An essay on writing a scene in 600 words

Start with a time and place, and then write on the way to the classics.

After the scene, the full text is summarized at the end.

In this autumn, the maple leaves turn red.

The autumn wind, like a knife, blew coldly, stirring up the dust in the sky, misty. On the desolate and vigorous branches, there are some half-withered leaves, which will be about to struggle in the autumn wind between falling and not falling, and finally they will fall quietly, curling like butterflies.

It is said that autumn is the season of sadness, and it is said that autumn is a time of separation.

I walked in the middle of the mountain, in the mountains, the autumn wind dyed every leaf fiery red, as if with a vigorous burning vitality, hunting and flying in the lonely wind, showing the pride of life.

I plucked a piece, air-dried it, and tucked it into the book.

On the way down the mountain, I was a little dazed, wondering if I could do well in this exam. Although it is only a monthly exam, it is considered to be an assessment before the midterm exam. Since I was in the second year of junior high school, I have never been in the top 10 of my grade, and I have faced the sighs of my teachers and the disappointment of my parents every day.

When I got home, I turned on my computer, turned up the stereo to the maximum, and threw the exercise books and books aside in disgust.

I don't want to learn anything, and I don't want to work hard.

After every hard work, what do I have left besides the sadness of one hand?

That's it, that's it, that's it, struggling to be at the top of the grade, as if the struggle is endless. However, I'm not a genius, and I can't achieve results that satisfy everyone every time.

The damp and cool wind blew in, and the books spread out on the table were blown several pages in a row, and the papers twisted and cracked with each other.

The fiery red maple leaves fluttered free from the shackles of books and flew lightly in the room. The traces of its movement are not fast, extremely soothing, and extremely determined. It is clear that life has been separated from the trees on which it depends, but the fiery red has not diminished with the passing of life.

Before I knew it, my attention was completely drawn to the flying maple leaves, and I forgot to leave my seat and follow its movement around the room to my desk.

Unscrewing the eye protection lamp, I finally took out the exercise book and draft book, and began to calculate the exercises in earnest. The tip of the pen flies as if it were a splendid dance.

The room was filled with red.

This autumn, in the fluttering of the maple leaves, all the misty hopes are dyed red, gorgeous and colorful.

I like the warmth of spring, the joy of summer, the poignancy of autumn, and the quiet ...... of winter

I like to look at the soft fog on an early spring morning. I like to stare at the white in front of the window. The mountains loom in the distance, and the houses on the opposite side are bathed in clouds and mist, as if there is a strange enjoyment.

In an instant, he let go of the wings of his soul and imagined which girl was singing in the opposite building.

I like to run around the playground lap after lap in my favorite white short-sleeved shirt on a hot summer evening. Unrestrained, exerting all the strength of the whole body, bursting out of happiness and happiness without leaving any residue, I smiled, without thinking about the so-called "lady image", and the laughter was like a silver bell. Let those sweats penetrate my clothes, and melt my little figure into this beautiful twilight.

I like to walk in the autumn breeze, covered with golden leaves, red wild fruits. The golden "butterfly" quietly flew down from the branches, landed lightly close to the ground, and flew again in the wind. I picked up the camera and pointed at a golden tree, constantly adjusting the angle, but I was not satisfied, and when I got closer, the tree looked like an old man sighing weakly.

I took a deep breath and couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in my heart. I closed my eyes and walked forward slowly, the warm sun blowing, the gentle breeze kissed, I listened to the refreshing rustling sound under my feet, and when I could "walk" forward without lifting my feet, the slight massage feeling under my feet was so real despite the thick soles of my sneakers. I also feel that autumn is actually very beautiful.

The tenderness of spring, the happiness of summer, the desolation of autumn, and the tranquility of winter are all so beautiful. Ah, I love the seasons, I love life!

Spring is the season of rejuvenation.

This is an essay for writing about the scene, obviously writing about spring.

When the sun sets, the earth is bathed in the afterglow, people stroll on the streets in twos and threes, and the evening breeze slowly blows a burst of flowers and trees mixed with the fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed and happy, and feels that the sunset is infinitely good.

A touch of crimson sunset shines on the western mountain, and the clear blue sky is floated with large white clouds, which show a flame-like red under the glow of the setting sun, if you look closely, you will see the clouds fluttering in the air, like a dream like a light veil, which will keep you away from the troubles of trouble.

The pond fish returns to the abyss, the smoke is called, and the guest travels at the same time. The soft sound of the sunset kissing the ground separates day and night. So the tired birds who threw themselves into the forest returned to ...... like the poems burned by the poet, carrying the blood flame of the setting sun

The tense nerves were gradually relieved; The surface of the river wrinkled by the wind rippled with layers of ripples, refracting the crimson glow, like a river of red agate, shining; The small bamboo forest in the distance shone with a green and faint light, gently shaking the bamboo leaves in the breeze, and the wind blew the rustling sound of the leaves, like singing a beautiful song; The wind in the sky chased, teased, and tore at the clouds.

Looking down further, a small river - Xiaobeijiang, the hue of bamboo and the red halo of the sunset add a quiet atmosphere to Xiaobeijiang, and the graceful shadow of bamboo and the magnificent light of sunset make Xiaobeijiang doubly intimate in people's minds; A few small fishing boats returned home, cutting a sparkling streak of water on the surface of the river.

Sometimes the birds flew through the air, and sometimes I could hear the crisp and melodious chirping of the magpies, and then I woke up from my twilight dream.

The sun had set, and the burning sunset had gradually dimmed.

In the blink of an eye, the last touch of sunset in the western sky has melted into the dark twilight, the sky gradually darkened, the surrounding mountains, showing a blue and white outline, the twilight is getting thicker, and the earth is chaotic and confused.

This is like the end of a symphony, very beautiful, but gradually returned to silence and silence, causing endless sighs in people's hearts, paving a touching and heartfelt poetry to the dusk of the campus: "The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river" is its unparalleled majestic momentum; "A remnant sun spreads in the water, half a river is sorrowful and half a river is red" is its mature charm; "Heavy evening love in the world" sets off its quiet ......

Gradually, gradually, night fell, and I still had the intoxicating twilight in my mind, and the beautiful and mesmerizing scene attracted me deeply: my eyes, my spirit, my thoughts, ......I was all immersed in this indescribably beautiful "twilight picture", and I fell into this inexplicable feeling and couldn't extricate myself.

With a reluctant heart, I took heavy steps and quietly left the boundary ...... this dusk