Shadowing the Huaihe Plain, which stretches for thousands of miles, like a glowing silver necklace, a
moon flashed out from the
general cloud gap.
10 How the grassland is like the sea, the grassland filled with hazy moonlight, the grass has a mass of white clouds wriggling, far away, suddenly calm and motionless; suddenly the wind is full of the sky, big and boundless.
7 After the rain, the grassland, fat and lovely, it turned out that this is the pasture
led a group of chicks.
5 Spring on the plateau is as short as
; how the grassland is like a painting without a frame, no
,
to look beyond the boundaries.
2 A rolling plain, with a regal air and competing wildflowers.
4 The climate of the plateau, vast, pale and vast! Just than the sea is silent, blowing a large area of crops like ripples,
In the sun, it is so elusive, suddenly angry, surely you will see a hen.
11 Looking out from afar. From their
Walking by!
8 a vast prairie, make the grassland more vibrant, a flash will be gone, like a hazy smoke, in
Foraging, like a huge and incomparable dark green large emerald disc.
6
of the grassland and a thin river. Chickens, the breeze holding the soil exudes fragrance. Suddenly happy, stretching under the sky, a white,
As a rule, there are always a few.
9 Night covered the meadow, as calm as the sea on
days.
3 The falling rain, like a light silver mist rising up, is like a piece of freshly dipped flower
Even the dewdrops are colorful in spring
Fertile soil of thousands of miles
Intertwined Cooking smoke curls up
Precise cultivation
Bamboo and trees are lush and verdant
Green mountains surrounded by water
The mountains are surrounded by water.
Mountains surrounded by water
By the mountains and by the water
1 The boundless plain was flat
2. Good sentences and paragraphs to describe the scenery1. The bitter, heavy, hot air seemed to have come to a standstill; and the fiery face waited sorrowfully for the wind, but the wind did not come.
The sun shone hotly in a sky so blue that it was dark; and on the bank opposite to us was a field of yellowish-orange oats, with absinth growing in some places, so that not even a single ear of wheat wavered. (Anthropomorphism) 2, only to see a misty giant peak protruding in the distance, surrounded by dozens of small rocky peaks.
Take a closer look, the giant peak like the Monkey King holding a golden rod, those small peaks are like scratching ears and cheeks of the little monkey. Look, the Monkey King is leading its children to the South Heavenly Gate to kill it.
The white sky, the mountains pale black like iron, solemn, solemn. As the red sun rises, one mountain peak is ink-blue in color.
Immediately after, the mist rose, the milky veil to the heavy mountains spaced out, leaving only the tip of the green peaks, really like a fresh ink, sparse and dense landscape painting. After a while, the fog and scattered, the exposed rock walls, cliffs, by the sunlight dyed red, gradually turned into bronze, and green trees, green fields for each other, seemingly exceptionally magnificent.
(Metaphor) 3, overlapping mountains, can not see a village, can not see a piece of rice paddies, these mountains are like some drunken old man, one by one, sleeping for tens of millions of years, never woke up their dreams, never dared to go deeper into their hearts, is that the most adventurous hunters, but also only to the foot of their feet, chasing those who run down from the mountains of the mountain goats, wild boars and birds, never climbed it! The most adventurous hunter only goes to their feet, chasing the goats, wild boars and birds that run down from the mountains, and never climbs its peak. (Metaphor) 4, there is no more than the spring rains after the bath of the green hills more charming, the entire hillside, are verdant green, did not come to the end of the fog like elegant silk, a strand of the waist wrapped in it, the sunlight on each leaf raindrops, are turned into colorful pearls.
(Metaphor) 5, naughty little stars in the blue night sky cut a golden arc of light, like the weaver threw a brocade line. (Metaphor, simile) 6, the stars are more than ever, big and bright, they neither blink nor twinkle, they are quiet and peaceful.
(simile, personification).
3. Good words and phrases to describe the sceneryPeach Blossom 1. The peach blossoms in the Flower and Fruit Forest are in bloom, the pink and pink flower clusters, like pieces of flaming clouds, look at it from afar, it is beautiful.
2, this peach blossom first bloom is white, such as fat, such as jade, such as snow, is so delicate, so watery, so crystal, so translucent. 3, the peach blossom, some of the wind first bloom, sweet smile; some of the buds to be released, half hidden, half exposed; more is the white furry slightly spit red point of the buds.
4, the peach tree on the small bones day by day bulging, showing the red mouth circle, like pursed lips smiling little girl. 5, the peach tree is full of flowers, shyly clustered around each other, as if a group of timid and shy little girl, who also refused to be the first to unify open smile.
6, from a distance, a peach tree is like a large open umbrella. 7, the peach tree more than one person high, the trunk through the purple red, extremely clean, soft branches, full of brown delicate bones.
8, busy as a group of stars buds with a few branches in the spring breeze swaying happily, that piece of peach forest seems to become a red rain world. 9, spring, the numerous peach blossoms in the morning light opened extraordinarily noisy, dense layers, like a sunset.
10, a peach tree, hold up a group of petals, like the girl raised the smile, pink pink, overflowing with youthful radiance. 11, March, peach blossom, the Yellow Sea shore, like falling a hundred miles of rouge clouds.
12, there is a large blooming peach blossom at the door, pink pink, delicate as if blowing breath can melt into water. 13, the pink peach blossom a close to one, crowded the whole branch, they are like a group of urchins, scrambling to let people come to see their own colorful appearance.
14, to the vernal equinox, the peach blossom on the mountain and down the mountain, thousands of trees and ten thousand branches are like a flame in general blossom. 15, peach forest buds bloom, dense branches seem to be full of silver miniature bulbs, strings of white buds pearl-like crystal shining.
16, the peach blossom garden of peach blossom, from a distance to see the magnificent, such as the sea such as tide; close to appreciate the playful and charming, like a young girl's first makeup. 17, the car to the foot of the mountain, tens of thousands of peach trees decorated with pink and snow-white flower tide, along the green fields, to our eyes rushed.
18, after the hibernation, the peach tree branches of the buds awakened, east of a branch west of a branch, those sweet smile of the flowers, spraying the intoxicating aroma. 19, that blooming peach blossom is like a piece of rouge, dyeing the rich spring mountains and rivers, but also like a group of clouds, reflecting the earth full of vitality.
20, the peach blossom withered, the branch remains a few petals, still like a little jumping fire. Pear 1, orchard planted with pear trees, this is the pear blossom season, far away, that a cluster of snow-white pear, such as a group of clouds, diffuse roll light floating.
2. In the spring, the branches of the pear trees are full of flowers, as if they are floating with a large number of snowflakes. 3, in the distance to see the pear, tree dense flower thick, as if to see a heavy brush thick color oil painting, rich, warm.
4, in close proximity to the pear, tree sparse flowers, like looking at a light ink landscape painting, light, elegant. 5, if a plant a plant to see, pear tree is like a fountain emerging from the ground, the flowers, like snow white waves, like a bright necklace.
6, the wind sandwiched between the fragrance of pear blossoms, in the tree next to the end of the branch fluttering, people inhale a mouthful, the heart is drunk. 7, on the hillside, a piece of snow-white pear, tender red peach blossom, in the sunshine flow of intoxicating colors.
8, climbed high and far away, the village outside the village, mountains and hills, dense pear blossom melted into a sea of white flowers, even the mountains are caught. 9, this is the season of pear blossom, the whole mountain like a layer of white snow.
10, that branch is full of snow-white pear blossoms, each flower consists of five petals, the center has a light red stamen; is facing the spring wind to us nodding, laughing! 11, it is the pear tree blossom season, silver-white flowers like snow set off this small farmhouse extraordinarily quiet. 12, the bright moon, the silver light sprinkled to the four old trees, sprinkled to the entire compound, the breeze, the tree full of snow-white pear flowers, gently shaking, like the stars in the twinkling.
13, snow-white snow-white pear blossoms hanging all over the branches, the breeze whisked by, like wearing onyx jade dancing. 14, the air is dense with the faint sweet smell of pear flowers, puffing people's lungs, so that people like a drunken wine, light, dizzy.
15, spring, clusters of glittering pear flowers, like the river of snow waves. 16, this cluster of pear blossoms, layer by layer, like a cloud brocade like the sky to go, in the warm spring light, such as snow, such as jade, white hectares, colorful, bright crystal.
17, those pear blossoms, dense, layers and layers, such as white clouds, such as snowflakes sprinkled, full of branches, full of trees, full of garden. ★ falling leaves, some like a boat is traveling on the wind, some like acrobats turning heel to fall, some like gliders flat circling in circles circling down.
★Yellow leaves, one, two, lightly floating down on the water, like countless small boats, slowly swinging away with the wind. ★ ripe little red beans, some like onyx, some like pearls hanging all over the branches, and the dense green leaves composed of a small flower umbrella, really endearing ah! The doorway has a large blooming peach blossom, pink pink, delicate as if blowing breath can be melted into water.
★The blooming peach blossom is like a piece of rouge, dyeing the rich spring mountains and rivers, and is like a group of clouds, reflecting the earth full of vitality. ★ That pink peach blossom one by one, crowded with the whole branch, they are like a group of urchins, scrambling to let people come to see their own colorful abundance.
★ Peach blossom withered, the branch remains a few petals, still like a little bit of jumping fire. ★ In spring, clusters of glittering pear blossoms, cool like that on the river waves of snow.
★ Cherry blossom garden in the spring breeze, falling colorful, thanks to the fall of the petals fluttering in the wind, like dancing butterflies, but also like the heavenly maiden scattered fairy flowers. ★ Jujube flowers are open, six light petals, like golden hexagonal small stars, they are mixed in the leaves, exuding a burst of fragrance.
★Jujube flowers are not like peach blossoms, with bright colors, but it attracts swarms of bees with its aroma, and offers its pollen to people for free, made of high-grade tonic - jujube honey. ★ A string of acacia flowers, like from the branches of the tree between the overflow of white milk, a drop suddenly solidified in the air.
★ Outside the window the osmanthus tree also took off the winter smoky gray shirt, put on the tender green new clothes. ★ Osmanthus is so elegant, so generous, so full of vitality, so you can not help but be impressed, especially its strong fragrance, smoke.
4. Good words and sentences about silence. What are some good words and sentences about silence,It is not the world that pushes you away ...... but you push away the world ah ...... - The loneliest road in the world is the road I should take. No matter what kind of road I choose, that road is destined to be lonely ...... -Some people say that waiting for someone doesn't need any reason, just like people expect snow, doesn't need any reason. The snowflakes that are falling - as long as you look at it, you will feel happy, hold it in your hand, and let people feel cold snowflakes, my heart, is it like this snowflake, once you see you, you will feel cold? -For the one who left you, the most cruel revenge ...... is not to hope that he was abandoned by other girls ...... is not looking forward to the day, he will turn back to his heart ...... more do not want to see him regret! Unhappy look when you pass by him with your handsome boyfriend ...... Rather, I hope that he ...... somewhere, meet a good girl, and live happily ever after ...... -Some people. Because of the fear of separation, so avoid love. However, what you should really run away from is not the sadness that comes from love, but the gradually frozen heart ...... - She just needs a reason - a reason that allows her to let go of this relationship. -For people who love each other, each other's heart is the best home. Childhood life may be colorful and varied, but I have forgotten more than I remember. Memories age like faded photographs, re-colored, but still feel old. -Every little stone has a sad, happy and unpredictable destiny. -When I was young, I was a lonely fat little pig, somehow, often caught in a dilemma of loneliness ...... - From tomorrow onwards, we all have to be brave to face the beautiful life, isn't it? -I can remember the sad memories, but still live happily. -The steps to happiness are always so short. We can not rely on not walking .
5. Describe the quiet of the good words and sentences good paragraphThe moon gradually rose, the wall outside the road children's laughter, has been inaudible; wife in the house patting the leaping child, vaguely humming the cotton song.
This is a secluded road; few people walk during the day, and the night is even lonelier. On all sides of the lotus pond, there are many trees growing luxuriantly.
On the side of the road, there are some willows and some unknown trees.
On the other side of the road, there are some willows and some trees that I don't know the name of.
Tonight is a good night, although the moonlight is still faint. I was the only one on the road, pacing with my hands behind my back.
This piece of heaven and earth seems to be mine; I also seem to have gone beyond my usual self to another world.
The world seems to be mine, and I'm in a different world from my usual self. I like to be lively and calm, to live in a group and to be alone.
Like tonight, alone under the pale moon, I can think of everything, I can not think of anything, and I feel that I am a free man. The first thing you need to do is to get the money to pay for it.
This is the beauty of being alone; I'll just take advantage of this boundless lotus moonlight.
It is the best time to be alone, and I can enjoy this boundless moonlight.
There are also one or two spots of street light leaking through the cracks in the trees, and it's the eyes of a thirsty sleeper that are listless. The most lively at this time of year, to count the sound of cicadas in the trees and the sound of frogs in the water.
6. Good words and phrases about scene descriptionThe undulating loess hills are really like the waves of a great flood.
Long hilltop, like a big tomb towering in the night.
The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise and fall straight up and down, so high that it makes you dizzy.
The deep valleys are appallingly quiet and cold.
The ravine was filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became a great square of flat, snow-covered ground.
The morning sun is shining, and the mountain is like a shy maiden, hidden, and the sunset is in the west, and the afterglow is shining horizontally.
There is no more than the spring rain after the bath of the green hills more charming, the entire hillside, are verdant green, did not come to the end of the fog like light silk, a strand of the waist wrapped in it, the sun will be every leaf on the raindrops, are turned into colorful pearls.
The sharp knife-like hill, picking a few wisps of milky white fog, mist, vaguely visible a thin line.
This wall of stone like skyscrapers on the face of the pressure, as high as it will collapse down aggressively. On the top of the mountain, the dense dense forest seems to buckle on the wall of a huge black carpet hat, black and green from the rock wall jumped out of a cluster of unknown wildflowers.
The rain changed the mood of the park, northwest of the clouds, is the ink painting of the distant mountains, which in the garden architecture is quite praised "borrow" to.
The mountains exposed to the clouds are like islands suspended in a cluster and a wipe.
The surrounding mountains look like a colorful canvas.
The mountain waves and peaks are layered on top of each other.
The mountains are black and pale, and the cliff tops are like a knife and axe.
7. On the description of the scenery of the good words and sentences good paragraphThe ancient stone road stepped out of the crisp footsteps, droplets knocking on the heart, a step of intoxication, a sound of excitement, can not help but bare feet and kissed, clean and silky smooth as the water refreshingly cool, and even giggled out of the sound of laughter, that laughter through the naivety of the long-lost.
Even if the dragonfly water ripples circles of tenderness, the water with a lifetime of this short stay in mind, the beautiful flowers fell in the embrace of the water, will be broken dreams wantonly spread fragrance flow, the water laughs at the falling flowers, collection of sobbing beauty to soothe the tears of the wounded.
Look at the warmth of the autumn sun, through the sparse and dense branches in front of the rhyming, spread out the palm, the accumulation of plausible happiness, hold tight, and then dare not let go, for fear of happy escape, for fear of losing the life of a meter of sunshine, for fear of missing the three inches of paradise that look forward to.
The wind is slightly flickering, the silence of the passing water is difficult to adhere to, long held back thoughts began to flood, layer after layer of agitation knocking at the heart, wantonly splashing waves, gusts of patting the shore, the ups and downs of the heart.
Misty, misty, decadent, barren, trance, serene, leisurely, oily
The sun is on fire, the summer trees are verdant, the clouds roll in, the rain is pouring down, the sun is blazing, sweating, the storm is raging, the rain is pouring down, the sun is blazing, the heat is intense
8. Good words and phrases to read about the scene of the field in the summerSummer Zhang Lei
The winds of the village of the river in the summer have been clear for days and days, and the swallows and sparrows have been generated in the eaves and teeth.
Butterfly clothes and flowers dance in the sun, and spider webs and silks make the corners of the house clear.
The curtains of the house are open to the moon's shadow, and the pillows of the house are filled with the sound of the river.
The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me, and I was very happy to see it.
Xiao Xiao reads the ancient poem:
In the cool summer, Jiangcun is a windy and sunny leisure, under the eaves of the swallow has hatched out the young birds. At night, the moon's shadow is dimly reflected in the sparse curtains, lying in bed with eyes closed, you can hear the noise of the river flowing through the village. I have long been on the face of the old spots, the temples of the hair as white as snow, the heart only want to be like a fisherman or woodcutter like the end of this life.
The summer is long, the landscape of the village is fresh and sunny, under the eaves of the swallow's young bird has been out of the shell. Butterflies are flying in the flowers, trying to dry the pollen they have just picked up, and the corners of the house are brightly lit by the sun, so you can see the spiders mending new silk on their webs. On moonlit nights, the shadow of the moon is reflected in the sparse curtains, and you can hear the sound of the river flowing as you lie in bed. The face has long been spotty, and the hair on the temples is as white as frost and snow, and all I want to do in my life is to live this kind of woodcutter-fisherman countryside life.
A small reading:
Zhang Lei, 1054-1114, ancestor of Anhui, later moved to Jiangsu. Zhang Lei was a bachelor's degree holder in the sixth year of the Xining era, and served as a housemaster and junior secretary of the Imperial Household. According to legend, Zhang Lei was one of the "Four Bachelors of Su Men", and at the age of thirteen he was able to write an essay, and at the age of seventeen he made the famous "Hakkan Fugue", which is a simple and natural style of poetry with a clear and elegant style, and his legacy is the "Ke Shan Collection".
This "Summer Day" and Du Fu's "Qing Jiang" compared to the more natural, the words and phrases and countryside life closer to the fruit of simplicity.
Like the poem, it can be read in two parts. The first three lines are about the scenery and things in the long summer day. It is the last line that is directly about the mental activities. But I think the eye of the poem is actually the title.
Living by the water in the middle of a long summer day is naturally cooler than elsewhere. Under the eaves there are swallows tending to their young, and the swallows' chirping and in the wind slowly quiets the mind. Then let's take a look at the summer scenery. So we seem to have fluttering butterflies in front of our eyes, colorful, even the quaint corner of the house that weaves a web of spiders have become very interesting; summer night, when taking a cool ride will see the moon's shadow in the haze reflected in the sparse beaded curtains, as if to come to a date, the river village even lying in bed can be heard the sound of the water flow, cacophonous, it is the river flowing through the village to the far away. Swallows, which is common in the countryside, butterflies, spiders are not uncommon in poor families. But the river village has its own characteristics, that is, the river flowing through the village. We wrote the poem to imagine, perhaps there are crickets chirping it, looking at the moon's shadow, lying in bed, the ear came bubbling sound of the water, it seems not very quiet, but can not help but have a misty mood, the mind with the sound of the water more and more far away, the coolness of the sudden birth. Jiangcun is because of the river into a rare place. No wonder the poet wanted to be a fisherman or a woodcutter in this river village all his life.
In fact, the last line of this work is also affected by the political situation. Zhang Lei was twice demoted due to cronyism. Summer Day" depicts a simple, quiet and vibrant life in a river village, which is a reflection of Zhang Lei's idle life after his dismissal from the government. The poem expresses the author's willingness to leave his official position and return to the fields, and at the end, he even indicates his willingness to be a woodcutter and fisherman for the rest of his life. There is a satire on the darkness of the situation, but more than that, it expresses the precious peace of the countryside.
Compared with Du Fu's Qing Jiang, Du Fu was a bit outclassed. Perhaps Zhang Lei was inspired by reading Du Fu's idyllic work, and wrote a new Qing Jiang according to that pattern, but he had his own concerns and the content was different, so he wrote the title of the poem as "Summer". Both are idyllic poems, both expressed the willingness to live in the countryside for a long time, and even both are tired of the darkness of the officialdom, but if you are more attentive, you will feel that Zhang Lei's style of writing is more rustic, and the connection between himself and the river village seems to be deeper and more permanent
9. good words and phrases describing sceneryWhen the spring in February and March, the light with the slightest blowing, such as hairy drizzle sprinkles down from the sky for no apparent reason, the thousands of soft willows, all Shu their yellow and green eyes, red, white and yellow flowers, the willow, the willow, the willow, the willow, the willow, the willow, the willow, and the willow, the willow, and the willow, the willow, and the willow.
The sky is clear and the sun is shining. The spring girl sunshine are squinting eyes. The tender green new leaves, the field of mist and light smoke, like her clothes. Along with her spring pace, the green grass, breaking out of the ground, simply to stand out of the top of the foot.
The climate in Xishuangbanna is like spring in all seasons, but spring is still the best season. It was in the spring, on the eve of the Dai Water Splashing Festival, that we came to Olive Dam, which is known as one of the "emeralds" of Xishuangbanna. When we set foot on this land from the Lancang River boat, we immediately felt as if we had come to a natural tropical garden. Everywhere is a thick shade, flowers. Walking on the paths between villages is like walking on a well-built boulevard, with only the golden light of the sun pouring down from the gaps in the dense foliage.
The spring of the year was even later to leak in the mountains. The peach blossoms were still in bloom; the roaming clouds flew from one peak to another, sometimes stopping for a while, in order to block the sun, and to teach the flowers and grasses on the ground to take refuge in its shade from the terror of the flames of light. The shade under the rock and beside the bottom of the mountain stream was covered with the vine and other anemones. Red, yellow, blue and purple grasses dotted the green.
Time is like a spinning wheel. Fall is over. Winter is over. The god of spring is here. The first time I've ever seen the world, I've seen the world, I've seen the world, I've seen the world. The newest addition to the list is the newest addition to the list, the newest addition to the list, the newest addition to the list.
Not meet the north of the fall, has been nearly more than ten years. In the south every year in the fall, always think of the Taoranting reeds, Diaoyutai willow shadow, Xishan's insect singing, Yuquan night moon, Tanzhe Temple bells. In Beiping, even if you do not go out to strike, that is, in the Imperial City in the middle of the sea of people, renting people a rafter to live in the rafters, get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea, to the yard to sit down, you can also see a very high and very high turquoise color of the sky, listen to the green world of the sound of the flight of pigeons. From the bottom of the acacia leaves, towards the east, counting the sunlight that leaks down, or in the waist of the broken wall, quietly facing the trumpet-like petunias (Chao Rong) of the blue flowers, naturally, you can also feel very much of the fall. When it comes to petunias, I think that blue or white is the best, purple and black is the second best, and light red is the lowest. Best, but also in the bottom of the petunia, teach a few sparse and long thin and thin autumn grass, so as to accompany.
The acacia tree in the north is also a kind of decoration that reminds people of autumn. Like a flower but not a flower of the falling stamens, in the morning, will be spread all over the ground. Feet on it, there is no sound, there is no smell, only a little bit of very fine and very soft touch. Street sweepers in the shadow of the trees after a sweep, the dust left on a broom silken lines, looks both delicate, but also feel free, subconsciously and also feel a little lonely, the ancients said that the sycamore leaves and the world knows the autumn of the distant imagination, about these deep places.
Autumn is here, chrysanthemums bloom. There are red, yellow, purple, and white, beautiful!
Autumn is here, the fruit is ripe. The yellow ones are pears, the red ones are apples, and the bright ones are grapes.
Autumn wind soughing, full of golden butterflies fluttering in the yard.
The golden butterfly! Who are you dancing for? The flowers have no smile, the grass has lost its luster. Oh, I see, you are for the little blinking daisies in the garden.
At some point, you gently landed on my bright red sweater, do you think I am a flower too?
You whispered to me that people are changed from green butterflies. In spring and summer people fall in groups on the boughs of trees. Spring gives people new green, summer gives people shade, and as soon as fall arrives, you change into golden clothes and fly all over the sky to find your beloved friends.
Golden butterfly, you want to make friends with me? Come on! Fly into my textbook and accompany me into the bright classroom.