10 essays of 800 words for senior high school students

1. 800-word landscape composition for the second year of high school

I like winter, and I like the beautiful scenery of winter even more. What kind of season is winter in your eyes? I don’t know. But I know this is what winter looks like to me.

The winter in my eyes is beautiful and solemn. It is like a noble and reserved princess, waving her magic wand, sending people bursts of cold yet gentle wind. A heavy snowfall turned everything into a world of pink and jade. The roofs of every house are covered with crystal snowflakes, the branches of small trees are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars, and the green pines and cypresses are covered with heavy, fluffy snowballs. There are also snowflakes on the road. Topped with thick ice. The sun after the snow is particularly bright and dazzling, which makes people unable to open their eyes. There will be a "crunching, crunching" sound when walking on the road. If you are not careful, you will fall down, but you are very looking forward to the arrival of this moment.

The winter in my eyes is ruthless. It puffs up its cheeks and blows the cold wind fiercely, lashing the earth like a whip; it roars at people like a lion, making people's scalp numb. You listen, "Huh-huh-huh", the strong wind is like the roaring Yellow River, thrilling, twisting the branches off, and then letting them fly all over the sky like devils, letting them block the road of pedestrians, at that time, there is a feeling of fear Can't help but attack.

The winter in my eyes is full of joy and laughter. You see, the children were filled with joy when they saw the thick, soft, and white snow. They greeted each other and ran out to play. Some of them were having snowball fights, and from time to time they heard screams of joy; some were making snowmen, busy and having fun; some were running happily on the snow, with their shoes deeply sunk in the snow, gently moving. As soon as you pull it out, you can hear the sweet "cluck-cluck-" sound... Hey, what is this sound? Ha, the children pulled out a piece of ice with a "pop" sound, and there was a "crack-crack-crack" sound. He ate it deliciously. The adults watched interesting TV at home and watched the children having fun in front of the window. Some even ran downstairs to play happily with the children. The clear and sweet laughter spread as far as ten miles away.

Winter in my eyes is beautiful, because there is a happy day in winter, which is also our traditional festival - the Spring Festival! The children are looking forward to the stars and the moon, and they have been looking forward to it for three hundred and sixty years After five days, I finally looked forward to this festive holiday! The Spring Festival is a time for family reunions and you can see distant relatives you have missed for a long time. Everyone sat together with smiles on their faces, even if they were just chatting and talking about their hearts, they were so happy that their sweet juices flowed out of their hearts. In these days, I can play games as much as I want, set off firecrackers as much as I want, and eat as much good food as I want... What a blessing!

2. 800-word landscape composition for the second year of high school

The four seasons are going on. Change, every season has its own color, and every color will bring endless vitality to Ni.

Spring is tender green. You see, willow trees, ginkgo trees, mulberry trees, and various grasses have sprouted green buds, and they are looking at the world curiously. The leaves are reflected on the water, and the water is green. Life is waking up one after another, and the place is starting to become lively. These greens are not noticeable at first, but finding them is not difficult. Many flowers bloomed one after another, adding more spring to the woods, so it can be said that spring is colorful.

Summer is green. The original little teeth on many big trees have now turned into large leaves that hide the branches. They may be protecting the branches from people laughing at them for being ugly. Dozens of trees standing together block the golden sunshine and blue sky. Various grasses cover the soil, rising and falling like waves. If you lie down on the grass to rest, you will definitely not get a trace of soil on your body. . In the pond, pink and white lotus flowers pass through the lotus leaves, showing their beauty. The water lilies modestly open their slender buds and put simple hairpins on the water, but even so, they still cannot cover the green eyes.

Autumn is yellow. Cherry trees, ginkgo trees, ivy, and other unknown plants began to wither slowly, their leaves gradually turned yellow, and some had already fallen, turning the ground yellow. Osmanthus, bananas, and oranges are also yellow, but some plants are unconvinced and refuse to let yellow win, so some change them to red, some still don't change their only purple coat, and some insist on not taking off their green coat. Others simply shake off all the leaves, revealing their brown bodies. They are no less yellow than yellow.

Autumn is actually colorful. I named the forest "Colorful Forest".

The color of winter makes people shiver with coldness: white! Those colors are actually snow. The paths, steps, grass, branches, tree trunks, and around the house are all covered with white snow. There is no gap. If you push aside a pile of snow, other colors appear underneath. Everything here is silent. In order to surprise people, the plum blossoms bloom quietly before everyone notices it. The snow quilt is still on it, and it looks shy and brave at the same time, which is very cute. When the weather warms up, the snow will melt, and the sunlight can shine directly through the brown branches and shine on the earth. Against the blue sky, everything becomes golden.

There is no lack of beauty in the world, what is lacking is the eyes to discover beauty. Each season is long and short, the time is very leisurely, and you can savor every color carefully. However, due to social conditions, there are many tasks every day, which distances many people from nature. If you have practice, come and have a close contact with nature. I believe you will be as intoxicated as me.

3. 800-word landscape composition for the second year of high school

The flower language of redbud is brotherly harmony, and Jingcheng people are also united and friendly in this way. I am a Jingcheng person. For this, I am proud. I love the land where I was born and raised, and I also love the dreamlike garden community - Bauhinia Garden.

The Bauhinia Garden is located at the foot of Bauhinia Mountain. Let’s talk about it first - Bauhinia Mountain. Bauhinia Mountain is a geomantic treasure. From a distance, it looks like an emerald in the mountains. In the mountains, there are many tourists, squirrels shuttle in the forest, birds sing in the forest, tourists linger in the forest... Many animals like to live in the Bauhinia Mountain, love to play in the Bauhinia Mountain, love to eat and drink in the Bauhinia Mountain. There is a Dragon Well on the top of Zijin Mountain. The water in the well is sweet and clear. People in Jingcheng say that Longjing is the well of the sleeping dragon, so the water in the well is extremely sweet. As the saying goes: "Stand high and see far." Standing on the top of the Bauhinia Mountains, you can have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery of Jingcheng. How beautiful it is! And the Bauhinia Garden is a beautiful pearl.

There is also a mother river in the Bauhinia Garden - Jingjiang River meandering through. Just like a great mother, it has nurtured this land and the Jingcheng people who have lived in it for generations. She is like a natural beauty, with her pink skin, flowing long hair, and dexterous hands, giving Jingcheng a sense of a dreamy water town. As a Jingcheng native, I am willing to make the Mother River more beautiful. The Bauhinia Garden located at the foot of Bauhinia Mountain is a real garden. Walking in the community, you will be greeted by a wide variety of flowers, which makes people linger.

There is also a lotus pond in the community. In spring, all kinds of flowers bloom on the bank of the pond. The lotus fairy embedded in the sea of ​​flowers is graceful and graceful without losing its charm. In summer, the lotus shows its grace, bringing a touch of coolness to the hot summer. The unopened lotus is like a branch. The pen stained with ink is going to dress up the sky in Jingcheng; the half-closed and half-opened lotus resembles a shy girl; the happily blooming flower is a tolerant, loving, generous, mature and charming woman. There is also a fat baby in it, oh, Hehua is a mother, no wonder she is so loving.

In autumn, on a quiet afternoon, when you are sipping coffee or tea at your home in the community, the sound of young children reading can be heard in the autumn wind, which can make you feel a A refreshing and sweet feeling that goes back in time. In winter, you can experience the artistic conception of Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Cambridge". You can bask in the sunshine beside the peaceful Jingjiang River, wave to the clouds in the west, and watch the small fish at the bottom of the river chasing the water plants toward greener spots. Of course, there is also a small shop in a small street that is also great. Once you walk in, you will definitely be attracted by the tranquility and tranquility inside, and then spend a quiet afternoon tea inside.

Jingcheng is so beautiful and peaceful. If you come here, you must visit the Bauhinia Garden, because it is not only a bright pearl in the beautiful and peaceful Jingcheng, but also a place that makes people forget to leave. , a habitable garden.

4. 800-word landscape composition for the second year of high school

Every time you see the leaves of the sycamore trees falling in autumn, you will feel an inexplicable sense of desolation, and at the same time, you will be reminded of the Qing Dynasty. In "Slow Voice" written by the female poet Li Qingzhao, "The sycamore tree also has drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit." This also makes me feel that the sycamore tree is a slightly sad tree.

The setting sun outlines the outline of the sycamore tree. At this time, you can always see a thin old man standing under the sycamore tree, as if looking for something, and looking into the distance from time to time, waiting. Looking at her...

Whenever this time, she would always walk up to the old man with a smile and say: "Hello grandma!" After the old man saw her, he stopped looking for her, smiled contentedly, and then held his hand. She picked up her hand and slowly disappeared under the sycamore tree. The leaves were falling bit by bit under the sycamore tree, but it was filled with the joyful words of her and the old man talking and laughing...

Late autumn has arrived, and there are not many leaves left on the sycamore tree, but the old man still insists on waiting there. The autumn wind blows into the old man's clothes without caring, and the old man shivers every time. Although it is still autumn, it comes again and again every year. One year later, the old man's health became worse and worse, but he still came to wait for her as before...

That day, the old man had a fever, and she felt uncomfortable for a long time. She knew that when the old man had a fever, After a week of recovery, he said to the old man: "Grandma, you don't have to wait for me anymore. I will come back after playing outside for a while. You don't have to worry about me." The old man looked at her for a while and then became thoughtful. Once when she came home, the old man gave her a sycamore leaf, which was golden, very fresh and beautiful. She looked at the old man affectionately, and suddenly hugged him tightly. Her eyes were moist, and she was extremely moved in her heart. The old man gently stroked the girl's back with her wrinkled hands, so softly and so warmly.

Under the setting sun, she held the old man in one hand and held the sycamore leaf given by the old man in the other hand. She disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun while talking and laughing. The sycamore leaf became more bright and beautiful under the afterglow. .

The old man and she have never forgotten the good time under the tree, and she has not forgotten the old man’s expectant eyes while waiting, and under the sycamore tree, the old man struggled to find and select the most beautiful sycamore leaves. She has not forgotten her innocent and happy smile, her happy hug after the old man gave her a special gift, her happiness and excited expression of sharing with the old man.

After they finished speaking, they looked at each other, smiled, and hugged. That "she" was me, and the "old man" was my grandma. The sycamore tree left a beautiful memory for me, which was deeply imprinted on my heart. in my mind.

5. 800-word landscape composition for the second year of high school

The four seasons are like a beautiful waltz, a beautiful dance in spring, a fanatical carnival in summer, and a cheerful ode to joy in autumn. And the cave sky is a soft lullaby...

　There is always spring with a riot of purple and red

The green spring is decorated with flowers and songs. Swallows stood on the eaves in black classic dresses and sang the beauty of spring. At this time, the mountains are colorful, and the pink peach blossom girl dances in the wind, adding a touch of pink to the spring. The yellow jasmine flowers are as bright as the stars in the sky. She shakes her yellow head as if she is not asleep yet. As if she was awake, she put another yellow garland on Miss Chun. Now, some light yellow and tender green buds have emerged from the willow branches. They carefully poked out their little heads and carefully looked at this beautiful world.

The little lotus just showed its sharp corners

In the blink of an eye, spring passed, replaced by the scorching sun of summer. The cicada was chirping on the tree trunk, as if to say: "It's so hot, it's so hot!" And the big yellow dog guarding my yard was paralyzed on the ground, sticking out his big red tongue, " Breathing heavily. But even in such a hot summer, beautiful lotus flowers can bloom. Just like a piece of flawless jasper, there are lotus flowers standing on the water of the pool, which are white and red, and red and white. Some are like a graceful girl, sitting on the lotus leaves, and some are like a lady. Female celebrities are surrounded by lotus leaves, and some look like a shy girl hiding behind the lotus leaves... It's really pleasing to the eye.

Frost leaves turn red in February flowers

In golden autumn, farmers are very busy. I saw that the originally green wheat field seemed to be rendered with gold, turning into a golden ocean. A gust of cool wind blew by, and the wheat people bent down one after another, as if to express their admiration for the hard work of the farmer uncle. There is a big maple tree on the edge of the sky. Its leaves look like they have been splashed with red paint. The leaves are all dyed red. From a distance, it looks like a gorgeous sunset. Red butterflies floated down from the trees, dancing a waltz in the air.

But there was a busy scene in the orchard, the apple doll blushed; Aunt Pomegranate showed her shiny teeth; the girl Zaozi shook her bell-like head, a gust of wind blew, and they all danced, It's as if you can really hear the sweet sound of bells. The farmer uncle touched the apple doll's face for a while, and touched Aunt Pomegranate's head for a while. He was very busy.

Thousands of pear trees are blooming

Winter is coming, and white snow covers the trees, roofs and earth, as if the whole world is covered with a white coat. It looks like you have entered a mysterious fairyland. At this time, I smelled a stream of fragrance entering my nostrils, refreshing my heart. Ah! It turns out that wintersweet is in bloom! The yellow wintersweet is covered by snow, but its fragrance still comes out through the snow. People who don’t know think that snow also has fragrance. In winter, in addition to the bright yellow wintersweet and bright red plum blossoms, there are also white pear blossoms. From a distance, the white pear blossoms seem to melt into one with the snow. Looking closely, it looks like snow has put a coat on pear blossoms. We had a great time playing snowball fights and building snowmen on the grass.

This is the beautiful four seasons, this is the beautiful spring, the hot summer, the beautiful autumn, and the mysterious winter.

6. 800-word landscape composition for the second year of high school

"In March, the kapok blooms, so beautiful..." Looking at the kapok blooming like a flame not far away Tree, I couldn't help but sigh. "Is that fiery red kapok showing off her enthusiasm and vitality to the girl?"

Suddenly, a naughty kapok couldn't wait to break away from the big tree's mother's arms and fell heavily. , did she want to play with the grass brother under the tree, or to experience the softness of the soil? Her eyes jumped with the fiery red flowers.

The kapok slowly fell from the branches and fell into the arms of Mother Earth. "It turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. It won't be long before a new life is born on the branches. Perhaps it is breaking through the obstacles and giving birth to buds..."

"Hang bang bang..." A harsh sound interrupted my thoughts. A woman drove a little girl in school uniform past me. The bicycle must be quite old. , when it encounters an uneven place, it will cough "cough", as if to remind the woman: "Although the sword is not old, it can no longer withstand too many bumps, so you must take good care of it."

Looking in the direction in which the woman was driving, opposite a kapok tree, sat an old man begging. In front of the old man was a piece of tattered cotton, with a thin, dark-skinned man lying on it. The child, probably only two or three years old, saw a complex emotion in his heart. An innocent child, he could not choose his own birth. Under the same blue sky, when his peers were nestled in the arms of their parents and receiving millions of favors, he could only lie helplessly on the cold ground, Enduring hunger and suffering that he should not have to bear, the pedestrians on the street passed by them in a hurry. No one noticed an old begging man and a poor child under the inconspicuous shade of the tree. Maybe It was because they thought this sallow-faced child was just a tool used by the old man to beg and defraud, that they turned a blind eye...

The woman glanced under the shade, slowed down her driving speed, and started driving. The old man was driving past. The old man was huddled listlessly in the corner, his eyes dull. He was probably worried about his livelihood today, and the worry "came to his mind again."

Suddenly, after driving for a while, he was driving by. The woman in the distance stopped the car urgently. She looked back at the grandfather, fumbled for something in her pocket, and gave a few instructions to the girl sitting behind her. The girl got out of the car and walked straight towards the grandfather. He squatted down and slowly and quietly put a few coins into the iron bowl where the rust on the bottom could be seen. "Thank you," the old man said gratefully.

At that moment, my heart felt like an overturned five-flavor bottle, full of joy and sorrow. The woman's turning back and the grandfather's "thank you" were like the sunshine in spring, quickly melting the hard ice of winter. Under the red kapok tree, there is a kind-hearted woman and an old man who lives at the bottom of society but still knows how to be grateful. The old man is poor materially, but he is still rich spiritually. They rekindled the flame of my life and made me feel the light and heat.

That person, that tree, that scenery will be unforgettable for a long time...

7. 800-word landscape composition for the second grade of high school students

Silent Night Thoughts

The clouds are light and the wind is gentle, and the night is quiet, which evokes my infinite reverie...

——Inscription

In the quiet night, enjoying the gentle breeze, I began to think about myself Roam in the world and indulge yourself in the dreamland.

The confusion of the night always makes people miss the past easily. Those stories of birds and fish, those scribblings on paper, those times when friends played and laughed, and those gatherings where we talked about our ideals, are all constantly reappearing in my mind at this moment. Perhaps from the beginning, these beautiful things were destined to have a cruel ending. I just hope that one day, they can cross my arms again and let me regain the glorious glory of the past.

It turns out that people only know how to cherish things after they are lost. Today, we can no longer capture the warmth and sweetness of the past. Countless thoughts in the quiet night told me: Yesterday’s smiles and tears, the brilliance and residual heat of the sunset, the once beautiful blessings and wishes, everything is my vow not to give up. Even if everything has become a thing of the past, at least I am still there. Precipitate eternity in my heart and accompany me to fulfill the promise of eachother.

The bright moonlight shone on my cheek, I raised my head, gradually closed my eyes, held my breath, and listened to the call from my heart. That kind of reality and tranquility made me realize that the scenery I thought I would miss can now be seen scene by scene, giving off a unique brilliance on the flawless black and white screen. There are caring eyes from family members and warm hugs from friends...

Many times, I thought I had lost my way, but I would soon realize: In fact, it was just a few more mirrors around me that made me Seeing the illusory and fragile self, I dare not raise my head or touch it with my hands. It seems that every move I make will be self-harm. By chance, I removed all those mirrors and melted my cold breath with the warmth of my hands. The joy and comfort once again made me realize that this is the real me - fearless and unfettered.

The coolness of the night is just like the ignorance of youth. I always place my hope on tomorrow, but as everyone knows, tomorrow is just a blank check in my hand that can never be cashed. What's more, after tomorrow there will still be tomorrow. To me, it is like two parallel straight lines facing each other, never converging for a moment. After a long time, I realized that I had done something wrong, something outrageous and unforgivable. In fact, I don't want to do anything wrong, but the cruel life and competition always make me make mistakes, and then make mistakes. So I turned the sadness and sorrow after my mistake into the driving force to move forward, replenishing my inexhaustible energy to move towards my ideal shore.

"Life is like a moving train." I like this metaphor. Although I cannot predict who will get on and off this carriage, I will try to cherish these quick encounters. Because on the journey towards that dream palace, I have endless concerns.

Now, every day I have and every step I take are laying the foundation for the future. In order to prevent my future from collapsing easily, I decided to work hard to live every day well and walk well. Every step.

With the wind as my friend and the moon as my companion, I stand in the quiet night and imagine my unknown life. The night is still quiet, the wind is still gentle, the moon is still bright, but what is no longer the same is my sleepless heart. At this moment, I saw a new sun appear on the other side of the sky. The approaching dawn told me that a beautiful tomorrow is right in front of me. But my thoughts tonight can guide me to a fairy-tale future.

8. 800-word landscape composition for the second year of high school

With you all the way

The passage of time cannot dilute the beauty in my memory, and the change of seasons cannot erase the beauty of the world. The traces of the past and the hardships of the journey will not make me feel lonely, because I have you along the way, even if only beautiful memories remain.

Spring

Spring is the season when all things revive. Spring is the season when the snow melts. Spring makes me feel warm.

Your smile is as warm as the spring breeze, blowing away the melancholy in my heart in an instant; your words are as gentle as drizzle, watering my lonely heart. Your appearance is like spring, letting me know that I will not be alone in this journey. I put aside everything in the past to meet the challenges of the future. With you as a friend, I am full of courage. I will not be discouraged in the face of setbacks. , because I believe I have you all the way.

Having you all the way is like the new green emerging from the grass in spring, like the buds sprouting from the branches in spring, and like the refreshing fragrance in the spring breeze, which makes me feel relaxed and happy.

Summer

Summer is the season of changing weather, summer is the season of scorching sun, and summer makes me feel irritable.

The pressure of the exam was as dull as Xia Lei. It made me feel extremely depressed for a moment. The failure of the exam was as violent as a shower, which made me unable to face it. Your encouragement is like a breeze under the scorching sun, dispelling the irritability in my heart. Your smile is like a rainbow in the sky after rain, making life more beautiful. Because of you, the summer sky no longer thunders and rumbles, and there are no longer constant showers. I am happy with you all the way.

Having you all the way is like the wonderful chirping of insects in the grass on a summer night, like the brilliant stars in the sky on a summer night, and like the summer lotus blooming in the pond, which makes me extremely comfortable.

Autumn

Autumn is the season when there are lots of things. Autumn is the season when the sky is clear and the air is clear. Autumn makes me feel melancholy.

The neglect of friends, the questioning of teachers, and the suspicion of parents are like the chilling autumn wind, leaving you and me at a loss. You and I encourage and comfort each other in the autumn wind. Those words are as warm as autumn chrysanthemums, and your smile is still as bright as the red maples in autumn. We have won the trust of parents and the understanding of teachers. But the friendship between you and me is like autumn leaves, still crumbling under your and my care. Because of you, I feel happy, because of you, I am constantly sad. With you all the way, I feel a little melancholy.

Having you all the way is like the bright sky on an autumn night, like the singing of crickets in the autumn wind, and like the leaves flying in the autumn wind, filling me with reverie and helplessness.

Winter

Winter is the season when all things wither, winter is the season of heavy snow, and winter makes me feel lost.

The howling east wind blew off the last leaf, and the biting cold wind brought endless longing. Heavy snowfall, covered with silver, decorates the quiet and peaceful horizon. You and I are no longer the same as before. The beautiful memories and the helpless reality make it impossible for me to change. I regret, I am lost, I am speechless. Because of you, I learned to be strong. Because of you, I won't cry. With you all the way, even if only memories are left.

Having you all the way is like the cold north wind in winter, like the bare old trees in the winter night, and like the winter snow flying in the sky, which makes me feel lost and fills me with courage.

Spring rain nourishes people's hearts, summer lotuses purify people's souls, autumn wind blows people's thoughts, and winter snow covers people's helplessness.

With you all the way, even if there are only beautiful memories left.

9. 800-word landscape composition for the second year of high school

The spring breeze is warm, blowing green in the north. This magnificent picture is a masterpiece of spring. Spring is a magician, the sun is her paintbrush, and the earth is her drawing board. She paints and paints with rich spring colors. The mountains are green, the water is green, the willows are green, the peach blossoms are red, and the heart is warm. . Each stroke touches the flowers in the world, and each stroke makes the country overflowing with color.

In spring, the earth wakes up from the cold winter, and the old stubble of grass and trees that have been cut by people sprouts wild and vigorous buds. Without artificial cultivation, they grow under the wind, rain and sunshine. At this time, there is an endless green sea all over the field, setting off all kinds of red, white, yellow, and purple wild flowers. A moist breeze blows, and the rich smell of pollen and green grass penetrates directly into people's hearts. No matter who you are, they will open their mouths wide and breathe in deeply, feeling intoxicated and refreshed as if they were drinking nectar.

In summer, the wilderness of the northern countryside is active and beautiful. White clouds are floating slowly in the sky, and farmers in twos and threes are working hard on the vast land. Tender willow silk hangs low on the edge of the quiet river. The urchins by the river destroyed the tranquility of the river: "Look! Look!" "Loach!" The cries and laughter spread in the morning when the flowers were in bloom, making people feel the joy of summer.

< p>Autumn is sad, desolate, and deep. The autumn sky, the autumn grass, the autumn creek, the autumn color, and the breath of autumn are so beautiful. When the clouds and golden butterfly-like leaves fall with the wind, each leaf is full of whirling enthusiasm, melting all my expectations and unexpressable tenderness into the reverie of this autumn wind.

It tempts people to sip a pot of freshly brewed chrysanthemum tea in the rosy sunset, with the fragrance of autumn flowing between lips and teeth. In the misty misty rain, the lone boat with a touch of Zen is wandering among the dark green mountains and beautiful waters. There is endless tranquility and leisure in the brows. The wilderness in autumn is dew. There is no prosperity of spring, so eye-catching and colorful; nor is there the enthusiasm of summer, so focused on shaping, so moody and changeable. Autumn is autumn. Autumn leaves everything to nature sincerely. It faces being chilled, facing maturity, and facing the return of leaves to their roots. If you find two clusters of red clouds in the autumn wilderness, don't be surprised. They are not the soul of spring flowers, but red maples, the chilling beauty of autumn. But be careful, your hands and your heart may turn autumn into jade at any time. No wonder there are few clouds moving in the sky, because as soon as the clouds raise their heads, they melt into the light blue of autumn.

The warmth of autumn has not passed away yet. A few dead leaves hung lonely on the branches, swaying with the dry wind. The birds also flew away, leaving only the annoying cries of crows in the lonely sky... Everything was so boring and lifeless. But don’t be upset, look! It's snowing, like countless elves wearing hexagonal gauze skirts, dancing cheerfully in the air; like jade pink butterflies with wings spread one after another, flying in the sky in winter; and like those on the winter girl's gauze skirt. The round pearls accidentally fell down and became treasures in the world.

10. 800-word landscape composition for the second year of high school

I don’t know when I started to have an unusually deep emotion for my hometown. But not to Ai Qing, "Why do I always have tears in my eyes? It's because of my deep love for this land." For my hometown, I seem to have only a slight smile, but no sentimentality at all. The autumn in my hometown especially makes me dream about it.

The autumn in my hometown is not as poignant and gorgeous as elsewhere, but it has a unique, tranquil and hazy charm.

There will be no shortage of rain.

There is a corner in the small building, and the rain is falling outside the window. Through the window, misty rain can be seen in the distance. The rain here is unlike other places. Even in late autumn, it does not feel sad or cold. Instead, it feels like the gloom and depression of the plum rain season. Raindrops were flying all over the sky, dense and messy, woven diagonally in front of my eyes. Occasionally, a breeze blows through, breaking the gentle rain, bringing a pleasant coolness. The rain will not stop easily, so autumn here has a hazy charm. Looking from a distance, you can feel the white mist of rain lying low on the ground not very high, and condensing into wisps of tulle, which makes people feel like a dream. The rain here always gives people a refreshing coolness, not very sad or impatient.

Autumn after the rain is more charming.

The sky faded away from its pale color and rolled out into clean blue, with cloud scales floating leisurely high in the sky. The distant mountains are thick green, flowing slowly in the sticky air. The mountains here are not plump, but they don't appear to be rugged and skinny either. They just add a feeling of thinness. And the tulle wrapped around it looks like milk, giving it the feeling of "holding a pipa and half covering your face". So I walked into the mountains and saw the dead leaves floating messily. Sometimes, a yellow flower suddenly flies out, but is crushed underfoot inadvertently, which inevitably gives rise to sentimentality. The mountains here are very quiet, there are not many words, it's just so quiet - it's hard to bear to step on it. So I left in a hurry, leaving only this empty mountain in the slightly moist air after the rain...

The water here is always lazy, and occasionally a small boat is only floating lightly. Even if there is no rope tied to the shore, it will not drift far. Unconsciously, pieces of light gold began to soak into the water - dusk was here.

The surroundings are filled with a lazy and tired dusk, but the setting sun becomes more and more lovely, gently spreading a little bit of residual red on the corners of the flying eaves of the pagoda on the top of the mountain. To borrow Tagore's metaphor, it is like a faint beauty mark, making this alluring face look even more delicate. With a slight hint of drunkenness, the sky slowly ended in the indifferent darkness...

The moon in autumn seems to be particularly bright, and the silver brilliance leaks from the branches, like some fireworks, the breeze after the rain It blew silently, creating ripples of the night tide, reflecting the gorgeous silver-gray shine of the moonlight, and reflecting the street lights and sparse neon lights in the distance. The night in my hometown always comes early, and it always calms down early. That night the wind began to have a hint of coolness, and the day here was over. It's not very busy here, but it gives people a peaceful feeling.

Hometown, Qiuli? Broken scene!