scene of my hometown (150 to 250 words). My hometown is a good place with mountains and waters. In the morning, the sun quietly rises to the treetops like a shy little girl, emitting soft red light, and all around it is red, only to hear the subtle sound of running water. Gradually, the red light slowly shows orange. The sun on the treetops ran to the top of the hill in the blink of an eye, and the stream unveiled its mystery at this moment, showing its beauty in an unobstructed view. The sun gently stroked the stream, and the stream flowed tirelessly. Occasionally, when it met a big stone, a stream of water parted ways. The stream was like a mirror, through which it saw rough and angular stones at the bottom of the water, and sometimes it met a bigger current and turned the stone over. A large area of slippery moss was exposed. Unfortunately, a little splash was splashed, and the glittering and translucent water droplets hit the stream. Around it, layers of microwaves spread slowly and faded, and finally there was no trace. The stream still sang songs and flowed forward. And the mountain, from a distance, was covered with a layer of hazy and illusory fog. When it came to the foot of the mountain, it came to the foot of the mountain. Sometimes there are some other bright colors in the green, which are the beautiful flowers, like a green cloth dotted with various colors. Walking up the mountain and stepping on the muddy mountain road, the roadside is full of patches of green with yellow weeds. "Ji Ji" suddenly passed a dense black spot in the sky, accompanied by the noisy birds, and came to the ground. Oh, it turned out to be a group of sparrows. Some of them landed lightly on the branches. Spread your wings, stretch your legs, and shake your head contentedly. Some of them may not have had enough fun, but they are still flying in mid-air. The trees on the mountain are even more graceful. Some of them straighten their backs like guards, while others bend over like hunchbacked grandfathers.
5. Write a lyric essay about autumn scenery with more than 600 words on the theme of hometown. Some people may say, now that the world is peaceful, can we be less busy? I don't agree. Ouyang Xiuyun said, "Worry and fatigue can rejuvenate the country, and leisure can lead to death, which is natural." If we have this achievement before us, we will relax, thinking that "NB023 is solid, and the golden city is thousands of miles away, and it will be too late to be busy at last. But I want to add that busyness is the means of life, not the purpose of life. We can't be busy. I'm afraid not. There, the incidence of depression and mental illness is very high, so you must be moderate. Please be busy! It is happy to be a "rich and idle person", but what if everyone is idle and no one is busy with work? In short, when you are in danger, you must be busy; In times of peace, we must never slack off and relax. We should be more busy without overdoing it, shouldn't we? .
6. A 500-word composition entitled "Beautiful scenery of my hometown" (Yiyuan) Beautiful scenery of my hometown My hometown is a beautiful place, with rolling mountains, crystal clear streams and lush bamboo forests.
"Cluck, cluck ..." The rooster began to crow. Slowly, the sky was a fish-belly grey in the east, and Grandfather Sun came out.
In the bamboo forest, warm sunshine shines through the cracks in the leaves. On the bamboo leaves, naughty little dew rolled around.
Suddenly, deep in the bamboo forest, there was a crisp and beautiful bird song, which broke the silence in the morning. People who get up early are busy.
On the morning of spring, if you go for a walk in the fields, you will surely see a beautiful scene. Standing on the ridge of the field, I can see as far as I can, and the rape blossoms are like golden carpets, which are endless.
A gust of wind blows, and rape blossoms beckon, as if welcoming guests from afar. Hard-working farmers are busy in the fields with hoes and shovels.
7. Write two articles on the theme of "Hometown Affairs" as follows: When you are in your hometown, you will be intoxicated by the beauty of your hometown, just like a trickle of water.
Being in a foreign land, recalling the scenery of your hometown, your heart is like a stone falling into a calm lake, causing a ripple and blending you with your hometown. My hometown, Jilin City, is near the beautiful Songhua River. I love my hometown, and its scenery is unique.
Spring has come, Songhua River, and you are a landscape. The water on the river is dancing vigorously as before. You are so alive and strong. Whose clarity is your heart, which is better than the most beautiful crystal stone in the world. It reflects the beautiful blue sky and charming sunshine, like a drop of spring dripping in your heart, and it is cool to the end while enjoying the beautiful world.
Waterbirds on the river! Your body leaves a beautiful curve between the river and the sky, depicting a * * * overflowing spring dance, so graceful and refreshing. Miss Xia has also come here in droves. On Wuhu Island on Songhua Lake, you are a landscape! The summer sun didn't hurt you at all. You still stand on Songhua Lake. Your magic comes from your beautiful legend, which makes you put on a mysterious veil on the real island, making people elusive.
In the warm summer, you opened your mind, received many tourists and became a summer resort. Everything about you has cooled the summer. Let us remember your name and your strong body. Romantic autumn has also arrived, and you are a landscape in the maple grove on Longtan Mountain.
When the autumn wind blows, I see you lazily relaxing your muscles and bones. Your leaves are bright and red, and I can't help but slap your red with my hands. Hundreds of maple leaves depend on each other, even my face is red with it. You are like proud as a peacock, shaking your beautiful red leaves from time to time.
I see, because of you, how many famous writers shed endless seconds in their works; Because of you, how many people know how to be intoxicated; Because of you, many artists have created endless beauty. The lovely, amiable and respectable maple leaf forest adds another beautiful landscape to the beautiful city of Jilin.
Snow is fluttering, floating out the romantic and warm winter rhyme. Winter has come, and the rime on the banks of the Songhua River makes you a landscape. Looking around, the dry branches put on the winter cotton-padded jackets you tailored for them, and the whole Songhua River makes you snow white.
I can't forget your soft body and dress the branches brightly; I can't forget your white color and sublimate the hearts of many people; I can't forget your noble demeanor. You are beautiful and despise the secular world. Like an angel guarding the gate of heaven, you are all noble from head to toe, so you can only dream of it. How many tourists come here to watch your beauty! How I want to hold the soft moonlight to compare with you.
The scenery in my hometown is so beautiful that I can see it in my eyes. I have confided in you about this colorful scenery, waiting for your footsteps to experience the beauty like a fairyland. My hometown is ticking, ticking, drumming, ticking ... I heard the familiar and unfamiliar yangko tune again, and it was so unrestrained and enthusiastic! My home is in the northeast, where there are not only fertile black land and simple people, but also many cultures with a long history.
"yangko dance" is people's most pastime at ordinary times. No matter men or women, old or young, they can more or less twist with the unrestrained and enthusiastic rhythm. Northeast Yangko was brought to the northeast by the imprisoned Chinese artists and scholars who were exiled to Saibei in the Kangxi period of Qing Dynasty. In the Ganjia period, this kind of singing and dancing activity was combined with the enthusiasm and romance of the people in the northeast, forming a unique style of yangko, especially the gradually formed yangko music, which was played with enthusiasm and joy by gongs, drums, cymbals and suona.
Even a toddler here can hum a rhythm or two at will. Whether it's spring, summer, autumn and winter, after dinner, there are many people gathered in the spacious Yangko Square, some to watch, some to participate. When the deafening sound of gongs and drums strikes, all people follow the warm rhythm, dancing and dancing. Most of the more professional people put on the clothes made of red silk and blue satin, holding handkerchiefs or fans, and form a regular team.
There are also some liberals in the middle. Some of them are riding donkeys, some are sliding boats, some are smoking a pipe, some are dressing up to help the public, some are dressing up as women, and some are playing Pig's wife behind their backs. It's really interesting! Against the background of clothing and decoration, all people are chic, lively and charming. With the acceleration of the drums, people's pace has also accelerated. They take two steps and take a step back, swinging left and twisting right. When it comes to * * *, some people make faces, their expressions are exaggerated, and some stumble and stumble.
Twist out the bold and straightforward character of the northeast people, even in the cold three or nine days, it is also a hot scene, in which the cold has long been forgotten. Nowadays, people's cultural activities have more and more contents and wider choices. Most young people don't like this folk art any more. Middle-aged people are busy with their work every day, and they have long disdained to take part in this activity. This activity has gradually changed from a mass activity to an activity for the elderly.
Why is this happening? Our traditional art has been forgotten by people more and more. Is it true that in today's 2 1 world, new things will definitely replace old things, and our folk art will be replaced by all pop music? We should not only carry forward new culture and art, but also protect our traditional good art, which is based on traditional art. We should innovate the traditional art and then keep it.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock ... The tune of yangko is still floating in the wind and echoing in the ear. The festive and warm rhythm renders the cold winter and permeates the air, like the breath of spring! It's late autumn in my hometown, and I miss the autumn in my hometown when I'm in a foreign land. "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring."
Liu Yuxi's poem is perfect for autumn in his hometown. Spring in my hometown is so beautiful.
Wild flowers are everywhere, fragrant, and there is a vibrant scene everywhere. People can't help sighing from the bottom of their hearts: Spring has come, bringing new hopes and longings. However, autumn in my hometown is more desirable.
Every autumn, my hometown is.