How to write a composition in my big yard?

1. My Yard How to Write My Yard Composition There is a small yard downstairs, which is a leisure place with beautiful scenery and trees.

Standing at the door, looking in, the flower beds in the gate are full of tall and straight cymbidium trees and magnolia flowers. Magnolia trees are full of magnolia flowers, including gold, pink and purple. All kinds of magnolia flowers are like lanterns, lanterns and baskets, which seem to light up the road of life for people in the small courtyard.

Smell it carefully, and find that the golden stamens give off fragrance one after another, which only makes you relaxed and happy. Winter jasmine has a small tree-colored bud, full of pale yellow flowers.

The wind blows gently, and the wind is mixed with the fragrance of earth, the smell of grass and various flowers, aging in the air. Walking inside, there is a lush Guo Huangshu.

Huangguoshu is in its heyday, and it seems to show people all its vitality. There are so many green leaves, one on top of the other, leaving no gaps.

Green shines on people's eyes, as if there is a new life trembling on every leaf. This beautiful and lush Huangguoshu! There is also a row of neat chairs under the Huangguoshu.

Old people enjoy the cool under the tree, drink tea and tell stories of revolutionary times; Young people are singing and dancing under the tree; The children are drawing and playing under the tree. Why is it not lively under this tree? There is also a big flower bed next to the chair. Several cannas guard the flower beds like steel soldiers. The flower bed is full of jasmine, cuckoo and rose.

Molly is white and has a faint fragrance; The cockscomb is as red as fire; Wei Zi is reddish, just like tremella; Rose white pollen is beautiful; Rhododendrons are rosy, like nine days in Xia Hong; Roses come in various colors and give off a refreshing smell. All kinds of flowers are interlaced, interwoven and mixed.

This colorful flower bed is like a colorful brocade, so dazzling, so brilliant, so bright! Now go in, that's the place to exercise. You can see some fitness equipment and table tennis tables.

Old people and young people exercise on fitness equipment. The students are playing table tennis.

The competition is so fierce that even birds fly in and shout the slogan "Come on, come on" for them. My yard is a harmonious, beautiful, happy, full and beautiful place.

2. My Garden Composition [My Garden Composition]

My family lives in Xin Kaipu Renhe Home and has a beautiful small yard. My courtyard composition. In the morning, I get up early. Before the sun came out completely, people had come down to do exercise. Some people are running, some are playing ball, some are doing gymnastics, some are playing games, some are riding bicycles ... Everyone's face is full of bright smiles. At noon, the sun has risen very high and people have gone home for lunch. The playground is empty, almost empty. It's very quiet, but you can still see several children playing football on the playground. They don't want to go home for lunch. They want to play for a while and then go back. At dusk, people came out again. At this time, the sun is about to set, the playground is golden, and people's faces are golden. At night, the sky is getting dark, the sun sets and the moon and stars come out. People come down for a walk to enjoy the cool after dinner, but some people exercise at noon in the morning and still exercise at night. Ah! My yard is really beautiful. I love my yard. Cao Yang, Class 4 (3) of Shazitang Tianhua Boarding School, my yard composition is 350 words.

3. My yard composition is 400 words (location) [My yard composition]

My yard is full of laughter all year round. Spring has come, and the grass sticks out their little heads to enjoy this beautiful world. Jasmine flowers spread their white petals, bringing fragrance to the world. Children wear clean and beautiful clothes and play all kinds of games. Old people take their grandchildren out for a walk and exercise. Young people joke while running. Summer is coming. The sun shines on the earth. A breeze blew, and weeping willows shook their slender branches and leaves, as if waving to us in a friendly way and dancing with us. There are long queues at the entrance of every supermarket, some buy popsicles, some buy drinks, and some buy exquisite small fans to reduce the fever. But there are still children's laughter and screams in the yard. Beautiful flowers and plants are just bare telephone poles, but cedar still has green leaves and tall branches. At this time, people are gradually increasing. Basketball courts, tennis courts and football fields are crowded with spectators watching the game. They don't know which side to cheer for, but they all shout here and there, and the players have answers. There is a joyful atmosphere in the yard. When winter comes, the yard becomes snowy. That little boy is having a good time! You are snow, I am snow, and their clothes and hats are white. Ah! What a charming little yard! My yard composition is 400 words.

4. How to write the composition "Beautiful Courtyard, My Home" Although the air in April is still a little cold, spring is slowly stretching in front of us.

Roughly speaking, I have been in college for almost two years, so this spring should be no stranger. On a warm spring day, I stood under a big ginkgo tree on campus, as if I had returned to that deja vu spring and entered the cycle of seasons ... Last year, it was also a beautiful spring day, I walked past this big ginkgo tree and wandered around Dagong's campus looking for the warmth of spring.

Magnolia quietly blooms. It is always the first flower of all. She can't even wait for the leaves to grow. White petals, such as porcelain jade, stretch incisively and vividly against the near transparent blue sky, and have a kind of beauty of no hiding and no scruples.

At that time, I had just started the second semester of college life, and my dreams were accumulating bit by bit. I always feel that there are too many things to achieve, but I am hesitant in my heart. The bloom of magnolia includes the accumulation and expectation of the whole winter, just like a person's accumulation process; I will give anything for the most beautiful moment.

When the campus is full of new green and flowers, I also gain full confidence. When this new green cluster becomes cool in summer, it will also attract the envy of other school students. They said that this naturalness and generosity reflected the profound charm of the university.

Under the big ginkgo tree in front of the main building is my favorite place. Such a ginkgo tree seems to appear in a fairy-tale dream. He looks at people enjoying the cool like an old man.

I used to sit quietly on the stone bench under the tree for a long time, watching the leisurely pigeons and magpies; Once I chatted aimlessly with my good friends here, I suddenly found a toddler staggering ... Every time I came here, I was happy, and my mouth would rise inadvertently, remembering my comfort. The impression about last autumn is the dribs and drabs we collected on campus when we were studying photography. The campus in the lens is a bit strange, and we really live in it.

During the day, I like riding a folding bike on the path and breathing the breath of the sea breeze blowing in the distance; I like the peace after the strong wind. On the night with the moon, I step on thick ginkgo leaves to cover the whole road. I like to go through the woods where magpies hide, climb Niu Jiao Mountain and stare at the mature autumn campus in the distance. When it comes to avoiding the cold, the first thing that comes to mind is the big classroom in the octagonal building.

Maybe sunshine likes it here, too, otherwise how can it spread a little precious warmth here in winter? Sunlight not only reflects its spaciousness, but also depicts its antiquity.

There is no way to know how many people have taken classes here and how many people have enjoyed the sunshine here, but there will certainly be many people who miss the warmth here as much as I do. The polished and shiny desktop records its history, but it can't tell its story.

Holding a cup of hot tea, taking out my own books, indulging in my own time, gradually forgetting what season and where. Campus should never be a simple splicing of buildings or a simple transfer of knowledge.

Its trees, flowers and rocks should all have their own stories, different stories. This is not only a place where we study, but also a place where we keep our youth, and it is an eternal memory that stays in our hearts.

5. Every paragraph of my yard composition describes the four seasons in my yard according to the structure of the total score. The yard in my yard is full of vitality and joy.

My yard changes greatly in the four seasons. In spring, everything revives and the sun shines gently on the earth.

The snow in the yard is slowly melting. There are many fruit trees in my home. In spring, the fruit trees germinated and gave off a faint fragrance, so I couldn't help picking the buds. Grandma told me that fruit trees that can't be picked will not blossom and bear fruit.

When the weather is warm, I will play games or roller-skate in the yard, and I will take my dog Lele around the yard to exercise my limbs. In summer, the fire of the sun shines on us, and it is too hot for us to stand.

The fruit trees in the yard have blossomed. As long as the wind blows, plum blossoms, cherry blossoms and apple pears all fall to the ground, which is very beautiful. Sometimes when the flowers fall, the dog plays in the vegetable field, covered in it and curious. I'm laughing beside me.

In the evening, it's nice to enjoy the cool, chat and eat some fruit in the yard. Autumn, autumn is crisp and the sky is blue.

The yard has changed again. White plum blossoms, cherry blossoms and apple pears have disappeared, leaving only yellow leaves on the ground, and there are many fruits in the yellow leaves. Sometimes, I will take a box to pick fruit. Those fruits are so sweet! I picked a lot in the yard to share with my family. In winter, white snow flowers gradually fall down, the trees and the ground in the yard are covered with silver winter clothes, and I also wear bloated cotton-padded clothes.

Whenever it snows, everyone in the family has to get up early to sweep the snow. My father and I will make a snowman together. The four seasons in my yard are really different.

6. My Courtyard Composition 450 words My Courtyard

My yard is beautiful all year round.

In spring, trees grow new branches and green leaves. The ice in the pond melted, and the fish in the ice finally breathed fresh air again. Swallows are back, and flocks of sparrows are twittering under the eaves, as if welcoming Miss Chun.

In summer, trees grow luxuriantly, and dense layers of branches and leaves tightly seal the door. Grandpa is enjoying the cool with a fan under the tree. Uncle and father are playing chess in the pavilion. Flowers are everywhere on the grass, like stars.

Maple leaves are as red as fire in autumn, and you can also contribute. Pines and cypresses look greener and the grass turns yellow. On the fruit tree, there are red, big, fragrant and sweet apples and small black winter dates. Beautiful swallows fly back to the south for the winter.

In winter, the grass hides quietly in the soil. A few leaves are left on the tree, falling like beautiful butterflies. Those hibernating animals are: long snakes, small squirrels, hedgehogs covered with needles. Snowflakes fell from the sky, and before long, houses, trees and roofs were covered with a thick layer of snow.

Ah! My yard is beautiful all year round.

How to write a composition in my backyard? My backyard must be 600 words.

When summer comes, my backyard is busy: tomatoes, eggplant, beans and grapes, you won't let me, I won't let you, competing to grow.

Mature tomatoes are covered with branches, some like big red apples and some like small lanterns. It looks great against the green leaves. Walking into the yard, I only feel fragrant and refreshing.

Bright purple eggplant hangs on the branches, and some are like shy little girls, timidly hiding behind the leaves. Some are like fearless Hercules, who are pregnant and will crush the branches.

Beans climb all over the shelf. Beans hang in the air, some like a curved moon, some like knives. Interestingly, if you pick a bean and stick it on your shirt, it will stick to it. Touch it with your hands, delicate, smooth and lovely green.

Behind my backyard is a row of grape racks. More than a dozen vines are coiled on the shelf like more than a dozen green dragons. A thick layer of grape seedling leaves covered the whole shelf tightly, leaving no gap. If you go under the grape trellis, there will be no holes in the sky. It is cool and pleasant here. The sun shines through the leaves, which is really a good place to escape the summer. There is a bunch of grapes hanging on the shelf, like pearls and agates, which are crystal clear and radiant. Just ripe grapes are purple, and ripe grapes are bright in purple, pleasing to the eye and mouth-watering. Pick one, put it in your mouth and take a bite. Sweet juice, smooth flesh, let your mouth stay fragrant. When I swallowed it, I felt a faint sour taste, and suddenly my cheeks were full of saliva. You can't help having another drink. ...

8. Composition of Chinese in Grade Four. How to write in my yard "A nest of gold and silver is not as good as our own kennel." My home is at No.98/KLOC-0, Shizhou Avenue, Huangniba. Although the yard area is small, it is very attractive.

In spring, the trees have just sprouted, but the grass has been inlaid with all kinds of flowers. White is pure and flawless, yellow is bright and dazzling, red is like fire, blue is steady and fresh, and pink is petite and lovely. Sometimes, passers-by will be attracted by this charming sight and come to visit again and again. (Comment: The contrast is wonderful! )

In summer, the flowers have faded, but there is no lack of brilliance. The tree is one year older and full of leaves. The "restless" grass on the grass is everywhere and green, but the green is also regular, light green, green, dark green and even blue-green. Everybody crowded together, so lively! (Comment: The description is very personal! )

In autumn, fallen leaves wipe the ground and sweep the ground that has just been washed by autumn rain. Red with yellow, yellow with green. The brown trunk is "weather-beaten", but it still stands there, and several little guys are still unwilling to leave. Under the tree is a well-proportioned carpet. Walking on it feels like walking on a trampoline. The grass has some history and began to turn yellow, just like an ancient book. The vegetation has withered, but the osmanthus has blossomed. They are small, crowded together in groups of three or five, and the combination of light yellow and green can give off such a refreshing fragrance, not to mention "thyme", at least the whole yard is immersed in this faint fragrance.

In winter, from a distance, the grass is yellow-green, and the branches are twisted and tangible, just like an ink painting, which outlines the branches of trees with dry and thick ink. If it snows, the tree will be covered with a layer of snow thicker than itself, which will make people sweat. The needle-like leaves of Cycas can sting your hands, but if there is a layer of snow, you will feel that the moving body seems to be different from its character.

In the early morning, there was a chill in the air, and the small raindrops dripping from the wet grass tips fell into the soil along the "slide", and occasionally a few hurried figures flashed on the road. Finally, the sun jumped into the sky bit by bit, pushed aside the clouds and stood at the highest point, giving you no less warmth. The path is full of small ponds, and the children jump over it to go to school. The adults also smiled and walked slowly to work. Birds can't wait to jump on the branches and sing the infinite beauty of the morning. ...

Night and morning are completely different scenes. The sun dyed the sunset glow red, red and pink, and the gradient was seamless. On the basketball court, the boys are sweating like rain; On the way, the adults talked happily pushing the sleeping children. The wind washed away the heat, blowing from all directions, mixed with a fragrance, whether it is the fragrance of soil or flowers. Lying on the grass, the soil gently kisses your skin, but the grass moves to tease you. Close your eyes and you can only hear cicadas singing. ...

At the end of the path, there is a pavilion with historical stories painted on the wall, and the fitness equipment has been embroidered and creaked, which seems to be telling ancient stories. The dog barked a few times behind the tree, and I was intoxicated by this beautiful picture. ...

9. How to write my yard? My family has a yard, which is different from other people's yards because my father built it himself.

All kinds of plants are planted in my small yard. There are beautiful lilacs, lovely azaleas and cold-resistant plum blossoms. Among them, I like lilacs best. In the season when lilacs are in full bloom, I have never noticed that they are so beautiful, with slender buds, delicate flower hearts and a faint fragrance, which makes people want to sing a song at first sight. Every time I see it, I feel it smiling at me.

Today, my father brought them a new friend from the garden, that is Parthenocissus tricuspidata. The book says that Parthenocissus is very strong. It is not afraid of wind and rain, nor is it afraid of falling leaves and roots. Every time the root is broken, it will slowly grow new ones. They all say that the old ones don't go and the new ones don't come. It rained heavily that night, and I couldn't sleep. I thought Parthenocissus tricuspidata would be submerged by the rain, but I thought it was so strong, and its tenacious vitality must be fighting the rainstorm at the moment. Get up in the morning and have a look in the yard. As I expected, Parthenocissus tricuspidata is smiling at me!

One day, I went to my neighbor's house to be a guest, and I saw that there were creepers in his house. I always feel that his Parthenocissus is not as good-looking as mine. After a while, the neighbor will water his flowers, and I think I will water them once, because my mother waters them every time. I ran home to water the flowers. I didn't know how much to water, so I asked my mother for guidance. I started pouring half a bucket of water, and my mother quickly shouted, "Too much, the flowers will drown." I gently ordered another drop, and my mother said, "When will this drop be watered?" I said, "I won't water it, it's really troublesome!" " At this time, my mother came over and patted me on the shoulder and said, "Be patient in everything. What can I do if I can't persist? " I thought about it and watered the flowers.

I often think that if only all the small yards belonged to our family, then we could grow many kinds of plants.