The most beautiful scenery composition for sixth grade [three articles]

It is another misty spring rain, and the world is shrouded in rain and mist, like a dream; in the breeze, the raindrops are fluttering, moistening things silently, and the world seems to have calmed down. I stared at the shiny new leaves outside the window, and I couldn't help but think of that scene again.

It was a Saturday afternoon. I was walking home with my big and small bags. There was drizzle in the sky. There is no need to hide from such rain. Let the wind blow it on my face and cool it down. Refreshing and pleasant. I walked forward slowly, looking at the green leaves glowing with a metallic luster in the rain, and the petals of various colors gathering a layer of fluffy water drops, and I felt extremely comfortable. Under the eaves of street shops stood some people wandering leisurely, either meditating or admiring the scenery, showing a unique and quiet attitude of idlers.

The rain suddenly picked up, and I quickly ran to the eaves of a bookstore. At this time, a puppy came into my eyes. Perhaps it was dizzy from the rain, so it shook off the water drops on its body and walked towards the store.

"Dog, where did the wild dog come from!" The bookstore proprietress immediately discovered the "uninvited guest" and rolled it out from behind the counter like a gust of wind: "It's so dirty, get out of here, oh!..." Although I stood outside the glass door, the sharp and high decibels assaulted my eardrums. Seeing that the dog would not go away despite being scolded, the proprietress began to use force and even kicked the dog with her feet. How could the puppy understand the evil intentions of the proprietress? Even after being hit several times in the body, the puppy still remained "obsessed" and whined as he kept rushing in. I was walking very hot, but for some reason, I was startled and shivering all over. The landlady suddenly saw me standing outside the door, and her resentful face immediately bloomed into a chrysanthemum, "Hey, students from the attached middle school, come in and take shelter from the rain. I just bought a batch of classics yesterday, so I just happened to pick a few. Ben, I will definitely give you a discount..." I held back my anger and looked at her fawning face, but the intensity of kicking the dog on her feet did not decrease at all. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the door of the dessert shop next to him creaked, and a floral skirt floated out. As the door opened, the sweet aroma of barbecued pork overflowed.

The puppy was obviously attracted by the smell of the food. He turned his head hesitantly and prepared to follow the "floral skirt" to the dessert shop. I closed my eyes in despair, not daring to imagine the puppy's more embarrassing situation. "Come on, little dog, come in quickly!" There seemed to be a voice of nature in my ears. When I opened my eyes, I saw the girl playfully making a "please" gesture. "Don't be afraid, I won't bully you. Come, let me eat the freshly cooked barbecued pork for you!" the girl greeted gently, with a smile on her face. Maybe it was because of the smell of the meat, or maybe it was the girl’s pure and impure smile. The puppy walked into the dessert shop with its head and tail wagging like a distinguished guest.

Through the glass, I saw the floral skirt fluttering happily all the time. The colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple seemed to bloom with the colors of the entire spring. The puppy was lying next to the green counter, eating barbecued pork. The girl was packing a drink for a customer. She looked at the puppy from time to time, as if paying attention to a close friend; the dimples were deeply embedded in her cheeks. , which is filled with water-like warmth.

The rain gradually stopped, and wisps of golden sunshine slanted through the spotlessly washed green leaves, giving the earth a layer of fairy-tale color. I decisively refused the flattering invitation from the bookstore proprietress and walked home with my legs up. Stray puppies, floral skirts, green counters, several images overlapped in my mind, forming a lingering picture.

This image still lingers in my mind, especially on drizzly spring days, which always fills my heart with a warm feeling. I love the first two sentences of Zhu Xi's poem "Spring Day" the most - "The victorious sun seeks the fragrance of the Surabaya shore, and the boundless scenery is new for a while." I think: Spring returns to the earth, and it is not only the natural scenery that flourishes day by day, but also the benevolence When the seeds sprout and grow in everyone's heart, that is the most beautiful scenery forever!

Chapter 2

The overwhelming urban village, the charming Rag Street, bustling with people The wet market... seems to be people's unchanging memory of Sanyan Bridge.

The roads here are not wide, the community is old, and the buildings are low. You can call yourself a "king" with only a dozen floors. The ruins left here and the old buildings with old-fashioned colors complement each other, which is very similar to the ** scene in the 1980s.

Even though the Three Eyes Bridge has been demolished to pieces, the "purity" revealed in its old bones has not changed at all.

In midsummer in Wuhan, the temperature hit over 30 degrees early in the morning. It was so hot that it was impossible to go out. But there are dense cypress trees on both sides of the road at Sanyan Bridge, which provides an oasis for us. Walking on the road feels like walking into the Louvre or the Sistine Cathedral, making people feel a bit solemn and comfortable.

Every morning, I always go to school with the children in the yard. The beautiful day starts with joking on the road. In fact, many children in the hospital have been alumni since kindergarten. At that time, they didn’t think it was anything, but looking back now, they feel inexplicably kind. I really miss squeezing the No. 502 bus with my classmates, going to the library with my classmates on weekends, and eating hot dry noodles, shaomai, and simple chicken comb dumplings together in the morning.

These seemingly ordinary things tell a kind of beauty and peace.

I still remember the scene when we were doing homework together in the yard. We all worked hard, seizing every minute and every second, just hoping to be the first among our friends to finish. We can have fun together later. At that time, each of us had so much fun and laughed so heartily.

Every time I think of this, I can't help but smile bitterly. All this has passed, can it never go back?

Now that I have moved, there are high-rise buildings, highways, cars everywhere... Many things I have never seen in Sanyanqiao are displayed in front of my eyes. The new home is also very beautiful. For someone who only lived there at that time For me, the old house is really too luxurious!

Perhaps this place is really better than threeYanqiao is hundreds of times more prosperous, but I still can't forget the "purity" of Sanyanqiao. I don't know why I like this place and why I miss it so much. This place gives me an indescribable beauty and indescribable peace. I think Three Eyes Bridge has become an indelible memory in my life. In other words, the Three Eyes Bridge has become the most beautiful scenery in memory.

I look forward to meeting my long-lost friends again in the most beautiful scenery.

Chapter 3

Everyone has the most beautiful scenery in their heart. Of course, I am no exception.

It was a day during the summer vacation this year. The temperature was 40 degrees Celsius, and there were layers of heat waves in the air. The sky is so blue that even the clouds don't know where to go to escape the heat. As usual, I had breakfast and wrote my summer homework. The fan kept whirring, but it couldn't take away any heat.

"Woof woof woof" suddenly, Xiao Hui shouted. Looking in the direction of its cry, it turned out that grandpa had returned from working in the fields. He was wearing a big straw hat, a somewhat thick-looking coat, trousers, and a pair of boots that almost reached his knees. He was so well "armed", no wonder even Xiao Hui couldn't recognize him.

I put down the pen in my hand and asked curiously: "Grandpa, it's a hot day. You are wearing such thick clothes. Isn't it hot?" Grandpa took a sip of tea, smiled and said, "It's hot! Look, my clothes are soaked. The sun is too hot today. If you don’t wear it like this, you’ll get sunburned easily. “Ah? This is sweat! I thought it was too hot and you sprayed it on me on purpose.” There's water!" I was surprised. Grandpa took off his boots, poured out the water inside, and said with a smile: "Yuxi, look, this is also sweat." Then he put on his boots again, walked into the main room, and said to himself: "There are still things in the fields. A few people are working, and I have to send them some mung bean soup." As he spoke, grandpa bent down to get the mung bean soup that grandma had prepared. The moment my grandpa bent over, I saw for the first time what "sweating like rain" meant. The big beads of sweat hit the concrete floor "tick-tick-tick". In just a few seconds, the ground became wet. I had been stunned for a long time. At this time, I had forgotten what I wanted to say, and just stood there stupidly.

Grandpa went out again carrying the basket with mung bean soup. His retreating back was so harmonious and beautiful against the green seedlings and blue sky!

Grandpa is not afraid of the heat, works hard, and still thinks of others. This is the most beautiful scenery in my heart!