Spring has gone with the fall of flowers, and summer is covered with green leaves in the warm wind bouncing.
The early summer sunlight filtered down from the dense layers of branches and leaves, and the ground was covered with shimmering spots the size of copper coins.
The wind blew with a slight warmth, sending the cuckoo's call at times as it told us, "Spring has returned."
The grass, the reeds, and the red, white, and purple wildflowers were steamed by a fiery sun high in the sky, and the air was filled with a sweet
intoxicating scent.
In early summer, wildflowers of all colors bloomed, red, purple, pink, and yellow, like brilliant specks embroidered on a large green carpet;
Swarms of bees busied themselves among the flowers, sucking on the stamens, and flying diligently to and fro.
In the height of summer, it was so hot that even the dragonflies dared to fly only close to the shade of the trees, as if they were afraid that the sun would hurt their wings.
There was not a cloud in the sky, not a breath of wind, and a blazing sun overhead, and all the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.
In the height of summer in July, there was not a cloud in the tile-blue sky, and the fiery sun scorched the earth; the water in the river was scalding hot, and the earth in the field smoked.
The sun was blazing, and on both sides of the road, the ripe grains were bending over in the heat, heads down. Grasshoppers, numerous as blades of grass, chirped faintly and noisily in the wheat and rye fields again,
in the wheat and rye fields, and in the reeds along the banks.
The sun was like a big, big ball of fire, and the light burned, and the highway was baked by the hot sun, and the feet stepped down a step and a string of white smoke.
The weather was stiflingly hot, and there was not a breath of wind, as if the air had frozen.
The whole city was like a burnt-out brick kiln, making people breathless. Dogs lay on their backs and spat out their bright red tongues, and the mules and horses had their nostrils flared wide.
The hot umbrella of fire was high in the air, so hot that the fish in the river did not dare to show their faces, and the birds did not dare to fly out of the mountains and forests, and the dogs in the village just stretched out
their long tongues and panted endlessly.
On that day, the heat was intense. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gas that looked like clouds, not clouds, not fog, floated low in the air, making people feel suffocated.
It was a long drought in the summer, the hot sun baked the old loach in the field are turning white, the village side of the creek, the creek a few inches lower
those exposed in the water of the stone, steeply larger.
The birds did not know where to hide; the grass and trees were downcast, as if dying; only the robin, could not stop issuing
broken screams in the branches; it was really a broken gong and drums for the hot sun shouting and cheering!
The willows in the street were as sick as if they were sick, their leaves hung with dust and rolled on their branches, and their branches did not move. The road was glowing white, the vendors
dared not shout, and the Plexiglas signboards in front of the stores seemed to have melted.
Good Sentence
The stars were like pearls, set under the canopy, glittering with light.
The naughty little stars made a golden arc of light in the blue night sky, like a weaver throwing a brocade thread.
On a bitter winter's night, a few naked stars were shivering and shivering, and you could almost hear their teeth fighting against each other in the cold
.
The little stars swayed in the cold air, as if shivering from the cold.
The stars were full of emotion, like naughty children, gazing at the earth in a childish, insistent way, as if telling a beautiful
moving myth with their bright eyes.
Taibai star appeared quietly flickering above the sky like a candle that someone had carefully engineered away.
High in the dark blue sky shone a star as white and dazzling as a diamond - the star of enlightenment.
The starry night was extremely beautiful, with not a single floating cloud in the sky, and the deep blue sky was filled with diamond-like stars.
Bright stars, like jewels, densely scattered all over the vast and boundless night sky. The milky white Milky Way, from the northwestern sky, across
through the middle of the sky, diagonally cascading to the southeast of the earth.
The stars in summer are like mischievous children, and they are very cute.
Several big and bright stars hang in the night sky, as if they were heavenly people carrying lanterns in the vastness of space patrol.
The stars are reflected in the rough sea, so they dance up and down with the waves, appearing and disappearing.
The earliest star of the beginning appeared and twinkled in this deep blue sky. It was so big and bright that it was the only one in the whole vast sky
and it was there radiating a striking light, like a bright lamp hanging high in the sky.
Early in the morning, the blizzard stopped, but it would be a long time before dawn. A few straggling stars peeked open to peer into the snowy, silver-white world
of the world.
Gradually, the stars closed their drowsy eyes and receded into the morning sky.
A good shooting star traced silvery lines in the night sky, like it was exploring the best future in the world.
The stars were more numerous than ever, big and bright, they neither blinked nor twinkled, they were serene and peaceful.
What a cool, clear fall night it was! The stars were brighter and bigger ...... than ever, like a silver-gray canopy studded with jewels that captured
the eye, shedding a crystal soft light, and everything on the earth became so elegant and ethereal.
The mountains that are exposed to the clouds seem to be suspended like islands in clusters and smears.
The surrounding mountains look like a colorful canvas.
Mountain waves and peaks cascaded over each other.
The mountains were black and pale with no boundaries, and the knife-like cliff tops were heavenly.
The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
Long hilltop, like a large 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 were luridly quiet and gloomy.
The gorges were filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became great squares of flat, snow-covered ground.
The morning sun was shining, while the mountain was like a shy maiden, hidden from view, and the sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow was shining horizontally.
Standing here to see, really strange, the mountains simply changed, their shape and in the plains or mid-mountain look up very different, they become very
Layered, messy, majestic and strange. Looking up, the mountain is the sky, the sky is also the mountain, before and after the right and left are all mountains, as if your nose can always
touch the mountain.
Only in the distance, there was a misty giant peak protruding, surrounded by dozens of small rock peaks. Upon closer inspection, the giant peak looked like the Monkey King holding a golden banded stick
and those smaller peaks looked like little monkeys scratching their ears and cheeks. Look, the Monkey King is leading his children toward the South Heavenly Gate to kill them. Under the slightly white sky, the group
Mountains pale black like iron, solemn, solemn. The red sun rises, a mountain peak is ink blue. Immediately after, the mist rose, the milky veil to the heavy mountains spaced
up, only the tip of the peaks of the green, really like a brush and ink fresh, sparse and dense landscape painting. After a while, the fog is again dispersed, the bare
rock wall, cliffs, by the sunlight dyed crimson, and gradually turned into a bronze color, and green trees, green fields contrast each other, looks particularly magnificent.
The 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 deep into their hearts, is that the most adventurous
hunters, but also only to the foot of their feet, to chase those who run down from the mountains, goats, wild boars and wild boars. The most adventurous hunters only go to their feet, chasing the goats, wild boars and birds that run down from the mountains, and never climb to the top of their peaks.
No more than the spring rain after the bath of the green mountains more charming, the entire mountainside, are verdant green, did not come to the end of the fog like elegant
silk, a strand of winding in the waist, the sun will be on each leaf raindrops, are turned into colorful pearls.
The sharp, knife-like hills picked up a few wisps of milky fog, and in the mist, a thin thread was faintly visible.
The stone wall like a skyscraper on its face, as high as it is about to collapse down aggressively. On the top of the mountain, the dense dense forest seems to buckle in the absolute
wall of a huge black carpet hat, black and green from the rock wall popped up a cluster of unknown wildflowers.
The rain changed the mood of the park, northwest of the clouds, is the ink painting like distant mountains, which is quite praised in the garden architecture
"borrowed" to.