1. An essay about Beijiang River in his later years. I live in a beautiful town. There is a beautiful river in the town called Beijiang River. Beijiang River is the mother river of our town. It nourishes us.

The scenery of Beijiang River is very beautiful and the fishery products are very rich.

In the morning, the river was covered with clouds and mist. In the mist, I saw my uncles and aunts who had just returned from fishing. The big basin on the fishing boat was filled with vigorous and active fish. My uncles and aunts returned home with a full load.

Beijiang River is rich in fishery products, including carp, crucian carp, mandarin fish, and bream.

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These are the famous fishery products of Beijiang River. These fish are very fresh, sweet and delicious.

The surface of the river is green, like a vast green carpet.

At noon, the hot sunshine shines on the river, making it look sparkling. The sun shines on the river, shining like a thin golden shawl covering Beijiang River.

The towering green trees next to the Beijiang River look like soldiers guarding the Beijiang River and don't want anyone to destroy it.

In the evening, the sun withdrew its dazzling light, emitting a faint and beautiful light, like a big orange mooncake hanging on it. I really wanted to take a bite. The sun had just set on the top of the mountain, and it was reflected on the river like a person.

, the foot of the mountain and the colorful flowers look like a pair of embroidered shoes!

They are reflected on the river together. When the river water rushes in, it looks like a beautiful princess dancing happily on a green palace. It is so beautiful!

The scenery of Beijiang River is truly beautiful.

Thank you——Beijianghe, you gave us a beautiful scenery, thank you!

2. Essay on Chaolian Scenery The Spring Festival has passed, the weather has begun to get warmer, and the sun has begun to poke its head intentionally or unintentionally after the winter. A pot of chrysanthemums placed on the balcony of my house also has sprouts on the bare branches intentionally or unintentionally.

There are a few new greens, and it seems that I am feeling the breath of spring in the cold air intentionally or unintentionally.

A week later, a cluster of green has covered the entire flower pot, and the weather seems to be really getting warmer.

I took off my heavy cotton-padded clothes, moved a chair and sat on the balcony, enjoying the bright sunshine streaming down from the eaves.

I also enjoy the strong breath of spring coming from the flower pots.

Quietly, a piece of bright green trembled on the branch for a few times, then suddenly drew a curve and fell down. I stretched out my hand to catch it, and I couldn't help but feel angry and surprised.

When I was very young, my father told me: small trees sprout in spring, bear fruit in summer, and drop leaves in autumn. But in winter, they can only use bare branches to face the severe cold.

So the autumn in my memory is combined with the fallen leaves flying all over the sky. It seems that the green of the trees should naturally disappear in autumn, and even the wish of the fallen leaves to return to their roots cannot be realized.

But now, the green leaves in my hands tell me: leaves fall not only in autumn!

The small leaf lay quietly in my hand, still as it was just now, exuding an intoxicating fragrance, and the translucent leaf veins had not yet fully expanded.

I seemed to feel it trembling slightly, and my heart seemed to be trembling too.

Just as I believe that leaves only fall in autumn, I believe that life will sprout in spring, bear fruit in summer, and die helplessly in autumn.

Because I believe this, I rarely think about what I should hold on to or cherish in particular. I just feel that there is still a long way to go. I will not use a short time to create something, but spend a lot of time to create something.

wait for what.

In life, there is nothing that I think is particularly worth doing. I have never done anything that I think is particularly worth doing. Of course, I have not left any memories that I think are particularly worth remembering.

Living in this world, I didn't seem to think about changing anything at all, I just thought about adapting to something.

Because I believe that life is a cycle, and in autumn, every leaf will fall helplessly.

The leaf that fell in spring rested quietly in my hand, telling its helplessness.

This fallen leaf made me feel inexplicable panic and made me realize that there are still many things I want to do or should do but have not done yet.

So, he stood up and clenched his fists.

Quietly, it was the sound of a leaf falling.

Leaves fall not just in autumn.

3. Write an essay on the riverside scenery of Pucheng. Flowers bloom*you laugh. Spring is in full bloom. A bud sprouts on the branches, the breeze brings warmth, and a smile spreads on the face.

You hold hands with me and walk on the way home.

I remember clearly that the sun was shining slantingly on your face under the blue sky.

The sun shines on your smile, and your smile becomes more and more eye-catching when reflected in the sun.

After a while, it started to drizzle. You and I took shelter from the rain under the eaves of the roadside. We looked at each other and smiled.

The raindrops slide over the petals, leaving a faint fragrance behind, and the wind carries the fragrance far and wide, making it even more refreshing.

As we waited for the rain to stop, we looked at the scenery back home together, hoping to keep it in our minds.

The rain stopped, and the sunset kissed the dew on the petals.

Looking at the sky from a distance, it looks like a broken ravine, filled with colors that cannot be modified by words.

At this moment, you and I made an agreement to be good friends for life.