I wrote the following composition in my hometown of Shangluo:

My hometown is Shangluo, which is a beautiful place with beautiful scenery and distinct seasons.

Because it is rich in walnuts, it also has the reputation of "the capital of walnuts"!

Spring girl came to Shangluo with light steps. The peach blossoms on the mountain have blossomed into smiling faces, which look like a Xia Hong from a distance. The hibernating grass in the grass is also holding hands and wearing green clothes, sticking its head out of the arms of Mother Earth neatly. Spring jasmine blew the horn to welcome spring, walnut trees spat out buds, rivers began to sing again, and fish played happily in the water.

At this moment, Miss Chun is sitting on a stone, enjoying the surrounding scenery. Small fish in the river spit bubbles at Miss Chun, as if greeting her.

Summer nights are really quiet. The stars twinkle in the sky. The moonlight lit up the golden fields, the willows by the river and the tortoise trees on the Guishan Mountain. The birds in the tree fell asleep in the beautiful moonlight. The breeze is flying in the sky, spilling coolness all the way. There are some crickets singing loudly in the golden field, Lu

Fireflies flying around with lanterns on the table, and a group of dragonflies whispering on a lotus leaf.

Autumn has come, and the leaves on the trees have changed into autumn clothes. The fiery red maple leaves are redder than the sunrise in the sky and more beautiful than the red roses. Maple leaves fall and dance like butterflies. Birds are busy making fruit, the Jin Juhua in the park is in full bloom, and the osmanthus fragrance on the trees is overflowing. Delicious walnuts, orange persimmons, fragrant pears, red pomegranates and attractive apples are all ripe; Corn, pumpkin and sweet potato are ripe, and sorghum is as red as drunk.

Autumn is really a harvest season.

The winter in Shangluo is more charming. Snow girl put on thick cotton-padded jackets for the earth, and the children put on winter clothes, like a happy bird, making a snowman and having a snowball fight in the snow, full of laughter and laughter everywhere. The pine tree also put on a snow-white fur coat and straightened up to play with the children.

Is my hometown beautiful?

Write 300 words about a tourist attraction (Shangluo Scenic Area)

On Wednesday, June 1 1, 2008, that is, the eighth day of the fifth lunar month, we ushered in the last spring outing of junior high school in the third school year.

Early in the morning, we came to school to discuss what to do today or what "supplies" to bring. In short, it was very lively. Composition Network home.sanwen8.cn

In the car, we watched the summer scenery and listened to the jokes of our poker classmates, and finally arrived at the destination-Hengtou Mountain at 8: 45.

First of all, we arrived under the buttonwood under the guidance of the tour guide. It takes five people to hug this tree. But it turns out that five people don't seem enough. composition

At the picnic at noon, everyone got together and shared all kinds of food they brought. Teachers "mixed" among us, had a hearty lunch, and we got together to play games. This is the happiest time of our day.

Then, we started our journey up the mountain. composition

The scenery in the mountains is very quiet. There are towering old trees and mossy boulders everywhere. There is a plank road in the mountains for tourists to climb. Although the road is smooth, we are still enjoying the beautiful scenery, and at the same time, we are still paying attention to the snakes in the mountains. After walking 2200 meters, we made a detour to the top of the mountain. Unexpectedly, there is a reclining Buddha on the mountain. Finally, I went in and bowed down the mountain.

On the way home, everyone is still doing the same activities as before. I'm just not so active-we're all exhausted. Of course, this relaxation can also make us redouble our efforts in the next sprint.

In any case, I will live up to this last outing in junior high school without regrets!

Introduce the composition of Shangluo Qinling Mountains.

My hometown is Shangluo, which is a beautiful and charming place. That year, under the good policy of reform and opening up, the party's spring breeze blew into my hometown and awakened this rich land.

That year, Shangluo was not upgraded to a city, but a small town in the hinterland of Qinling Mountains. That year, the Xihe Railway had not passed here. No one can imagine that more than ten years later, Shangluo will ask BYD to set up a factory. No one can imagine that Shangluo will have Shangdan Industrial Park, not to mention a North Ring Road passing halfway up the mountain. That year, expressway in Shangluo was just a legend.

That year, Jinfeng Mountain was still deserted, Guishan was still a barren land, there was no avenue by the river, and there was no Danjiang Park. That year, there was no Shangyang Square in the western suburbs, only the crisp and lonely birds singing in Lianhu Park.

At that time, the south bank of Danjiang River was just a wasteland, with no Jiangnan community and no Venice Water City. There was no real estate development in Shangluo that year, and the tallest building was only a ten-story telecom building.

There was no large supermarket in Shangluo that year, and neither Kedu nor China Resources Shopping Mall wanted to come here.

That year, a bowl of noodles 1.5 yuan, tofu 50 cents, Shangluo to Xi 'an 13 yuan, gasoline 1.7 yuan. In that year, sweet potatoes cost 20 cents, vegetables and fruits were rarely served together, pork was only the price of cabbage, and all the food was green and organic. That year, people had never heard of food safety, and milk powder was just a pure osmanthus brand.

That year, people didn't know that Shangluo was the most beautiful in Qinling, and a river of clear water had not been sent to Beijing. At that time, red carp could be clearly seen in Danjiang River. It snowed heavily that winter, and it rained very cold and violently in July and August.

From that year to now, decades have been unusual. It changed the face of my hometown and took away my hometown's past. For decades, my hometown has been changing day by day with the roar of modern bulldozers and people's exclamations. Shangluo that year has disappeared in the fleeting time.

A composition describing the beautiful scenery of Shangluo

There is such a small town, quiet and peaceful; There is such a small town, beautiful and gentle; There is such a small town, classical and modern intertwined, and she has a picturesque name-Jiangshan.

Early morning, just before dawn. Wandering in the cobweb-like alley, you can see the ancient houses that have been baptized by wind and rain. Blue bricks and red tiles seem to tell a century-old story. A green lake reflects the comings and goings of tourists, the frolicking of fish and the prosperity and beauty of the town. The sun jumped up and shed golden light, and the willows and leaves by the lake danced and sparkled like fairies descending from the sky. Her name is Xitang. Picturesque, because there is such a bright pearl.

Jiangshan's blood is a flowing river. Xujiang is a fast-flowing river. The fish in the river is his happy angel, and the waves on the water are his heroic ambition. The reflected figure is his beautiful memory. There are three beautiful bridges on the Xujiang River. The first one is the Rainbow Bridge, which is a beautiful bridge. When the lights on the bridge are flashing, the bridge looks like a rainbow after a storm, facing the surging river far away. The second "sightseeing bridge", which is a beautiful bridge, is quiet and peaceful at night, and the blue lights beside the bridge reflect the sky and the water, which is beautiful. The third is the "North Bridge", which is a magnificent bridge, like a dragon crossing the Xujianghe River. On the bridge, every night, it is very lively, with the sound of hawking, frolicking and music interwoven into the "Bridge March". Jiangshan is magnificent because it has such a strong blood.

There are many parks in Jiangshan, but which one can compare with Xishan Park? In the early morning, a thin veil covered the face of Xishan. At the foot of the mountain, some grandfathers and grandmothers who get up early and do morning exercises jog a few laps along the path, some create their own "broadcast gymnastics", and some play Tai Chi with swords. The sun rose, the first climbers shouted at the top of the mountain, and the sleeping park began to wake up and enter a busy place.