Scenery composition for the third grade of junior high school

In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone is inevitably exposed to composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words. So have you ever understood composition? The following are 10 landscape compositions I compiled for the third year of junior high school. You are welcome to share them. Scenery Composition for the Third Grade of Junior High School Part 1

As the weather turns cooler, the wind becomes a little bleak, the earth gradually becomes golden, and everything smells of autumn and maturity.

A crimson maple leaf on the far mountainside floated from the tree with the last warm breeze of summer and fell onto the water of the small pool next to the tree. It caused ripples and startled a bird sitting by the pool. Hamster drinking water.

With a jolt, it twisted its plump body and rushed towards the granary not far away. At this time, people were very busy carrying the fruits. As they walked, they could see a large area of ​​land full of strong trees, and the green leaves were still full of red fruits. There are crystal clear and full dewdrops on the fruit, and they are dripping, like a shy girl who hesitates to speak.

Turning to the wheat field, I saw the autumn wind sweeping by, and the rolling wheat waves looked even more dazzling under the golden light. I leaned down and listened to their sounds, like a huge event of dancing, talking, laughing, and noisy. The rumble of the threshing machine rang in my ears, and I could hear that it was mixed with people's joy for the harvest.

This joy can be traced back to the hard work of the previous two busy seasons.

At the spring equinox, they plowed the soil and sowed the seeds of life. From then on, they began a year of hard work, adding nutrients and water to the fields day and night. Day and night, I wait at the edge of the field looking forward to and observing the growth of the crops. They are naturally looking forward to good growth, but because there are often weed seeds blown into the fields by the wind, they grow wildly in this fertile land and compete with the crops for nutrients. The winners must be these vitality and adaptability. Weed. So people keep weeding all year round, but they can't finish it all year round.

At the same time, pests will also come to cause trouble. When they come to the fields, they will chew up the farmers' hearts and eat them in pieces. It is really a waste. So people also try to get rid of pests all year round, but they can't get rid of them all year round.

But they had many things to worry about, so they watched the growth of this "hope" in their busy lives.

With the advent of autumn rain, the music of harvest is coming to an end.

The breath of autumn is coming again, and the harvest, sweat, and laughter are integrated into this peaceful atmosphere. Scenery Composition for the Third Grade of Junior High School Part 2

In Jiujiang, Jiangxi Province, there is a world-famous summer resort—Lushan Mountain. Su Shi's poem: "Looking at it horizontally, it looks like ridges and peaks, with different heights near and far. I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain." This is a true portrayal of Mount Lu.

During the summer vacation, I also went to Lushan Mountain because of its reputation. When I came to the foot of the mountain, waves of hot wind blew in my face, and the heat was unbearable. Looking up, there is a cloud halfway up the mountain. The clouds are slowly drifting, and the peaks are looming among the clouds, like a fairyland. As we ride up the mountain, the heat gradually subsides, a cool breeze blows, and the heat along the way disappears.

Walking along the winding mountain path, there are mountains on the left, cliffs on the right, and the bottom of the unfathomable valley is lush and lush. Birds were chirping at the bottom of the valley, and the clear bird sounds echoed in the valley. The mountains in the distance are rolling, and the nearby peaks are lined with various shapes. The scenery along the way is extremely beautiful. Suddenly, one or several small pine trees stretched diagonally on the bare cliff in front of us. They were short and thin, but they insisted on not relaxing on the cliff. Their roots were deep in the broken rocks, growing tenaciously, despite the strong wind. It cannot be destroyed, rainstorms will not stop pouring on it, and the sun will not dry it out. They are like elves in the mountains, dancing with the wind, waving to tourists and welcoming them... The further you go, the more pleasant the scenery becomes. Finally, we came to the "dangerous peak" where "infinite scenery lies on the dangerous peak". Standing on the "dangerous peak" and looking far into the distance, there are dense, green trees everywhere, like the entire mountain is covered with a green carpet. A gust of mountain wind blows, the leaves make a "swishing..." sound, and green waves rise and fall. The Yangtze River lingers at the foot of the mountains like a white ribbon, shining brightly in the sunlight. The fields in the distance are like chessboards, neatly arranged, the houses are like building blocks, and the hills are like small buns. Seeing these, I swallowed hard.

I don’t know when the clouds and mist gradually began to increase. Looking down, the clouds and mist rolled, and people felt like they were flying through the clouds, finally feeling like a fairy.

……

There are many more beautiful places in Mount Lu: waterfalls, strange rocks... We lingered over each one.

Although I left Mount Lu, the beautiful scenery of Mount Lu is deeply imprinted in my mind. I really want to say: "Motherland, you are so beautiful!" Yes, the mountains and rivers of the motherland are picturesque, waiting for you Let's go and be there. Scenery Composition for the Third Grade of Junior High School Part 3

I like the drizzle in the spring, the scorching sun in the summer, and the colorful autumn leaves, but what I like best is the winter when the snow is falling.

Look, the white snow is falling from the sky and dancing in the air, covering the vast earth with a layer of white gauze, which is beautiful.

After the heavy snowfall, the sky is as blue as a sapphire without any debris. The air has also become fresher, and the whole world seems to have been washed, making people's eyes brighter.

In winter, the most interesting thing is to catch birds. First take a basket, a rope, and a few corn kernels. First tie the rope to the basket, and someone will hold the rope from a distance. On the other end, when the bird is hunting in the center of the basket, just pull the rope gently and the bird will be locked in the basket.

Children also like to build snowmen in winter. Their rosy little faces show smiles in the cold wind. After a while, lifelike snowmen are born in their skillful hands. The snowmen are white. , the eyes are made of black charcoal, the mouth is made of carrots, and even more ingenious, they put a scarf on the snowman and a hat. Probably because the snowman is afraid of the cold! What a lovely childlike innocence!

Winter has pure colors, winter has interesting games, winter has priceless joy, and winter has our smiles.

Ah! I love winter! Scenery Composition for the Third Grade of Junior High School Chapter 4

"Ah, hurry up, look, another big wave is coming, jump up!" After this shout, a layer of rolling waves, accompanied by white The waves rolled in, rushing us to the beach again and again, and "pushing" us outward again and again. The waves come endlessly one after another. Yes, maybe this is the freedom that the sea longs for. The sand surface near the sea is constantly being washed by the sea water. A sand pit that was dug just now is washed by the sea water in the blink of an eye, just like a wound that is healed by a pair of gentle hands in an instant. Travelers in the sea also enjoy the excitement brought to them by this flowing spirit. This is the freedom and joy given to them by every rolling passion and wave.

He slipped away from us quietly, like a child playing hide-and-seek with us. However, we could never catch him, who was so light and agile, nor could we stop him. He stays for us. By the way, his name is time. It was already dusk, and the salted egg yolk hanging in the air took a leisurely walk and returned home. When I raised my head, I saw that the sea and the sky were connected and merged into one. It seemed that the two were indistinguishable. I really like it, I really like this feeling, being blown by the sea breeze, listening to the sound of the waves, walking barefoot, alone, watching this beach being dazzled by the last few rays of sunshine, watching People passing by and strangers walking far away looked at the boundless blue, and then became intoxicated. Scenery Composition for the Third Grade of Junior High School, Chapter 5

It’s another rainy afternoon. God, who was still smiling at first, suddenly changed his face, as if he was joking with us. As soon as I entered the house, raindrops as big as soybeans replaced the deafening thunder. While feeling lucky, savoring this charming rain scene is what I want to do most at this moment.

People often say: "Spring rain is as moist as crisp." However, few people praise autumn rain. Yes, Qiu Yu is not lovable sometimes. Just like some farmers, they think heavy rain will break their crops. But I feel that there will be a rainbow after the storm; only by never giving up will you achieve success; only after the crops have been tempered by the storm will they be more popular with people. The same goes for people. Only when they have gone through hundreds of difficulties and hardships can they be superior to others on the road of life.

My thoughts returned to reality with the sound of rain. I saw rain and fog outside the window, and the tall building 50 meters away loomed in the erratic rain and fog. At this moment, this scene is so beautiful that it reminds me of the fairyland described in Tao Qian's "Peach Blossom Spring". If it weren't for the looming tall buildings constantly reminding me that this is modern times, I might have thought this was a dream rather than reality.

Looking at the bead curtain made of water drops gradually disappearing, I felt a sad emotion in my heart. Could it be that he was infected by a drop of water that never comes back? Yes, what a pity, why does everything in the world have to undergo metabolism? No matter how beautiful the flower is, it will always wither; no matter how strong the grass is, it will always turn yellow; no matter how intoxicating the rain scene is, it will always disappear; no matter how beautiful the time is, it will always pass away. But from another perspective, if the flower withers, a more beautiful one will grow; if the grass dies, a stronger one will grow; if the rain scene disappears, there will still be countless scenes; however, " Time is gone and will never come back." How can we expect the lost time to come back? Scenery composition for the third grade of junior high school, Part 6

They are in groups, with slender bodies, no tangles, straight and transparent. Fall quietly, and stay quietly. Washing washes away the uncleanness and makes it bright. The gentle breeze caressed me, and waves of fragrance mixed with the smell of sunshine came to my face. Unique and out of shape.

The milky white mist filled the whole city, making the usually noisy high-rise buildings look so unreal and blurry, and all that was reflected in front of them were sleeping children.

The dark-colored mountain tops in the distance popped up slightly, making the shapeless white ocean freeze in the early winter morning light. It's as elusive as a fairyland. A trace of white silk floats on the mountainside. With a slight hook of your finger, a cold feeling surrounds your fingertips. Only then will you feel that this mountain is indeed standing on the land where I breathe, and is not a psychedelic mirage.

From behind, the orange face shyly poked out, looking around curiously in the white catkins. The sun was so shy at this time, and there were strands of gauze-like cocoon silk around the pink and tender orange head. It playfully pulled out these translucent silk threads and wrapped them around itself. The red and white complement each other, and the beauty is unreal. Perhaps, its light was so dazzling that it gradually disappeared from the smooth white strips like jelly, and the overflowing oranges filled with golden light rendered the emerging sky, out of control, a mess.

The wind came harder and without warning, wiping away the sweet dew. Like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, the sun sheds its childlike orange color and replaces it with an increasingly intense golden color, without any shyness and full of vitality. Like water from a fountain, it bursts out unstoppably.

You can't stop it, you can't shield it. Such a warm golden color seems to blend all the colors in the world together. Just like breathing, let it flow into your heart with big mouthfuls. You should integrate this heat into your body, embrace it, and let yourself be infected by its warm beauty. I waved and danced, and it poured out like a torrent, following me. Inadvertently, it slipped through the fingers and touched the heart. I like to let him run wild, hug me tightly, and guard this tranquility. I just want to be inseparable from him forever, staying in the gentlest corner that is exclusive to me. There is no need to say a sentence twice, as long as he can appear repeatedly, he can come back to be with me like this every day.

The green leaves were rustled by the breeze, shaking their bodies comfortably, echoing the heat of midsummer, and they murmured and sang together. At this moment, the sun was running freely among the trees and on the leaves, jumping and spinning, laughing unconsciously. Ye Zi was infected, trembling crazily, singing more emotionally and with warmth. I want to store the gold in my body forever, circulate it in my blood, and rub it into my little body, so that my heart will have a warm taste all year round. With tacit cooperation, we jointly compose the beautiful movement of nature. The melody binds various colors and slides out in bundles, and even the air dances, harmonizing the same belief. This is bliss.

Time flows alone with abandonment. The place where it retreats is forgotten and blurred by the continuous smile.

I took a bite of the sunshine, and its taste changed again. It turned into a flowering tree, sweet. Soft and moist, it makes people unstoppably calm.

As the hourglass faded away, its gaze slowly deepened. Looking up, she was hanging sideways in a charming posture. The red and purple color gushed out the moment she was bitten, loudly resounding through the sky, and white clouds followed in response. The unfocused bloom in her eyes vowed to blend the blue sky into her own language. Spread, use up all your strength to complete your final mission. I don’t want to let go, I can’t see through the passing clouds.

The night slowly fills up, swallowing up the soft light. When the light was dim and she seemed out of breath, she finally let go of her hand, reluctantly recalling the beginning and the end. I saw, secretly saw, the crystal teardrop in the corner of her eye, with reluctance and helplessness. This was the countless teardrop hanging in the auditorium of life.

It begins at night and ends in the depth of night.

Under the black screen, scattered fragments rippled in the endless black sea, all dotted with ink-colored dust. Her eyes are hidden in it. It's not that there's no light, but it's too dark; it's not that there's no memory, but it's that I'm so happy that I want to forget.

In the beginning, he was as innocent and cute as a child, constantly adventuring in his own world; in a blink of an eye, he transformed into a dynamic young man, telling the beauty of youth; in the end, a gentle and kind old man replaced all this , a kind kiss, falling on every inch of the land.

The stars are blinking, and it is the sun that gives light to this day that compiles these dreams. Perhaps, the sunshine in the dark night is his soul. He carefully drew the cycle of life with his spinning wheel. He sang silently with inarticulate speech, telling people that he was writing the annual rings with his smile and singing with his soul.

The third grade of Liuyanghe Middle School in Liuyang City, Hunan Province: Zhang Huaibing’s scene composition in the third grade of junior high school 7

Throughout the ages, how many literati and poets have set foot on the splendid "Pearl of the Orient", and How many tourists with lofty ideals have searched for the beautiful scenery on the fertile soil of Zhuzhou, and at this time when pearls are competing for beauty and prosperity, a "grey pearl" of Ningxia people stands out.

And now, I am surrounded by buildings, taking pictures of the clouds, standing on the central axis of the "Gray Pearl", closing my eyes tightly, dreaming back, being surrounded by these three majestic poles. Buildings with the ethnic culture of returning home are shrouded. Suddenly, an antique and thick ink corridor smell hit me. I opened my eyes suddenly, and the picture before my eyes was as natural as nature's. I felt like I was half asleep, half awake, as if I was drifting off to heaven, but also like I was wandering in the beautiful scenery of reality. I held my breath and stared at the gray buildings standing in Crescent Square. Suddenly, the sun burst out with golden light, and the dark blue sky was extremely blue. In the dazzling sunlight, I vaguely heard a few rustling winds, and I felt a sense of freshness and brightness in my heart, which was very close to the gray and white buildings in the center. The sculptures with the culture of returning home are contrasted to form an ink painting with smooth lines.

I couldn't help but think of the water charm of Zhouzhuang. It is also a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. However, it is not decorated with abundant rain, and it cannot be compared with Zhouzhuang's elegant and distant artistic conception and intriguing rationality. Instead, it is more solemn and elegant, regular and round, simple and elegant. Without losing elegance. Although it cannot compete with the Forbidden City in Beijing, its interior is also extremely exquisite. It seems to be similar to the two museums and one center in Fujian Province.

I hesitated, wanting time to stay at this moment. When I walked into the Huixiang Culture and Art Museum, my eyes lit up. The seemingly simple and simple building turned out to have unstoppable underlying motives. I couldn't help shouting: "What a magnificent and majestic cultural park." On the eaves of the hall, the rolling Yellow River rolled in the loess. The Yellow River has nurtured us children of Ningxia with its rough and wild waves. Those criss-crossing loess plateaus piled with gold foil are very Western-style. Looking closer, I stroked the eaves with my hands. I could only marvel at how thick and rough it was, and how ingenious it was. This exquisite craftsmanship is so unique that people can't help but applaud. This antique, colorful wall with carved beams and painted buildings is really beautiful. I think the quote from Li Bai's "Jinjinjiu" can be used at this time: "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return." This poem is a perfect compliment. Going straight into the depths, the ancient fossils with different shapes and weathered for hundreds of years are really staggering. I slowly walked up to the second floor, overlooking the bottom of the building, and had a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery. I was fascinated by the heroic demeanor and the generous and angry list of heroes; looking at the historical screen from a distance, I returned to the revolutionary feelings of the Red Army in the early 1930s that threw their heads and shed blood...

"Grey Pearl" I have never seen such a charming name. Who gave you such a beautiful name? Scenery composition for the third grade of junior high school 8

If spring is like a graceful girl who is shy but happy, then summer is more like a passionate young man; if autumn is like red maple leaves, then winter is like cold wind The winter bamboo stands proudly in the middle...

In spring, the flowers bloom, and the earth is full of vitality and spring. "My clothes are wet with the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind is not cold on my face." This is a poem in "Queju" by monk Zhinan in the Southern Song Dynasty. It vividly shows the soft characteristics of spring breeze. Look, the rapeseed flowers in the golden fields are as vast and boundless as the golden ocean, which is breathtaking. In an instant, it was as bright and dazzling as the Milky Way. The industrious bees were attracted to watch it secretly, and praised it again and again.

On a summer night, the darkness is thick, rendering the entire earth like a splash of ink. The cicadas were chirping restlessly on the trees, and the cicadas also joined in the fun and had a chirping party, which was really lively. The fireflies seemed to be enthusiastic spectators, and the fields of melons and plums were really mesmerizing. At this time, a fragrance wafted out from the woods. Following the fragrance, I came to a very lush lychee tree. There are small and exquisite red lanterns hanging on the trees, which make people salivate and linger in admiration.

Autumn is coming, and the rice in the fields is as ripe as gold. The fiery red maple leaf forest is like a bright red slender scarf surrounding the continuous mountain peaks. It is so winding and winding, just like a fairyland in a painting, making people feel like they are surrounded by mist. Looking at the fluttering dead leaves again, it seems that the old lady in her dying years is on the verge of collapse, which makes people feel a pity.

In winter, the weather is cold and the river is covered with a thick layer of ice. In the morning, everything in the world is covered with a thick quilt. This kind of scenery reminds people of a saying: "Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest." Some children had snowball fights and some made snowmen, and they had a lot of fun. The children were skating on the ice to their heart's content. Even though the cold caught them off guard, they couldn't help shivering, and their hands were red from the cold, they didn't notice it at all. Looking at the few solitary plum trees standing in front of the courtyard, they stand so proudly, which reminds us of the poem "The sharp edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold", and also reminds us of the iron bones. The hero.

Ah! In spring, you are like a baby that just landed, so innocent and refreshing. In summer, you are as full of passion as the sun, making people full of enthusiasm. In autumn, you are as contented as a leisurely farmer, but in fact you are also full of worries. In winter, you are an angel as white and holy as snow. The whole season seems to be illuminated by your halo. When the warm sun shines on your body, you are so satisfied... Scenery Composition for the Third Grade of Junior High School 9

In the mountains, if you can see the smoke, you may also be able to find a few tea trees, being cared for by people, guarding against the morning dew and the setting sun.

My grandfather’s life-long effort was the camellias behind his house.

The clusters of green on the mountain are pleasing to the eye.

Grandma comes from a scholarly family and loves tea plants very much. She also loves the natural, fresh and refined simplicity. My mother read poetry and books, and my father had a prosperous business. It was a time when the mountain flowers were in full bloom. When she happened to pass by a tea ridge with her business father, she was destined to meet her grandfather. After so many years, they can no longer tell who is the fulcrum of who. After all, time flies by and years go by...

Grandpa’s ancestors made a living by growing tea. This is how their ancestors have come out. Bitter, but also happy and at ease.

I have always longed for a simple family like my grandpa. Persevere in obscurity, even if you are lonely and widowed.

Flower protectors and tea growers are precious! The thought of giving up everything and the pain of clinging to life is already scarce in the world, not to mention just for these ordinary camellias; even those who maintain a romantic heart can praise them in the mountains far away from light and traffic. The camellia in front of me is also a kind of luxury.

Grandma said that she once met a young man who looked like a camellia. He was ordinary and diligently cultivated on his own soil. He was based on poverty, did not disturb the dust and was content with the situation; he dyed the morning and dusk, describing his own life. Beautiful and colorful; it emits morning dew and reflects the colorful world in the heart. It blooms in the wind, surrounded by layers of branches and leaves; although the flowers are in full bloom, they are not unruly, quiet and beautiful.

Of course this young man is my grandfather.

I have always felt that my grandpa was extraordinary, that he had a natural sense of Taoism, and that he was untainted and untainted. Therefore, I often had pleasant conversations with him.

Whenever we talked about deep emotions, my kind grandmother would make a cup of tea for my grandpa and me and sip it carefully. Grandpa always said, if you are tired, just take care of the camellias in the mountains! Then in the spring and autumn years, I will experience the fragrance of tea, the subtle sweetness after the bitter taste of life has passed.

When you break away from all the constraints, you will know how to spend the rest of your life realizing the detachment like a camellia.

It was early winter, and the camellias were blooming in twos and threes. I was very happy to see them. I stopped to watch them in my spare time. After a while, my impetuous heart gradually calmed down, and after a while, I became calm.

"It rained and winded for three days in the East Garden, and the peaches and plums drifted and swept the ground. Only the camellia was more durable, and the green bushes also bloomed with a few red branches." This is a poem by Lu You describing the camellia, which is full of flowers. , dignified and elegant, naturally beautiful but not coquettish, elegant and gentle but not coquettish. Whether in the barren mountains or in the magnificent halls, you can always see her shadow. She is plain yet elegant, and can truly integrate into popular life. In the winter when almost all flowers are withered, camellias feel particularly warm and lively.

This shows that the camellia has an endearing character.

The west wind blows away, the camellia blooms, a red branch among the snowflakes.

My grandfather, who was in his twilight years, seemed to have run out of oil and lamps. When he heard that the camellia fields had been destroyed by rain and snow, his eyes darkened and he slept forever. Even though my grandfather had nothing to worry about in his life, he could never let go of the camellia that was the fulcrum of his life. Scenery Composition for the Third Grade of Junior High School Part 10

There are completely different seasons in the hometowns in the north and the south. The ones in the north are like warriors shouting chants outlined in thick lines. On the other hand, the one in the north looks like girls singing "Water Melody Song" in a low voice, drawn with thin lines. The two places are comparable. But I love my hometown in the south even more.

Autumn

First, the weak wind gently picked up the tune of autumn music. The red leaves are fluttering, covering the earth with a red carpet. Guess it's soft. Some fell into the pond, and a few small fish, motionless and motionless, suddenly swam away into the distance, as if playing with tourists. There is less hustle and bustle of the city, but more tranquility of nature.

Winter

Winter may be replaced by an old man! Always wrapped in a coat, always lying down, always so peaceful... People are always comfortable sleepers in the arms of this old man. The grass has fallen asleep, the flowers have fallen asleep, and even the trees that protect people have fallen asleep. At this time, a lullaby floated on the earth. "Huhuhu" is so peaceful and wonderful.

Spring

Spring is always like a girl, shy and delicate. The flowers are blooming and they are laughing, the birds are coming and they are singing. The insects also stretched out and got up early to take a look at this beautiful world. Spring in the South is a season of music. Crickets played piano music from time to time, and the birds played violins without stopping. The frog chorus jumped into the water one by one and started their self-choreographed dance again.

Summer

Summer is not like the north, so quiet, sometimes so quiet, and suddenly, it goes away unknowingly. Just like a poet, "Gently, I leave. Just as gently as I came, I didn't take away a cloud with my sleeves." After a storm, the morning is quiet, but it is already full of the pride and unrestrainedness of summer. There were crystal dewdrops on the grass blades, and I seemed to hear a few frogs croaking.

The four seasons in the south are like this. They are the embodiment of beauty and a paradise for music.