In our daily study, work or life, writing is the most familiar thing for everyone. With the help of writing, we can improve our language organization ability. How to write a good composition? The following is the composition of that person I compiled for reference only, hoping to help everyone. That person's scenery composition 1

When was there a little more gloom in that green? When did the blue sky have a wisp of white smoke? When did the birds disappear? When, everything has quietly changed, leaving only the deep call from the bottom of my heart for that person's scene.

When I was a child, here, kites looked down at the earth, birds played melodies, fields, carefree laughter and blooming smiles revealed the purest hearts. That time is eternal in the green mountains and green waters.

Every day, we wake up in the morning light and walk to school facing the first ray of sunshine. We walk hand in hand. After the storm, our footprints are left on the muddy path, accompanied by the fragrance of the earth and the carefree laughter all the way. The muddy path witnessed our happy time, pure friendship, heart-to-heart beating, and wrote a beautiful and pure hymn.

Time has passed quietly. I don't know when that person changed, that scene passed away, and everything has changed quietly, leaving only the deep call from the bottom of my heart for that person and that scene.

For some reason, the green forest in my hometown has lost its brilliance and become dim. The forest where birds used to fly is silent for some reason. In the blue sky, kites don't know where they have gone or where they have gone. Today, there are only a few people left here, and you and I are separated from each other, never the same again.

When I come back here again, the scenery in my hometown is completely different. At this time, there are more cars, highways and factories that witness the development of the times ... Like this scene, we have already changed. I don't know when there is a gap between you and me, which is invisible and intangible, but we can't cross it. Alienated words, bland, I don't know how to start caring, but can only be deeply buried in my heart. I often think that it would be great if life were just like the first time, but unfortunately, the innocent you and me, the innocent years are gone forever.

I was standing on the muddy road, the breeze was blowing, the leaves were rustling, my ears were filled with joyful words that drifted away, and my heart was filled with deep call. With the wind, the call to that person and that scene was clear and ethereal. Disappear in the distance.

Time has become a long river that we can't cross. We are getting farther and farther in the long river of time, and our hearts have quietly changed. Like that scene, there is a trace of green and vitality missing. However, the scenery can still be seen, and the heart can be returned?

as time goes by, my heart goes away. Looking back, I only hope that life will be like seeing, and that person and that scene will never change. Now, I only sigh that the years have passed away, and the innocence has faded away, leaving my heart behind and calling deeply … That person's scenery composition 2

is there, there are no tall buildings and no endless cars. Only endless trees stand in rows on the mountain, guarding the lake. In the morning, you can see dewdrops hanging on the grass stalks by the lake, the distant mountains looming in the depths of the clouds, and a new day begins in beauty. In the afternoon, you can enjoy the best time of the day by the lake, drink a cup of tea, watch ducks play in the water for a while and enjoy the sparkling microwave in the water. You close your eyes, enjoy the love of the wind, and feel the years are quiet.

This is my favorite place, Dongqian Lake, which I call "fairyland on earth".

I often walk under the eaves of red tiles, listening to the crisp sound of rain dripping on the eaves of ancient houses, strolling through old streets, watching old people walk in the sunset and experiencing the infinite silence of years.

I love my old house. Because I often come to Atai's house here. Chat with old people and play with sisters. Time flies, but human nature remains the same.

dongqian lake, a place where people's minds are awakened again. You and I can both be happy here. When the night falls, the stars shine and the breeze blows, will your heart slip past happiness quietly, as warm and bright as the bright moonlight, pure and fragrant? That man's composition 3

"Get off!" My aunt gave a cry. My brother, who was having fun with me, got off the bus quickly. When we got off the bus and saw the three characters "Virescence Expo", I jumped up and cheered: "Virescence Expo, I'm coming!"

the first thing you see when you walk into Virescence Expo is a sea of people. I saw people running around and standing there quietly, as if to have a panoramic view of everything in the garden. Where else is it? It's interesting to take pictures. Although everyone was particularly happy, I couldn't stand the mosquito attack at this time and was not interested in taking pictures.

There are people everywhere in Virescence Expo, people on stools, people in the grass, and even sleeping children in bassinets. Let's see the scenery again! There are always a few bees collecting nectar in the lush grass, but the flowers are always so gorgeous and noble: some flower pots are made of fine pear wood. I was attracted by the beautiful peony in front of me, and it was not until the sunset kissed the western hills that grandma's cry brought my heart back.

"Go, go and drive!" In fact, the car that Dad said is a four-person bicycle. When I got on the bus, my father controlled the steering wheel, and my brother sat in the steering wheel and kept stepping on the brakes, so the car was forced to keep walking and stopping.

"turn left! Go straight! Turn right! " My brother commanded the car like a commander. Dad kept taking pictures all the way, not to mention how happy he was.

Finally, when the lease came and the sun set, the whole family went to eat happily. At the dinner table, the whole family ate and laughed like this, and all of them were filled with happy smiles ... When I wrote my composition, the scene in Virescence Expo, the man and the car still appeared in front of my eyes and in my heart. At noon on campus, the sun is shining outside the window and the fans are buzzing in the classroom. This is undoubtedly playing a lullaby for our group of students who often "fish" in class. The students are all asleep in their seats, but she and I are full of energy because we are going to borrow books from the library. The library is only open on this day of the week, and the recess time is not enough for us to come and go to the library. It is conceivable how important this precious nap time is to us two people who love reading.

while the teacher was asleep, we slipped out of the classroom quietly. Outside, the sun is roasting the earth, and the flat cement playground is "roasted" by the hot sun. It seems that throwing a basin of water on it will immediately evaporate without a trace. This is the only way to the library, but we have to rush to the playground in the scorching sun, like fire fighters rushing into the sea of fire. When we rushed past the "big baking tray in the playground", we turned around and heard a burst of cicadas singing, which came from the camphor trees on both sides of the school road. I don't know how many cicadas were lying on it. They cried desperately, and their voices came and went. Although it was a little harsh, it was still very beautiful once they settled down and listened attentively. However, we don't have time to enjoy their concerts. Our first task is to borrow books.

It is said that everything comes to him who waits, but why did he become a "God who cares" when he came to us? We finally came into contact with the shade brought by the eaves, but we didn't expect the library to be closed! Just when I was extremely distressed, she happened to find that the river opposite the fence was covered with rotten wax gourd. She pointed to the wax gourd and asked me, "Do you think, if we climb over the fence, how can we cross the river?" I thought for a while, and then we all replied: "Step on the melon!" Oh, maybe, this is what people often say, the heart is connected! When we said the same answer in unison, we all looked at each other and smiled. Then, she asked me, "It's been six years. Do you think we can still be together like this after entering junior high school?" I was dazed and didn't speak. In fact, this is exactly what I was worried about. Six years passed quietly. During these six years, we laughed together, were sad, were crazy and cried. However, we are about to face the choice of separation, how can I give up! I shook my head: "I don't know, but I really don't want to be separated from you. I want to be your good friend for life."

She smiled, revealing two sharp little tiger teeth. Her smile touched me the most. Whenever I was in a depressed mood, she would come and hold my shoulder at the first time and say to me with a smile, "Laugh often, and the color will come naturally. The bitter gourd face is ugly!" It was like this before, and it is like this now, but will we be like this in the future? She took my shoulder and said, "Don't be unhappy. Smile more, always smile, and the lottery will come naturally. You can rest assured that no matter whether we are assigned to the same class after entering higher school, I will take you as the first in my mind! " Well, we are both the first in each other's minds.

Although we are not in the same school now, our contact has never been broken. When she took my hand and asked me, "How have you been recently?"; When she measured her height and smiled and said that you have grown taller again; When she told me how she made it all the way to the key class, you know, these things will be the best memories in my life.

Time is like fine sand in your hand. If you don't pay attention, you will slip through your fingers one after another, and you will never hesitate. In a blink of an eye, it was another spring trip to Qiu Lai. I am sitting in the classroom, and there are still hot sun and countless singing cicadas outside the window. In front of my eyes, it seems that her smiling face with two sharp little tiger teeth and the back of me walking side by side through the shady school road with her ... That person's scene composition 5

It's a crisp autumn day.

The autumn wind broke the dawn, cutting the shredded fog and jumping over the waltz in the leisurely cupboard. At the end of the day when the clouds and fog were mixed, several bluebirds swept over the branches and drew several intertwined arcs. The grass raised its temples and continued to sleep peacefully. At this time, a few glorious mornings came out and rubbed away its sleepy eyes. This October day, October morning, was filled with fragrance.

One virtue and one fragrance in the hometown of Yun started a journey to the mountains.

I heard that the mountains there are so high.

The car hovers around the mountain, and everything in sight is green and thick. The mountain, tall and straight, even the mountains nestled in the arms of their companions, intimate. A section of the garage, outside the window, the mountain is still immersed in a piece of green, full of trees, full of green, and occasionally a touch of persimmon tree red. In the dim light, the hills appear before our eyes, and the leaves in the ravine are getting lower and lower. It is really "the car goes along the way, and people go higher."

the scenery there is so beautiful, so beautiful.

through the forest, huge torreya grandis trees appear in front of you. No deep red flowers, no gorgeous coat, it takes root simply, wrapped in a dense "centipede leaf" quilt, vigorous and brilliant. On both sides of the steps, a few small flowers will emerge from time to time, white and yellow, which look petite and lovely. After a few more steps, you will inadvertently find several grasshoppers, who live in the shade and bathe in the sun leisurely. However, several female students screamed at these unusual insects, and I had to cover my ears ... A burst of relaxed laughter rippled in the valley, causing endless echoes.

After a long stroll, I entered the Torreya grandis Museum. An ancient temple-like house is located beside the path, engraved with several striking Chinese characters-the original Torreya grandis Museum. Pushing the dance gate, a traditional folk house style is coming. Wooden stairs, gurgling; The ground paved with stones is smooth; The green moss is densely covered, which has a sense of tranquility. The most interesting things in the exhibition room are straw sandals and hemp fiber, which are the costumes of the farmers in the past. Although they have disappeared from our lives, they reflect the industriousness and frugality of the farmers and have a deep sense of history.

the people there are very simple and simple.

under a big torreya tree, there is a world, and several farmers who are doing farm work are enjoying the harvest. I can see that these are three generations. The older generation of experienced people are observing the growth of vegetables, their sons and daughters-in-law are preparing for lunch, and the kids on the side are busy catching earthworms to play with. What a pleasant farm scene! For us foreign tourists, the imp will cast a curious look from time to time, as if to ask, "Earthworms, who are they?" Then, we all laughed, with the most knowing smile.

At noon on Sunday, our group paced on the secluded path, playing the happy rhythm in our hearts with the tinkling mountain spring, and looking at the white clouds, blue sky, trees and mountains in the distance, suddenly we had a kind of enjoyment of "heaven and earth are free and unfettered".

that scene, that person, in the mountains, enjoying, being happy, in the mountains.

I really want to be in the mountains all the time ... That man's scenery composition 6

At that time, it was spring in March; That scene, the mountain flowers are brilliant; That man, a handsome boy.

"In a hurry, how many times did we say goodbye before delaying ..." This was sung by Faye Wong in "In a hurry". "If goodbye can't be red-eyed, can we still be red-faced ..." I met an old neighbor in this situation.

It was a spring season, and we were still two innocent and carefree teenagers.

It was one morning, and I met you on a hillside full of flowers on the other side. You were wearing a wreath and laughing in the bushes.

At that time, you had big eyes like purple grapes, and your little face was fleshy. You could squeeze a bowl of water with one pinch. Your little nose is hunched, as if smelling flowers, your mouth is pouting, and your hair is curly, which is a bit like instant noodles. When I was a child, I laughed at you for this, saying that there was an octopus on your head. At that time, you told me very seriously: "There are suction cups under the feet of octopus, but there are no suction cups in my hair, and the feet of octopus are so thick that my hair is much thinner than it!"

I smiled and hugged the little girl next to me. It took you a while to realize that I was laughing at you.

Your face swelled to the color of pig liver, and your eyes seemed to be full of tears, and the water in those eyes poured out like a high tide. Finally, you cried with a "wow", tears streaming down your face.

that little girl may be your sister! She was not in a hurry to comfort you, but asked me, "How old are you?" I was curious why she asked me this, but I answered truthfully: "I am 7 years old now." The girl shook her head and said to you, "Why are you crying? This little sister is younger than you. She didn't cry, but you are still crying. You bully the small with the big." She handed me a look, and I nodded, pointed with my hand, and echoed: "Yes, you bully the small with the big!" " "You still bully the big with the small!" You stopped your tears, smiled through them, and managed to say a word. The three of us ran wildly on the hillside, with colorful wildflowers on our hands and heads. We imitated Liu, Guan and Zhang, and came to a "three sworn relationships on the hillside" ... < P > Because of my parents' work, I left here and you. Before I left, you told me that I must come to see you in the summer vacation. I nodded, but I never kept my promise.

until the summer vacation of grade five.