Sentences describing the beauty of scenery

Bright midsummer shines in England; The sky is so clear and the sun is so bright. It is rare for us to have such good weather in Langwei, and now it has been like this for many days in a row. It seems that there is a group of Italian weather, like cheerful passing birds flying from the south, perching on the cliffs of albion. Hay has been collected; The fields around Thornfield are green and have been harvested. The road is white and hard by the sun, the trees are lush, and the hedges and Woods are densely covered with leaves, which is in good contrast with the bright grassland where the sun shines. This is the most lovely moment in twenty-four hours-"the day has exhausted its blazing fire," and the dew falls coolly on the breathing plains and charred hilltops. Where the sun sets, there are no gorgeous clouds, but a solemn purple. At a certain point above a small mountain peak, the ruby is burning like fire, spreading to high places and far away, and becoming soft, covering half the sky. The east has its own pleasant blue beauty, its own humble gem, a lonely star rising slowly; It will soon be proud of the moon, but now the moon is still below the horizon. This vast grassland is rarely clean. Clean enough to make no noise. This herb is green and yellow, as if someone were giving orders in unison. In addition to grass, it is the trees on the hillside. Trees are patches of forest, but they are as neat as freshly cut cakes, arranged in square or long geometric figures. Monochrome birch with a white trunk and a dark green crown. From a distance, a forest is like a three-color mahjong tile, or a few blocks on a yellow carpet. Occasionally, a few lonely trees are inserted there, like a girl with white socks and a green skirt. Under the blue sky, there are three levels of cleanliness: yellow green, white and dark green. I am surprised that there is no transition between this tree and the grassland. There are no overgrown shrubs and wormwood, and there are not even short trees. What emerges from the carpet is a tree like a wall, as neat as the cypress wall that is often trimmed in the park. The strange beauty of neatness and decoration in front of me makes me doubt that it is not in nature. A long corridor with high and low twists and turns is separated by the same high and low flower walls, forming two long corridors inside and outside, which is the cloister. The whole garden of Canglang Pavilion is surrounded by this long and beautiful corridor. The veranda of the cloister is close to the clear water pool outside the garden. When you walk through the veranda, it seems that you are not in the garden, but walking in the lush fields and countryside outside the garden. However, when you turn your face and look through the flower wall, you can vaguely see the swaying trees, ancient pavilions, bamboo and red flowers in the garden, swaying with the wind and having a unique flavor. If you walk through the inner gallery, you can enjoy the architectural arts such as pavilions, rockeries, small pavilions shaded by bananas, halls with cornices and walls, but when you turn your face and look through the window from the flower wall, the scenery outside the garden will soon enter your eyes. This corridor is really full of miracles. At the end of the corridor is a ladder to climb the building, and the small building is called Jianshanlou. When you climb the building, you can see the walls, rivers and ancient pagodas in Suzhou, as well as the far side. Now she sees a land and a group of blue mountains spread out in front of her. The shining white snow on the top of the mountain looks like a sleeping swan. Along the coast is a beautiful green forest. There is a church or monastery in front of the forest-she doesn't know its name, but it will always be a building. There are some lemon trees and orange trees in its garden, and a tall palm tree stands in front of it. The sea forms a small bay here. The water is calm, but it is deep from here to the cliff, with a lot of fine sand. The sunshine was warm and soft, and the beautiful spring scenery of Georgia unfolded before her eyes. Clusters of blackberries along the road have turned green together, covering up the red soil gullies washed down by winter rain. The granite pebbles exposed from the red soil have begun to be covered with Rosa laevigata roses, surrounded by lavender wild Roland. On the wooded hill high on the river bank, Cornus officinalis is full of glittering and translucent white flowers, as if the residual snow is still reluctant to part with the evergreen trees. The flowering hawthorn tree bloomed in the wind and began to change from delicate white to pink. Wild honeysuckle weaves scarlet, orange and rose carpets among the withered pine branches under the tree. The breeze is mixed with the fragrance of new shrubs and wild flowers, and the whole world is delicious.