Write a composition about a certain natural scenery.

Winter is a beautiful and pure day; Winter is a lovely child; And what is unique about winter in the countryside? In the morning, the hazy fog floats in the air, and before the morning star disappears, it is already dawn.

In the distant hill, the original green grass dried up, and I put on a snow-white cotton-padded jacket, waiting for it to sprout again in spring ... In the morning, I went to the wild and walked along the winding path, with flowers and trees planted on both sides, but it was very different from spring. The flowers and plants withered, and the original towering trees and lush leaves fell down. Only the pine trees are still green, and the thick trunk seems to be surrounded by several people.

He stands upright, just like a PLA soldier guarding the frontier. At noon, the warm sunshine is like a lively and lovely elf, kissing and stroking your face.

The shivering frozen stream flows happily as before. Chimonanthus praecox showed its own beauty: one after another, beautiful Chimonanthus praecox fluttered in the wind, and the green leaves were pulled out from the branches, just like a goddess descending to earth.

at night, it is the quietest time of the day. The wind stopped blowing, the stream stopped running, and the whole country could hear a needle drop.

There is a full moon and countless stars in the deep blue sky. The brightest star is Polaris, which hangs in the air and guides the lost people. What a great contribution! Winter is a shivering season, but in the countryside, it is extremely beautiful.

chapter 2: Melissa Zhou, the white snow, brings the news of winter, and puts on winter clothes, which is endless at first sight. The first snow this year, like a swan flying over, flew away, leaving nostalgia and taking away the hot summer.

the heavy snow all over the sky spreads agitation, and wherever it floats, there will be a flying song. The song froze the rivers and rivers, and the flowing water was also drowned by snow songs.

Everything listens to the snow song, and the wind and snow are marching songs. The falling snowflakes are notes, songs filled with snow; Mei Duo, which is actually open to the public, is pink, yellow and red, decorated with songs full of snow and emotion.

Do you still remember the naive fairy tale in the past? This light elf is an angel's feather and a fairy's tear, which is deeply hidden in my heart. How can I give it up? Snow, like true feelings, melts for you, and falls for you, like a mutiny, vanishes in a moment.

Chapter 3: Winter Scenery When winter comes, the original green turns yellow, and the original lush buttonwood turns yellow. Even so, the winter scenery has its own beauty. In the morning, there will be a layer of white things on trees and vegetable fields. What is that? Is it snow? No, that's the snow-white frost painted by the painter nature.

In addition to frost, you can also see fog in the morning. The fog sometimes flutters like a fairy with a white ribbon, and sometimes it flows like the milk of a fallen god, floating like a naughty doll, which makes people puzzled. There is a well-written poem: "The sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold."

In winter, there is another flower that stands proudly and perseveringly-plum blossom. Plum blossom has the characteristics of jade bone with ice muscles and lingering fragrance, and its noble, strong and modest character makes people determined to work hard and learn from his spirit.

At the same time, it adds a simple beauty to winter. (Short Literature Network:) Article 4: Winter rain, let alone how familiar it is.

Sister Winter Rain comes to the world every day, which makes people happy and worried. The street is desolate and deserted, basically deserted.

Sister Dong's rain is a continuous drizzle, but it happened that Brother Feng came to make trouble, making the originally beautiful and romantic winter rain annoying in people's mouths. Once, I was sitting on my father's battery car, and it happened that Mao Mao rain was floating in the sky, but the wind was blowing hard.

I joked: "The continuous drizzle and the flurry are really' a flower stuck in cow dung'!" Dad smiled. Because of the arrival of winter rain, the sky on earth has become dark, and all I hear is the "tick" sound of rain, the "splash" sound when it rains, or the swaying sound of leaves blown by the wind-this kind of sound is really too much when it is raining! Every time it rains, everything becomes wet and seems to have taken a bath in the wind.

But snakes, turtles and some hibernating animals don't accept this "bathing task" and just want to spend the cold winter in the cave. People can't help it, and they can't hibernate. They can only find ways to keep warm by themselves. In the morning, no one gets up early and does morning exercises. At noon, although it is the hottest time of the day, it is not scientific in winter; In the evening, at the coldest time of the day, it is as quiet as a forest ... The most common thing on land is a puddle. When you step on it, you will splash countless small splashes on people's clothes and pants, so if you are not careful, your clothes and pants will get wet.

Those small puddles reflect everything, and if they accumulate too much, they will even become swimming places for tadpoles. The rain in winter makes people happy and worried! Chapter 5: Winter is coming.

There are no snowflakes flying in the south, no three-foot ice, and no shining ice sculptures. But I still love this beautiful winter! I love birds in winter.

look! Those birds flew over talking and laughing, twittering about their good dreams last night. I like these singers with feathers.

Their feathers are not rich in color, but delicate and soft; Their singing intonation is not complicated, but they are playful and pleasant to listen to. Listening to the cheers of these new friends, my steps will be lighter and my mood will be more pleasant ... I love the coolness and mist in the winter morning.

in the morning, I walked to school, and a cool breeze blew as if to play with me. I took a deep breath. The air is so fresh! Thought of here, I can't help but speed up the pace.

But that's not what people like most. The fog is really fun! It's foggy, and I'm jumping happily in the fog, just like a fairy walking on clouds. A cool breeze struck again, and the fog turned into small water drops with a brush, which filled me with water.

at this time, I am not angry with it, and I can't help laughing at myself-I burst out laughing. Seeing this, you will think that I love everything.

no, no! What? You ask me what I love most about winter? I love the thin frost in winter! "Frost!" I cried with joy. The ground has been covered with a thin layer of frost, silver, like a ground of broken silver.

You must be wondering how a thin layer of frost can be compared with the snow all over the place. Then you are wrong, this frost. 2. Write a composition of 8 words on a certain natural scenery < P > Winter is a beautiful and pure day; Winter is a lovely child; And what is unique about winter in the countryside? In the morning, the hazy fog floats in the air, and before the morning star disappears, it is already dawn.

In the distant hill, the original green grass dried up, and I put on a snow-white cotton-padded jacket, waiting for it to sprout again in spring ... In the morning, I went to the wild and walked along the winding path, with flowers and trees planted on both sides, but it was very different from spring. The flowers and plants withered, and the original towering trees and lush leaves fell down. Only the pine trees are still green, and the thick trunk seems to be surrounded by several people.

He stands upright, just like a PLA soldier guarding the frontier. At noon, the warm sunshine is like a lively and lovely elf, kissing and stroking your face.

The shivering frozen stream flows happily as before. Chimonanthus praecox showed its own beauty: one after another, beautiful Chimonanthus praecox fluttered in the wind, and the green leaves were pulled out from the branches, just like a goddess descending to earth.

at night, it is the quietest time of the day. The wind stopped blowing, the stream stopped running, and the whole country could hear a needle drop.

There is a full moon and countless stars in the deep blue sky. The brightest star is Polaris, which hangs in the air and guides the lost people. What a great contribution! Winter is a shivering season, but in the countryside, it is extremely beautiful.

chapter 2: Melissa Zhou, the white snow, brings the news of winter, and puts on winter clothes, which is endless at first sight. The first snow this year, like a swan flying over, flew away, leaving nostalgia and taking away the hot summer.

the heavy snow all over the sky spreads agitation, and wherever it floats, there will be a flying song. The song froze the rivers and rivers, and the flowing water was also drowned by snow songs.

Everything listens to the snow song, and the wind and snow are marching songs. The falling snowflakes are notes, songs filled with snow; Mei Duo, which is actually open to the public, is pink, yellow and red, decorated with songs full of snow and emotion.

Do you still remember the naive fairy tale in the past? This light elf is an angel's feather and a fairy's tear, which is deeply hidden in my heart. How can I give it up? Snow, like true feelings, melts for you, and falls for you, like a mutiny, vanishes in a moment.

Chapter 3: Winter Scenery When winter comes, the original green turns yellow, and the original lush buttonwood turns yellow. Even so, the winter scenery has its own beauty. In the morning, there will be a layer of white things on trees and vegetable fields. What is that? Is it snow? No, that's the snow-white frost painted by the painter nature.

In addition to frost, you can also see fog in the morning. The fog sometimes flutters like a fairy with a white ribbon, and sometimes it flows like the milk of a fallen god, floating like a naughty doll, which makes people puzzled. There is a well-written poem: "The sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold."

In winter, there is another flower that stands proudly and perseveringly-plum blossom. Plum blossom has the characteristics of jade bone with ice muscles and lingering fragrance, and its noble, strong and modest character makes people determined to work hard and learn from his spirit.

At the same time, it adds a simple beauty to winter. (Short Literature Network:) Article 4: Winter rain, let alone how familiar it is.

Sister Winter Rain comes to the world every day, which makes people happy and worried. The street is desolate and deserted, basically deserted.

Sister Dong's rain is a continuous drizzle, but it happened that Brother Feng came to make trouble, making the originally beautiful and romantic winter rain annoying in people's mouths. Once, I was sitting on my father's battery car, and it happened that Mao Mao rain was floating in the sky, but the wind was blowing hard.

I joked: "The continuous drizzle and the flurry are really' a flower stuck in cow dung'!" Dad smiled. Because of the arrival of winter rain, the sky on earth has become dark, and all I hear is the "tick" sound of rain, the "splash" sound when it rains, or the swaying sound of leaves blown by the wind-this kind of sound is really too much when it is raining! Every time it rains, everything becomes wet and seems to have taken a bath in the wind.

But snakes, turtles and some hibernating animals don't accept this "bathing task" and just want to spend the cold winter in the cave. People can't help it, and they can't hibernate. They can only find ways to keep warm by themselves. In the morning, no one gets up early and does morning exercises. At noon, although it is the hottest time of the day, it is not scientific in winter; In the evening, at the coldest time of the day, it is as quiet as a forest ... The most common thing on land is a puddle. When you step on it, you will splash countless small splashes on people's clothes and pants, so if you are not careful, your clothes and pants will get wet.

Those small puddles reflect everything, and if they accumulate too much, they will even become swimming places for tadpoles. The rain in winter makes people happy and worried! Chapter 5: Winter is coming.

There are no snowflakes flying in the south, no three-foot ice, and no shining ice sculptures. But I still love this beautiful winter! I love birds in winter.

look! Those birds flew over talking and laughing, twittering about their good dreams last night. I like these singers with feathers.

Their feathers are not rich in color, but delicate and soft; Their singing intonation is not complicated, but they are playful and pleasant to listen to. Listening to the cheers of these new friends, my steps will be lighter and my mood will be more pleasant ... I love the coolness and mist in the winter morning.

in the morning, I walked to school, and a cool breeze blew as if to play with me. I took a deep breath. The air is so fresh! Thought of here, I can't help but speed up the pace.

But that's not what people like most. The fog is really fun! It's foggy, and I'm jumping happily in the fog, just like a fairy walking on clouds. A cool breeze struck again, and the fog turned into small water drops with a brush, which filled me with water.

at this time, I am not angry with it, and I can't help laughing at myself-I burst out laughing. Seeing this, you will think that I love everything.

no, no! What? You ask me what I love most about winter? I love the thin frost in winter! "Frost!" I cried with joy. The ground has been covered with a thin layer of frost, silver, like a ground of broken silver.

You must be wondering how a thin layer of frost can be compared with the snow all over the place. Then you are wrong, this frost. 3.

Example 1: The wild forest is in Hainan Island, and I climbed the high Jianfengling.

Look at the vast, deep, Wang Yang-like forest, which is vast and desolate, overlapping layers, and overflowing with endless green waves. How rough the mood is. When we enter the forest, look at the forest wall with vines and ferns, which is as deep as a curtain, as deep as an abyss, as dense as a stake, and makes people fall into a hazy sense of mystery. How wild this subtropical virgin forest is.

I saw Li's sketches and sketches here. Wildness is not a symbol of strength! How well Shelley's famous sentence says: "Everything must be integrated into one spirit because of the laws of nature."

however, I saw the momentum of nature's magic pen from the forest. Its iron and silver hooks are stubborn and strong. Without this eternal spirit, there can be no breeding of all things.

every seed that falls into the soil is the bud of strength, and then it thrives vigorously. You see, every tree is tall and straight and high-spirited, without the slightest sense of leisure or hesitation.

They just keep growing up, towards the clear sky, towards the rain and dew, towards the sunshine. It can be seen that it is not easy for them to grow in this sprawling dense forest. It is obviously very difficult in their youth, and there have been contests and struggles between them.

Look at the Phoebe bournei hugging the Pterocarya, and the aerial roots of Ficus altissima are strangling another big tree, but they are finally growing up. Some are as huge as the pillars of the sky, and almost many people can hug each other; Some of them are as high as tens of meters, and their heads are lifted up and their spires are not visible. Their roots grow into plates and sink deeply into the ground one by one, as if they were the rudder of a 1,-ton ship, supporting the giant tiller as solid as a rock.

So, I seem to hear the heartbeat of the mountain forest from these vigorous vitality, and see the most wonderful treasures with descriptive power. The wild forest has the purest and simplest beauty.

it is not artificial, neither morbid nor abnormal. It is so rich, plump and speckled.