Sentence of scene transition to weather
Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky is soft, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to hear the song of a soaring lark, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wing of time. When it flies away, it unfolds for an instant. So dusk.
The earth put on a golden sweater, and boxwood leaves and bright maple leaves fell down, as if several colorful butterflies were flying in the air. Although the frost came, Grandpa Song Qing still wore a green robe, which made him look greener. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow, which is beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon tree have fallen, but Huang Chengcheng's persimmon still hangs on his finger. The red begonia bent all the branches. Under the blue sky, there are endless green mountains and trees, and all kinds of unknown wild flowers are in full bloom in the jungle, blooming as gorgeous as clouds.
Let us feel the freshness of the grassland in the vast grassland, prove our smallness in the sky, and wander into a white cloud, a cheerful sheep or a flexible grass in the wilderness.
When the sun just appeared, I walked along the river to the village. The faint and clear fog, the moist and moist smell of earth kept patting my face and getting into my nose.
The glow of the sky gradually faded, the crimson color turned crimson, and the crimson color turned pale red. Finally, when all these red lights disappeared, the sky suddenly appeared high and far away and presented a solemn scene. The first morning star appeared, flashing in the dark blue sky. It is big and bright, and it is the only star that radiates extraordinary brilliance and vitality in the whole vast sky.
In late autumn, the fields were silent, and the lake behind them was like a huge mirror.
I have never been to the grassland. However, grasslands are my favorite, just like deserts and mountains. This kind of love is from the heart, from the depths of life.
The afternoon sun was so strong that even the water in the rice fields was steamed to make a tiny noise. Exposed to the sun, the leaves of the seedlings lost their light green luster and there was no wind. People are walking on the ridge with seedlings on both sides. They are so sultry and sweaty that they can't breathe well. No one wants to come out.
The fog blurred the mountain. The mountain strengthened the belief of fog. Surrounding, attachment, lingering, dribs and drabs, will not leave easily. Not frivolous abandonment. That moment is forever.
Shortly after sunset, the orange sunset glow was still burning in the western sky. The sea is also dyed red by the sunset glow, which is more spectacular than the sky. Because it is active, whenever rows of waves surge, the sunset glow reflected on the peak is red and bright, just like a flaming flame, flashing and disappearing. The back row is flashing and disappearing.
On summer nights, the wild noise of finches hovers in the sky through dusk. On a moonlit night, frogs croak like balls, just like bubbles floating on a pond. If this old house hadn't been rocked by heavy trucks all the time, just like the earth rocked in the heat, you would never expect to live in Paris. ..