Essay A Landscape in Memory Word Count 600 Thank you, Xueba

The beauty of the composition orchard beauty.

There is a unique scenery in my hometown – an orchard.

There are many fruit trees in my hometown, and people live by planting fruit trees, and almost every household has an orchard. Every spring, the orchard is full of red, white, and yellow flowers, like weaving a beautiful wreath for the village. It's beautiful.

A gust of breeze blows, the faint fragrance of flowers rushes to the face, whether it is a car or a pedestrian on the road, who passes by here, will slow down and revel in this sea of flowers.

After a summer rain, the petals on those branches are happily fluttering and flying, ah! What a rain of petals! Layers of petals were laid on the ground, and no one could bear to destroy the carpet made of these petals.

The petals have fallen, but the branches are not lonely, you see, the branches have begun to bear small fruits, tender, green, like immature dolls.

The autumn wind blew these flowers and plants to pieces, although it was time for them to say goodbye to us, but the beautiful scenery they left us, we will never forget. We can go to the fields to look for the harvest, and behold, a golden rice is like a golden ocean, and the breeze blows, and the waves of unevenness rise again and again. The yellow corn squeezed through its coat, trying to show its head.

The children were not idle, and secretly ran to the orchard to pick fruits to eat.

After a snowfall, the orchard turned into a silver castle, and the snowflakes decorated the fruit trees very beautifully and lovely, and the fruit trees would not feel cold with this thick cotton coat. The children also like to chase in the orchard, have snowball fights, build snowmen, and the more naughty little chubby children shake the snow on the trees, and the snow on the trees falls on the children's heads, clothes, and some even into the children's necks, but they don't feel cold, because they have a fiery heart.

The orchard in my hometown is so beautiful!

A view in my memory.

The journey of life is long, and the road of life is long. Looking back on the road of life, every indelible deep footprint records your ups and downs, every unforgettable footprint engraves your deep memory, and every indelible scenery treasures your various emotional ......

The months leading up to junior high school can be difficult. Every night, when I am sleepy-eyed, I still have to work hard to nibble on books. The homework next to the desk was like a mountain, obscuring half of the light from the lamp, and the whole room was a little dim.

The eyelids had closed unconsciously, and the head began to droop, but halfway down, I suddenly woke up, and when I opened my eyes, I saw not a warm quilt, but a cold desk and a mountain of homework. At this time, I only heard a familiar voice, "Son, how are you learning?" "This is Mom.

I was so tired that I didn't even have the strength to turn back. However, a faint smell of milk tea slowly wafted into my nostrils, which suddenly made me sober up a lot. I was just about to look back when my mother was already standing beside me, firmly placing a cup of steaming milk tea on my side, and gently resting her hand on the back of my head.

My hair felt the heat of my mother's palm slightly, maybe this is the temperature of love! Mom didn't say anything after she came in, looked at my homework on the desk, patted me on the head with her hand, and went out. I looked at her with a smile.

After my mother went out, I didn't dare to move, I was afraid that the slightest movement would ruin the feeling ......

I looked at the milk tea ...... still steaming in the dim light

At this time, the whole room only heard the sound of the pen writing in the homework book......

In the depths of my memory, there is always a beautiful scenery, mentioning it, you will think of the infinite scenery of Qingdao; When you mention it, you will think of the intoxicating Laoshan beer, and you will think of --- what a beautiful scenery it is!

It is Laoshan Mountain.

I had the opportunity to go to Qingdao, which I got in exchange for 298 points in three subjects. As soon as I graduated from primary school, the people of the whole country were liberated! Eat, drink, play, have fun and sleep every day!

Never study, don't worry about the assigned homework; Ignore criticism from teachers and parents; Don't worry about national events, live a carefree life. One day, I happened to land on a tour** and found that Qingdao was the most well-known, so I proposed to my parents the idea of going to Qingdao, and they couldn't ask me for a "high score", so I agreed.

When I came to Qingdao, I saw Laoshan Mountain, standing at the foot of Laoshan Mountain, looking at the turbulent sea and the quiet and deep Laoshan Mountain, it is simply a stark contrast, exaggerated: one is heaven, the other is hell! Climb Laoshan Mountain, then send a cautious ruin, quiet and comfortable flowing water along the top of the slope down, take off your shoes, feel this nature of the secret work of the gods, quiet, cool.

Continuous, although there is no majestic waterfall, but there are also natural waterfalls, gurgling water from the half-meter-high "cliff", like a string of pearls, against the bright sun, illuminating the tranquility in my heart, making me suddenly.

Gradually, we came to the halfway up the mountain, where the trees are indescribable, verdant and beautiful, and can only be barely used with "green trees and verdant vines, swaying and uneven drape". Walking and walking, I suddenly saw a waterhole, the surrounding deep silence, take a closer look, most of the pond is tadpoles, and see some aquatic plants in the pool, so I touched it with my hands, but I didn't touch anything, oh? It turned out to be the reflection of the pine and cypress, which reminded me of the following

The fish in the pond can have a hundred heads", and "the algae in the water are crossed, and the bamboo and cypress shadows are also covered", isn't this the combination of "The Story of the Little Stone Pond" and "The Record of Chengtian and the Night Tour"? It must be Liu Zongyuan's mistake, it should be: "Tadpoles in the pond are hundreds of strips", haha!

Finally, when I came to the top of the mountain, from the deep and silent "forest" to the valley, there were only three boulders, and the largest stone had four big characters written on it: Xanadu. Really,**there are peaches wow.

The most peculiar is the most distinctive, leaning on the abyss, standing up, I don't want to be afraid of heights! Then they took a group photo and took a commemorative photo.

In the depths of my memory, there is always a beautiful scenery ---

The most beautiful scenery in memory.

It rained a few times in quick succession, and the day finally cleared up. The sun is shining and the sky is clear. My mood was as good as the weather, and I walked briskly towards the park. Along the way, poplar trees beckoned to me, and birds chirped and sang on the branches.

Before you know it, you're in the park. Wow, it's so beautiful here! The flowers are colorful, yellow, blue, white, red and ......There is a large lake in the center of the park, and the water is crystal clear and surprisingly quiet.

There was a green lawn by the lake, and the little grass brother came out of the ground and looked at the beautiful world. Look, the peach trees in the distance, one by one, are like clouds on the horizon. It's a paradise, a paradise on earth!

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie approached from not far away, threw a freshly finished drink bottle on the ground, and walked away without looking back. This was spotted by a young boy who happened to be passing by, who bent down, picked up the empty bottle, threw it in the trash, and then jumped away as well.

It was a small gesture, but it shook me. A child can make a move that even an adult can't do! I couldn't help but praise the little boy in my heart.

It's been a long time since this happened, but I've always remembered it vividly. It will be the most beautiful scenery in the park!

One morning, as I rode my bike to school, the wind mixed with snowflakes blew cold on my face, and I remembered my father's expression in the morning when he refused to give me away. I snorted, and suddenly saw an orange figure, it was an old man of about fifty or sixty years old, wearing a brown down jacket, black fleece pants, a small gray hat on his head, his wrinkled face and bright orange were in stark contrast, and he was sweeping the white road "stroke by stroke".

Originally, I was not surprised by this kind of thing, but I glanced back, and found a little boy of four or five years old, he was holding a big broom in both hands, a big broom and his weak body were extremely incongruous, almost covering his whole person, I secretly thought in my heart, let such a young child in such a cold day, his parents are too that, just when I was thinking so, I saw the little boy's face, he was smiling! A face that was red from the cold revealed not the sadness of life, not complaining, but a smile.

I was ashamed, compared to him, I was so pampered, when did my parents make me suffer like this? What reason do I have to complain? Although this is only a small fragment of my little life, it is enough to keep it in my heart and never erase!

Suddenly, people look back, they find themselves over the choppy sea, at this moment, the sky is blue, the sun is shining, the wind is calm, looking forward, there is a small island, yes, it is called the island of hope on the sea of life! It is the best proof of tenacity and hard work!

That day, with laughter along the way, we set out on our way to the Garden of Fame. The sky is exceptionally blue, the water is exceptionally clear, and the flowers and trees along the way are even more lovely.

Walking into the Garden of Fame, I walked around with joy. Jumping up, I came to the wooden bridge. I looked left and right, and the water jets from the fountain appeared like a gate to the fairyland for me.

Walking across the wooden bridge and through the grass, I saw a colorful flower bed, with red, purple, yellow, blue, dazzling. A breeze blows, the fragrance greets me, and all the flowers nod shyly to me, and I seem to be one of them, stretching my arms with the gentle wind. The flowers did not stop me, and I walked around the flower bed to see a lake, and I sat on a stone bench on the edge of the lake, dipping my hands in the water, and I was intoxicated by the sparkling waves.

It was as if I was swinging a boat in the water, and a cool wind was blowing in my face.

By the way, I realized, isn't this called the Celebrity Garden, where are the celebrities? My eyes followed the secluded path and came to a dense field of weeds. In front of him is a statue.

Take a closer look, it turns out to be our celebrity in Huzhou - Zhao Mengfu. He is a famous poet, calligrapher and painter in history. I saw him with his hands crossed behind his back, his head tilted, looking at the blue sky, is this the consistent style of great poets in history?

As I walked, I saw a boy next to a few scholars, blowing the incense burner! There was a bowl on the stove with a lot of water in it due to the rain. I picked up the fallen flowers and leaves that had been knocked down by the wind, put them in a bowl, and let them float in the water......

I wandered around for an afternoon, enchanted by the scenery of the Garden of Fame. The Garden of Fame is like a poetic picture, and I walk through it.

Before I knew it, the sunset slipped to the horizon, and we reluctantly left the Garden of Fame, but the beautiful scenery was forever seared in my memory.

Memories are like a winding path through which I am strolling. The days are at my feet, stepping out with a calm and crisp sound. Occasionally, looking back, the past emerges one by one. However, only that incident left an unforgettable memory deep inside me that can never be erased.

It was a quiet night, and the moon in the sky was very bright, like a bright jewel in the dark curtain illuminating half of the sky. I sat in my friend's study, with my friend, looking at a pile of homework that I didn't know how to write. I came back to my senses and looked at the jade moon outside the window, and realized that it was already dark, and we had been sitting at our desks for a long time.

So, I pushed my friend next to me and said, "Well, have you figured out how to solve the problem?" "Not yet.

Friends spread their hands, and she couldn't do anything about these obstacles. "Anyway, we can't think of a solution for a while, so why don't we take a break and play the game? I egged on my friend, and she agreed.

So, we turned off the lights, went to the computer desk, and started playing a game. The bright moonlight sprinkled on our faces, and we were playing energetically, but we didn't know that a disaster was approaching us.

It didn't take long for us to start joking. I snatched my friend's mouse pad and rushed to the living room, and my friend immediately rushed over to snatch it back. After a while, for some reason, the "battlefield" moved from the living room to the kitchen.

Probably because the kitchen was small and the lights weren't turned on, I accidentally knocked over a stack of plates. The plate fell to the ground with a screeching sound that broke the silence of the night. Seeing that the situation was not good, we immediately went up to check the "injury", and two plates were broken in half, and even the originally bright moonlight shining on the fragments of the plates was much dimmed because of this.

When my friend's mother, who had been in the room, heard this, she immediately rushed to the kitchen and asked us what was going on, and I was about to confess when my friend preemptively said, "Mom, I accidentally broke this plate ......."As soon as the aunt heard this, she did not allow her friend to explain, so she immediately called her into the room. What happened later, I don't know, but I distinctly remember that my friend came out of the room with red eyes ......For the next few days, I felt guilty.

I always wanted to apologize to her, but I never had a chance, so the matter dragged on.

A few years later, on another quiet evening, the moon was still bright in the sky, and I stood by the window, looking at the moon like a jade plate, thinking of the two broken plates, remembering my faults, remembering my friends, and at the same time, remembering the ......friendship between us that was as pure as moonlight