200 Words Essay 15

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There was a dusk, and the remnant sun was still like fire. With my back to the birch tree and the falling leaves, I had to say that I was going to say goodbye to the girl. In the autumn wind, the girl shrunk, and I touched the girl's hair with pity, softly.

The girl wanted to turn around and say, "Don't go, but she knows that there is a feeling that she can't say, how can she force it before the flowering period arrives?" On the same birch tree, the girl carved a boat, and I carved a heart in the cabin. I told the girl that the heart of the sun was in the boat, and that when I returned, I would come back to get it.

On such a summer day, such a dusk, the girl in the white dress who banished the small paper boat, the girl who was free and easy, the poetic girl, the girl who dreamed walked into the birch forest with the halo of the sunset.

The sound of the rain gently brushed the ears, and the crystal water droplets reflected the gray sky, reaching out to catch a drop of rain, looking up at the endless drizzle. Yes, I have a wordless love for rain. This autumn rain has been falling for a week, walking the same road with the same umbrella every day, the cool wind is blowing, and the autumn is coming like this, just like my mood, half relaxed, half bright.

Hehe, is it plum rain? The wind is filled with the faint fragrance of osmanthus and the natural fragrance of the earth. I always don't let go of the falling rain, always holding it in my mouth like when I was a child, and smiling silly.

I am thankful for this rain, which took away the summer heat; I also like this rain, it is dripping everywhere, chic and winding. Under the light, it is as thin as a needle, fluttering and like snow.

At some point, the snow fluttered and fell from the mesmerizing sky.

The magnificent hexagonal petals, as light as smoke, as moist as jade, and as white as clouds, quietly fell to the earth, covering a quilt for Mother Earth. As far as the eye can see, the whole world is white like a fairytale kingdom of ice and snow. The branches of the trees with lost leaves were covered with sparkling silver bars, and the eaves were hung with crystalline Xiaoice shoots, which gave the eaves a delicate lace. The boundary between heaven and earth is not so clear, it is all white. The whole world is spotless and crystal clear.

The charming little snowflakes, as pure and lovely as white cherubs, come from the desirable and magical sky, in a thousand forms, and the beauty is ......

Farmers and uncles all said: In winter, the wheat covers the three-layer quilt, and the next year sleeps with steamed buns. The snow was just in time, and they froze all the overwintering pests in the soil to death; Snow water seeps deep into the soil and provides for crop growth.

Next year will be a bumper harvest! The children all make an exception to wake up early and chase and play in the snow, some build snowmen, some have snowball fights ......From time to time their laughter could be heard, and the sound echoed in the sky for a long time. No matter how wild the wind is, no matter how heavy the snow is, they are not afraid, they play and make trouble to their heart's content.

Snow, you bring joy and hope to people. Poets, painters praise you for your beauty and purity. Uncle Farmer praises you for bringing them the hope of a good harvest. Children praise you for creating a vast world of entertainment for them.

Essay title: The streets in late autumn are more beautiful.

In late autumn, there are many views that are very beautiful. Colorful squares, parks with stunning scenery ......However, I prefer the unpretentious streets.

Early in the morning, I wake up early to go for a walk in the street in front of my door. On the plane trees beside the road, golden "butterflies" fluttered down, and they landed lightly on the ground, laying a golden carpet for the street. The flower pond next to it is planted with evergreen and pine trees, and it is really patchwork when viewed from a distance.

The pine trees guarded the city like majestic soldiers, and they held their heads proudly in the autumn wind, as if they were showing off their sturdy bodies and green velvet to the plane trees; Evergreen adorns the streets like a long green dragon. There was nothing in the sky except for a few flickering birds, and it seemed even more silent.

Turning a corner, it was Dongcheng Street, and I vaguely saw a figure in an orange cleaning suit, and I approached him, it turned out to be an old man who was dusty. From his demeanor, it can be seen that as long as there is a little garbage on the road, he will feel uncomfortable and immediately make the garbage disappear.

The sweeping tool in his hand is like a machine gun full of bullets, destroying the enemy that appears in front of him; He is like a heroic "warrior", bravely destroying our own "enemy" - garbage.

It is precisely because of such cleaners that our roads have become so clean and the environment has become so beautiful. What would our lives be like without cleaners? What does the air we breathe smell like?

The world we live in ......Yes! Great cleaner, I praise you!

The streets are beautiful in late autumn, and the people are even more beautiful!

A little intoxication, a little obsession, in the frost forest of late autumn, are you flying or perching? Can you hear the distant and pure sound of the kite, can you see the flames of the trees, the burning outpouring of the trees? I hold the lost tears of the previous life, the dew of this life, wash away the dust of your many years, wash away the vicissitudes of your past life and the fatigue of this life, are you tired?

Whenever I want, I will wait quietly in the frost forest of dawn, this is your eternal station. Facing the mountains and flowing water, facing the thick soil and the yellow sky, remembering the beauty in life, we will meet for a thousand years.

Summary. By car, I finally came to the longed-for Ruoergai steppe. The blue sky, the blue grassland, the trickling stream.

The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear that I always want to shout and express my inner excitement. The horses galloped on the grass, like lively and lovely children, walking in the ** want to embroider brown bows on the boundless green carpet. The grasslands are full of colorful and varied wildflowers, swaying in the wind and seemingly smiling and bending over.

See! A winding stream like a glass ribbon came with a "whooshing la-la- This kind of realm is both amazing and comfortable, and people are willing to run happily, but also want to lie down and look up at the sky.

In this realm, even the sheep and yaks sometimes stand still, as if reminiscing about the infinite fun of the grassland!

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Brook. Write an essay that blends with the situation.

The main reference can be made to the grassland.

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By car, I finally came to the longed-for Ruoergai steppe. The blue sky, the blue grassland, the trickling stream. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear that I always want to shout and express my inner excitement.

The horses galloped on the grass, like lively and lovely children, walking in the ** want to embroider brown bows on the boundless green carpet. The grasslands are full of colorful and varied wildflowers, swaying in the wind and seemingly smiling and bending over. See!

A winding stream like a glass ribbon came with a "whooshing la-la- This kind of realm is both amazing and comfortable, and they are willing to run happily, but also want to lie down and look up at the sky to disturb the missed shot. In this realm, even the sheep and yaks sometimes stand still, as if they are envious of the infinite fun of the grassland!

Spring with me.

I heard the footsteps of spring, and I heard the singing of spring. The birds are singing, "chirping"; The earth was clothed in new green and adorned with small wildflowers; The earth is bathed in spring light, and everything is revived. It's coming, it's coming, it's coming!

It's a beautiful, vibrant spring again!

In spring, it is not as dry and hot as summer, not as cold as autumn, and not as cold as winter. And spring is a vibrant, energetic spring. This reminds me of our mother, mother is like the earth, mother gives birth to us, we have life, the earth is rejuvenated, it means that everything has to start again, all life has to start again.

Xiaohua raised her pure, lovely smiling face, innocently and lovely, looking up at the clear blue and far-reaching sky, watching the sun come out. Standing on the side of the road, the large sunflower tree is not very noticeable, its brown body is dotted with some light green, and the tips spit out dense buds, gently swaying in the moist spring breeze. The graceful dancing willow trees, with their long hair fluttering, fluttered and gently brushed over people's shoulders.

It danced, danced, as if it was showing its graceful posture. The young green grass wakes up from its sweet sleep, and they gently poke their heads out of the soil, stretching their young green leaves, and breathing in the fresh air.

In the courtyard, there are clusters of spring flowers with branches adorned with pale yellow buds. Under the staggered branches, soft and beautiful grass grows, and it shakes its head gently with the spring breeze. I stood in front of a pot of beautiful rhododendrons, and I stared at it for a long time, and the buds bloomed, and it looked like roses!

The green leaves of the azalea, set off the pink and pink, thin petals, are so beautiful!

The spring girl came to the riverbank and draped the riverbank with a fluffy green carpet, dotted with flowers, pink, pale red, orange, and pink ......, they all bloom in a fluffy green carpet.

The spring girl came to the creek again, and she was playing in the water. The snow in the creek melted, and the river was crystal clear and flowed happily forward. At this moment, a flock of ducks jumped into the river and quacked. They frolic happily and chase each other, which is the "Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet"!

Under the eaves, a flock of birds were chirping, and I felt as if they were saying, "Spring is coming!" Spring is coming! Everything is revived! It's beautiful! ”

Yes, little bird, spring is really beautiful, she is unusually beautiful, indescribably beautiful, so beautiful that summer, autumn, and winter are avoided, and she is ashamed of herself.

Spring girl, I seem to see you smiling sweetly at the earth, at the fields, and at the riverbank.

In the case, you can write an article about the scenery and the moon.