The yard behind my house has nurtured my growth and is full of childhood fun and love. The following is the relevant information about the essay describing the scenery of the small yard that I have compiled for you. Welcome to read it! Prose example 1

describing the scenery of a small courtyard was called by birds in the early morning. Putting on clothes and being admitted to the hospital, the fallen leaves danced gracefully and started a yard autumn wind. A few stone benches, a stone table, a rockery next to it, dotted with sporadic ferns, have the leisure of evacuation. Osmanthus fragrans in Gu Zhuo drifts the fragrance far away, seeps into the heart and spleen, and enters the lungs and bones. A few sticks of bamboo, a few clumps of banana shadows and a few pots of chrysanthemum yellow. Don't miss such a beautiful scenery, so grab a cigarette, light it, sit quietly, listen to the autumn sound quietly, and watch the autumn in this yard.

is this the sound of autumn? As if from ancient times, there is a distant fate with me, so my heart is touched by it and I am intoxicated in the boundless rustling. First, there is a rustling sound, and it is finely broken, such as a clear spring flowing through the stone, the guzheng is gently debugged, and the jade falls to the ground. Then, like rain over the bamboo forest, chess fell on the jade plate, horses and swords clanged. In a blink of an eye, like flying stones and sand, thousands of horses are screaming, the sea is at high tide, and landslides are cracking. Look at the wind, it's not violent, it's quiet, it's swaying, and it's resting, but the sound is so spectacular, as if it comes from the breath of the abdomen deep in the earth, and it has accumulated huge energy, which is thick and thin, and a little action is enough to make the world shake.

what kind of wind is this? Powerful, bleak, atmospheric, majestic and heroic. Diffuse between heaven and earth, Wan Li rivers and mountains. Is this the glory of the big fellow? Or the broad-minded style in the prosperous Tang Dynasty? As if from Zhuangzi's article, Wang Yang is unbridled and invincible. In an instant, it becomes endless autumn sounds, galloping, rushing, sweeping and rushing.

The wind direction is changeable, just like Xu Zhimo's poem "I don't know which direction the wind blows". Standing in the wind, I feel a little dizzy. Is it the west wind of the Atlantic Ocean or the north wind of Siberia? Or the east wind from the Pacific Ocean, or the south wind from the Indian Ocean? Intersection, integration, contradiction and unity. Is this the 5,-year civilization of China? Tolerance, vicissitudes, atmosphere and romance. Pulled by the autumn sound, I walked unconsciously out of the courtyard and into Shan Ye. The heavens and the earth are empty, and the distant mountains are like smoke, far away, like the Mi Jiashan water in the water-colored Mo Yun. Hold your breath, concentrate, abandon your distractions, and immerse yourself in the cool autumn wind, as if you were the Dapeng roaming between heaven and earth, soaring with the hurricane, and enjoying the infinity.

actually, the heart is the universe, that's right. The heart is so small, as small as mustard seed, but it can accommodate all the worlds. Let my little heart be integrated with the universe. Perhaps, I am a speck in the universe, and when the wind blows, it will disperse. Perhaps, I am really outside the universe, and this universe is just an illusion in my dream.

I like being alone. Being alone with nature gives me the feeling that my mind creates everything. How wonderful is it that everything is born in the heart and everything is destroyed in the heart? It's unspeakable. I like to walk in the fields in autumn, thinking nothing and forgetting everything. Sometimes all day, I lie on my back on the yellow grass by the river and watch the continuous clouds in the sky. Fusion, fusion, re-fusion, and finally became a whole gray sky, as warm as jade and as smooth as marble. Night birds return home, farmers return home, and the shadows of several trees are hazy in the fields. At this time, the screen colors are four-in-one, the world is empty, the wilderness is independent, and the boundless night is in my arms, so there is Chen Ziang: "where, before me, are the ages that have gone?, and where, behind me, are the coming generations?. I think of heaven and earth, without limit, without end, and I am all alone and my tears fall down! " Desolation and emotion. I like this feeling, empty, lofty, far away from people, and my heart is quieter and cleaner.

what a cool autumn! Independent wilderness, you can be alone. The world is magnificent, and I am calm. Let the wind from east to west, penetrate the chest, stretch your arms, and take heaven and earth into your arms! The sky is high, the land is vast, the night is desolate, the fields are quiet, the rivers are winding and the wind is mighty. The sun, the moon and the stars, everything in the world, entered my heart. Who, wielding a sword and asking for heaven? Who's writing poems? Who is independent in the cold autumn, whispering: "Ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?"

the wind is rising, majestic, copious and killing. What kind of autumn is this? Prosperity and decline exist, desolation and aestheticism coexist. Autumn wind, the heart thoughtfully. Qin Huang Hanwu, Genghis Khan, outlaw hero, many heroes, Jin Ge iron horse, traveled all over Wan Li. The setting sun is like blood, and Cangshan is like the sea. Wan Li Great Wall, how many people's bones are buried. The yellow sand in the desert has lost the blood of many brave men. The rise and fall of the dynasty, cycle after cycle. No one can escape death, and no one can escape reincarnation. It turns out that everything is empty and good. Because I see the sky, I love this color even more, especially the quiet and beautiful color in autumn. This color is clear but not turbid, beautiful but not demon, beautiful and vicissitudes.

Walk on the rugged buildings, feel the quietness and coolness of the earth, and taste the beauty, maturity, charm and charm of autumn. My mind and body are empty, I abandon my ears and eyes. I am listening to the natural sounds with my heart and observing the magnificent color of autumn with my heart.

Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, and it will soon be frosty in Wan Li, and the forest will be completely dyed. I like the quiet beauty that burns like a fire, but it is not a fire. I like the freedom, freedom, liberation and freedom of mind. Like that kind of natural and unrestrained and heroic in heaven and in the world. The world belongs to everyone, but also to me. Life is like a dream. What I say and see in my dream is just a smile. Make a pot of tea, pour a pot of wine, sip slowly, calmly, coldly, coldly, and watch the world.

The world is just a painting, a word and a poem. If you look at the Buddha's eyes, the earth is just a grain of sand, the sea is just a drop of water, and the universe is just a cloud floating in my heart, small, too small, as small as a mustard seed, and then it disappears. But we can also enlarge it, pull it out of our hearts, draw great rivers and mountains, point out the sun, the moon and the stars, spill everything in the world, add wind and rain, thunder and lightning, sunshine and moonlight, and then there will be a world.

American writing

With the sky as the cover and the earth as the seat, I am between heaven and earth. I, the center of the world, sit still and everything in the world will flow in my heart.

what kind of painting is this? Atmosphere, bold, solemn, romantic and freehand brushwork. The Kunlun Mountains meander, the Himalayas cross, the Altai Mountains meander, and the Changbai Mountains are beautiful. Five mountains are cut out, the Qinling Mountains are traced out, Qilian Mountains are hooked out, and Alishan Mountain is pointed out. China, a rooster in Eurasia, has his back to Russia, his tail to India, his beak to North Korea, his foot to Japan and his intention to the United States. What a masterpiece of freehand brushwork, natural ingenuity, indeed no one can match.

Draw the clouds in the north of Saibei, faint the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, dye the yellow sand in the desert, hook up the vast grassland, draw out the beautiful scenery of the five lakes, splash out the vast expanse of the world, and wipe out the mountains and rivers of Wan Li. Two dragons, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, criss-crossed and rushed out from the ink center. The Yarlung Zangbo River rushes, the Pearl River growls, the Haihe River, the Huaihe River and the Songhua River run through it. Long Mai, majestic and stretching, hidden and conspicuous, is the cradle of oriental civilization. Heaven and earth are mysterious and virtuous. Between heaven and earth, I am China.

Look, the mountains are towering over Wan Ren and skyscrapers; All rivers run into the sea, broad. The Himalayas are frozen and snowy, and there is a sacred mountain on the roof of the world-Mount Everest, which stands at the top of the earth. Taishan Xiong, the five mountains are the best in the world; Huashan insurance, overlooking the Yellow River in the north by the Qinling Mountains; Mount Heng is strange, the cantilever beam is the foundation, and the two peaks confront each other; Songshan lies, extremely steep in the sky, lying across the middle earth. Hengyue has deep valleys and treacherous clouds, and the degree should be balanced, which is the wing of the stars. The wild goose is rugged and skinny, with a towering wall, a dragon plate and a tiger, and a pillar of the sky. The beauty of the moth's eyebrows, the beauty of the temples, the beauty of the makeup, and the mountains and mountains are wonderful. Huangshan Mountain is craggy with grotesque peaks, hanging upside down and waterfalls.

Look, Wuyishan is quiet, Lushan is beautiful, and Zhangjiajie stands proudly. The Yaochi in Tianshan Mountain, the bells in Wutai Mountain, the tidal sound in Putuo Mountain, the Buddha's light in Emei and Jiuhua, the way of Wudang and Qingcheng … I am in your arms, and you are in my heart. The beautiful love of Yulong Snow Mountain, the deer turning back at the ends of the earth, the unyielding spirit on the mainstay, entering the heart and dreaming.

Look, Dongting is charming, a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, with 8 miles of clouds and smoke; Taihu Lake is beautiful, 36, hectares, with vast clear waves; Hongze Gentle and graceful, Millennium ancient dike, 18 Bay. Poyang enchanting, Chaohu graceful ... Three mountains towering, five mountains skyscrapers; The five lakes are quiet and the four seas are tumbling; The earth is moist and the rivers are vertical and horizontal; Thousands of mountains and valleys, clouds and clouds. Green mountains and clear waters, beautiful countryside ...

Stroll in the countryside, indulge in nature, feel between heaven and earth, read a casual book and be a leisure person. Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, camellia, all enter the mind, and the heart and pen are integrated, and they are carried away. The Great Wall is winding, the Forbidden City is magnificent, the Terracotta Warriors and Horses are mighty, and the Mogao Grottoes are vicissitudes ... The mountains and rivers in Wan Li are just images in my mind, moving with my heart and coming into being at will. Hold the pen, stand still, and sink into the abdomen. Swing one's hair, splash ink, brush away the dragon and snake, live in harmony with each other, be sparse and happy, and be impenetrable. Yan Jin Liu Gu, square solemn and big, simple and vigorous; If you are drunk, if you are surprised, if you are Youlong; Have a well-thought-out plan, intend to write first, ink and wash blend, heaven and earth, Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, integration and entanglement. Suzaku and Xuanwu, Yin and Yang, Elegance and Vulgarity, Heaven and Earth, Day and Moon, Men and Women, Opposing and Uniting, Jin Mu in Fire, Water and Earth, Mutual Generation and Mutual Resistance; One is everything, everything is one. Everything in the world is in Tai Chi gossip and empty color.

The heroism of heroes, the charm of beauties, the detachment of hermits, the freedom of poets, farming culture and modern civilization are all flowing and gestating in paper and ink. Yan is thin and fat, green and fat, red and thin, tang style Song Yun, Han and Wei style, beautiful China Red, all in this great nature, all in my heart.

who is the hero in the world? Laozi rode an ox, Zhuangzi dreamed of butterflies, Confucius climbed Mount Tai while the world was small, and the Buddha smiled.

the heart is an epic. The winding mountains and rivers are like the periods in an epic. The years are vicissitudes, and the mountains and rivers are vigorous, with a kind of sadness, a kind of grandeur, and a kind of restlessness and noise that is quiet to the extreme. I like quiet, like places where fireworks are scarce, watching mang forests and streams, abandoning dust and noise, and looking for the holy land of the soul and the pure land of the soul in the empty valley without people. I like to be in a quiet place, watching the sky high, the ocean blue, the earth deep and the grassland far away. Hugo said: "The ocean is the vastest in the world, the sky is the vastest, and the human mind is the vastest. "Yes, the heart is the biggest.

5, years of civilization, a snap of a finger, an instant. Hundreds of millions of years are also short-lived, such as white clouds and pale dogs. Sitting on the lotus platform, watching the world of mortals coldly, without arguing, arguing, saying nothing, saying nothing, having a Zen mind and being free. Close your eyes and watch, everything is empty.

isn't heaven and earth also a yard? We are all in the yard. Autumn wind rises, the weather is cold, dear, please add clothes. Example of prose describing the scenery of small courtyard 2

The town is 2 kilometers north of the provincial capital and used to be an important post station on the Qin-Long Passage. Although not as famous as the four famous towns in China, it is also famous in Gansu because of its rich coal and pottery industry.

A few decades ago, there were dozens of quadrangles, large and small, in the town, which were the houses of some rich people in the town at that time. With the passage of time and the evolution of history, coupled with man-made destruction, most of the quadrangles in the town have disappeared, and the remaining ones have been completely unrecognizable because of several alterations and renovations. Only this quadrangle in the center of the town still retains its original appearance when it was first built a hundred years ago.

Let the time go back to more than 7 years ago.

This is the most glorious period in the history of this quadrangle.

The quadrangle with strict layout and reasonable structure, sitting south to north, occupies the best position in the center of the town. All the houses in the hospital were the most fashionable "board decoration" at that time, and the wooden decoration of the same color was bright and clean. Just south is the upper hall that stands on a high terrace of more than one meter, with three eaves. The house and the steps are paved with square blue bricks. To the north is the lower hall, with slightly lower steps and three eaves. There are also three eaves in the east mansion, and only the eaves in the west mansion are shallow. Under the eaves more than two meters deep, there are four pillars standing on the pillars to support the eaves, which makes the house look stable and atmospheric. There are four doors in the middle of the upper and lower rooms. The upper half of the four doors is window lattice, and the middle is exquisite hollow wood carving, which is carved with "Qinqi Calligraphy and Painting" and "Mei Lan Ju Zhu" respectively. The windows of the houses on all sides are chessboard windows about the size of a room. The upper hall is the master's main room, with a rectangular piano table with a steady square table and elegant and steady plush chairs on both sides. There are Japanese chimes on the table, big vases and cloisonne tea pots painted with figures from the Three Kingdoms, and round hat boxes. There is a kang cabinet with drama characters painted on it, and the cabinet is painted with large wooden boxes. The kang is covered with brightly colored Russian tapestry. Celebrity calligraphy and painting are hung on the wall. On the edge of the kang is a pure copper square plate stove. There is a huge plaque about two meters long and one meter wide hanging above the middle of the door, with white characters on a blue background and four powerful characters of "Accumulated Thick Streamer" that dazzle people's eyes. Dongsha House is the bedroom of the eldest son and his wife. The West Mansion is a vinegar room (the old owner also runs homemade vinegar), and the room is filled with jars and pots for brewing vinegar. Making vinegar is the task of the old master's wife. She makes vinegar every two months. Before you start brewing vinegar, you should respectfully burn incense for the "Vinegar Empress" and pray for her blessing to brew good vinegar. By the time the vinegar is fermented and the vinegar is oozing out from the faucet made of bamboo, the whole courtyard is filled with a strong vinegar smell. The lower hall is separated from the middle, with pavement in front and living room and living room in the back. The pavement is located in the center of the town, and the plaque of "Jiuruheng" with blue cloth and white characters under the eaves of the pavement is fluttering in the wind. The goods in the shop were mainly farm tools and daily necessities used by farmers at that time. There are two long wooden stools in front of the counter, and the old owner warmly receives the customers coming and going. To the north of the pavement is the gate, and a plaque inscribed by a celebrity is hung above the gate.

The courtyard is surrounded by four houses, which form a courtyard of more than 1 square meters. If you add the spacious steps of the eaves rooms on three sides, the whole courtyard will have nearly 2 square meters of space. There is a wooden flower stand in the middle of the courtyard, with square, round and hexagonal flower pots, and all kinds of exotic flowers bloom in season. In summer, the big windows of four houses can be erected, which makes the room both bright and airy.

the entrance to the southwest corner of the hospital is a tunnel. Through the aisle and up a dozen steps, here is a small courtyard with four houses on the east and west sides. Song people say, "How deep is the courtyard". From the street gate to this small courtyard, it twists and turns, which makes people feel "how deep".

At this time, the owner of the quadrangle, after more than ten years' hard work, has created an industry envied by people in the town. There are two real estate quadrangles (the other quadrangle is located 5 meters east of the quadrangle mentioned in the article, which was classified as public in the "housing reform" in the 195s), one pavement, and dozens of acres of land nearby, which has become one of the few well-off families in the town. At this time, the owner of the quadrangle is in the heyday of the spring breeze, his family business is booming, and his family is thriving, which can be described as flowers and flames. In particular, the fact that his eldest son was admitted to Peking University became a great event in the small town, because before that, the scholars in the small town had never been so honored. At that time, in order to celebrate his son's high school, the old master hosted a banquet at home for three days to entertain the guests from all over the world who came to congratulate him. More than 5 local squires jointly invited Mr. Shuizi, then the director of the provincial education department, to write two plaques, which are the "accumulated streamer" hanging under the eaves of the upper class and the one hanging in the university.