Please write an essay of less than 300 words

I love the sea, its majestic momentum, its vastness, its transience, sometimes the waves, like a tiger; Sometimes the wind is calm, like a kind and gentle mother; Sometimes the waves are sparkling and the golden light is shining, as if you have stepped into a fairyland.

Standing on the beach, the sea breeze blowing in my face, I suddenly felt extremely relaxed. The red sun shines on the blue sea, and the sea is shining with golden light, and the brocade shines dazzlingly, and it is gorgeous and colorful. The waves crashed against the strangely shaped reef on the seawall, splashing white waves, like thousands of bright eye waves, gazing at the beautiful colors of spring.

See! The sound of the crashing waves, the laughter of the people, the sound of the waves and the whistle of the ship are intertwined to form a beautiful symphony.

After the high tide, the sea is more dazzling in the sun, and if you look closely, there are many colorful seashells on the sea, and my mother and I keep picking up the shells on the sea, and the ripples like fish scales are falling together, making a rhythmic "whoosh-whoosh-" sound. There is no midsummer heat, no noise and noise of the city, and it is a good place for people to escape the heat.

The sea is such a treacherous and changeable monster. Yesterday, the eyes were full of yellow turbid waves, but this morning it has become an endless "verdant grassland". The water is slightly dark green, the wind is not strong, and the water surface is rippling with silvery white waves.

Petrels fly low against the surface of the water to feed, and jellyfish float like a small umbrella in the water.

I love the sea, all year round, I love its majesty, its vastness, its transience, its turbulence, its calmness.

Sa, ah

The process drawings suddenly flew to the sky, and Gu Yuefu changed the postage to the hair Hu every other day.

The colors of the four seasons.

Spring is a green world. The grass is tender green, and the trees are new green. In the spring breeze, in the sun, all the green is trembling, all with a crystal green light. Everything is so fresh, quiet and poetic.

Summer is the red world. The flowers are red, the sun is red, and the butterflies on the little girl's head are red. All the red is like a burning fire. Everything in the world is full of fiery and unrestrained emotions.

Autumn is a golden world, with golden leaves flying in the air like golden butterflies. In the fields, the crops are ripe, and the harvesters rumble here, composing a golden symphony. Everything is so brilliant and dazzling.

Winter is a silver world, the sky is blue, the ground is silver, and the snowflakes are white and crystal clear. Silver is the world beautiful and peaceful.

All year round, like a boundless ribbon, the tranquility of spring, the frightening heat, the splendor of autumn, and the peace of winter are all on this ribbon.

A cool autumn breeze blows in the maple leaves, and countless autumn leaves flutter with the wind, red, yellow, and green ......, each leaf is scrambling to show its own color, expressing the longing for autumn. I thought: Spring is beautiful when the flowers are blooming, but the leaves of the trees in autumn are also brilliantly colorful.

Lo and behold, many leaves fell from the trees, like naughty children breaking free from their mother's hands and going out to play in the outside world. I walked over softly and saw the autumn leaves covering the ground, and I couldn't help but be fascinated by their beauty.

I picked out a whole maple leaf from the ground and held it in my hand to look closely: it was shaped like a small fan, and it looked like the tail of an anchovies. The thick petiole resembles the hairy tail of a small squirrel, and the red reveals green; The milky white veins protrude from the petioles, as if they are taller than anyone's; The big red leaves and veins are tightly connected, like a pair of "good friends" who will never be separated.

The maple leaves also exude the fragrance of the earth, which is refreshing.

I suddenly remembered a small poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu: "Far up the cold mountain stone path slopes, there are people in the depths of the white clouds." Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. ”

I love maple leaves because in my heart they are more beautiful than spring flowers.

The summer sun was so strong that the corn in the fields dried up so much that the corn leaves rolled up at noon, and the weather was so hot that it didn't rain at all for many days. The farmer and uncle are looking forward to a heavy rain as soon as possible, and quickly keep the corn that they have worked so hard to plant. After lunch today, the weather was breathlessly hot.

Suddenly, several dark clouds poured out from the northwest of the sky, and soon the thick dark clouds blocked the sun's rays, and then the wind blew the branches of the trees around, and the sky was gray. The rain was falling, and the rumbling thunder was endless. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the trees and houses outside were almost impossible to see, when suddenly a lightning bolt swept in front of my eyes, and I saw countless small splashes in the yard.

It rained for several hours, and the farmer's wish was finally granted. In the evening, the rain stopped, the sun came out, and the fresh air rushed in. The corn was full of water, the leaves were soothed, and it grew very luxuriantly.

What a timely rain!

Hopefully!!

Early in the morning, I arrived at school with my school bag on my back. As soon as I arrived at the school, I was surrounded by layers of veil fog.

Gradually, the sun crawled out of the clouds. The clouds beside it looked like they were drunk, and their little faces were red. It's like a married bride, with heavy makeup. Wearing a red robe, like a delicate girl, she is very beautiful.

The tall school building stands like a giant on the wide flat ground, and it seems to be a gentle mother, waiting for our group of "hungry" children.

Gusts of wind blew through, with the fragrance of flowers, which made people feel refreshed, and small birds flew through the dense woods, chirping and chirping. Suddenly, the song of birds could be heard in several plays. They add a glamorous touch to the campus.

I was so enchanted by the beauty that I wanted to sing a song. Suddenly, the sound of books, the laughter of children, and the sighs of the students on duty sweeping the floor all converged into a symphony. It's beautiful.

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