There is a small courtyard in my home, and there are beautiful and moving places all year round. I like it very much.
Spring has arrived, and the small courtyard presents a vibrant scene. There is a camphor tree in the southeast of the yard, and the dry branches are covered with green bud leaves. A spring breeze blows, and the tender leaves of sasha vujacic make graceful movements to welcome the arrival of spring. There is also an ear-shaped fish pond in the east, and the white wall reflects the cheerful posture of the fish. Look! Those little fish are alive and kicking. Some hide in the shade, some play happily with friends, and watching them have a good time reminds me of my childhood. I thought: Xiaoyu must be very happy! Only my brother and I were left in a clean space. ...
The sun scorched the earth, and cicadas gave out the cry of "cicadas". Cinnamomum camphora spread its thick branches and opened a shady place for us. My brother and I had a good time in the shade. The little goldfish in the fish pond comes up from time to time to spit, which seems to add fun to the hot and dreary summer. On the open space, there is also an orange tree, which only eased the summer heat under the protection of my uncle.
Swallow guests from afar have already packed their bags and are ready to start with everyone. And that little orange tree, through its own efforts, has produced several small fruits. Autumn wind blows, the rustling of leaves, the faint sound of goldfish and the rushing sound of pool water are intertwined to form an autumn symphony. The red flag on the roof fluttered with the wind, as if to maintain the safety of the yard.
The wind is biting, the weather turns cold instantly, and the small fish is motionless in the water as if hibernating. In the past, the lush camphor trees had already taken off their green suits, leaving only strong bones.
Sixth grade landscape composition 2 65438+ 10/8, I came to sanya, a beautiful and romantic city. When I got off the plane, a hot sea breeze came at me with a little moisture! Walking out of the airport, you are greeted by beautiful/green coconut trees. It is really beautiful here!
I live in Sanya Bay, only 100 meters from the sea. Early in the morning, my family and I took a walk at Sanya Bay Beach. I found that the water in Sanya Bay is gray-blue. There are many small crabs the size of nails on the beach. They dig holes in the beach very quickly. When they found someone coming, they quickly hid in the hole and then stuck their heads out of the beach after people passed by. A few days later, my father took me to Haitang Bay, where the sea was blue and Wuzhizhou could be seen not far away. The scenery is beautiful, but the waves are rough, and the waves are more than one meter high, which makes people love and fear. Even adults standing on the beach dare not approach, for fear of being caught in the sea. Soon an opportunity brought me to Clear Water Bay, which really opened my eyes. The water in Qingshui Bay is crystal clear, and even the sand, shells, small conchs and coral fragments can be seen clearly. The beach by the sea is so shallow that two-year-old children dare to play here, just like the beach specially designed for children. Looking at it, the sea water changes from clear to green, from green to blue, and from blue to blue. I thought the sea was like this, but now I know that the sea is like a veiled bride.
Ah! The sea is amazing, I love the blue sea!
Today, we have an unforgettable class meeting! Haha ... Chachaj, which class has been giving out cheerful laughter there? Oh!
My hometown is in that distant place, which is very beautiful. There are green seedlings in spring and rice fields in Huang Chengcheng in autumn. Beautiful beyond description. But what is more beautiful is the lush bamboo forest.
Standing outside the bamboo forest, from a distance, a bamboo stands there with its head held high, like a soldier waiting for inspection, and like a green guard guarding his hometown.
Walking into the bamboo forest, the number of bamboo leaves is incalculable. Look! Some of them are green, like green paint, so bright green. Some are yellow, and some are fresh buds. Green is so bright and lovely! So many bamboo leaves are piled up one by one, leaving no gap. When the wind blows, it makes a "beep" sound, which is like a beautiful and moving song. Hearing this, people feel relaxed and happy, as if all their troubles have been thrown out of the cloud nine! With the rhythm of the wind, leaves are flying up and down like butterflies, smart and lovely!
The dense layers of bamboo leaves seal the whole bamboo forest tightly, covering the dazzling sunshine, the deep blue sky and our sharp sight. . Walking into the bamboo forest is like coming to a cool world.
As night fell, the round moon climbed the treetops. Bright moonlight sprinkled on the green bamboo forest, like a dream. The night wind blows gently, and it's quiet all around, so the whole bamboo forest is asleep.
Ah! The bamboo forest in my hometown is really beautiful! Like a changing landscape painting, it is unforgettable. I love my hometown, and I love that beautiful bamboo forest even more!
Miss Qiu came with light steps. Like a magician, she waved her wand gently, and the earth changed into a new autumn dress. Autumn is colorful, and the leaves in autumn are even more varied.
On Sunday, I went to Yinjiang Avenue to enjoy the beautiful leaves. In the maple forest, I saw the fire full of trees, which looked like a burning flame from a distance. I picked up a maple leaf and studied it carefully. It is like the palm of a child's hand, it feels smooth and delicate, and the edge of the maple leaf has some serrations.
The biggest feature of maple leaf lies in its color. In late autumn, maple leaves become more and more red. Look carefully, there are thin veins on it. At this time, a gust of wind blew, making the maple trees rustle as if waving to me. This maple tree full of forests reminds me of Du Mu's "Mountain Walk": "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers."
Coming to Ginkgo Avenue is like coming to a golden world. Ginkgo biloba leaves are covered with a golden carpet. At this time, another ginkgo leaf slowly fell, and I stretched out my hands, and it gently fell into my hands. This ginkgo leaf is golden yellow, and the edges of the leaves have neatly arranged ripples. It is like a delicate fan and a little girl's gold skirt.
Another autumn wind blew, and several ginkgo leaves fell, as if golden butterflies were playing in the autumn wind. I can't help being intoxicated by the beautiful scenery.
Although autumn leaves are not as charming and lovely as flowers, they can add color to the brilliant autumn. I like autumn leaves.
In spring, I found that the ice and snow melted, and the earth, which had been sleeping for a winter, happily opened its relaxed sleep. Grandpa Dong didn't know when he left, but Miss Chun came quickly.
There was a spring thunder on the ground, which was a message from Miss Chun to the earth. Then the spring rain continued, which not only moistened the grass and willows, but also made the primroses bloom and spring came. The grass came out of the ground and looked at it strangely; Willow swaying waist, dancing with the wind; Primula trumpeted, "Good spring, how beautiful spring is."
In spring, I found that in this warm and cold time, the leaf buds of leaves slowly spread out, and the flower buds began to bloom, and the buds were brawnily extracted from the old stubble of vegetation cut by people. They grow in wind, rain and sunshine. The earth is shamefully covered with a light green carpet, which is dotted with wild flowers in four colors: red, yellow, white and purple. The breeze blew, and a trace of elegant flowers and plants came face to face, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
In spring, I found that the animals that had slept underground for a winter also woke up. They stick their heads out of the hole or the ground, feel the breath of spring first, and then move out to look for food. All kinds of migratory birds also fly back one after another. Soon, in the valley, in the fields, on the paths, on the banks of the river ... Birds are singing, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, butterflies are flying everywhere, all kinds of flowers are competing, red, pink, willow and green are blooming everywhere, flowers are blooming everywhere, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and animals are jubilant.
In this pleasant spring season, there are trees all over the mountains, willow trees on the banks of the river are green, the countryside and fields are full of flowers, and everything was born in the Soviet Union. The picturesque spring scenery is intoxicating.
Spring is coming.
In my opinion, snow is like a creature. As for where it comes from and what it wants, I don't know. It's like a naughty urchin. At night, people fell asleep. Snow urchin quietly carried a big bag full of snow and sprinkled it on the window. The little guy hid with a smile, excitedly expecting that people would "appreciate" his prank tomorrow. Snow is alive, like a child.
Snow saw the grass shivering, kindly walked over, took a big piece of snow from her body, pinched it, squeezed it, pressed it, made a shiny coat, put it on the grass, did a good thing and left without leaving a name. Si Nuo is alive, like a philanthropist.
Snow is like, uh ... angry birds! The children grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and put it in their hands to make a mass of ice. Snowball really like an angry bird, was thrown to the top. I was so happy to see the snow that I couldn't keep my mouth shut. Like a skydiver, it dived at a 45-degree angle with the action of Dapeng spreading its wings and successfully landed on the ground. Snow is alive, like a skydiver.
At noon, the sun came out, and the snow seemed to see the nemesis (teacher) coming out of thin air at once. The snow has gone, but the impression she gave me has not gone. What impression? A woman with a white veil, though veiled, can never hide her happy and quiet smile.
It seems that snow is really alive, just like the raw venom in Spider-Man. I scooped up the last snow and threw it into the air. Suddenly, it was blown away by the wind.
Where will Xue go next? Will you go to another planet? What would you do? I don't know, after all, it is alive.
snow
Sixth grade landscape composition 7 spring, the season of everything's recovery. If I ask the most obvious features of spring, many people will answer: "Grass sprouts, flowers bloom, birds sing and dance, and so on." These are the characteristics of spring, but in my heart, the real spring comes from that shallow spring.
When I say spring water, I mean the stream at the head of the village. In spring, when people pay attention to flowers and plants, it quietly tells people the arrival of spring with running water. Different winters are lifeless. When spring first called the earth, it woke up. The thawed river dispelled the coolness of winter, leaving only the warmth of spring. Small fish open their sleepy eyes, the morning mist fades, and they play in the water. Which naughty boy wagged his tail and splashed a string of glittering and translucent water, adding another vitality to the smile of spring.
The flow of spring water is children's frolicking, and the stillness of spring water is the lonely shadow of girl. Sitting on the shore and looking at the reflection in the water, no matter what anxiety you have in your heart, it will caress your heart like a spring breeze and make you full of peace. When you look at the water, it becomes a charming magic mirror, which makes your calm heart ripple for no reason. It is such an elusive silence. You want to discover it, but you are afraid to disturb this dreamlike beauty and this silence, so you have to stop and continue to immerse yourself in this spring.
Naughty as a urchin's spring, quiet as a girl's spring, which is the real you? I stare at you and you keep silent. A light rain broke your disguise. Under the disguise, Miss Chun is wittily winking at me.
Sixth grade: Lin Jing
Childhood is like a string of colorful bubbles, colorful and colorful.
In the first grade of primary school, I also learned something about small animals. I know a thing or two about flying in the sky and climbing on the ground, but only my rooster puzzles me. Chickens also have wings. He should fly in the blue sky like a bird. However, instead of flying in the sky, he flew on the low wall of my house.
However, why can't chickens fly in the boundless sky? Now, I'm going to make a potion for the chicken, and then I can fly to the boundless sky.
There are always two options. I thought hard and came up with a plan. The content of plan A is to find some grass and squeeze it into grass juice. The grass juice has been squeezed first.
Everything is ready now, except for the east wind. I caught the chicken and made it drink water. But the chicken hasn't drunk water for a long time, which makes the yard full of chicken feathers. The rooster flew to the low wall and held his head high proudly, as if laughing at my present mess. I think you are picking up shit with a lantern-you want to die (shit)
Plan B is to smash cactus thorns and give them to chickens. Who knew that this time the chickens were ungrateful and forced to go first, but this time the chickens all hid, as if they knew my intention.
Unconsciously, in the afternoon, mom and dad came back. I want to get full praise. Who knows, I was made to laugh. Dad smiled and said, chicken wings have degenerated, how can it fly? Now I'm a mute eating Rhizoma Coptidis-I'm too bitter to say.
Childhood is innocent.
Autumn, like a little girl, quietly comes to beautiful people with light steps.
Miss Qiu came to the garden first. Chrysanthemum fairy is in full bloom against the breeze, fighting for beauty and vitality. Osmanthus fragrans has small white flowers, and among the four petals, there are pale yellow stamens like millet. A refreshing fragrance emanates from the core, which makes people feel refreshed.
Miss Qiu came to the orchard again. Red apples pull open the green leaves and look out; On the fifteenth day of the first month, golden persimmons bend branches like lanterns; Small red dates twinkle on the branches; Agate-like grape strings hang on the shelves and swing around; Some pomegranates are so fat that they burst their clothes and show their white bellies ... Welcome Miss Qiu.
Miss Qiu finally came to the Woods. An autumn wind blew, making the leaves rustle, as if singing a beautiful lullaby for us. Some naughty leaves don't want to stay on the branches, so let Sister Qiu Feng help them. When Sister Qiu Feng spins, they slowly fall to the ground. They fall in a beautiful and moving way: some are like handsome paratroopers, some are like dancers dancing in the air, and some are like beautiful flowers.
Autumn is a colorful magician, and I love this "magician".
There is a beautiful and charming "First Street in Northern Jiangsu" in my hometown, which is the "Gulou Road Pedestrian Street" that we often pass by.
The roads in the pedestrian street are paved with marble, and red and green landscape trees are planted on both sides of the road. At the entrance of the pedestrian street, there are several big stones piled on a stone tablet, which are engraved with bright red characters: "Gulou Road Pedestrian Street".
The clothing stores on both sides of the pedestrian street are next to me, and I am next to you, snuggling together. Fashionable and avant-garde clothes are displayed in transparent glass kitchen windows, attracting the attention of many pedestrians. The street is crowded with people, some customers are talking and laughing, some are choosing clothes, and some are bargaining. Those voices, laughter and shouts merged into a beautiful symphony.
In the morning, the pedestrian street is the world of the elderly. Look, fashionable aunts are holding peacock feather folding fans, twisting yangko and dancing hard with the rhythm of music! Without looking carefully, I really thought it was a group of beautiful peacocks dancing. You see, the grandfathers are wearing white samurai costumes, listening to the morning news reports and beating Tai Ji Chuan. "One ... two ... one ..." Hey, what's that? It turns out that a group of grandparents who like running are shouting slogans to run. The figure of the elderly exercising has become a unique scenery in the morning of the pedestrian street.
At night, the pedestrian street is a paradise for children. Whenever night falls, the pedestrian street is brightly lit and becomes an ocean of lights. Some naughty children skateboard, some skate, some ride small bicycles, playing and chasing in endless crowds, and children's innocent laughter resounds over the pedestrian street.
Pedestrian street, I love you! You are so beautiful and charming!
Sixth grade landscape composition 1 1 When colorful spring comes, the winter jasmine flowers on campus are the first to bloom. They are golden. Some flowers are full, some have all blossomed, revealing their hearts, and some have only opened two or three petals. The bright yellow petals are more beautiful under the sunlight! As long as the lower part of the body, a fragrant smell blowing head-on, even bees and butterflies are attracted by it! Every time the breeze blows, the flowers are swaying gently, as if dancing and welcoming me. Yellow flowers, set off by green leaves, are more vibrant and loved by everyone!
Through the corridor, you can see a small curved pond. The water in the pond flows slowly, and the leaves falling in autumn are already ants' boats and small fish's hats. Flowers are in full bloom on the island, including red, yellow and white flowers. This is really the smell of spring.
The willows on both sides and three sides of the pond have sprouted. They must have sucked in the spring rain and got out all the time. A breeze blew, and Miss Liu shook her hair and made a "whirring" sound, as if she were playing hide-and-seek with a bird.
On the campus in spring, asparagus shoots new branches, flowers bloom, birds sing and we play games happily. How beautiful the campus is in spring! The campus in spring is full of vitality.
Sixth grade landscape composition 12 I turned over the photos of my childhood and the story came to my eyes again. Among them, one of my most cherished photos is the scenery of my hometown.
Staring at the photo in front of you is a kind of scenery in the depths of memory. Blue sky, white clouds, clear Wan Li. Green Woods, how happy the birds in the Woods are! The river is gurgling and the wild flowers are dazzling. Nearby, the clear river can shine like a mirror. If a child can swim, he can't help jumping into the river to swim, and even playing games of catching loach and pulling crabs. If a group of children swim together, they will play the game of "eagle catching fish" here. The scene is the feeling that the eagle hits the sky and the dragon enters the sea. This blue sky and clear water make people linger, but a kind of scenery in the depths of memory is always fixed in the photo. Nowadays, the construction of new countryside is in full swing, and people are destroying their living environment while building their homes.
The trees on both sides of the river have been replaced by buildings, and the wildflowers on the shore are sparse and hidden in the holes dug by excavators. There are white plastic bags dancing in the wind by the river. The river has lost its limpidity, turbidity, reddish brown and pungent rancidity. There are no more small fish swimming, no more swimming companions, and occasionally a sparrow flies by, and its cry is very sad. Looking at the distant environment, the city suffers from smog; In the immediate environment, the countryside is swallowed up by the new countryside and polluted by sewage.
The river is still that small river, people are still so simple, but the scenery is not that scenery, it will always be fixed in my memory. Who moved my scenery? "I don't know how to cherish the value of his existence after losing it."
Sixth grade: Li Shen
Autumn is like a generous and steady little girl, bringing people rich fruits and a golden world. I'm looking for the footprints of autumn.
In the wide fields, many farmers who are so busy and sweating happily admire: "Autumn is really good, which not only makes the fruit mature, but also cools us down, so that we are not tired of working, just don't know where it is?" I listened and shouted excitedly to the field: "Autumn is in every fruit, in every drop of sweat!" " The farmer replied happily, "Autumn, I love you!" " " "
In the beautiful garden, many golden leaves travel around with the wind and say to the tree mother, "goodbye, mom, I will come back tomorrow spring, and I will prepare a beautiful green gift." Mother Tree said happily, "Thank you, my dear baby. I hope you can find your own happiness and happiness in other worlds. " Mother Tree reluctantly looked at the children's distant backs and quietly left tears.
In the busy campus, the children put on their autumn school uniforms, which is really impressive. I stood by the big tree, closed my eyes and opened my arms, enjoying the autumn wind, which touched my face like a mother. I feel like I'm flying and playing with birds who are going to live in the south. How happy I am!
In the dense forest, small animals are ready to hibernate. They first store food in their secret box or basement, and then go out to have a good time. When you are hungry, go home to eat, then go to eat and make up for your food. Now, I began to put warm quilts in my nest again. Finally, they will hibernate after eating food.
Autumn is everywhere, but you should look for it carefully!
In autumn, I like your kindness. Let your kindness spread all over the world!
After a rain and a gust of wind, autumn came quietly. Autumn is a harvest season, a happy season and a beautiful season.
In autumn, the most beautiful scenery is fallen leaves. Pieces of golden leaves left their mother's arms and embarked on a new journey under the urging of autumn wind. They are cheering, jumping, expecting and doing all kinds of actions in the air. Finally, tens of thousands of leaves came to the destination of this trip-the embrace of Mother Earth. In autumn, there are not only golden leaves, but also flaming maple leaves, which are intertwined to form a beautiful Qiu Jingtu.
Another wonderful place in autumn is the field. When the wind blows, it makes people feel like swimming in the golden waves. But what impressed me most was the fun of playing hide-and-seek with friends in the field when I was a child. At that time, we were all young, not as tall as those crops in the field, so that the people who caught them could not see the hidden people. So every time we play, the people who find the object end in failure. But even so, everyone is still very interested.
There are many farmers in the field with us, and their faces are full of smiles, which are happy smiles and happy smiles. Yes, what are the reasons why they are unhappy? They sow seeds in spring, then fertilize, water, weed and loosen the soil. These fruits are the fruits of their labor. Life is the same, study hard when you are young, and you can find an easy job when you grow up; When I was a teenager, I only cared about playing all day. When I grow up, I may do those hard and tired jobs. Bitter before pleasure, how much you pay and how much you get, isn't it the same?
I play in autumn, feel in autumn and grow up in autumn.
I love autumn, love her beauty and love the happiness she brings to mankind!
The sixth grade landscape composition 15 "Ding Dong-Ding Dong ..." seems to be the aftertaste of an autumn rain. Everyone knows it rained cats and dogs just now. It came suddenly, followed by waves of cold seals, followed by wisps of light clouds and rain, quietly coming.
I first heard its voice, coming from the distant sky and from the high hillside-sand, sand, sand ... like a silent ballad, it magically floated from all directions, and gradually became clear and loud, from far and near, from far and near ... Pedestrians in the street scrambled to hide under the eaves to shelter from the rain, and umbrella-openers held up their umbrellas and hurried home. Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen. "Bang, bang, bang", that's the sound of rain beating on the window. "Sand, sand, sand", this is a duet of rain and trees. What a beautiful song! The thunder of "rumble" came late. I seem to hear the sound of beating a huge drum with a mallet in the wilderness, but it is somewhat different. Thunder roared, rough and heroic. It seems chaotic, but as long as you listen carefully, you will find that this is the most harmonious rhythm. The rain of "drip-answer-drip-answer" gradually stopped, and the street was calm again, and there were few pedestrians left in the street.
Recalling the wonderful sound and melody is really fascinating, and it can only be heard in the magical nature.