Beautiful natural scenery short sentence
1. Chun is a painter. "Look at the red and wet place, spend a lot of money to crown the city", which is the poet's praise for spring. When I read this poem aloud, the beauty of spring seemed to be in front of me. A man is painting the spring of nature with his magic brush. Look, fruit trees are blooming brightly, farmers' uncles are sowing seeds of hope in the fields, willows are spitting out new buds, and grass is growing out of the dark soil ... the smell of spring is everywhere!
The tired moon is resting in the clouds, leaving only a few stars as if on sentry duty.
The Zhanghe River is sparkling, like a Youlong, swinging its long body.
The missed scenery will come back again. What I need is to regain my mood when I look at the scenery.
In the quiet night sky, the stars all over the sky are playing with each other, blinking as if looking at all kinds of interesting and beautiful scenery on the earth! Teacher Yue came late and shyly pulled a headscarf to cover her face. The stars and the moon seem to be the guardians of the night sky. The stars are sometimes grouped together, sometimes like a "1" and sometimes like an umbrella.
6. It's true. Many things are hard for us because we can't let go, such as being cheated, retaliating, satirizing, resenting and criticizing. Most people only care about the matter itself and indulge in the unpleasant emotions it brings. In fact, if you change your mood, the world will be completely different.
7. The lake is calm and clear. The white clouds in the sky and the surrounding peaks are clearly reflected in the water, and the sky shadow of the lake is seamless. The only things floating in this quiet lake are some birds. People say that mountains are changeable, but lakes are also changeable, light blue, dark blue, light green and dark green. On the lake, the boundaries are clear.
8. I love nature, especially the wind, which is the soul of nature. The wind brings spirit, truthfulness and agility to nature, and makes it alive. I am intoxicated in the wind, intoxicated in the truth and tranquility of the wind, intoxicated in the slowness and rigidity of the wind. I really want to write a ode to the wind with the color of nature.