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The beautiful scenery of the sunset is setting, the earth is bathed in the colorful glow of the afterglow, people stroll on the street in twos and threes, and the evening breeze slowly blows a burst of fragrant flowers and trees, which makes people feel refreshed and happy, and feels that the sunset is infinitely good.

A touch of crimson sunset shines on the western mountain, and the clear blue sky is floated with large white clouds, which show a flame-like red under the glow of the setting sun, if you look closely, you will see the clouds fluttering in the air, like a dream like a light veil, which will keep you away from the troubles of trouble.

The pond fish returns to the abyss, the smoke is called, and the guest travels at the same time. The soft sound of the sunset kissing the ground separates day and night. So the tired birds who threw themselves into the forest returned to ...... like the poems burned by the poet, carrying the blood flame of the setting sun

A refreshing night breeze blew in the face, as if all worries and fatigue were put aside, and every tense nerve in the body was gradually relieved; The surface of the river wrinkled by the wind rippled with layers of ripples, refracting the crimson glow, like a river of red agate, shining; The small bamboo forest in the distance shone with a green and faint light, gently shaking the bamboo leaves in the breeze, and the wind blew the rustling sound of the leaves, like singing a beautiful song; The wind in the sky chased, teased, and tore at the clouds.

Looking down further, a small river - Xiaobeijiang, the hue of bamboo and the red halo of the sunset add a quiet atmosphere to Xiaobeijiang, and the graceful shadow of bamboo and the magnificent light of sunset make Xiaobeijiang doubly intimate in people's minds; A few small fishing boats returned home, cutting a sparkling streak of water on the surface of the river.

Sometimes the birds flew through the air, and sometimes I could hear the crisp and melodious chirping of the magpies, and then I woke up from my twilight dream.

The sun had set, and the burning sunset had gradually dimmed.

In the blink of an eye, the last touch of sunset in the western sky has melted into the dark twilight, the sky gradually darkened, the surrounding mountains, showing a blue and white outline, the twilight is getting thicker, and the earth is chaotic and confused.

This is like the end of a symphony, very beautiful, but gradually returned to silence and silence, causing endless sighs in people's hearts, paving a touching and heartfelt poetry to the dusk of the campus: "The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river" is its unparalleled majestic momentum; "A remnant sun spreads in the water, half a river is sorrowful and half a river is red" is its mature charm; "Heavy evening love in the world" sets off its quiet ......

Gradually, gradually, night fell, and I still had the intoxicating twilight in my mind, and the beautiful and mesmerizing scene attracted me deeply: my eyes, my spirit, my thoughts, ......I was all immersed in this indescribably beautiful "twilight picture", and I fell into this inexplicable feeling and couldn't extricate myself.

With a reluctant heart, I took heavy steps and quietly left the boundary ...... this dusk

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; The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red.

You see, the pink lotus flowers are like fairies bathing in the lake in light veils. Delicate and shy, full of dripping, wafting with the wind with a burst of fragrance, refreshing people's spleen. 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.

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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. 35 Essay Network.

It is yellow in the summer. The rice fields are golden, and from a distance they look like a golden carpet. 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 ......

A ray of local sunshine should be the first flower bud to be released, spring quietly came, when the first Zen from far and near, summer quietly came, a local maple leaf slowly fell, like the clear and quiet small pond. Only with a grateful heart of the patient, the world will be brilliant, and the leaves of the tree will sway, just like this somewhat astringent ...... of life

Ending: What a beautiful one! It made me know the wonder of nature.

In the warm and cold season, there is a hint of humidity in the air, and the sky is no longer grayish-white, but a somewhat restless blue (related to environmental protection, and also to write about a happy mood.)

It's really all about writing what you see, writing it all out, and then reassembling it and embellishing it.

Scenery on a field in winter.

Beginning: Living in the city, what can you see in winter? Actually, there is no view, because there is a lot of traffic everywhere. But in the field, there may be another harvest. I went to my grandmother's house in the countryside during the winter vacation and saw the scene.

Ending: This is the winter field, a different landscape.

Winter on campus. Beginning: In spring, the flowers are in full bloom, the willow trees are gradually awakening, and green shoots are drawn from the soft branches; Frightened, the branches are luxuriant, and they keep shouting "hot to death, hot to death" on the tree; In autumn, the residual leaves and branches are broken, and the fiery red maple leaves send you autumn postcards. And in winter, the snow is white, and the earth is covered with a layer of silver dress......

Ending: I'm content this winter, I've had so much fun in the snow, and I have no regrets. Every year there will be winters, but how many more will there be like this winter?!

What kind of scenery do you write??? Spring, summer, autumn and winter,,, spring, drizzle, the earth is full of life; In summer, the sun is scorching, and people work hard; In autumn, the leaves are falling, and the fragrance of melons and fruits wafts in the wilderness; In winter, the snow is vast and the sky is smooth and blue.

Golden autumn.

Time kept going on, the weather gradually cooled down, and the noisy cicadas were blown away by autumn, and in its place was the mournful chirping of crickets in the cracks of the stone slabs under the steps at night. Yes! That lovely autumn has finally arrived.

Autumn is more prosperous than spring, the spring of flowers and trees is beautiful, however, the fruitful autumn colors are full of the joy of harvest; Autumn is more colorful than summer, and although the summer with dense foliage is charming, the autumn colors of the golden leaves are more refreshing and pleasant; Autumn is more vibrant than winter, and the snowy winter is lovely, but the golden autumn with the fragrance of melons and fruits is more brilliant and gorgeous. Autumn came into the woods, and from a distance, the yellow leaves looked like flocks of golden butterflies, and they were tired of flying and landed on my shoulders, head, and feet. Brought my mind from the green summer to the golden autumn.

As soon as I turned around, a peach leaf fell beside me again, I bent down to pick it up, held it in my hand, and looked at it carefully, so special an autumn leaf! It hadn't had time to completely fade green, still emitting a strong aroma. Autumn came to the orchard, the persimmon bent down and bowed so that the branch was about to break, and the lychee sister was so fat that she tore through her clothes, revealing her bulging, white belly.

Huge apples hang all over the branches, showing a sweet smile, either shy or bold. When the autumn girl came to the farmland, the corn was happy, and it changed into a new golden dress, and grinned, showing a mouth full of golden teeth; Tomatoes put lipstick on their faces in order to make them more pretty; The potato's excitement was perhaps too high, and he burst his green mouth with a smile to reveal its yellow tongue. Autumn came to the garden, which became a paradise for chrysanthemums.

They may love the heavy gold color, so they choose to bloom their beauty in autumn. There are really many colors of chrysanthemums: yellow, pink, white.

The big flowers, the curly petals, resembled a little girl with curly hair. Linger in the chrysanthemum garden or enjoy a pot of chrysanthemums alone, and slowly revel in the fragrance. Autumn brings a golden yellow to the earth and cotton-like clouds to the blue sky.

The autumn wind, cool as water, dyed the world yellow with a hint of chill.

I love the crisp autumn season!

I love autumn with its unpretentious chrysanthemums.

I love this unique, splendid autumn scenery.

Autumn is really a harvest season, and the sounds of lawnmowers, children's laughter, and adults' laughter are all combined to form a symphony of "Golden Autumn".

This requires you to look around and notice different objects with different meanings.