Scenic Beautiful Sentences Collection 99 Sentences
The countryside that is like the Milky Way like brook, it is clear, so clear that you can see the green-brown stone, you can see the water conservancy of the sand grains and the leaves that have been blackened, so quiet like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky, the white clouds, the green leaves, the sun shines in the brook, the golden light spot and the silver light spot intertwined, illuminating the multicolored light. Here are 99 beautiful sentences of scenery that I recommend for you.
1, the night scenery is like poetry, bold and romantic; night scenery is like literature, wonderful and moving, night scenery is like a painting, in the ink and ink of the light makeup and thick smear, the stars and the moon and the lights present a splendid picture.
2, the sky full of stars like countless pairs of eyes, a blink, very nice! The moon reveals a charming smile, much like a beautiful and quiet little girl. It puts the bright moonlight gently sprinkled to the earth. I like the fifteenth moon the most, because the fifteenth moon is the fullest and brightest of the year, it sprinkled a silver light on the earth, the earth decorated with extraordinarily beautiful!
3. People are busier in the spring. As the saying goes: a year in the spring. You see, in the city's streets and alleys, to and fro shuttling a busy figure, the countryside in the fields, farmers are sowing the seeds of hope. The walls of the classroom are plastered with the schedule of the new semester, a new book, there are many, many fruits of knowledge waiting for us to pick.
4, most of the colors of Beijing gardens for the golden or red, bright colors. Sometimes, in the green bushes to see a flying roof, yellow and green, contrasting with each other. Most of the palaces are fed with glazed tiles, red prongs, columns are too solemn, and elegance seems to be lacking. There are exceptions, Tan Tuo Temple's halls are paved with gray square bricks, the walls are also gray, with the surrounding scenery as one." Moss traces on the steps green, grass color into the curtain green", simple and elegant, unique style.
5, sandwiched in the middle of the willow tree peach tree also opened bright flowers, green willow, red flowers, really beautiful!
6, the magnificent hexagonal petals, smoke as light, jade as moist, cloud-like white, quietly fell to the ground, for the mother earth covered with a layer of cotton. As far as the eye can see, the whole world is as white as a fairy tale ice and snow kingdom. Fall out of the leaves of the tree branches covered with shiny silver bars, the snowflakes white as jade, it is the heavenly palace sent down the little generals, or the moon palace osmanthus tree fell on the jade leaves it? Snowflakes like a beautiful jade-colored butterfly, like dancing like drunk; like blowing down the dandelion; like floating like flying; like the angel reward gift of small white flowers; suddenly scattered and gathered, floating, gently full, worthy of the earth's masterpiece! I saw the snowflakes in front of me like a butterfly as mischievous, a moment to fall under the eaves, a moment to fall on the branches of the trees, but also from time to time drifting in the face of the pedestrians.
7, suddenly, the face of a round of red sun, sprinkled with a road of golden light, like a golden whip, driving the flying clouds and fog. The sea jumped out of a round of red sun, bright and colorful, the sea and air suddenly sprinkled with golden glory, the sea from the ink blue changed to blue.
8, the north Que Hugh book, the south mountain to my hut. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to do it. The white hair is old, and the green sun is forcing the year to be removed. I'm not going to be able to sleep, but I'm going to be able to get through the night with the pine moon.
9, the moon through the window, thoughts invisible. I've been thinking about the dreams I've been keeping and the emotions I can't let go of. A poem chanted in tears, talking about the heartache that can not be discharged: thousands of miles away from the act of looking at relatives, the dream of breaking the yin and yang difficult to meet, with the wind, paper money curls of smoke, a bunch of flowers a thousand ideas. Like rain tears dashing down, infinite sadness sob heart, send thoughts through Fengdu City, Ci Rong forever reside in the child's chest!
10, suddenly overhead swept a group of playful playful birds open feathers seem to be dyed gold in the golden autumn general appear eye-catching. But some of the leaves are not yellow in a golden season of green leaves is a miracle! I felt like seeing the June frost. Autumn rain is falling, not too much like flower needles. I like this kind of rain!
11, autumn, more vibrant than the winter scene, snow-covered winter is lovely, but the melons and fruits of the golden autumn is more rich in brilliant colors.
12, the beauty of autumn is mature - it is not as shy as spring, summer so open, winter so introverted. The beauty of autumn is sensible - it is not like spring so charming, summer so hot, winter so subtle. Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter. The sunshine of the golden autumn is warm and quiet, the autumn wind of the Dong village is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are floating.
13, autumn, golden season - with the spring as beloved, with the summer as enthusiastic, winter as attractive.
14, in the spring, the young childish heart in laughter, the young heart running in pursuit of ambitious ideals, the old heart in the effort to exercise, so that it once again glows with youthfulness ......
15, rice is ripe, golden golden as if it is who is in the ground paved with a thick layer of gold. Autumn waves shook the rice, so that the heavy ears of rice rhythmically fluctuating, as if the gold mountain in the landslide. The sound of the wind and the waves of rice, as if it were a moving piece of music.
16, autumn, cloudless, autumn wind. Migratory birds are eager to fly to the south. Geese a moment in a herringbone, neatly flying through the air, so no longer hear the migratory birds that crisp chirping. Sparrows chirping busy looking for food, frogs digging holes, ready to sleep comfortably, waiting for the next spring to get up!
17, the field, sorghum like a drunk, frequently nodding; corn is turning yellow in the clothes sleep; soybean also small slope of the belly, popped out; cabbage like soldiers in formation neatly arranged in the vegetable field. Farmers are busy harvesting the fruits of the year, the field from time to time bursts of laughter. The view of autumn is really beautiful ah!
18, a harvest scene in the farmland, golden corn, patches of soybeans, black and red sorghum, red peppers, snow-white cotton seems to be in the opening of the crop concert, the wind blew, then played a symphony. It's so beautiful! Autumn is so beautiful, let's go together to find the autumn!
19, the impression of the fall should be weeds withered, leaves falling, full of depressed scene. Now in front of the eyes is still a lush landscape, can not help but have a few anomalies. Although it is said that early in the morning to get up can feel a slight coolness, sunset and dusk can experience a hazy sadness, but it feels like autumn is still so far away from us. May face the same piece of blue, not perceive the soft footsteps of autumn, perhaps in the warmth of the harmonious living environment, the autumn came especially long.
20, when the sun sets, a round of red sun in the sky slowly falling west, the setting sun emits a thousand sunsets, sunshine sprinkled on the calm lake, the lake shines with a brilliant light. A breeze blew, the lake surface rose layers of waves, really nice.
21, the sun gradually down, its face more and more red, red like a big ball of fire, the side of the clouds dyed into colorful. Slowly it went behind the western mountains, leaving the beautiful haze in the distant sky. We all watched in awe. My heart was thinking: the evening sun is so beautiful!
22, the leaves are small and turquoise green, the flowers are small and so cute. Fuchsia roses dance in the wind, and there are naughty and cute little thorns on the rose branches, so you have to be careful! Look, the big cactus ball surrounded by eight small cactus ball, as if the family gathered together, how happy ah!
23, "Jiangnan memory, the most memory is Xitang. The most memorable is Xitang. The sound of paddles in front of the steps is far away, and the shadow of the alley and the moon and the bridge are long in the dream, and the dawn market is full of fishermen's songs." Just a small word, will again evoke my infinite nostalgia for Xitang. The memory of Xitang, as the words in the words, small bridges and flowing water, smoke curls, fishing songs.
24, into the wetland first into the eye is high and large yellow reeds, these reeds at least two uncles so high, see me dumbfounded, the wetland reed growth is really vibrant!
25, think of the corner of the world there is a you, the whole world has become gentle and stable.
26, standing at the top of the hill under the pavilion looking back, only to see the white wave in front of ten thousand stacks, green leaves together, the clear canal radical households, flowers full of carpets, more curved bridges and running water, the love silk micro-movement, the Golden Pavilion Promenade, elegant and outstanding, the water light and mountain color, muddy into a whole, everywhere beautiful, interesting.
27, disorientation of the night sky, gray-black sky hanging a round of golden boat, carrying a warehouse full of dreams, sailing to the depths of the clouds; cool wind slightly blowing the night veil, dusting off the dust of the years; melt the moonlight quietly flow, breaking the memory of the embankment; sporadic, softly sprinkled in the leaves, flooded with light green; such as China's silver wrapped in a trace of coolness, paving the way for a place of luxury.
28, those lush and verdant days farther and farther away, withered leaves piled up in the streets of the season, ink-dyed landscape faded into sadness. Autumn wind whistling, a burst of blowing, the leaves have sunk, flying in the sky, together with the flying dust, the sky stirred up a gray misty piece. The winter is coming.
29, in the morning, the sun rose from the sky, the sun like a big red ball of fire. There were white clouds in the sky, some like rabbits and some like turtles. The grass on the ground was green, as if it had spread a green blanket over the earth. The branches of the willow tree are long, like a long braid. Under the willow tree is a small river, the water in the river is blue, many fish swim around in the water, some like to do hide and seek, some small fish are blowing bubbles.
30, I would like to become a star, a star flashing seven colors of light; a no matter how thick the clouds in the night sky can be shot through the clouds of the most dazzling light of the star; a diamond-like hard star; a star in the winter can be dispersed faint warmth; a star in the summer can be dispersed faint coolness; I would like to become a magical star.
31, early morning Wuquan Mountain, is not any modification. From a distance, the mountain is cloudy and misty, like a fairyland on earth. Stroll along the rugged path next to it, you will feel the air with the breath of the soil, deep breath in the mountain forest, there is really a feeling of returning to nature, coupled with the birds chirping and singing, so that people feel extraordinarily comfortable.
32, I love spring, because spring is full of vitality, full of new hope!
33, Spring is here! Look, the melting ice water wakes up the brook." Ting Japonica, Ting Japonica", it is like nature's magical singer, singing a clear and pleasant song, running forward ......
34, September, the sky is high and cloudy, cold pools of the moon clear; September, the wind is clear and crisp, Dan Gui Xiang; September, colorful, the grains of abundance.
35, September's autumn, is a poetic watercolor painting. Golden rice, white cotton dos, red maple leaves, yellow chrysanthemums, purple . Trumpet flowers, blue water reflecting the blue sky." The mountains are clear and the water is clear and the night is frosty, and several trees are deep red out of light yellow", who says that ten thousand purples and reds are always spring?
36, the autumn wind soughing, falling leaves return to their roots. Looking at the ground full of fallen leaves and a fluttering figure in front of me, but I clearly heard the tune they sang for themselves. Heavy, long, gorgeous, solemn. I know, the earth, will also be due to this surging tune, memory of the so-called "years fly by".
37, the lake rushes to the red stone bridge will be like a pearl like sprinkle, the air is filled with cool water, deep inhalation, refreshing.
38, the flowers in the flower beds and upright trees, into a charming landscape.
39, early fall, the leaves began to flash yellow green, sparse flowers gently shaking in the wind, with a deep. But as long as after the outline of autumn, that beauty is unimaginable. Autumn, is the golden autumn, the leaves have long been unable to retrieve the summer when the dense turquoise dress, yellow fan leaves faintly appear golden veins, as if once brilliant reflection. With a trace, a wisp of golden halo, gusts of breeze blowing through the golden sea.
40, the summer solstice, full of green mountains is the purple magpie world is particularly beautiful coat. The mountain waist is floating in the clouds and smoke, like nine days outside the landing of the fairy mist. Layers and layers of terraced rice paddies, staggered, and strata. There are a few farming families situated in the mountainside. They guard this sea of terraces day and night. From the early spring seedling sowing has been carefully cared for. So much so that every bit of green spliced into a great green sea.
41, the snow forest dance twilight snow thousands of mountains, the moon hangs frost, ten thousand trees decorated with white curious makeup. Breath through the clouds dancing snow, free to drift into the river.
42, look, the corn in the field showed a smile, the autumn wind blew, flashing the light of the sun, autumn is golden. Look at the maple leaves all over the mountain, red like a flame burning, exuding vitality, autumn is red. Oh, we are all wrong, autumn is not golden or red, autumn is colorful.
43, standing on the pond, see the tide line, from Haining, straight to the pond. A little closer, it is vaguely white, such as driving a thousand groups of small geese, breaking wings and flying. Gradually close to the spray foam, ice cuju up, such as a million snow lions cover the river, angry thunder whip, ten thousand arrowheads, no dare after the first. Closer, the hurricane forced, the potential to shoot up the shore. Lookers to avoid easy, go to avoid the pond. Tide to the pond, try their best to a mammoth, the water shot, splashing up several feet, the face are wet. The whirlwind and the right, Gushan a block, bombardment of anger is very, gun broken Yongchu, half the sky snow dance. Look at the stunned, sit for half a day, Yan began to stabilize.
44, you have tasted the flavor of snow, cool, all of a sudden to the heart.
45, in my hometown not far away, there is a mountain called Yangtang Mountain, contains a spectacular beauty. The mountain range stretches more than 20 miles, the mountains are majestic and upright, the peaks towering columns, elevation of nearly 1,000 meters, it and the northwest side of the town of long cloth Shima Mountain is like a lover in love. Beautiful natural scenery, many landscapes, extremely rich in magical colors. Climbing to the top of the mountain, one's heart is pounding. That one is eroded by the frost of the years, such as knife cutting axe, into the peaks of different heights, quiet and peacefully displayed in front of people's eyes. If you witness these scenes, your heart will naturally send out the "ground to the boundless sky as a boundary, mountain tops I am the peak" of the true sigh.
46, the weather is too hot. Originally bustling streets become sparsely populated; originally lively parks are now empty; the original warm sun becomes hot.
47, spring rain like a mother to soothe the drought of the earth, spring rain like a mother to take care of the newborn grass, spring rain like a mother to moisturize our hearts.
48, spring came, the snow and ice melted, the earth is green, the trees sprouted ...... the weather became warmer and warmer.
49, spring is like an alarm clock, it wakes up the sleeping grass, add a color to nature; spring is like a conductor, it breaks the ice on the river, commanding the river to sing again; spring is like a painting, it collects the colors of nature, so that the flowers compete in the painting.
50, the scenery of the West Lake is so majestic; the lake is so clear; is so calm, like a mirror; the lake is so beautiful.
51, the blooming lotus like a wonderful girl, clear through the dust; like a dancing fairy, delicate; like a newborn child, spotless.
52, the spring girl in the ice on the river blew a breath of air, snow and ice disappeared at once; the spring girl waved her hand, the river swam a group of fish; the spring girl danced on the ground, the spring grass poked his head out, buds bloomed with a smile, the leaves left the house, and then returned to the trees; the spring girl and poured a cup of water to the earth, sheer spring rain to the earth dyed green, the soft spring winds of the river to iron the warmth of the water. The earth changed into a new dress, the spring girl was very happy.
53, spring rain patter, patter, patter, grass ah, quickly drill out! Quickly drill out! Spring breeze smiling, smiling, the birds said: "I want to sing to you! I'll dance for you!" The spring rain is dripping, dripping, dripping, and the trees are waking up! Wake up! Spring thunder rumbles, rumbles, rumbles, and the shoots say, "I'm going to drill out! I want to drill out!"
54. The black clouds turn over the ink and do not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumps into the boat. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was a little bit of a surprise to me.
55, only to see JiuGong Mountain cloud entangled with fog, fog chasing the cloud, can not tell, which is fog, which is cloud. Would like to become a bird, in the beautiful sky to roam, would like to become a magpie bridge, regardless of spring, summer, fall and winter, day and night, so that the cowherd and the weaving woman, when can meet on the bridge! When I looked to the right again, I almost thought I was standing on Penglai Island. Into the bottom of the eye, is an endless sea of white clouds.
56, Nine Palace. Vast Nine Palace, dangerous peaks, rising from the ground, cut China from the north and south. The mountains are lofty, the range of mountains, the mountains are continuous, the Yangtze River Plain from this end. Strange peaks, jagged rocks, erect and precipitous, looking down at the cliffs without seeing the bottom. The mountains are high and the water is long, the clouds support the blue lake, the wall flies snow, the sweet spring edge is from heaven. Auspicious clouds can be driven, lift the hand to pick the star, step on the sky, the body to the sky difference of one foot.
57, we are a group of lucky people, that night coincided with the fifteenth, that night there is a moving moon, not to mention that this is the lake in the clouds, from the sky is so close. When we finished eating out, found that the moon is so lucid, gentle, like a piece of jewelry in the heart of the hand for a long time just light out, with the warmth of the human body, let a person feel close and natural. It was so close to us and so big! I have never seen such a beautiful moon in my senses, and it turned out that looking at the moon in the mountains would have such a good feeling. So I can not help but think of Wang Wei's poem: "Sitting alone in a secret grove, playing the qin and whistle. Deep forest people do not know, the moon to shine." Tonight, I also follow the example of the ancients, in this bright moon to enjoy the beautiful mountain scenery of Jiugongshan it.
58, I want to praise you, more importantly because: you also feed the cradle of spring." Winter is coming, spring will be far away?" In the winter, the thought is purified, has been firm, the power is saving. Once the spring breeze is in the air, everything is more scrambling, angry, red and colorful. It is as if the budding buds suddenly bloomed.
59, I poked my head out of the window and looked out, hey! Spring has indeed arrived. Look, outside the tender green grass like in the cartoon, slowly poking their heads out. Look again, what are the stars blinking in that flat grass? Oh! That's a cute little flower, and there are little bugs burrowing around in the petals? Hehe, it's Thumbelina who sleeps in the petals of the flower in the fairy tale! Look again, the long-dried willow tree also stretched out the tender green hand, gently walked to the beautiful spring girl!
60, I came to the beach, hot gravel wrapped my feet, not waiting for me to lift my feet immediately there will be waves to wet your feet, and the beach contact with the unpleasantness disappeared all of a sudden, changed into the sea's gentle breath - it is with soft hands, caressing your feet, comfortable. Mixed with the fishy smell of the sea breeze blowing, I feel the breath of the sea, as drunken; closed his eyes, opened his arms, feel the embrace of the sea, so I want to just stand here forever.
61, the park's most distinctive feature is the navy blue marble square, square, brightly illuminated. Square built two rows of about one meter high arc row stone wall, on the line with grass carved with Ouyang Xiu's Yiling landscape poem "nine aria". In the common morning light and twilight, there is a crane-haired old man, holding a two-foot-long brush, dipped in water for ink, waving the brush freely, awakening the heart of that ancient perception. Pedestrians who pass by, prefer to go around, but also refused to trample the word and walk, for fear of degrading, desecrating the sacred view.
62, they are all the same ruthless, the same can make human beings feel the smallness and humility of life, the same are full of human beings completely intolerable change. In the midst of such changes, human life immediately becomes as fragile as an eggshell under a hammer. In one respect the ocean is even more violent and cold than the desert, and carries with it a sort of merciless sneer at mankind.
63. Your eyebrows are asleep and the petunias are awake. The corners of your mouth are asleep, the little wooden horse is awake. You and the whole world are asleep, I and joy are awake and jumping. Through the sunny days I see another sunny day, the magnolias and begonias open in the sunshine, they never fade, in this cool April.
64, tree crevices are also leaking one or two points of street lighting, insipid, is thirsty sleeper's eyes. Spring is still shallow, a few hilltops on the plum blossom but struggling to spit out red buds. The breeze blows softly, softly caressing my face. The lotus blossoms in the pond are shyly beating their flowers. The fallen leaves dance high and low with the wind.
65, the wind is soft and the rain is fine, the background is reflected, who understands the ancient poetry of Jiangnan?
66, has been touched by the beauty of Jiangnan, in the late night often imagine that paradise, the heart also became silent.
67, when you enter this beautiful park, into the eyes of a dense forest, to go, as if into a green world. Through the woods, a tall and spacious gazebo appeared in front of your eyes, there are a few people leisurely joking and talking here.
68, the colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are tender green, spring flowers are delicate yellow.
69, from the village to the field, wheat seedlings lush green, roadside grass is also a piece of green.
70, the sun is like blood, the sky is full of red, away from the geese in two rows, the lake in the setting sun as if it was injected with blood, flooded with a ghostly red light!
71, suddenly there is a white mist like light streaming over, that is another train, from north to south, and we rubbed in the dreary night.
72, raindrops fall from the eaves, walls, and leaves like beads on a broken string, and finally join together to form a column of water.
73, Rain, falling on the campus! I held an umbrella and slowly strolled in the rain. The reddish wind phoenix leaves, in the rain, gently floating down, there seems to be a parting sad emotion ah!
74, crystal transparent snowflakes flying in the sky, the streets are sprinkled with snow, the houses are full of snow, even the branches of the trees are full of snow, the whole earth into a silver world.
75, white snowflakes, like a piece of white cotton; like a piece of torn cotton wool; like a piece of snow-white feathers; also like a white veil in the air like a young girl dancing. The snowflake has six petals, and if you color it, it can be compared to a brightly colored flower.
76, spring is here, the field of everything revived, tender green grass slowly from the soil out of the head, flowers also bloomed a smile, swallows also flew back from the south, chirping and screaming, from the sky to fly in a zigzag row some rows of herringbone, I think it's very interesting, the big trees are slowly growing out of the shoots, apricot blossoms in the spring, peach blossoms, pear blossoms are competing to open the river, ice is also melting. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what you're doing and what you're doing.
77, the pursuit of mathematical precision, chemical requirements of the pure, but the fog is telling us to be fuzzy, to be turbid, so the fog does not belong to science, does not belong to the world of matter, it belongs to the aesthetics, belongs to the world of man.
78, autumn is a highly skilled magician, in her world, there are many unknown secrets, evening, the sky changes how so fast, just now you also see a few strands of beautiful color clouds, beautifully looking at the sky.
79, this rain, pattering, moist soil, wet willow. The wind, lingering, around the thoughts, blowing messy hair. This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a hurry to get out of the house. The scenery, like a poem, like a picture, filled with landscape, intoxicated by the earth. This person, true feelings, moving the wind and rain, sighing heaven and earth. The first thing you need to do is to get into the car and get out of the car, and then get out of the car.
80, the starry sky of the summer night is how beautiful ah! Those twinkling stars are so calm and serene, both like a bright eyes, and like a bright crystal silver lamp, looking at me, illuminating me, so that I have a lot of reverie.
81, just as we visit the Observatory near the end of the time, the sky suddenly changed its face, a burst of dark clouds pressed down, and then actually fell a fine rain. The teacher urged us to go downhill quickly. On the way down, I noticed the green color of Sheshan again. The dense rain, as if to Sheshan washed a shower, full of leaves, washed bright green shiny, but also hung with small crystal water columns, this Sheshan rain green, is a flash of green, transparent green, is a charming green, intoxicating green.
82, summer, the plum rain welcome, charming a dusty fireworks. Had the title of the pen and ink, sculpture of the time, that fell on the corner of the page characters are the years of the world in a flavor, slow with the ink point by point dry, interpretation of the floating life as a dream walk through the hardships; walk through the prosperity; walk through the lonesome; and from the lonesome to find their own thanksgiving so that the heart of the harvest, is the experience of giving a heavy and compassionate and an understanding and comprehension of the life of one. I just want to let the days go by slower, and then slower ......"
83, Dianchi around, east and west of the Golden Horse Bijie two peaks stand, north and south of the long insect White Crane two mountains look away, more scenic attractions. The lake has a huge smoke wave, the scenery is fascinating.
84, sometimes, all the scenery is only for a passer-by, or a passer-by. Like that initial love.
85, the maple leaves on the tree turned dazzling red. A breeze blew by, the maple leaves with the wind sister play together, do not know where to fly. There are also some leaves like a red butterfly generally flew to the land, hiding in the embrace of the tree mother. The sun in the sky seems to be tired, the light is no longer so harsh in the summer, but also a little soft.
86, autumn, no spring colorful flowers, no summer lush unusual green trees, no winter snowflakes, but autumn has fruitful fruit trees, bring people the joy of harvest, everywhere is fruit!
87, forward, a tantalizing new green as far as the eye can see, that is full of new lotus. Some of the lotus leaves spread disc floating on the water; some green umbrella-like swaying in the air; some of the pockets of water droplets to reflect the sunlight brilliantly; some of the growth is very high, but did not unfold the leaf surface, bravely stood up. Lotus is mostly in bud, white and pink flowers, like a flower fairy through the breeze, in the pool skirt flying, dancing.
88, spring Jiangnan is beautiful, the wind is very soft, the air is very fresh, the sun is very warm.
89, spring to good fast, silent and unknowingly, the grass is green, the branches sprouted, all over the field wildflowers rape blossom brilliant and colorful, everything bathed in the spring morning dawn, the spring breeze shaking swing, as if the girl sings and dances, chu chu moving.
90, spring is here, everything from sleep to wake up, grass, trees began to bud.
91, since ancient times, poets love spring, praise spring, because the spring scenery is pleasant, everywhere can be into the poem.
92, the rain fell more and more, looking into the distance, as if a piece of mist blocked the line of sight, gray, trees, houses, ah, can not see anything.
93, rising as silver smoke, the more ancient silent never-ending stream, the pack of the sunset slowly solo oxen, a square rice paddy like a checkerboard grid, green seedlings, weaving a carpet, far away from the sky; clumps of green trees reflecting the green brick and red tile houses.
94, Tiancheng Rock Temple Temple into the cliffs of the stone as a tile, Buddha outside the temple Roach even cliffs. Bikong cliff water droplets leak, like the rain in spring to hit the ball.
95, white clouds more and more, more and more bright, but never see the trace of the sun. Willow trees on the lake embankment showed the outline, swaying with the wind, so that people's eyes for the refreshing, for the fascination. I was intoxicated by the scenery of the shore, suddenly realized that the east vaguely appeared a red light. Watching through the clouds, the light is getting bigger and bigger, like a huge dragon rushing from the sky to the earth, the east is silent, except for the red dragon rushing toward me.
96, in the urine field colt face, there is a flying eaves pavilion, white pavilion in the center of a taiji circle, often the old man to talk here. From the railing to look out, gray and white building, dark green window frames reflected in the scales fluctuating on the water, as if a quiet painting, a gentle touch, will be broken.
97, the beauty of the woods is no less than the beauty of the sea. A strong and powerful branches and trunks baked out the vicissitudes of several years. The leaves have been withered but also have a unique flavor. Light wind blowing naughty to fiddle with a piece of branch and leaf, finally, the leaves can not withstand the invasion of the cross child left the snuggle for several months of the branches of the very wandering began to float down, it is not willing to, such as the withered leaf butterfly in the air like a display of not easy to be detected by the beauty of the last in the air and drew a perfect arc to the ground, the end of its life. But they have dedicated their beauty to human beings to complete its mission.
98, the sun puts out the light is getting higher and higher, the sea is full of waves, colorful, the sea put on a layer of golden veil. On the coast, grandpa's white beard into a golden beard, auntie's cheeks more rosy ...... sea has become purple, wave light plus purple, spectacular. I couldn't help but shout, "It's so beautiful! Too beautiful!" Am I in a fairyland, in a dream paradise ah!
99, cold, the weather is still so cold. But the sun is warm after all. At noon, the sun shines brightly on the earth. Golden sunshine, sprinkled pouring in the wilderness and the roof, sprinkled on people's shoulders and back of the ridge. A hot stream of warmth in the body overflowing, head dizzy, soft bones, how comfortable, how cozy.