Looking for good words, sentences and poems to describe the appearance and scenery. 100 points.

1. Lingling is less than two years old and chubby. There is a pair of watery glasses on the rosy little face. The pigtails are sticking up to the sky, and the pink hairband is bouncing on the head, like two flying colorful butterflies. What's especially cute is her smart little mouth.

2. Teacher Du looks like he is about 30 years old. He wears a pair of black wide-rimmed glasses on his serious rectangular face, and his two small eyes are shining brightly behind the lenses; The corners of his mouth are always tightly closed, and he usually doesn't like to talk. In my memory, it seems that he only wears a pair of blue clothes that are not old, and his sleeves always like to be rolled up. Whenever get out of class was over, he would put the book under his arm and put the remaining half of chalk in his pocket. He lowered his head, like the footprints when he found it, slowly, step by step. Walked towards his office. However, in class, he seemed to become a different person. He spoke non-stop when he lectured, and his voice was extremely loud when he read the text. Sometimes his face would glow red with excitement, and he would step forward to the podium and wave his arms... all the students' attention was attracted to him. , looking at him with wide eyes.

3. This old man’s eyebrows and beard are all gray. But his face was still purple and he looked full of energy. He was wearing a brand new blue cotton jacket and trousers, with a snow-white towel wrapped around his head. The old man squatted on the ground, smoking a dry cigarette happily.

4. On a thin face tanned by the sun, there is a pair of large, slightly sunken eyes with double eyelids; the eyebrows are thin and slanted; the black and yellow hair is tied into two short strips with calico strips. Braids; clothes are very old; there is a pin in the hole in the right trouser leg; I go barefoot in spring, summer and autumn, only when I go up the mountain to grab firewood, I wear a pair of shoes for fear of puncturing my feet, but I take them off when I get down the mountain. .

5. This is a young man in his thirties. Wearing a military cotton coat and high leather boots. He is tall, square-faced and very burly. There is a black mole on his chin, and his eyes shine brightly in the dark, making him look rough and shrewd.

6. Li Yun is a smart and arrogant child. On his chubby face, he had a pair of big naughty eyes, and the eyelids were flickering. As long as those two big black gem-like eyes were turned, evil ideas would come out. On his dark face, whether it is the bulging cheeks, the thin lips, or the slightly raised tip of the nose, they all make you feel funny and cute.

7. This old man wore a broken straw hat on his head, and the hair exposed outside the brim was already gray. There is a gray-but-yellow coat draped over his shoulders. The entire back was black, shiny, and shiny, as if coated with a layer of oil. The lower trouser legs were rolled up past the knees, and the hairy calves were covered with countless knots, large and small, connected by high bulging blood vessels. There are no shoes on the feet, and the old leather on the soles is probably as thick as a finger... There is a dry cigarette pouch stuck on the waist, and the cigarette pouch is hung on the buttocks, swinging on both sides like a pendulum.

8. On New Year's Eve, her son and grandson came to her. The wrinkles on her face were stretched out, like blooming chrysanthemum petals, and every wrinkle was filled with smiles.

One day, her husband fell ill. The bead-like wrinkles on her face deepened, and the knots formed by the two eyebrows were locked together.

She looked at the portrait of her wife, her lips trembling slightly, and there were strings of tears flowing in the wrinkles like knife carvings.

9. The daughter looks like her mother, especially her eyes. The white eyes are like duck egg white, the black eyes are like chess pieces, they look like clear water when they are focused, and they look like stars when they flicker. All over the body, head after head, feet after feet. The hair is slippery and the clothes are neatly checked.

Attached is "How to write a good description of a character's appearance"

The description of a character's appearance is an important part of character description. A good description of a character's appearance can often make the character come alive and leave a lasting impression on the reader. Deeply impressed.

The appearance of a character mainly includes the person’s appearance, posture, clothing, expression, demeanor, etc. The description of a person's appearance is also called a portrait description, which is an accurate, vivid and vivid description of the appearance and characteristics of the character, and conveys the spirit through the description of the appearance, revealing the character's ideological quality, mental outlook and personality traits to the reader.

The silvery moonlight shines on the ground, and there are mournful cries of crickets everywhere. The fragrance of night filled the air, weaving into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. Everything that the eyes come into contact with is covered with this soft net. No matter whether it is a plant or a tree, it is not as realistic as it is in the daytime. They all have a vague and illusory color, and each one hides its own meaning. Every detail keeps its secrets, giving people a dreamlike feeling.

(Ba Jin's "Home")

The moonlight is like silver, shining everywhere, and the bamboo rafts on the mountain turn into black under the moonlight. The sound of insects in the grass around me was as thick as falling rain. Occasionally, from somewhere, a warbler would suddenly chirp its throat with "lulululululuo". Soon, the little bird seemed to understand that it was the middle of the night and it shouldn't be so noisy, so it still closed its mouth. The little eyes fell asleep peacefully.

(Shen Congwen's "Border Town")

He leaned against the screen window and looked out. The stars in the sky are so dense and busy that they make no sound at all, but it seems that the sky is just busy. A comb of moon is like a girl who has not yet grown up, but she is no longer shy when meeting people. The light and outline are fresh and clear, and gradually can set off the night scene.

The insects in the small garden grassland chatted trivially at night. I don't know where a group of frogs are working together to whistle, like the sound is boiling in the fire. A few fireflies swam back and forth gracefully, not like flying, but like floating in the thick air. In the dark place where the moonlight could not reach, a little firefly flickered, like a small green eye on a summer night.

(Qian Zhongshu's "The Besieged City")

The pool in Zhongshan Park is like a mirror, with the round moon reflected on the surface of the pool. There are several street lamps beside the trees near the pool. The round lights are reflected in the water, like a small moon, surrounding the moon in the pool. Pieces of bloated white clouds slowly moved across the surface of the pool, like a group of old women, bending their backs and laboriously walking past the moon step by step, trying to cover the moon, but the moon poured out its bright light through the gaps in the clouds. of light. A white cloud and a white cloud connected together, like a wide irregular belt, dividing the clear sky into two halves. The white clouds moved past and gradually disappeared into the distance. The sky was clear and clear, and the moon looked exceptionally bright.

(Zhou Erfu's "Morning in Shanghai")

The northern night at the end of May is the freshest and most beautiful moment. The sky seemed to have been washed, without a trace of cloud or mist. It was crystal blue, high and far away. A round moon crawled out from the mountain ridge in the east, like a big lantern, illuminating the valley covered with strange rocks, casting the shadows of branches and grass on the path, dotted with flowers, lingering. Birds are chirping on the branches, small insects are jumping in the grass, spring seedlings are pulling out stalks and growing in the terraced fields; there are also thousands of lives in the mountains and fields rejoicing...

(Hao Ran's " "Sunny Day")

The moonlight filled the garden, and the trees in the distance carried silver light on their tops. Thick black shadows were cast in the forest, and silence and solemnity pressed there. The spray of water in the fountain and the microwaves in the pool reflected the bright moonlight, rippling there. The green grass under her feet and the flowers and plants nearby were also covered with moonlight, feeling soft and silent under her trampling.

(Yu Dafu's "Autumn River")

The moon is coming out soon. The moon was still far away, but behind the horizon it seemed to rise from a dark abyss. A faint light rimmed the treetops surrounding the high slope, like the rim of a goblet. The silhouettes of these treetops reflected in the dim light became darker and darker every minute.

(Francois Roland: "Mother and Son")

The mist dissipated, and the silver moonlight covered the vast beach like a proud and dazzling widow's mourning dress. There is not a single boat on the river, and not even a trace of microwave can be seen. In the middle of the river and on the banks, there is silence everywhere. This tranquility is like the endless peace that death brings to the suffering patients.

(Indian Rabindranath Tagore: "Shipwreck")

After eight kilometers of Qutang Gorge, the dark clouds and mist suddenly disappeared, and there was a strip of blue sky on the top of the gorge, with a few small pieces of gold floating on it. Floating clouds, a ray of sunlight fell on the cliff on the left like lightning. A white cloud on the peak on the right shone like silver, but the sun had not yet arrived. At this time, far ahead, above countless mountains, a cloud of red mist suddenly appeared among the misty clouds. You see, the purple peaks set off this fog, it's so beautiful. Just like the flash of red gems reflected upward in the deep valley, it makes people feel as if they have entered a mythical realm. At this time, when you look up the river, it is also colorful: the two sides of the huge rocks are reflected like ink; the middle is twists and turns, but there is a shining road with fine waves on it; the nearby mountains are as green as emeralds . Time passed minute by minute, and the red mist in front became redder and brighter. As the boat got closer and closer, it gradually became clear that there was a tall peak standing tall and tall in the red mist. It gradually became clear that the red mist was actually thousands of strong rays of sunlight. At 8:20, we came to this clear golden sunrise.

Liu Baiyu's "Three Days on the Yangtze River"

What separated everyone from me was the fog in the sky. The tall houses and towers, the water-like vehicles, the crowded pedestrians; everything ceased to exist, even the arms that swayed out when I walked disappeared in the confusion.

Jin Yi's "Fog"

Outside the house, the morning fog was so thick that no one could be seen on the other side, but now it has subsided and become lighter. In the slowly gaining strength of the sun, the white fog dots rolled and drifted one after another, as if they were rustling. Fences, mounds of earth, and walls all appeared vaguely in the mist.

Wang Xiyan's "Spring Returns to Warm the Ground"

Mist

Like light gauze, like mist, like clouds; hanging on trees, wrapped around roof ridges, diffused in On the mountain road, hidden in the grass. Sometimes it's like a surging ocean tide, and sometimes it's like a white gull flying. Waves of clouds of smoke floated in and out, and everything became hazy. In an instant, the milky white mist turned into small water droplets. Sprinkled on the road, sprinkled in the trees, sprinkled on people's heads and faces. Light, greasy, and a little moist. People inhaled the scent of wild chrysanthemums and felt a little tipsy.

Qiu Zhijie's "Ode to Fog"

Morning Fog

The night fog gradually faded and turned white, like a flowing transparent body with oriental hair. White. A floating gauze-like mist envelopes Caoyang New Village, and the buildings and trees in the new village are vaguely visible.

You could say it exists, because you can't see the buildings and trees as a whole; say it doesn't exist. Where the fog opens, the outlines of buildings and trees are faintly revealed. They change with the density of the fog, like a mirage.

Zhou Erfu's "Morning in Shanghai"

I don't know when the fog started. At dawn, thick fog rolled in from the upper reaches like cotton balls; it climbed up the river bank, climbed up the trees, and spread to both sides... The thick fog filled the small shed, and it was wet and greasy on the face. ; None of us can see whose face is clear.

"On the River Without Navigation Marks" by Ye Weilin

One morning in thick fog, I came to the embankment. I was confused everywhere, the mountains and lakes were gone, and there was only an invisible milky white chaos in front of me. The sound of alas comes from far and near, matching the sweet sound of birds. There was a vague idea in the white hollow, and then, the outline of a ship gradually emerged. This is the first yacht of the day.

Yu Min's "West Lake Scene"

In the early morning, thick fog filled the air. According to the doctor's orders, I took a leisurely walk by the lake. I can only hear the chirping of birds, hundreds of thousands of chirps, but I can't see their delicate figures. From time to time, clouds of slightly chilly thick fog hit my face and passed by me. The street lamps that were usually equipped with dazzling high-pressure mercury bulbs looked so dim and weak today, flickering and blurred in the swirling fog. I seemed to be walking into a fairy tale world.

Zhang Ping "Morning Fog at Jinghu Lake"

Night Fog

Once I was walking back to Songxuelou from a ski club, and suddenly I noticed a layer of fog on the road. It became dense and then dispersed all of a sudden. It was really a wonderful experience. It was like walking into a fog tent. The fog flowed spontaneously, from the ears to the fingers. You could feel it; It's like boating on a foggy river. The pine waves on both sides can't stop singing. The boat turns around and has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. Looking back, I can't see the fog coming or staying here.

"Impression of Hehuan Mountain" by Lin Qingxuan

Spring Mist

At the beginning of April, the primroses were blooming, and a warm wind blew through the newly dug flower beds. Gardens are like women, groomed for the summer festivals. People look out from the garden shed and see the river twisting and turning, carelessly flowing through the grassland. The mist at dusk floats among the dead poplars, like fine gauze hanging on the branches, but it is whiter and more transparent than the fine gauze. It is misty and makes the outline of the poplars appear violet.

(France) Flaubert's "Madame Bovary"

Summer Fog

Summer nights are short and dawn comes early. Before the sun rose, the forest, the rings of mountains, and the small plains surrounded by the mountains were all hidden in the thick fog. Only the tops of the forest rose above the thick fog. As the sun rises, the fog becomes lighter and lighter, flowing and disappearing without a trace. The brooding forest and the strip-like streams on the plains are all revealed; far and near, they are all solemn, distinct, thick and light, deep and light green, green, green.

Zhang Jie's "Children from the Forest"

Autumn Fog

It was just yesterday. It was a cloudless sunny day, but that day, that The mountains and the sea are everywhere covered with a layer of hot mist, sticky and stained, not very clean. The cicadas in the surrounding areas are also causing mischief. The hotter the weather, the more noisy they are, making people feel hot and annoyed. The autumn wind blows together, and behold: there are clouds in the sky, and the clouds are transparent; the mountains and the sea are clearly covered with a layer of fog, and the fog also looks dry and refreshing.

Yang Shuo's "Bleak Autumn Wind"

Winter Fog

Did London's winter fog really protect this ancient city in advance? When I get up in the morning, I roll up the blanket and carry the straw mat to the storage room. When I went upstairs, I felt very cold. Use a wooden stick to open the black curtain on the window, and there is a miserable gray fog outside. Not only is the spire of the church on Eton Road in the back street gone, but even the pear tree in the back garden is only a shadow. When we were in a daze, there was a sound and a movement, and our civet cat sat on the back of the sofa. It glanced at me timidly, then shrank its four legs, curled up like a vase with a belly, and stared at the gray mist. The sound of car horns came from the thick fog, sometimes short and sometimes melodious. ...

Xiao Qian's "Three Diaries of London"

White Mist

The morning light came late, and the stars refused to leave. However, milky white steam has risen from the river. The Liuxi River surrounding Huluba, I wonder where there are so many misty and transparent white gauze! In an instant, a huge white tent formed, tightly covering the gourd dam with a radius of ten miles. This is the famous heavy fog in the valley of the Tuojiang River Basin.

Zhou Keqin "Xu Mao and His Daughters"

Blue Mist

The light blue dawn mist rises from the grass and tea tree stumps. The fragrance of wolfberry flowers, plum blossoms and tangerine trees mixes in the morning mist, and the whole mountain is filled with a warm and cool fragrance; even the blue mist is like the mist that evaporates when brewing essence.

Ai Xuan's "Biluochun News"

Grey Fog

The gray-white fog slowly rises upward from the rocky valley and presses on the top of the mountain. The dark clouds above are getting darker and darker. After a while, the mountain peak disappeared, the road could not be seen clearly, and everything was dark.

Jun Qing's "Mountain Eagle"

Cold Fog

A vast expanse of white cold fog shrouded the high red brick wall of the arsenal and the large building outside the brick wall. The road covers the vast airport opposite the arsenal and the ancient tower at the end of the street. ...This thick cold fog, from the high chimney of the factory in the morning, emitted the sound of whistles urging workers to go to work. When the flow of bicycles, people, traffic and chaotic footsteps poured into the gate of the arsenal, it began to resemble a thick smoke. The overwhelming rain has fallen, and it is almost noon now, and it has no intention of dissipating. The sun just revealed its round face with a halo from the chaotic, frozen clouds, and then quickly disappeared. Clear snow like broken jade floated in the sky, and the sharp cold air bit into the skin. The exposed ears, cheeks, fingers, and toe tips wearing worn-out cotton shoes all felt as painful as a cat bite. "It's so cold in Laba and Laba. It's so cold that my chin is so cold!"...

Cai Tianxin's "Storm in the Hunhe River"

Misty

< p>The valleys everywhere are filled with a long and lingering mist. The mist quietly walks up the mountain alone, like an evil spirit looking for a resting place but cannot find it. The sticky and cold cold fog slowly drifted in, and it was obvious that the waves were rising and falling, chasing each other like waves on a dangerous sea. The density of the fog blocked the lights on the carriage, and nothing could be seen except the twitching of the fog itself within a few yards; the stale breath of the tired horses mixed into the fog, as if it was all caused by them. caused.

(UK) Dickens' "A Tale of Two Cities"

Dense Fog

The drizzle that turned into thick fog covered the scenery fifty feet away with blur. Dizzy shell. There were several tall buildings towering into the sky, with only the top floors visible in the mist. The rows of giant eye-like window openings shimmered with yellow light - from a distance, they looked like they were floating in mid-air. A mirage, nothing majestic at all. And this dense fog is boundless. The car breaks through the suffocating moisture and moves forward. The glass of the car window turns into frosted glass. Even the characters close at hand become halo-like and weird; everything loses its vividness. The outlines and everything are blurred and deformed.

Midnight by Mao Dun

The sun has set; thick fog, as white as milk, rises on the river, in the walls of the church, and in the open space around the factory. At this time, darkness quickly fell, and lights were already shining below the slope. It looked like the thick fog was covering a bottomless abyss...

(Russian) Cheho Husband's "In the Canyon"

Mountain Fog

Suddenly, the fog started to rise, forming clumps of it. At first, it rolled like a snowball. Rolling on and on, the whole world turned white. Occasionally, the top of the mountain is exposed, and the forest is delicate, gentle, and full of sentiment. Then Yamane also came out. But the mountainside is still white and empty. Just as I was sighing, in the blink of an eye, the clouds and mist suddenly dispersed and disappeared from nowhere.

"Reading the Mountain" by Jia Pingwa

In the morning, the mountains are filled with steaming white mist, and the blue-grey Great Wall is like a giant dragon, meandering down the mountains and diving into the vast mist. nautical miles. The dark orchards are looming in the foggy sea, like islands undulating in the waves.

Mu Guozheng's "Mountain Village Singing"

The sun shines directly into the depths of the valley, and the mountains seem to be lined up, with one direction and one attitude. These valleys, which are too deep to measure, are now steaming with white steam as thick as clouds. It was as if there were invisible fires burning under the earth and mysterious water springs evaporating.

Sun Li's "The First Chronicles of Storm"

Fog on the Lake

The clouds are thick and fall on the lake, which is fog, gray mist, water vapor, Like a big smoke bubble in the wilderness or a bathing pool in winter, darkness swallowed up the distant and near mountains by the lake. The cool raindrops were drifting sideways. Who knows whether it came from the sky or from the lake. At first glance, it seems like there is, but at another glance, it seems like there isn't... Only skilled boatmen can still carry passengers to the lake in this kind of weather.

Zhang Kangkang's "Ocean in the Puddle"

Looking to the south of Taihu Lake, I can't make out any shape, but I just feel that there is a vast space on that side, which seems to be made of thousands of lakes. It is as if thousands of silver threads are woven together, including the clear brilliance under the moonlight, the silver arrows reflected by the lake waves, and the lake mist and lake smoke that seem to be thin but also thick, half transparent and half sticky. , if you jump hard towards the south, this layer of transparent white net will surely lift you up melodiously, as if it will be carried to the depths of the Queen Mother's harem.

Yu Dafu's "Sentimental Journey"

The Fog in the Forest

Every morning he walks into the fog of the big forest along a snake-like winding path. Here, it feels like walking into a hazy dream. The milky white mist that fills the mountains and valleys is so deep and thick, like flowing slurry, that it can make people float.

Gu Hua's "Wooden House Covered with Ivy"

The fog is floating and flowing in the forest. Leaves of various shapes, round, oval, slender, multi-angular...like thousands of small green hands. The mist blew over them, leaving a layer of tiny water droplets on the leaf palms. The small water droplets flowed and merged into a large water droplet in the palm of the hand, like holding a bright mercury bead.

It's heavy, it falls, and another big drop of water is forming again...

Yin Junqing's "Fog Mountain Yellow"

Fog on the Grassland

Every day In the morning, thick fog covered the mountains, rivers and roads; the clean and cool air in the grassland became as turbid and dirty as the spring water trampled by the horses!

Ma Laqinfu's "The Vast Grassland"

Fog on the Sea

The last piece of purple light has disappeared on the sea, and a heavy weight has risen from the water. Fog; the stars twinkled in the sky for a while, but they were all gone. The fog gradually thickened in front of us, covering the sky, covering the distant horizon, and even covering the ship. Now only the chimney and the huge mainmast can be seen. From a slightly farther distance, the shapes of the sailors look like shadows. After another hour, everything was lost in the white fog, not even the lamp hanging on the top of the mast or the sparks flying from the chimney could be seen.

(Wave) "For Bread" by Sienkiewicz

The fog was rising, but it fell again and became thicker. Sometimes it's almost completely opaque. The ship was stuck in iceberg-like fog. This terrible encirclement opens like a pair of pliers; it gives a glimpse of the horizon, and then closes again immediately.

(France) Victor Hugo's "Sea Laborers"

The Fog in Mount Lushan

You, the fog in Mount Lushan, seem to be elusive. For a while, the light flooded and became confusing; in the blink of an eye, there was no trace, and no one knew where it was going. You seem to be a god who doesn't want to show your face, and you also seem to be an affectionate girl - this is you, the fog on Lushan Mountain. You belong to Lushan. You melt into the emptiness of the beautiful Kuanglu Mountain. It is you who nourish the majestic mountains and rivers of Kuanglu. Even the grass on the rocks grows particularly slender and beautiful.

Qiu Zhijie's "Ode to Fog Shape"

Fog on the Gobi Desert

In the Gobi Desert in May, the vines are green. The green vines were wet. It rained heavily in the morning, and when it cleared up in the evening, there was ground fog. Wisps of fog, like white clouds in the sky, line up and flutter gently on the beach. If you stand a little further away, you will feel that the entire beach seems to be moving, and the mountains in the distance seem to be moving too.

Tang Guangyu's "Gobi Love Stories"