I'll give you some hints. I hope it helps. You can feel it.
On the other side of the mountain, there is a big area. You can actually write whatever you want, such as philosophy, scenery, feelings, flashbacks, interpolation, orthography, and whatever you want.
For example, you wrote that you went climbing this week, and looking at the side of the mountain, it was ups and downs, which triggered a series of reverie.
In this daydream, you can say that you suddenly feel that ... this ellipsis can represent philosophy, and everything you can think of is emotional.
Another example: scenery. Use all the beautiful words you can think of, but it should be meaningful, leisurely and imaginative. ...
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I think everyone has read about mountains. But have you ever observed mountains/I don't think you have. Let me ask you again, did you spend your childhood in the mountains? I don't think you, a child who grew up in the city, are like this either. Although I grew up in the city, I will never forget the mountain next to my childhood, because I left a part of my childhood in the mountain. Whenever I see this mountain, the beautiful scenery of my childhood comes before my eyes. ...
The mountain I am talking about is called Xishan, because it is located in the west of Yantai city center, so it is named Xishan. It is not as strange as Huangshan Mountain, nor as magnificent as Mount Tai. it
Mount Tai is so majestic; It is not as beautiful as Guilin, nor as spectacular as Huashan. But I have always liked it, because ... the tomb of the martyrs built on the mountain and towering into the sky attracts people to visit Yantai. Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, thousands of people "visit" them with white flowers on their chests. People's reverence for the martyrs seems to have touched this mountain. Otherwise, why did the stream in the mountain suddenly become so clear? Why does it feel cool in the shade of a big tree? When the wind blows, water drops are sprinkled on the face, as if even the mountains are crying for the martyrs. At this time, I will say, "Mountains will cry, too. Mom and dad said that only creatures cry is false! " "At this point, the parents just smiled and shook their heads.
Mountain loves beauty. In my memory, the "clothes" of the mountain have quietly changed with the changes of the four seasons. ...
It's spring, and I'm standing at the top of the mountain, looking at this beautiful scenery: the breeze is blowing thousands of fresh green willows, which makes people mistakenly think that there are fairies singing and dancing in the distance. At this time, the pine trees on the roadside are not to be outdone. After giving some dead leaves to the earth, green soft needles grew on the pine stems to prepare for the beautiful scenery in the future. Grass has also been nourished by the newly thawed stream, quietly breaking through the ground and dotted with budding flowers. At this time, because the whole mountain is green, I smiled and said to my parents, "The mountain can wear clothes, and it likes green best!" " "Parents will smile and say," Really? See the mountains in summer. "
Summer came and I came to the top of the mountain again. At this time, the scenery changed greatly. Green willows have touched the ground, pine trees have turned pine needles into hard green, and pine cones are slowly dripping with pine oil. I think it may be trying to make more amber for people. The scenery in the distance is more charming; There are many different colors of flowers on the green grass. From a distance, it looks like a rusty flower on a green carpet. A closer look shows that the flowers there are ordinary wild flowers, and the graceful "noble" flowers in the greenhouse are not as beautiful as this nature. Just then, I looked blank and Shan would change clothes. The laughter in the stream woke me up from my meditation, and my parents seemed to understand my doubts, so I said, "Look at autumn and winter again."
Since then, I have observed autumn and winter more carefully, even though I refused to let go of every detail. In autumn, the mountains are covered with golden clothes, and in winter, it is white. At this time, I seem to have discovered the biggest discovery in the new century, and solemnly said to my parents, "I know that Shan has four sets of clothes, which are changed once a season, but one set has been worn for three months, and it loves cleanliness!" At this point, I let my parents laugh and cry, but like a winner, I smiled and said, "My parents are stumped by me!" " "
The mountain is generous. I remember there are many jujube trees behind a pine tree. These trees were neglected at that time, which was great for us "children". When my parents pick me up from kindergarten every day (when I was only 5 or 6 years old), I made an appointment with my friends to let my parents go home first (because I know the way, Yantai is safe, and my parents are at ease). Jujube trees have many thorns, but we are not afraid at all: the smaller branches are broken by us, and the thicker ones are carefully picked away by us. Soon, our pockets and trouser pockets were full, and we parted reluctantly. When I got home, my parents saw my accidentally scratched hand and said with distress, "Oh dear! Don't go again in the future, I'll buy it if I want! " "Don't! Labor is the most glorious, I want to do it myself, and the thorn on the jujube tree is the challenge goal that Grandpa Shan gave our brave children! " I shouted. At this point, my parents looked at me as if they understood something. ...
Dashan loves children. In spring, the open space on the mountain is a good place for children to fly kites. Butterflies and swallow-shaped kites are flying in the air. Tianshan Mountain in summer also uses its cool stream to let children swim to their heart's content; In autumn, the mountains are covered with golden yellow, and the falling leaves add poetry to Zuo Zheng. In winter, snow brings new clothes to the mountain, but the mountain doesn't mind letting children "run amok" on its new clothes-having snowball fights and making snowmen. This is a happy scene. "The mountain is really good!" At that time, I could only sigh like this.
The mountain is great. Once, I stumbled upon several bomb shelters. Just when I was puzzled, my parents said to me: before liberation, foreigners' planes circled over the territory of our motherland all day, and the mountains made people hide in her warm arms without regrets, but they resisted the indiscriminate bombing of enemy planes ... Finally, people survived the crisis. It is this mountain that saved the lives of hundreds of thousands of people nearby! Since then, she has become a hero in Yantai people's minds. People have not forgotten the kindness of the mountains. People have stipulated the law that every grass, flower and tree in that seat will be protected, and future people will not hurt this mountain for money. I heard ... my little heart is extremely upset at this time. ...
3. How to write the mountains in my hometown in the composition about mountains?
There are many mountains in my hometown, one connecting the other. From a distance, it looks like layers of rolling green waves!
The mountains in my hometown are beautiful all year round, but spring is the most beautiful.
Spring girl quietly came to the world with the spring breeze, and the flowers and trees straightened up. The mountain suddenly turned green. The green mountain looks so green. If you look at it now, you will feel like walking into a green forest and feel particularly comfortable.
In the morning, as soon as the sun reveals half a smiling face, the mountain becomes full of vitality: flowers reveal their beautiful smiling faces; The grass stands upright; The trees spread out ... this is the revival of everything!
At noon, the golden light of the sun shines on the earth, and the mountain seems to feel a little hot. Let the trees cover it and make it feel cool. In fact, the kindness of the sun is enough to make this mountain more brilliant, beautiful and brilliant. Look, as it wishes, the mountain has become more beautiful. It becomes greener and more dazzling.
In the evening, I was walking home with the sunset glow. The sky is so red that even the mountains are reflected in red. I looked at the majestic mountain peak and thought it was like a serious soldier and an amiable teacher. My heart is sweet. I love not only the mountains in my hometown, but also my hometown!
Chapter two: Becoming attached to the mountains
Things in the world are so wonderful, everything pays attention to a fate, and things without fate cannot be forced. As for me, I have been attached to mountains since I was a child.
When I was a child, there were rolling mountains behind my house. I can see grandma's house as soon as I open the door. Grandma's house is even worse. She just lives on the mountain. What a good fate!
I have worshipped that mountain since I was a child. It is so far away from me that I can only dream about it. Every time I look at it, it always looks blue and puts on a condescending posture. From then on, I decided to have an emissary to conquer it, to conquer this sacred tall person. However, there has been no chance.
Finally, the opportunity has come, and the school will hold a mountaineering competition! I am secretly happy. On that day, I almost exhausted all my strength to conquer it, but it was too big. A cold look seemed to make me give up, but I was not knocked down by it. I said to myself, "Come on! Where is the usual courage? Didn't we agree to defeat Dashan? " I asked myself this question again and again, and gradually gained strength and rushed forward. "Go ahead, I'm not afraid of you!" I cheer myself up silently in my heart.
Blink of an eye, I looked ahead and arrived. I am very excited. I finally conquered this mountain, and I finally realized the artistic conception that "all other mountains are dwarfed in the sky". . There is nothing special on the mountain, but I feel like I am in a fairyland. I know there are more mountains waiting for me to conquer!
In life, there are many mountains attached to you, depending on whether you can conquer it, whether you can use it as a stepping stone to conquer another mountain, and whether you can use it as a driving force for your progress.
When you see a mountain, don't be afraid, don't shrink back, try to challenge it like me, so you may have unexpected gains. Only in this way can you understand that difficulties are like springs. If you are weak, it is strong, and if you are strong, it is weak. Perhaps, people in the world don't want to see the mountains and become attached to them. But I don't think so. I regard them as my friends, and I am willing to make friends with them.
Become attached to the mountain, my friend! You will get a lot of things.
4. The key to writing a composition about mountains is that what you write is from the heart. I can only provide you with information, good words and sentences.
Something. Come on, try to write your own composition with them.
Good part of speech
Mountains, mountains, strange mountains, barren hills, slopes, forests
There are many kinds of rocks in Qian Shan, and the mountains are magnificent and beautiful.
Qinghai has beautiful mountains, high trees, lush valleys, green mountains and green waters.
There is a beautiful peak on the peak, nothing grows, and clouds are entangled.
Qifeng is majestic, and the mountains are clustered in Wanling, Qian Shan.
Good sentence category
The mountains exposed from the clouds are floating in clusters like islands.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful cloth.
The mountains and waves are stacked on top of each other.
The mountains are dark and boundless, and the knives and axes are indomitable.
The undulating loess hills are really like the waves of a big flood.
Longshan is like a big grave, standing in the night.
The mountains on both sides of the Xiajiang River go straight up and down, which makes people dizzy.
The deep valley is strangely quiet and cold.
The ravine is full of snow, as high as the back of the mountain, and it has become a flat snow paved square.
At the beginning of the morning, the mountains are like shy girls, looming and the sun is setting.
Good subdivision category
Standing here, it's strange that the mountain has changed. Their shapes are very different from those seen from the plains or mid-levels. They become very layered, messy, majestic and strange. Look up, the mountain is the sky, and the sky is also the mountain. It seems that your nose can touch the mountain at any time.
I saw a misty giant peak protruding in the distance, surrounded by dozens of small stone peaks. A closer look shows that the giant peak is like the Monkey King holding a golden hoop, and those small peaks are like monkeys scratching their ears and cheeks. Look, the Monkey King is taking his children to kill the worse. Under the pale sky, the mountains are as black as iron and solemn. The red sun rises and the peaks are deep blue. Then, the mist appeared, and the milky white yarn separated the heavy mountains, leaving only the blue peaks, which really looked like a refreshing landscape painting. After a while, the fog cleared again, and the * * * rock wall, the steep stone, was dyed deep red by the glow, and gradually turned into a bronze color, which set each other off with the green trees and green fields, which was particularly magnificent.
There are no villages and rice fields in the overlapping mountains. These mountains are like some drunken old people who have been sleeping for tens of millions of years. No one dares to go deep into their hearts, even adventurous hunters just go to their feet to chase goats, wild boar and birds running down the mountain, and never climb to its peak.
Nothing is more charming than the green hills bathed in the spring rain. The whole hillside is lush. Endless mist is like flowing silk, wrapped around the waist. Sunlight turns raindrops on every leaf into colorful pearls.
On the knife-shaped hill, there are wisps of milky white fog, and a slender line is faintly visible in the fog.
This stone wall is like a skyscraper on its back, so high that it will collapse and be aggressive. On the top of the mountain, the dense forest seems to be a huge black felt hat buckled on the cliff, and clusters of unknown wild flowers leap from the stone wall.
5. How to write a composition about mountain climbing? Today, the weather is sunny and sunny. It's a beautiful day. Our family decided to climb the mountain and write a composition about it.
We drove to the foot of the mountain and looked up. This mountain is very high. Although it is winter, it is still green. The steps extending from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain wound up like a long white dragon. People in twos and threes climbed to the top of the mountain with great interest.
I can't wait. Without waiting for my parents and sister, I took steps to climb up. Level one, level two, level three ... I heard a clear cry behind me: "Sister, wait for me!" " "It turned out that my six-year-old sister stamped her feet when she saw me climbing so fast. I stopped to look back and saw my parents and sister still standing at the foot of the mountain. I am secretly happy. My mother shouted to me, "slow down and be careful!" ""As I promised, I kept heading for the top of the mountain. Everyone was left behind by me. Gradually, my physical strength began to get a little tired, and my feet seemed to be tied with big stones, which became heavier and heavier. At this time, I saw a stone bench not far ahead, and my heart rose with joy. So I pulled myself together and climbed up step by step. I went to the stone bench and sat on it. I realized that I had been sitting for a long time. So I stood up and rushed up, but my feet didn't listen to me and my steps became slower and slower. My father encouraged me to say, "Persistence is victory!" "
6. Write a composition about this mountain. Speaking of Wudang Mountain, it's beautiful. In spring, flowers are in full bloom, in summer, trees are green, in autumn, it is foggy, in winter, it is snowy. In spring, the clear spring of Wudang Mountain pours down, just like Li Bai's poem "Pour down thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days." In full of green, flowers are in full bloom and everywhere, making people feel bright and white everywhere.
Wudang Mountain is shaded by trees in summer, and there are tall trees everywhere. Visitors who are exposed to the sun and then enjoy the cool under the green trees will feel as cool as in the sky. In autumn, the golden dome of Wudang Mountain is shrouded in fog, as if it were sandwiched between heaven and earth, making it difficult for heaven to get down. The fog around Wudang Mountain seems to be a "fairyland in the air". When Gong Yu moves the mountain, people will miss going back and forth, and the stream at the foot of the mountain will knock.
In winter, Nanyan Palace on Wudang Mountain is as white as an iceberg, and the whole body is as white as a little girl in a white hat.
The four seasons in Wudang Mountain are all beautiful, but the four seasons in the motherland are even more beautiful!
7. Shan and I wrote a 450-word composition at a distance, and a sharp top stood out from the crowd above Songtao. Ah! That's the mountain in my hometown.
Approached, a locust tree stands on the cliff, just like the majesty of a soldier.
To the east of the mountain is a fruit forest. Less than 30 meters away, you can smell a burst of fruit fragrance, which is mouth-watering and lingering. How tempting these fruits are! Peaches are pink, soft and fat, like the skin of a newborn baby. Apples are red, smooth and shiny, just like a little girl's red face, which makes people want to take a bite.
There is a wide stream in Shannan, which looks the same every day, sparkling and beautiful, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Small fish in the stream, like a little tea in a cup of green tea, float and ripple, refreshing.
To the west of the mountain is an empty no man's land. Although no one lives in it, it is a paradise for birds. From a distance, many colorful birds fly in groups on the grass in Guang Mao, reflecting the sky beautifully, which is fascinating.
The most beautiful place is the north side of the mountain-it is often called the place where people drink northwest wind since ancient times. But I often go there because there are charming waterfalls. Although Niagara Falls does not fly thousands of feet, it is my favorite and unforgettable place. Staring at it from a distance can forget all the unpleasantness. The water column poured down from the top of the mountain and smashed into pieces of rapids. Many rapids eventually merged into a big river and flowed to the south of the mountain, bringing inexhaustible water of life to mankind. The fragrant fruit in the orchard, the beautiful scenery on the hillside and the endless stream are all mountains in my hometown.
8. I am a cloud. How to write a composition like "I am a cloud"?
My life is free and leisurely, and my body is ethereal and invisible. There is no limit to my life-as long as I don't turn into rain and scatter around the world. I can idolize, I can mix the moon, I can block the red face of the sun. I play every day, and I forget how many years I have lived. I am beautiful, I can instantly change into another shape with the wind, and I can also use the afterglow of the sunset as my veil. I think it is ridiculous that some of my companions died to save mankind and nature.
I like playing near the ground. Once, when I was walking, I suddenly felt hot all over. I looked down: there were flames, screams and explosions everywhere in a factory building. A man and a woman ran away hand in hand, but were surrounded by flames. The man pushed the woman out hard, but was burned beyond recognition by the fire. I can't help feeling a little wet in my eyes. No, I can’t . I won't die for mankind. I turned my head and stopped looking, but the cries and shouts made me lower my head: a child groped around and shouted, "Mom. Where are you? " "I'm here, son! Get out of here! " Mother pushed the child out by hand, the child went out, and my mother-tears swirled in my eyes, and I couldn't help myself anymore, letting the tears flow down my face. If my life can bring them hope of life, I will feel very satisfied. I finally saw the beauty of the world. At the critical moment of life and death, they always leave the hope of life to others. At this moment, I feel weaker and weaker, and I feel that life is coming to an end. But I have no regrets.
If I were a cloud, I would dedicate myself to mankind at the last moment of my life!