Essay on nature 600 words

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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.

When the crisp bamboo is quietly jointed in the forest, when the crystal dew drops quietly slide down the water......Many voices have been ignored by us in the rush of years. Only when we calm down and listen with a clear and clear heart can we be moved by those sounds. I like to listen to the sound of crystal snowflakes falling slowly, whenever I hear this sound, I seem to see the snowflakes in the sky one after another, such as reed flowers, white plums, catkins, duck feathers, duck down, and like the beautiful silver butterfly dancing, dancing gracefully.

I like to listen to the sound of the mountain stream babbling, and whenever I hear it, I seem to see the crystal clear water flowing down the winding valley, sometimes urgently, sometimes slowly. It plays while running. One moment patting the colorful pebbles on the shore, the other touching the grass on the sand that stuck out its head, the other making the floating leaves spin, the next tickling the little tadpoles chasing it.

Listening to the teachings of the elderly is like reading a good book, which is very beneficial. Listen to your friends, share your happiness and pain, and make your friends feel that they are not alone. Listen to others and make them feel comfortable, satisfied, and relaxed.

In your spare time, you can walk alone in the mountains and woods and listen to the sounds of nature: the singing of birds, the cry of insects, the whimpering of small springs, the whistling of the mountain wind, ......Let people find their own hot land, let people find the most beautiful truth in the depths of their hearts. In listening, you will perceive that the fallen leaves of life are not only in autumn, melancholy and sadness cannot stay in the heart for a long time, and loneliness is also a kind of beauty; In listening, you will understand the difficulty and importance of understanding, even a smile from a stranger is enough to dispel the chill; In listening, you will understand that the sun shines on you and me fairly, shining on the brilliant and ordinary; In listening, you will find that you are talking to a vast world, all the wind, frost, snow and rain, all the vicissitudes of the world, are just a free and free cloud .......

It is listening, so that a simple word has a magical power, so that those trivial little things suddenly become incomparably cordial, so that those ordinary days suddenly add a moving brilliance ......I hope it helps, please adopt me

The four seasons in nature are beautiful. Sprouting in spring, flourishing in summer, harvesting in autumn, and recuperating in winter, our world is rich and colorful because of the four seasons.

Haru is a painter. "Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. "When I recite this poem, the beauty of spring seems to be on a piece of paper, and a paintbrush is outlining the outline of spring:

The peach trees produce bright flowers, the farmers plant new rice, the grass burrows out of the dark earth, and the willows spit out new branches. Spring is the starting point of the year, and "the plan of the year lies in spring", which is full of vitality and sows seeds of hope in the ground.

Xia is an artist. "The fragrance of rice flowers says a good year, and listens to the sound of frogs. "The fiery red sun hung high in the sky, so hot and dazzling that everyone did not dare to leave the house, but the cicadas were busy and happy, singing loudly all the time.

At night, people who have been at home all day come out to enjoy the shade. People came to the square, danced, sang. In the countryside, in the mountains, in any corner of nature, the animals are not far behind, they gather together to hold a forest symphony, and frogs and cicadas become the protagonists.

Autumn is a natural scientist. "Plant a grain of millet in the spring, and harvest 10,000 seeds in the autumn. "Autumn is the harvest season, the farmers are harvesting the paddy, and the fields are busy.

The autumn breeze is blowing, the rice fields are harvested, the leaves are as red as fire, and the sky is as blue as the sea.

Dong is a photographer. "The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship. Snowy and covered in silver, the earth seems to be covered with a white coat, she quietly photographs the whiteness and silhouette of winter, and she uses the lens to leave the eternal and beautiful memories of winter.

The four seasons of nature are fascinating, the four seasons come from nature, and nature is rich and colorful under the influence of the four seasons. Nature is even more magical, and there are many beautiful scenery and phenomena waiting for us to discover and explore.