美文不仅陶冶情操,净化心灵,激励人们志存高远,勇往直前,而且还美文飘香,给人以精神享受,给人以美感。下面是小编带来的关于英语写景美文欣赏，欢迎阅读!

关于英语写景美文欣赏篇一

Autumn in the gloomy depression of the eyes is a symbol of autumn is in the eyes of the farmer's harvest, but in the eyes of love the autumn is a beautiful picture. - Title in mind

Spondee have the advent of several autumn, autumn's picture has been lightly started, the fall of the angels came gently, and she get rid of the hot summer, cool autumn wind brought about a refreshing, but also brought about by different colors The gift of new clothes to do all things.

Of view, the messenger of autumn came saw her simply pass play, the wind blowing through the breeze. Xiaocaohu were immediately put on new clothes golden, as if the carpet is a great shop to the distance. Welcomed the arrival of autumn messenger.

The messenger of autumn light footsteps strode to the field. Well, the corn is full Jingying his white teeth smile envoy welcomed the arrival of Autumn. Look, see the fall of the messenger of sorghum also sorry it! Face up to red. Look fast, look at the rice beautiful new clothes themselves laughed.

The messenger came to the orchard in autumn, the persimmon Ilex look put new clothes, red face . Like a red lantern. Look at the pear , like a doll in the tree, so cute.

The messenger came to the garden in autumn, finger, chrysanthemum are competing to open up new clothes to wear, colorful, red, yellow, pink, and how beautiful and go through the dance-hyun, the United States and the world dress up more.

Autumn, how beautiful the words. You, you find that it comes in around it?

秋在悲观的人眼里是萧条的象征，秋在农夫的眼里是丰收，但在爱秋的人眼里却是一幅优美的画卷。——题记

纷纷扬扬几场秋雨的降临，秋的画卷也被轻轻展开，秋的使者也轻轻地来了，她赶走了炽热的夏日，唤来凉爽的秋风,带来了清爽，还带来各色的新衣给万物做礼物。

看，秋的使者跋山涉水走来，只见她挥一挥衣袖，微风拂过。小草们立刻换上了金黄的新衣，仿佛是一块巨大的地毯铺向远方。欢迎秋天使者的到来。

秋的使者迈着轻盈的步履来到田野。看，那晶莹饱满的玉米正露出洁白的牙齿微笑着欢迎秋之使者的到来。快看，高粱见到秋的使者还不好意思呢!把脸蛋涨得通红。快瞧，那黄灿灿的稻谷看者自己漂亮的新衣都笑弯了腰。

秋的使者来到果园，看那满树的柿子换上新衣，羞得脸蛋通红。像一个个红灯笼。看那黄澄澄的鸭梨，像一个娃娃在树上，那么可爱。

秋的使者来到庭院，弹弹手指，菊花们穿着新衣竞先开放，姹紫嫣红，红的、黄的、粉的，多么美丽，跳着炫舞，把世界打扮得更美。

秋，多么美丽的字眼。你，发现它降临在你身边了吗?

关于英语写景美文欣赏篇二

From the window of my room, I could see a tall cotton-rose hibiscus. In spring, when green foliage was half hidden by mist, the tree looked very enchanting dotted with red blossom. This inspiring neighbor of mine often set my mind working. I gradually regarded it as my best friend.

Nevertheless, when I opened the window one morning, to my amazement, the tree was almost bare beyond recognition as a result of the storm ravages the night before. Struck by the plight, I was seized with a sadden saddens at the thought “all the blossom is doomed to fall”. I could not help sighing with emotion: the course of life never runs smooth, for there are so many ups and downs, twists and turns. The vicissitudes of my life saw my beloved friends parting one after another. Isn’t it similar to the tree shedding its flowers in the wind?

This event faded from my memory as time went by. One day after I came home from the countryside, I found the room stuffy and casually opened the window. Something outside caught my eye and dazzled me. It was a plum tree all scarlet with blossom set off beautifully by the sunset. The surprise discovery overwhelmed me with pleasure. I wondered why I had no idea of some unyielding life sprouting over the fallen petals when I was grieving for the hibiscus.

When the last withered petal dropped, all the joyful admiration for the hibiscus sank into oblivion as if nothing was left, until the landscape was again ablaze with the red plum blossom to remind people of life’s alternation and continuance. Can’t it be said that life is actually a symphony, a harmonious composition of loss gain.

Standing by the window lost in thought for a long time, I realized that no scenery in the world remains unchanged. As long as you keep your heart basking in the sun, every dawn will present a fine prospect for you to unfold and the world will always be about new hopes.

关于英语写景美文欣赏篇三

The Window

There were once two men, both seriously ill, in the same small room of a great hospital. Quite a small room, it had one window looking out on the world. One of the men, as part of his treatment, was allowed to sit up in bed for an hour in the afternoon (something to do with draining the fluid from his lungs ). His bed was next to the window. But the other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

Every afternoon when the man next to the window was propped up for his hour, he would pass the time by describing what he could see outside. The window apparently overlooked a park where there was a lake. There were ducks and swans in the lake, and children came to throw them bread and sail model boats. Young lovers walked hand in hand beneath the trees, and there were flowers and stretches of grass, games of softball. And at the back, behind the fringe of trees, was a fine view of the city skyline.

The man on his back would listen to the other man describe all of this, enjoying every minute. He heard how a child nearly fell into the lake,and how beautiful the girls were in their summer dresses.His friends descriptions eventually made him feel he could almost see what was happening outside.

Then one fine afternoon, the thought struck him: Why should the man next to the window have all the pleasure of seeing what was going on? Why shouldn't I get the chance? He felt ashamed, but the more he tried not to think like that, the worse he wanted a change. He'd do anything! One night as he stared at the ceiling, the other man suddenly woke up, coughing and choking, his hands groping for the button that would bring the nurse running. But the man watched without moving-even when the sound of breathing stopped. In the morning, the nurse found the other man dead,and quietly took his body away.

As soon as it seemed decent, the man asked if he could be switched to the bed next to the window. So they moved him, tucked him in, and made him quite comfortable. The minute they left, he propped himself up on one elbow, painfully and laboriously, and looked out the window.

It faced a blank wall .