Nature Travels Essay 800 Words or So 5

Write an essay on nature in 600 words.

Embrace nature

The hazy beauty of fog.

I love fog. I love the fog that makes the world hazy and beautiful. I praise the god of fog for his symbolist poet-like penmanship.

It has been said that when the fog comes out, the whole world becomes a white room, and this room has neither doors nor windows; You have no way in or out, only in that white mist, playing hide and seek with your own shadow. That's an interesting way to put it.

Ancient and modern poets chant a lot of words and phrases about fog, and Qin Guan, a lyricist in the Song Dynasty, once wrote such a sentence: "The fog is lost in the building, and the moon is lost." These eight words have shown that a faint realm on the paper.

Sandburg, a modern American poet, once wrote: "The fog comes and clings to the kitten's feet." ”

His imagination is indeed very rich, and what better way to express that light and soft, silent fog than cat feet. (Zhang Xiuya, "Fog").

Quiet greenery.

It is also dyed with a warm green feeling, and the song of birds flowing out of the thick shade of the green trees.

Birds and trees are moaning; Ducks wander by the pond; The dog touches his eyes at the door; The kitten dozed off at the window door.

What about people? Or are you hoeing Hayata, or are you cooking breakfast?

The green leaves on the cattail stand flashed and flashed, it turned out that they came to steal dew to eat, a big red dragonfly! (Ying Xiuren's "Gentle Green").

Watching the sunrise from the top of a hill opposite my house** the magnificent view of the morning, from the dawn until the sun rises, my mood can almost be shared with the angels. Countless long, slender and soft clouds floated like fish in the crimson glow. It was as if I was standing on the shore, looking out from the ground at the silent sea of clouds.

I seemed to be swept up in its rapid shifts—bursts of ecstasy overwhelmed my body, and I breathed with the morning breeze. How nature uses these simple and universal powers to turn us into gods! (Emerson, Nature and the Human Mind).

Rabbits of Provence.

It was the bunch of rabbits that were greatly surprised and frightened! For a long time, when they saw that the doors of the mill had been closed and the walls and platforms were overgrown with grass, they thought that the miller had lost their children, so they used this good place as their base camp and established their strategic center, and the whole mill became a battlefield ......for the rabbits to be invincible and victoriousThe night I arrived, to be honest, there were twenty or so rabbits sitting in a circle on the platform, warming their little paws by the moonlight......No sooner had I opened the skylight than I snorted, and the camping force fled, one by one, with their white buttocks and tails held high, into the bushes. I wish they were back in the mill ......

A lush, pleasing pine forest stretches from my mill to the bottom of the hillside. In the sky, the steep ridge of Mount Albil is clearly visible. ......Silence ......Only in the distance, there was the occasional whistle, a bird chirping among the lavender, and a bell from a mule on the road.

Such a beautiful view of Provence can only be seen in fine weather.