Beautiful sentences describing the beach
First, this wonderful beach on the Taiwan Strait at the mouth of the Minjiang River, long years of waves will be yellow sand grains washed into a flat delicate skin, the wind's drift and the moon's changes in the mountain of the secret of the water flicked, where the exercise of a variety of variations! The moment I set foot on the beach, the vastness is my bosom. Less distractions, put down all the trivial things around, as if this piece of empty whiteness, unspeakable beauty. After thousands of years of sifting and refining, the beach is extraordinarily soft and moist, the waves quietly surging over, and quietly retreat. The beach is vaguely sprinkled with a number of fuzzy silhouettes, some chasing each other, some whispering, some lying on the beach, are enjoying this wonderful time.
Second, the beach, soft and warm, radiating the breath of the sun. She took care of our childhood dreams. When I was a child, we often spent the night on the beach (at that time, as if there was no need to worry about which human trafficking villain, will take us captive in our sleep). Late at night, the shadows gradually dispersed, the beach is steeply empty. We were also tired of the madness, so we laid down grass curtains and dog skin mattresses on the beach and covered them with cotton blankets and whatnot, so we could sleep soundly. The soft wind and the stream brewed my childhood dreams sweet and fragrant.
Third, feet on the fine sand, eyes on the sea! The morning breeze is soothing and refreshing; the smell of the sea in the nose, straight to the heart. White waves across the sky and the earth, rolled and rolled, tumbling and stacked up, very powerful. Staggered island, forcing people to reverie endless; yacht shuttle, attracting the traveler's mind.
Fourth, the beach, a small corner of the universe. Don't want to say here is a secret healing, that is too pretentious, just want to every grain of sand, every wave asked you good. Walking in the grain full of words between the lines, as in a threadbare book to find a sunny indication, to explore the life of the cold and far-reaching how to be cast into a page of vicissitudes of life.
Fifth, said the beach, in fact, should be called the river beach. After the rectification of the river beach, has become level and orderly, natural and quiet. In the past, after digging and mining pits, traps are densely cluttered and disorderly scene has been no trace; just a pity, at the same time, there is the disappearance of the continuous sand beach, the fine sand and water connected to the sand, the beauty of the natural integration has become a mirage? That bare feet stepped on the beach, running, wantonly play in the water, forgetting the sky and forgetting the situation forever into the past? Without the sandy beach of the large river beach, giving a feeling of emptiness, it seems that there is always a lack of something. Even fortunately, the river beach, pebbles all over, large and small, white and clean, staggered, water and stone together, sand and stone one, is not a chic scenery.
Six, I do not know how many years, the beach in addition to slightly thin, not much change. Patronize the sunshine here is still very gentle; in the beach foraging birds are still so calm, without distractions; cool sea water is still as open-minded as ever - like clean, but also good at hiding dirt. Its persistence, not warm, has been retained for countless centuries!
Seven, wandering in the Golden Beach, the blue wave surging people surging, the scenery in front of you will undoubtedly melt you in the arms of the sea, so that you are intoxicated in the realm of things I forget. Even if you get all sand, a wave rolled over, the sand instantly washed away without a trace, clean and fresh.
Eight, sunshine, beach, waves, the old captain. This is the childhood on the beach and the sea of the beautiful yearning, with the age of growth, these aspirations have become memories.
Nine, in the night, the beach flashes a hazy white light. The beach is flowing with moist wind. In the stream, from time to time came the sound of bright splashing; river protection bushes, occasionally ringing one or two nightingale chirping and cicadas were disturbed by the hoarse hissing. On the long, long sandy beach, there are piles and clusters of cool shadows scattered. Or talk about harvest farming; or pass an anecdote; or manipulate the strong accent of the countryside to speak of the "Seven Heroes and Five Heroes"; or manipulate the qin accompanied by singing the hometown of Lv Opera ditty Ching Ming Festival on the third of March
ten, white sandy beaches, the small green crabs of the house was built in the seawater cleaned wetlands, the thin sill behind the window, laying out the eyes of their inquiry into the world, they look at the tourists with amazement and shyness to see people from the side of the to and fro with laughter, with crying, with with laughter, with weeping, with joy, with death, while their own days, winter and spring, are calm and peaceful and auspicious.
eleven, the beach, a childish call. A group of naked children, but also naked with their own desires, desperately chasing and running toward the distance. Gold seems to be jumping and running, seems to never catch up. Until they were too tired to run, they dug a pit in the sand, and the stream slowly dipped in, first muddy, then clearing, and then, for a few items, wanging up a pool of sweet water. We bent our heads and gulped it down. When I dug the sand pit, the sand left in my hands, but also shimmering gold. It turned out that the shimmering was nothing more than some crumbs of mica.
twelve, high in the sky of the sun enthusiastically sprinkled golden rays, to the warriors friendly show of respect; the sea waves are more and more leaping, playful one to the shore, want to kiss these protect the country's iron men; lush green piece of coastal protection forest, elegant chic villas bathing, golden soft sand with unspeakable pleasure to accommodate our dear and lovely warriors.
Thirteen, navigating the beach is actually not to experience a bitter cycle? As with their own nets repeatedly salvage their own fish, empty futility is by no means insignificant. What is the back of the sand, no need to look into, only love songs such as Gotham, such as a tail of cold beauty snake, familiar with the way to break in, weak heart all over the birth of sadness and grief.
Fourteen, the summer of Golden Beach, under the blue sky, in the sun, constituting the island's summer bright and charming a stunning colorful umbrellas yurts tents and life-saving swimming gear along the coast of the scattered. Swimmers or rent a parasol to shade the sun for a nap, laughing and joking; or lying on the beach with their families to enjoy the fun of sunbathing; or to swim in the sea, or take a motorboat through the surface of the sea. A colorful sun umbrella is like a romantic hand of interest and an atmosphere, unknowingly planted in the traveler's heart. Perhaps not ever thought of what romance is, romance so unconsciously came to us.
fifteen, white sandy beaches, coral or shellfish white was casually discarded, fine and eye-catching. Coconut trees and mangroves always want to pull the shadow longer, to close to those broad sea, their childishness and simplicity, bring quiet and imagination to the beach - in the embrace of this water and sky of the sea, everyone can have a flower before the moon, have a cowherd like life.
Sixteen, the night, the beach flashes a hazy white light. The river beach is flowing with moist wind. In the stream, from time to time, came the sound of bright splashing water; the moat grove, occasionally ringing one or two nightingales chirping and cicadas were disturbed by the hoarse hissing. On the long, long sandy beach, there are piles and clusters of cool shadows scattered. Or talk about harvesting and farming; or pass anecdotes; or speak in a strong accent, "The Seven Heroes and the Five Heroes"; or play the qin and sing the hometown Lv Opera ditty - Ching Ming Festival, March 3 sunshine, sand, waves, the old captain. This is the childhood of the beach and the sea of the beautiful yearning, with the growth of age, these yearnings have become memories.
The beautiful paragraph describing the beach
1, in the golden sand, there are many colorful shells, they lie quietly there, the sand on the beach is soft, step on it like on the quilt, very comfortable.
2, I came to the dusk of the beach, only to see the red sun was wrapped in a layer of golden yellow, red dyed white clouds, clouds seem to have become a fire cloud, ever-changing, mysterious and unpredictable, some of them are like ponies in the fields between the joyful running, some like a cute puppy is pampering, the sun also dyed red the infinite sea, suddenly, the rippling waves of the sea sprinkled with the golden yellow light.
3. "Wow! Wow!" The waves beat against the reef, splashing a few feet high white crystalline water, the waves surged to the shore, gently caressing the soft sandy beach, and reluctantly returned, again and again forever, caressing, under the beach to cut out a strip of silver edge, like to the vast sea set on the shining silver frame, so that the sea has become more fascinating and beautiful.
4, the beach, a childish call. A group of naked children, also naked with their own desires, desperately chasing and running toward the distance. Gold seems to be jumping and running, seems to never catch up. Until too tired to run, they dug out a pit on the beach, and the stream slowly dipped in, first muddy, then clearing, less item, then wang up a pool of sweet water. We bent our heads and gulped it down. When I dug the sand pit, the sand left in my hands, but also shimmering gold. It turned out that the shimmering was nothing more than some crumbs of mica.
5, I saw the sea for the first time, it is bigger than I imagined the sea I do not know how many times, the blue sea water gushed up rolling waves, waves beat the shore reefs, look into the distance, the sky and the sea together, there is no edge, the air is fresh, so that a person's heart is relaxed and happy.
6. Sometimes there are black clouds in the sky, and the clouds are so thick that the sun comes out and is still invisible to the human eye. However, the sun in the black clouds radiating light, through the black clouds of the heavy siege, for the black clouds set a luminous golden edge. Then the sun slowly broke through and appeared in the sky, even coloring the black clouds purple or red. At this time, not only the sun, clouds and sea water, even I myself also became bright.
7, Golden Beach summer, under the blue sky, in the sun, constitute the island's summer light and charming a stunning colorful umbrellas, yurts, tents and life-saving swimming gear scattered along the coast. Tourists or rent a sun umbrella shade, nap, talk and laugh; or family lying on the beach, enjoy the fun of sunbathing; or to swim in the sea, or by motorboat through the sea. A colorful sun umbrella is like a romantic, a hand of fun and an atmosphere, unknowingly planted in the traveler's heart. Maybe we have never thought about what romance is, and romance has come to us so unconsciously. Feet on the fine sand, eyes on the sea! The morning breeze is soothing and refreshing; the smell of the sea enters the nose and touches the soul. White waves across the sky and earth, rolled and rolled, tumbling and stacked up, very powerful. Staggered island, forcing people to reverie endless; yacht shuttle, attracting travelers mind.
8, the sky is still a light blue, light color. In the blink of an eye, a red haze appeared in the sky, slowly expanding its scope and strengthening its bright light. I knew that the sun was about to rise from the sky and looked there without turning my eyes.
9, this wonderful beach is ambling on the Taiwan Strait at the mouth of the Minjiang River, long years of waves will be yellow sand grains washed into a flat delicate skin, the wind's drift, the moon's change, the mountain's secret, the water's whisking, rehearsing a variety of variations here! The moment I set foot on the beach, the vastness is my bosom. Less distractions, put down all the trivial things around me, as if this piece of empty whiteness, unspeakable beauty. After thousands of years of sifting and refining, the beach is extraordinarily soft and moist, the waves quietly surging over, and quietly retreat. The beach is vaguely sprinkled with a number of fuzzy silhouettes, some chasing each other, some whispering, some lying on the beach, are enjoying this wonderful time.
10, beach, soft, warm, exudes the breath of the sun. She took care of our childhood dreams. When I was a child, we often spent the night on the beach (at that time, as if there was no need to worry about which human trafficking villain, will take us captive in our sleep). Late at night, the shadows gradually dispersed, the beach is steeply empty. We were also tired of the madness, so we laid down grass curtains and dog skin mattresses on the beach and covered them with cotton blankets and whatnot, so we could sleep soundly. The soft wind and streams made my childhood dreams sweet and fragrant. How is navigating the beach not actually experiencing a bitter cycle? Like using your own net to repeatedly salvage your own fish, the futility of empty space is by no means insignificant. What is the back of the sand, no need to look into, only love songs such as Gotham, such as a cold snake, familiar with the way to break into the weak heart all over the sadness and grief.
11, it is true that after a while, in that place appeared the sun's small half of the face, red is really red, but there is no bright light. This sun seems to negative heavy load like step by step, slowly trying to rise, to the end, finally broke through the clouds, completely jumped out of the sea, the color red very lovely. For a moment, this deep red round thing, suddenly emitted a blinding bright light, shooting people's eyes pain, it is next to the clouds also suddenly have the luster.
12, I do not know how many years, the beach in addition to slightly thin, not much change. Patronize the sunshine here is still very gentle; in the beach foraging birds are still so calm, undistracted; cool seawater is still as open-minded as ever - like clean, but also good at hiding dirt. Its persistence, not warm, has been retained for countless centuries! White sandy beaches, small green crab's house is built on the wetlands cleaned by seawater, behind the thin window sill, laid out their eyes to explore the world, they use wonder and shyness to see tourists come and go from the side, with laughter, with crying, with joy, with dead and alive, and their own days, winter to spring, calm and peaceful, auspicious and well-being.
13, said the beach, in fact, should be called the river beach. After remediation of the river beach, has become level and orderly, natural and quiet. In the past, after digging and mining pits across, traps are densely covered, disorganized and chaotic scene has been no trace; only a pity, at the same time, there is the disappearance of the continuous beach, the fine sand, sand and water, the beauty of the integration of the mirage? That bare feet on the beach, running, wantonly play in the water, forgetting the sky and forgetting the situation forever into the past? Without the sandy beach of the large river beach, giving a feeling of emptiness, it seems that there is always a lack of something. Even fortunately, the river beach, pebbles all over, large and small, white and clean, staggered, water and stone, sand and stone one, is not lost as a chic scenery.
14, the night, too quiet, and the moonlight is like a hazy silver veil woven fog, in the leaves, on the porch, on the armrests of the wicker chairs, people's faces, flashing a solemn and holy light. The sea also seems to be asleep, I heard the soft waves lapping on the beach whisper.
15, sometimes the sun went into a pile of clouds, but its light shot down from the clouds, straight to the water. At this time it was not easy to tell where the water was and where the sky was, for I then saw only a brilliant bright light.
16, high in the sky of the sun enthusiastically sprinkled golden rays, to the warriors friendly show of respect; the sea waves are more and more leaping, playful one to the shore, want to kiss the iron men who protect the country; lush green pieces of coastal protection forest, elegant chic bath villas, golden soft sand with unspeakable pleasure to accommodate our dear and lovely warriors. Wandering in the golden beach, the blue wave surging head rush, the scenery in front of you will undoubtedly melt you in the arms of the sea, so that you are intoxicated in the realm of two things I forget. Even if you get all sand, a wave rolled over, the sand instantly washed away without a trace, clean and fresh.
17, Yalong Bay is the most beautiful spot in Hainan. Sunshine, air, beach, sea water, here are first-class. Especially that piece of standing a tall stone pillar of the square, more show Hainan's verve is also charm. Step on the white sand, soft, comfortable. The sea is blue, the sea breeze to send cool, the sea side of the mountain title a round of sunrise, looks charming and attractive. In the distance there is a huge ship sailing, near the playful boat. I and my peers off and into the water, like a virgin, for the first time in my life and the sea close contact, for a long time, rely on there, refused to go ashore, until the driver said no longer go will delay the trip, I just reluctantly let go of the sea's hand. At the foot of the mountain, is the sea. Stepping on the boulders, there are waves biting your toes. Facing the vast sea and sky, think, ancient Hainan, was regarded as a barbaric place, only sinners were exiled to this.
18, suddenly, the sea wind blew to us, the waves are bigger, the waves sometimes jump; sometimes roll; sometimes rushing; sometimes ......; white seagulls in the azure sky wings, suddenly up and down, loaded fishing boats come and go, seems to be reporting the joy of harvest.
19, the night, the beach flashed a hazy white light. The beach is flowing with moist wind. In the stream, from time to time came the sound of bright splashing; river protection bushes, occasionally ringing one or two nightingale chirping and cicadas were disturbed by the hoarse hissing. The long, long sandy beach is scattered with piles and clusters of people cooling off. Or talk about harvest farming; or pass anecdotal anecdotes; or manipulate the strong accent of the countryside to speak of the "Seven Heroes and Five Heroes"; or manipulate the qin accompanied by singing the hometown of Lv Opera ditty - "Ching Ming Festival March 3"...... sunshine, sand, waves, the old sea captain. This is the childhood on the beach and the sea of the beautiful yearning, with the growth of age, these yearnings have become memories.
20, there are many adults and children on the beach, children have a small bucket to catch crabs, some roll up their sleeves, splashing each other to play the water war, some with a swimming ring, is ready to swim, there are there to build castles with sand!
Beautiful phrases describing the beach
1, feet on the fine sand, eyes on the sea! The morning breeze is soothing and refreshing; the smell of the sea is in the nose and moves the mind. White waves across the sky and earth, rolled and rolled, tumbling and stacked up, very powerful. Staggered island, forcing people to reverie endless; yacht shuttle, attracting travelers mind.
2, high in the sky of the sun enthusiastically sprinkled golden rays, to the soldiers friendly show respect; the sea waves are more and more leaping, playful one to the shore, wanting to kiss the iron men who protect the country; lush green pieces of coastal protection forest, elegant chic bath villas, golden soft sand with unspeakable pleasure to accommodate our dear and lovely warriors.
3, wandering in the Golden Beach, the blue wave surging people surging, the scenery in front of you will undoubtedly melt you in the arms of the sea, so that you are intoxicated in the realm of things I forget. Even if you get all sand, a wave rolled over, the sand instantly washed away without a trace, clean and fresh.
4, I do not know how many years, the beach in addition to slightly thin, not much change. Patronize the sunshine here is still very gentle; in the beach foraging birds are still so calm, undistracted; cool sea water is still as open-minded as ever - like clean, but also good at hiding dirt. Its persistence, not warm, has been retained for countless centuries!
5, white sandy beaches, small green crab house is built on the wetlands cleaned by seawater, behind the thin window sill, laid out their eyes to explore the world, they look at tourists with wonder and shyness from the side of the people coming and going, with laughter, with crying, with joy, with dead and alive, and their own days, winter and spring, calm and peaceful, auspicious and well-being.
6, white sandy beaches, coral or shellfish white was casually discarded, fine and shaky. Coconut trees and mangroves always want to pull the shadow longer, to close to those broad sea, their childishness and simplicity, bring quiet and imagination to the beach - in the embrace of the sea where the water and sky meet, everyone can have a flower before the moon, and have a cowherd-like life.
7, this wonderful beach is ambling on the Taiwan Strait at the mouth of the Minjiang River, long years of waves will be yellow sand grains washed into a flat delicate skin, the wind of the floating moon of the change of the mountain of the secret of the water whisking, where the exercise of a variety of variations! The moment I set foot on the beach, the vastness is my bosom. Less distractions, put down all the trivial things around, as if this piece of empty whiteness, unspeakable beauty. After thousands of years of sifting and refining, the beach is extraordinarily soft and moist, the waves quietly surging over, and quietly retreat. The beach is vaguely sprinkled with a number of fuzzy silhouettes, some chasing each other, some whispering, some lying on the beach, are enjoying this wonderful time.
8, the night, the beach flood flash hazy white light. The beach is flowing with moist wind. In the stream, from time to time came the sound of bright splashing; river protection bush, occasionally ringing one or two nightingale chirping and cicadas were disturbed by the hoarse hissing. On the long, long sandy beach, there are piles and clusters of cool shadows scattered. Or talk about harvesting and farming; or pass anecdotes; or speak in a strong native accent, "The Seven Heroes and the Five Heroes"; or play the qin to accompany the singing of the hometown Lv Opera ditty - "Qingming Festival, March 3"......3 sunshine, sand, waves, the old sea captain. This is the childhood on the beach and the sea of the beautiful yearning, with the growth of age, these yearnings have become memories.
9, said the beach, in fact, should be called the river beach. After remediation of the river beach, has become smooth and orderly, natural and quiet. In the past, after digging and mining pits, traps are densely cluttered with disordered scene has been no trace; only a pity, at the same time, there is the disappearance of the continuous beach, that fine sand and water connected to the sand, the beauty of the natural integration has become a mirage? That bare feet stepped on the beach, running, wantonly play in the water, forgetting the sky and forgetting the situation forever into the past? Without the sandy beach of the large river beach, giving a feeling of emptiness, it seems that there is always a lack of something. Even fortunately, the river beach, pebbles all over, large and small, white and clean, staggered, water and stone, sand and stone one, is not lost as a chic scenery.
10, the beach, a childish call. A group of naked children, but also naked with their own desires, desperately running toward the far chase. Gold seems to be jumping and running, seems to never catch up. Until they were too tired to run, they dug a pit in the sand, and the stream slowly dipped in, first muddy, then clearing, and then, for a few items, wanging up a pool of sweet water. We bent our heads and gulped it down. When I dug the sand pit, the sand left in my hands, but also shimmering gold. It turned out that the shimmering was nothing more than some crumbs of mica.
11, beach, the universe unfolded a small corner. Don't want to say here is a secret healing, that is too pretentious, just want to every grain of sand, every wave asked you good. Walking in the grain full of words between the lines, as in a threadbare book to find a sunny indication, to explore the life of the cold and far-reaching how to be cast into a page of vicissitudes of life.
12, the beach, soft and warm, exudes the breath of the sun. She took care of our childhood dreams. When I was a child, we often spent the night on the beach (at that time, as if there was no need to worry about which human trafficking villain, will be in our sleep to take us captive). Late at night, the shadows gradually dispersed, the beach is steeply empty. We were also tired of the madness, so we laid down grass curtains and dog skin mattresses on the beach and covered them with cotton blankets and whatnot, so we could sleep soundly. The soft wind and the stream brewed my childhood dreams sweet and fragrant.
13, navigating the beach is actually not to experience a bitter cycle? As with their own nets repeatedly salvage their own fish, empty futility is never insignificant. What is the back of the sand, no need to look into, only love songs such as Gotham, such as a cold snake, familiar with the way to break in, weak heart all over the sadness and grief.
14, Golden Beach summer, under the blue sky, in the sun, constitute the island city summer bright and charming a scenic colorful umbrella yurt tents and life-saving swimming gear along the coast of the scattered. Swimmers or rent a parasol to shade the sun for a nap, laughing and joking; or lying on the beach, enjoy the fun of sunbathing; or to swim in the sea, or by motorboat through the sea. A colorful sun umbrella is like a romantic hand of interest and an atmosphere, unknowingly planted in the traveler's heart. Perhaps without ever thinking about what romance is, romance came to us so unconsciously.
1, walking in the Haikou rough mud and sand on the road, the heart always want to recall the first time in the North Sea on the beach feeling, the kind of soft sheep wet feeling.
2, this is a piece of sand, a golden sand, a piece of sand covered with shells, a piece of soft sand. This is a beach that will make you stay.
3. The sand here is very small and feels fine and soft when you step on it.
4, in the morning, the sun just up, walking on the beach, a gust of wind blowing in the face, so that people refreshed, the beach is simply empty, occasionally there are a few small crabs crawling around on the beach, like a race together, the cool sea water into a magnificent wave, can be given to the people washed ashore.
5, walking on the beach, behind you will leave a string of small footprints like silver chains. Under the sunlight, the beach becomes golden, which is really charming!
6, from afar, the yellow sand in the sun's reflection, golden, as if there is gold jewelry on it
7, a ray of golden sunshine, sprinkled on the beach, the sand reveals a golden smile, attracting the snow-white seagulls, came to this beautiful beach, a show of its beautiful body.
8, nightfall, the beach has been sparsely populated, only to see the air appeared a bunch of colorful fireworks, some fireworks fly to the sea, some fireworks rushed up to the sky, the moon sister can not resist the loneliness out to see the fun.
9, the sun shines on the beach, the grain of white sand crystal clear.
10, Yalong Bay is the first bay in the world, its beach is more charming, its sand white as jade.
11, the sun came out, the brilliant sunshine shines on the white and broad beach, the sea is up and down, the coconut tree shakes in the wind, the air is naturally fresh.
12, several leaves of white sails, in this water and sky colorful golden sea, like a few pieces of snow-white feathers, light floating, floating.
13, the beach is long, like a jade belt, step on it and loose and soft, and like a silver satin carpet.
14, the beach is seven kilometers long, the sand is finer than milk powder and whiter than snow.
15, the beach is so flat, the waves of the clean fine sand out of a layer of wrinkles, step on it comfortably.
16, the waves are the wonders of the sea, but she is more like a dancer, she can make people leave their worries behind and enjoy.
17, the golden beach water really blue really clear ah, like a bright mirror; golden beach sand really bright really flash ah, like laying a ground of gold.
18, the sea is so blue, so that people feel that the color of emerald is too light, sapphire color is too deep, even if it is a master teacher, it is difficult to describe.
19, the sea is full of water, shining in the setting sun, waves like naughty little children like jumping uncertainly, the water a golden light.
20, Hainan's sandy beaches, golden, become golden under the sun, very beautiful.