1. The blue sky in the morning is foggy, and the surrounding scenery is hazy, just like a fairyland in a fairy tale. After a while, the sun rose from Ran Ran in the east, and the fog gradually disappeared. There is smoke on the roof of the village. I stood at the foot of the quiet mountain and looked around. The trees on the mountain are lush, just like a green ocean, and the mountain is full of colorful flowers. The bottom is also inlaid with emerald-like lace. The steep rocks between the blue sky and white clouds have different shapes. A clear stream winds down the hill. The stream clinked against the rocks and played cheerful music. The smooth pebbles under the stream are clearly visible, and the mountain clouds are also reflected. A group of small fish are swimming happily in the water. A gust of wind blew and the water rippled. The lark's song came from a distance, and I was caught.
Next to the path in the field, the grass sticks out from the ground and looks around as if enjoying the beautiful scenery carefully. The grass is full of colorful flowers, as if it were a small ornament painted on a green carpet. The river next to the path is very shallow and clear, there are small fish swimming in the river, and there are sand and stones shaking at the bottom of the river, so you can see it clearly.
There are mountains, water, flowers and grass in the countryside, which is beautiful. Hosta is no exception. She asked Chunchun to make herself a set of green spring clothes, which looked beautiful.
4. Looking at the distance, ah, what a beautiful picture; Soft sunset glow, gorgeous clouds, lying on the mountain not far from the horizon, clusters of villages built on the mountain, smoke rising from the roof of the house ... grandma said before; A layer of mountains and rivers, a layer of people. I hope these mountains are daydreaming; What kind of landscape and people are behind the mountain? Here you can't see the traffic in the city, and you can't hear the noise of various stereos in the city, but it is full of this mystery.
Summer in the country is not as hot as that in the city. Old people sit leisurely in rocking chairs under the table, shaking their swords; The children ran around the tree, sweating with fatigue; The women sat around and talked about some household words. On a quiet summer night, crickets sing touching songs, and the wind blows through the treetops, making a rustling sound. The river lowered its tone and gently accompanied Qin to form a euphemistic lullaby.