To write an essay about the scenery one hundred thousand urgently

Autumn. Autumn is a season of high and refreshing autumn, fragrant melons and fruits, and abundant fruits.

Autumn is not as vibrant as spring when flowers are in full bloom, nor is it full of life like summer when it is full of trees, but it attracts people with its attractive autumn colors and golden fruits.

I saw the bright moon on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I saw the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums in the park, I saw the geese flying south in a neat line, and I saw the blue sky dotted with white clouds, like a light boat sailing on the sea. Look, the rice in the field is ripe. The heavy ears pressed the rice stalks so that they couldn't lift their heads, and gusts of autumn wind blew, setting off undulating rice waves.

Pearl-like grains are piled up in granaries; Heavy apples hang from the branches; The yellow persimmon is like a gem, round and piercing, and the sun shines on it with a little golden light.

The continuous autumn rain is like a girl pouring out her thoughts. I didn't hide, let the autumn rain hit people's faces, clouds full of rain, moving slowly in the low sky. In late autumn, in the endless forest, all the leaves have fallen.

The old elm tree stood in the shade, hiding its wrinkles under the moss. The merciless autumn stripped them of their gorgeous costumes, and they had to stand there naked, emaciated.

Ah, autumn, how beautiful, so moving, so rich you are. You nurture the seedlings of spring and let them grow into bountiful fruits, while your body grows old.

I love you autumn, and your charming smile will always be engraved in my heart.

West lake. I was fortunate enough to go to Hangzhou, just in time for the rainy season in the southeast, and it was rainy. "The water is shining and the eyes are good, and the mountains are empty and rainy." These two poems aroused my interest, and the party decided to go to the West Lake in the rain.

On a rainy day, I was able to enjoy the amazing mountain scenery. The beauty of the mountains in the rain is completely in the absence of anything. If it had, it had turned into a steaming mist with the floating light veil-like clouds; If it doesn't, it shows its face between the opening and closing of the clouds, and it feels more intimate.

There is a technique in Chinese painting called rice dot landscape, which is used to express the empty scenery of the mountains with full ink to sway large and small ideas, whether sparse or dense, thick or light. To depict the scene in front of you vividly, you have to use the rice dot technique.

At this time, the drizzle was falling, and the water and sky were colorful. When the boat arrived at the three pools and the moon, we abandoned the boat and went ashore. It is the spring season of red, thin and green manure, but the flowers of West Lake are constantly running at all times.

We walked across the winding stone bridge, and the lotus under the bridge fell asleep. The rhododendrons are in full bloom, white as cotton and snow, red as fire and tea, dotted among the green trees and bamboos. Rhodos grows near the water, much like orchids, but not as delicate, luxuriant, and thriving as orchids.

The intoxicating aroma came to the face, and it was difficult to distinguish which kind of flower it was, even the green and fluffy grass, the green and bitter monument; It seems to be fragrant, too. The three pools are in the center of the lake, from here you can look into the distance, the north and south peaks have been wrapped in the clouds, you can't see clearly, the willow waves and the flower port are hidden in the thick green, and occasionally show the shadow-like cornices. There are a little golden shimmers under Nanping Mountain, which is the glazed tile of Jingfu Temple.

All this is covered with a drizzle net. The rain is sparse and dense, and the scenery changes rapidly, but when you see the words, you can't naturally capture the ethereal artistic conception.

If you think about it, if you talk about water, West Lake is not as good as Taihu Lake, not too Erhai Lake; If you talk about mountains, the twin peaks are not as good as Yandang, and even less than the Yellow Mountain. Why is West Lake so famous that it attracts so many tourists? Is it because the lakes and mountains are sheltered and complement each other?

Is it because the mountains are endlessly changing? Later, I figured out this problem when I visited Yue Temple. From the point of view of architectural art, Yue Temple has no characteristics; From the perspective of plastic art, Yue Fei's statue is even more nondescript.

But the tourists here are constantly in all directions, and it is very clear that who does not go to the West Lake to pay homage to the Yue Temple? If there is only the beauty of the West Lake, and there are no great poets, writers and national heroes such as Bai Juyi, Su Wu, Yue Fei, Yu Qian, and Zhang Cangshui, and there is no white lady and Su Xiaomei who are rumored to be good stories, then it is conceivable that the interest of tourists will not be so strong.

Here, nature and human creation are integrated and complement each other, and the beauty of nature and ethics are synthesized into the ultimate of beauty. The beauty of West Lake is here!

As soon as I walked into the West Lake, I saw the rippling sunny lake, a breeze blew, and the surface of the lake rippled, like a silk horse dancing in the wind. The water of Sunshine Lake is really clear, you can see the grass at the bottom of the lake, and the water of Sunshine Lake is so green, green as if it is a flawless jasper. A dragon boat glides on the surface of the lake, the curved dragon whiskers are like two fluttering ribbons, the dragon horns are like two dead branches, the golden dragon scales are shining in the sun, and the tail is like a red flame.

The dragon is hunched over a small house. The small house carved dragon and phoenix looks so graceful and gorgeous. Two rows of willow trees are planted on the shore of the lake, like soldiers waiting to be reviewed.

There is a green meadow next to it, and there is a flower bed next to the meadow, and the flowers in the flower bed are in a variety of shapes, some of them are budding, like a shy little girl who refuses to show a smile to people; Some are half-open, like a pure maiden holding her face in her delicate hands; Some of them have completely bloomed, showing sweet smiles to people cheerfully. There is also a little girl with a flower umbrella standing quietly by the lake, enjoying this charming scenery.

The West Lake is so beautiful and intoxicating, it makes me feel like my whole body is about to melt into this park.

Think for yourself, if you copy someone else's composition, you're very that.

Summer is hot and humid, but it's colorful, and if you feel it with your heart, you'll find it charming.

Summer is red. Yang Wanli, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote in a poem: "After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is not the same as the four seasons; Zhiyun Dou receives the lotus leaves infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red in the sun.

You see, the pink lotus flowers are like fairies bathing in the lake in light veils. Delicate and shy, full of dripping, with the wind to grind to the fragrance bursts, refreshing. Some buds are blooming; Some are ready to bloom, and the flower bones stretch out high like torches; Some compete to open, revealing delicate small lotus flowers.

Summer is green. If you walk into our school or not, you will find that the campus is covered in green: big trees and small trees are green, and the grass is also green.

The banyan tree is tall and straight, and when you look up, the bright green leaves of the tree shine in the sun, showing infinite vitality. The plane trees are as tall and green as the banyan trees, and their palm-like green leaves stretch out in all directions, leaving patches of shade on the campus. If the banyan tree is the mighty guardian of the campus, then the plane tree is the big green umbrella.

There are many other trees that have lost their yellowing from the winter, revealing the verdant green of a tree.

The waves in the sea are like a large cotton field that has just cracked peaches, and the white flowers are endless. Some naughty children, regardless of the three, seven, twenty-one, threw off their shoes, snatched the lifebuoy from their mother's hand, and threw themselves into the arms of the sea with bare feet and cheering.

It is yellow in the summer. The rice field is golden, and from a distance it looks like a golden carpet of the ground. The rice grains were so full that the stems were bent down, and suddenly a breeze blew, and the ears of rice seemed to nod their heads to people. Needless to say, this year's early rice is sure to be another bumper harvest year.

Summer is blue. After a thunderstorm, the rain is flowing quietly. When I looked up, the sky was so blue that it was intoxicating, and it was so blue that it reminded me of the hard training of the young navy of the junior military academy.

I think I've become a little painter with a palette in my hand, and I'm painting the summer scene: red is hope; What is white is pure; The blue one is broad; Yellow is brilliant; Green is healthy ......

Mid-Autumn Festival Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day of reunion for thousands of families. As the saying goes: the moon rises in the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

But this year we were not so lucky, the sky was drizzling and the sky was overcast from the morning. It seems that we will not be able to see the bright moon at night.

In the evening, our family gathered around a table to eat a reunion dinner, chatting happily, my brother and I ate round mooncakes, looking at the night sky from time to time, I couldn't help but think of last year's Mid-Autumn Festival night.

Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, as soon as dinner was over, my grandfather and I and my family couldn't wait to come to the Han River to admire the moon. "It's out, it's out," I cried out excitedly. The moon peeked out of the clouds with half of her face, shy as a little girl.

Slowly, the round moon rose, like a big jade plate, and the moon was like a fairy in a white gauze skirt, sprinkling the bright moonlight on the earth, illuminating the earth like day. The bright moon was embedded in the sky, and from the moonlight, I seemed to see Sister Chang'e crying alone, holding Yufu in both hands and missing her relatives. At this time, my grandfather stopped me, "Look there, it's so beautiful!"

It turns out that the shadow of the moon is reflected in the water, forming a moon in the water, and the river reflects the surrounding lights and birds, and then sets off the beautiful full moon, which is really like Zheng Zheng is in a beautiful picture. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but compose a poem: the moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the lake is very fresh in the moon.

The long river is like a picture scroll, and our family is a common charm. When everyone heard this, they praised me and said, "Yes, the interest is quite high, and I can still compose poems." I smirked ......What an unforgettable Mid-Autumn Night!

Although I regretted that I didn't see Sister Chang'e during this Mid-Autumn Festival, I had the same happy time, and the family had a happy holiday, and the most important thing was to have a reunion meal.

Tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, I returned to my hometown this year and enjoyed the rare idyllic scenery.

My uncle had a few apple orchards and cornfields, so I yelled for my brother to take me around the "mountains and rivers".

Walking on the country road, I found that there were fragrant roses planted in front of every house, bright red, charming pink, pure white, and purple and light yellow ......I was deeply enchanted by the colorful and gorgeous roses. An old woman took a pair of scissors from the house, "clicked", and cut a light yellow rose for me.

When he was almost in the cornfield, his brother suddenly flashed into the field and disappeared. I took a few steps forward, and my brother suddenly jumped out of the "green gauze tent" and startled me. In front of me, the corn plant is more than one person tall, and the corn cob like a cow's horn is inserted on the thick stalk, and the cob smiles, revealing the golden teeth.

My brother and I talked and laughed all the way. The elder brother stretched out his finger and pointed ahead and said, "Look, that's our apple orchard!" I looked in the direction of my brother's finger. "Wow! I cried out. It was a vast expanse of apple orchards.

I couldn't wait to run over, only to see a fellow villager helping my uncle's family pick apples. At this time, it was the harvest season, and when he saw me, a guest from afar, the peasant uncle was very happy, and he picked a few large, red ripe apples, and stuffed them into my arms. I went to the reservoir and washed it, and ate it in a big gulp, and ah, this apple is so sweet!

Take the car back to the county seat from Chijia Village, and there are apple orchards on both sides that cannot be seen at a glance. Some apples are also covered with a purple protective film, which looks like blooming purple flowers from a distance. Looking further back, there are no more apple orchards, just acres of corn.

The beautiful countryside, the hospitable farmer uncle, the red apple orchard, and the green gauze tent-like cornfield are so attractive!

I loved the variety of beautiful views. Beautiful West Lake, majestic Mount Tai. But I still love the peaceful sunrise.

Everyone loves to see the sunrise, but who has seen it with their own eyes?

In the morning, still in the light of the moon, I climbed to the top of the mountain. Waiting for sunrise is often a long wait, but it is often a time worth remembering.

The sky is hazy, and this is when the sun comes out. The sun first shines through the clouds.

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