thousands of mountains a blue ten thousand mountain clusters of thousands of mountains thousands of colors of mountains and rocks strong and bold mountains clear water and beautiful water mountains high trees under the valleys green mountain green water green sea green mountains wondrous mountains and beautiful water
peaks on the peaks of the peaks of the peaks clear and elegant showy inches of grass shrugged in the sky clouds and mist twisted around the wonders of the peaks towered towering mountain majestic group of mountains clusters of thousand of mountain ranges
the group of mountains that are exposed to clouds seem like an island The mountains are suspended in a cluster of islands.
The surrounding mountains look like a colorful canvas.
The mountain waves are cascading.
The mountains are dark and boundless, and the cliffs are cut like a knife and an axe.
The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
The dragon hilltop, like a 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 people 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 big square of flat snow-covered ground.
The morning sun is shining, and the mountain is like a shy girl, hidden, the sunset, the afterglow across the light.
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Standing here to see, it is strange, the mountains simply changed, their shape and in the plains or mid-level look up very different, they become very cascading, messy, majestic and strange. Up to look up, the mountain is the sky, the sky is also the mountain, before and after all the mountains, as if your nose can touch the mountain at any time.
Just see a misty giant peak protruding in the distance, surrounded by dozens of small stone peaks. Take a closer look, the giant peak like the Monkey King holding a golden rod, those small peaks are like scratching the ears and cheeks of the little monkey. See, the Monkey King is leading its children to the South Heavenly Gate to kill it. White sky, the mountains pale black like iron, solemn, solemn. The red sun rises, a mountain is ink blue. Immediately after, the mist rose, milky veil to the heavy mountains spaced out, leaving only the tip of the green peaks, really like a brush and ink fresh, sparse and dense landscape painting. After a while, the fog and dispersed, the exposed rock walls, cliffs, by the sunlight dyed red, gradually turned into a bronze color, and green trees, green fields contrast each other, appearing to be 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, no one dared to go deep into their hearts, that is, that the most adventurous hunters, but also only to the foot of their feet, to chase those who run down from the mountains of the mountain goats, wild boars and flying birds, never! The most adventurous hunters only go to their feet, chasing after the goats, wild boars and birds of prey that run from the mountains, and never climb to its peak.
There is nothing more charming than the green hills after the spring rains, the entire mountainside, are verdant green, did not come to the end of the fog like elegant 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, the mist, vaguely visible a thin line.
The stone wall like a skyscraper on the face of the pressure, as high as it will collapse down aggressively. On the top of the mountain, the 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 like ink painting of the distant mountains, which is quite praised in the garden architecture "borrow" to.
*Good Words, Good Sentences, Good Paragraphs Describing Joy
Good Words
Happy Joyful Ecstatic Fullness Happy Pleasure Unbridled Euphoria Happiness Delighted
Painful Satisfaction Joyful Revelation Sweet Smile Excitement Pride Consolation
Happy Satisfied Lucky Frolic Raving Laughing Pleasant Joyful Gladness Eat Happy As Much as you can
Shuffled Cheerfulness
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Smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling to my liking, smiling to my heart's content
Laughing with joy, smiling sweetly, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, laughing with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, smiling with joy, laughing with joy.
Laughing so hard that she couldn't hold her back Laughing so hard that she shed tears Laughing so hard that she couldn't catch her breath
Good Sentences
0 She was full of sweet smiles, living like a rose in full bloom.
O Her sweet smile flowed through my heart like a cool spring.
O Joy surged into her heart, and it was as if her heart was swirling in spring water.
O That heart was so happy that it could hardly hold the honeyed joy.
O In his heart, it was as if he had let go of a thousand-pound burden.
O She was so happy that her face was full of sunshine, and her two round and bright eyes were like two small lanterns.
O The ecstasy in my heart was unspeakable when I dove headlong into the dusty pile of books
*Good Sentences and Words about Xia
Good Words
Chaoyangxia Eveningxia Redxia Colorfulxia Cloudxia Jinxia Fallingxia Xiaxia Xiaguang Xiaxiaxia Shadow Xia cape
Xiaguang Wandao Colorfulxia Colorfulxia colorfulxia Eveningxia like fire Chaoxia brilliantly Latexian Crimson
Evening Xiaxia The evening sun is like blood, the evening sun is magnificent, the dianxia is like a brocade, the clouds are floating, the sun is shining, the Zhu Xia is full of roses
Good Sentences
O In a flash, ten thousand clusters of golden arrows of sunlight, burst out from the clouds. Those clouds that had sucked up the haze, bright red and bright red, gradually drifted away under the gentle blowing of the morning breeze.
O The clouds were suddenly brilliant, like the blooming fuchsia buds competing for color; like the charming girl dancing with her veil; and more like the blazing red camellias blooming in the mountains and fields, laughing and comparing their beauty with each other.
O The setting sun dyed the clouds into a bleak red, and in the blink of an eye, the layers of clouds were transformed into dazzling roses, wandering in the sky.
O The sun set over the mountain tops, the sky appeared in the red evening sun, some like the fairy scattered flowers, some like the eight precepts to eat watermelon, some like standing mountain peaks . Some of them are like the rushing river, the shape of a thousand, very beautiful.
O In a flash, the golden red apples, purple grapes, deep blue jade, white pearls ...... a brain in front of the eyes, dazzling, dazzling.
O I came to the river pond at the bottom of the slope, viewing the beauty of the summer evening, only to see the evening sun burning red half the sky, reflecting the red pond water, reddish color the whole mountain.
O The range of the sunset slowly narrowed, and the color gradually became lighter, purple-red turned into deep red, deep red turned into pink, and from pink to light red, and finally disappeared.
O The golden sunset, like a magical hand, pulled open the soft curtain, and the whole earth became clear.
O The colorful evening sunlight is changing wonderfully, the color is getting deeper and deeper, and finally turns into a few strokes like a thick ink painting, which is even more magical and charming.
O The sky was green, a few orange-red sunsets were sparsely distributed in the sky, and slowly the sunsets expanded, and the color changed from orange-red to bright red.
O The red haze shone on the azure green water, spreading into a golden light, and the red haze in the sunlight that wanted to sink, but also into a different color. A layer of light and color, hit and swung, flashing and flickering are reflected in the bottom of my eyes.
O The form of the sunset is also changing, some like an eagle with wings to fly, some like a bright red scarf in the flutter. But a moment of the red scarf disappeared, but came a galloping horse ... really a thousand forms, vivid.
O The red sun sinking in the west, the sky gradually darkened. In the west, a fiery red sunset burned ...
O The colors of the sky are really wonderful! A patch of orange near by and a patch of red in the west, illuminating the deep blue sky in all its splendor.
O As the sun sets, the sunset reflects the red color of the sky, which is then reflected in the river, turning the water red! It is like a red lotus blooming in the river, beautiful!
* Good Words, Sentences and Paragraphs Describing Youth
Good Words:
Enchanting, charming, spry, handsome, rugged, romantic, longing, bold, obsessive, fond, exhilarating and exciting
Intelligent, wise, brilliant, gorgeous, charming, pure and despairing
Eyebrows clear and beautiful, smiling, knitted brows and smiling, bright eyes, white teeth, laughing, smiling and smiling, with beautiful eyes, looking at them, handsome and dashing
Beautiful, elegant, graceful and elegant, with a beautiful look.
Suave and elegant, ice-clear and jade-clean, with a clear mind and a hearty heart
Passionate and vigorous
Strong and majestic
Good Sentences：
Youth is like a bell, tied to our arm, and only when we keep on running will she give out a pleasing sound.
Sometimes the excitement is high, every beat is resounding and majestic; sometimes low and soothing, every note is sentimental and entangled. This is the melody of youth.
Gifts, to have a package, hide an unexpected surprise; youth, but no need to dress, what is beautiful but the original real.
"Spring has a hundred flowers, autumn has the moon; summer has a cool wind, winter has snow." In this way, youth need not worry.
Youth is fiery, melting young life in youth, everyone can become a warrior,
In the days of youth through a snowstorm, the footsteps not only will not be frozen, but also more and more determined.
Young is to catch up with the sun's magnificence, rather than waiting for the moon's boredom,
Young can be nothing, but can not be willing to be nothing.
Good paragraph:
Youth is not the years, but the state of mind; youth is not the peach face, Dan lips, soft knees, but the deep will, magnificent imagination, hot love; youth is the deep springs of life in the flow.
Youthful air through the rainbow, brave over cowardice, enterprising overwhelmed metamorphosis. So sharp, twenty after the students have it, sixty-year-old man is more common. The years have increased, not old, ideals discarded, fall into the twilight of the party.
18 years old, we do not understand youth. We take youth as a kind of capital, with the squandering of life to show that it exists; with the boast to show its charm; with my behavior to prove that it is free ......
When the flowers are thin, only as a dream woke up: youth need not be shown, do not have to prove that youth can not afford to squander youth is not unique to you.
Youth is only once belongs to you in the flower season, so that you in the happiness of the time, to be doubly cherished, the time of suffering, to be doubly resilient, carefully pick each kind of flower specimens, to retain the eternal fragrance of life.
Perhaps, the young time is too good, the mind is easy without the need to carry a dark cloud, the face is as fresh as the flowers blooming after the rain, the strength can make you reach any desired place, the eyes are always looking forward to the unresolved mystery.
Those who are no longer young, recalling those days strung together with poems, are always inevitably issued a helpless sigh: there are also so many who are on their way to youth, worrying that everything today will eventually drift away, and will eventually be separated by a distance that can never be reached.
Only because of the impeccable perfection of youth, so in everyone's mind has become a burden, for fear that it has the slightest attenuation. Remember when you were attracted by the plot of the play, and worried about the curtain when the kind of feeling often?
In fact, for a dashing soul, this is all a kind of obsessive childishness. Each station of life has its own unique mood, as long as you have experienced everything as a treasure, as long as you cast your eyes to the front of the yet to be reached, you will know, even if the youth will end, then in the harvest of the joy, you will start a more charming journey.
The beauty of youth is not the popular brand-name fashions in the streets;
The melody of youth is not the lingering sadness of the guitar playing;
The dashing of youth is not the coyness of the arm and hip swaying;
The joy of youth is not the spinning wheels of the suburb flying.
*Description of spring good words, good sentences, good paragraph
Good words:
Fireworks three spring spring back to the earth spring full of people heaven and earth plus spring spring back to the warmth of the ground ice melt
snow melt ice elimination wind and sunshine wind and sunshine clear day warm at the beginning of the warm and chilly spring chilly twilight spring air warm
and warm as the spring spring melt spring water spring water murmuring spring grass like silk spring grass luxuriant
spring buds break the ground spring grass
The trees are competing with each other, and the grass and trees know spring, and the grass and trees are new, and the grass and trees are new, and the grass and the peaches are green, and the grass is long and the warbler is flying
The bonus is that the green flowers are green, and the leaves are all over the grass, and the grass is green and the grass is green and the grass is green and the grass is green and the grass is green and the grass is green and the grass is green and the grass is green and the grass is green and the grass is green and the grass is green and the grass is green and the grass is green and the grass is green and the grass is green and the grass is green
★ The spring field is full of the musty smell of the dead grass and leaves that have been composted by the snow, mixed with the fresh scent of wheat seedlings, trees and weeds.
★ The sky is a deep blue, the sun is as soft as a sponge; the wind blowing on the people to make the people as happy as the magic. People are so mesmerized that they are about to dissolve in this kind of light.
★ Willow branches by the river spit out buds, asparagus also drilled out to put the leaves through the green, the calm water in the river, awakened from the winter of the pure, by the colors of nature dressed in green and verdant.
★ The mountain is a cloud of apricot blossoms. The streams in the valleys swirled and rushed and leaped, ding-donged and splashed with silver mist. Everywhere is alive, even under the thin ice in the back of the shade, but also flowing water, but also swimming with dense small fish.
★ The soil of the forest is mixed with the fresh smell, the grass leaves slowly probe, in the roots of the trees, in the bushes, at your feet, quietly spreading the unknown light green. Like a light watercolor.
★ Willow fluttered, elm money drifted down, butterflies and fell to the ground rape petals to say goodbye, pea flowers into fat green tender pods.
★ Even the trees on the sidewalks on both sides of the road, not long ago, they are still bare in the cold wind, now also bloomed buds, put on a green dress, gleefully greeted the pedestrians, pouring out the rich spring weather.
The green window is late for the spring sleep, who aroused, outside the window, the dawn warbler cries.
The green window is late for spring sleep, and who has awakened the dawn warbler to cry outside the window? --Jiang Kui, "The Pale Yellow Willow"
Listening to the cries of the Duyu in the spring mountains, one voice is a poem of farewell. --Xin Qiji, "Raccoon River Sand"
The willow does not cover the spring color break, a branch of red apricots out of the wall. --Lu You, "On the Horse"
The spring is often characterized by rain and wind, but when the wind and rain clear up, the spring is already empty. --Lu You, "The Yellow Bean Leaves"
The pear blossoms have fallen and spring is over, and the remaining sunlight is all over the ground, and the green color and smoke are old. --Mei Yaochen, "Su Mou Zhi"
The snow has disappeared and the mountains are green outside the door, and the flowers are clear in February by the river. --- Ouyang Xiu, "Song of Xie Facao at the West Lake on a Spring Day"
The weak willow has a thousand apricot branches, half of which contain the spring rain and half of which are hanging down. --Wen Tingyun's Title to the Wangyuan Post
The gusty winds have fallen off the crimson color, but the green leaves are full of branches. --Du Mu, "Poem of Disappointment"
The soughing east wind and the fine rain are coming, and there is light thunder outside the hibiscus pond. --Li Shangyin, "Four Untitled Poems"
The swallows do not return to spring, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the smoky rain. --Li Hua, "Spring Walking Improvisation"
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The Symposium was full of vitality, the weeds all over the ground, the ghostly ambush on the ground, in every square foot of green, there are always young girls' lips like the petals of the unknown flowers dotted, as if they have some special style and appearance. Tender green wheat seedlings, by the breeze, showing a curvaceous and slender posture, charmingly talk and laugh. The water in the small ditch is also slightly swept by the morning breeze, a slight ripple. High above the ground mound, decorated with weeds and small flowers. Like a young girl's newly developed breasts, dotted with plump flesh - the world of beauty,
-- Ai Wu "Tide of Thought"
In April, the fine rain, clearing and falling, washing the air strangely cool. The leaves of the young trees are still small, but there is some green everywhere. The shy spring sun is only gently, from the thin clouds to poke out some soft light: the shadow of the people on the ground, the shadow of the trees are very faint. The wild peach blossom bloomed early, light pink color in the wind and rain swing, as if charming weak little village girl, dressed in simple and beautiful.
-- Lao She, "Two Horses"
Spring. The yellowed wilderness turns green. New green leaves grow on the dead branches. The sun smiles gently on everyone, and the birds sing and fly. Flowers opened, red flowers, white flowers, purple flowers. The stars shine, red stars, yellow stars, white stars. The sky is blue, the wind is free, and the love is dreamy and beautiful.
Everyone has spring. Whether it's you, or me, everyone can have laughter, love and intoxication in the spring.
--Ba Jin's "Autumn in the Spring"
The Syllabus in the embrace of ten thousand mountains is even more leaking. The peach blossoms are still in bloom there, and the roaming thin clouds fly from one peak to another, sometimes stopping for a while in order to block the sun, so that the flowers and grasses on the ground can take refuge in its shade from the intimidation of the light flame.
The shady places under the rocks and beside the mountain streams were covered with vetch ferns and other crested ferns. Red, yellow, blue and purple flowers dotted the green.
The larks in the sky and the warblers in the forest all struck up their tongues. The light wind put their voices together into a piece, distributed to all kinds of creatures in the mountains with ears or without ears. The peach blossoms were so mesmerized by the sound that they could not help but shed a few pink tears, one by one, on the ground. The small grass flowers listen to the great intoxicated, and with the sound of the rhythm of a little down, a little up, no calm time.
-- Xu Dishan's "Spring Forest"
It was a March day, and the sky outside the city looked extremely high and clear. The fields are soft and fluffy, the grass is very tender, and there are dandelions among them, a little bit of pale yellow, which makes the heart and soul a little bit swirling. Looking at the willow from afar, green with smoke, dizzy as a dream, can not help but close to look at the tips of the branches, but no leaves, the skin under the veins are chu chu flow green.
There are many pedestrians on the road, some sitting in the car, or to seek business; some picking a stretcher, or trading. Spring quietly came, only they are so leisurely, drunken. Only they have a deep understanding of the flavor of the spring.
--Jia Pingwa "tea"
Anyway, the winter is over. At the beginning of April, the days became warmer, the nights were still cold, and winter refused to give way, but at last a warm day came and beat back the winter, so that the river flowed, and the birds chirped, and the whole meadow and shrubs by the river were flooded by the spring tide, and the high slopes on the other side of the Rukovo River were occupied by an ocean of water, and ducks flew and landed here and there in flocks on the surface of the water. Every evening, the fiery red spring sunsets and gorgeous clouds create a new, extraordinary, and bizarre scene, and later when people see that color and those clouds in paintings, they will not believe that it is true.
--[Russian] Chekhov, "The Peasant"
A warm wind blew, carrying the news of new life, development and prosperity to almost every cell. The distant mountains on the other side of the lake have awakened from their slumber, and are filled with the hopeful favor of spring. The spring seedlings in the fields are like women playing in spring, dancing their tender green clothes at will. Willow on the river bank, just through the goose-yellow leaf buds. Birds are chasing each other as if they are carrying out a great cause. A few clusters of village houses, the form is largely the same, roof tiles can be counted. The people who live in those houses, men and women, old and young, see that spring is coming, and the earth will have a new business, a new success, and they also rejoice: not lazy, not avoiding labor, and work hard there.
Clear as the bottom of the waves sparkling gold sparkling flashing nine curves back to the bowels of the unfathomable depth of the water flowing rapidly
A cascade of thousands of miles of tumbling and roaring unceasingly the river blank rolling eastward high mountains and flowing water
Thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of water flowing and flowing water falling from the stone
Good Sentences
★ A river of green water, across the east window of the people, tablecloths, the new light-colored clothes ...... all smeared with a light green shadow.
★ The lake is full of grass and soil, due to the moisturizing of the lake, more and more brightly colored.
★ The lake is clear, the wind and waves are calm, far away from the reef can be seen in the underwater glittering, crystal colorful.
★ The spring is surrounded by a short, velvety meadow of green grass, and the sun's rays almost never reach its cool, silvery waters.
★Then the bo bo was loud and deafening, the jade flower splashed, blinded like a squint, and I was wet through and through. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and it was the first time I saw it.
★When the cool wind brushes the water surface, the water will suddenly appear a momentary narrow silver foil.
★ The clear water cascades down from Bogda Peak and rolls to the foot of Tianshan Mountain, where the great canal shoots straight to the earth like an arrow.
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★ Along the river on both sides of the continuous mountains are deep turquoise color, the mountains often wear a bit of snow, the river is clear as jade. Traveling in such a river, looking at the water and the mountains, and experiencing the sailors' bravery in their work and food, made me smile in my loneliness not infrequently!
--Shen Congwen, "Xiang Xing Xing Diaspora"
★ A river of autumn water, is still blue and clear. The autumn mountains on both sides of the river are still curling up to welcome people. The Cangjiang River, a few curves, there are a few clusters of reeds, a few curves of the village, dotted there. You sit in the cabin of the ship, only to raise a head up, split the face of the river bank Sapium sebiferum trees and go to the sky is not far away from the green mountains to greet you.
-- Yu Dafu "Smoke and Shadows"
★ Although the current has been liberated from the mountains compared to the upper reaches, but still quite turbulent, and therefore quite indulgent and uninhibited, the river is quite vast, and every time there is a small and large continent, wearing newborn miscellaneous trees. Although verdant in spring and summer, it becomes a sparse cold forest in winter. The color of the water, except for the reddish color during the summer floods, is a thick azure. The sound of the beach from near and far is constantly singing.
-- Guo Moruo "Under Emei Mountain"
★The lake is surrounded by rolling peaks. The water of the lake is turquoise and clear. When there is no wind, it is as horizontal as a mirror, and the white clouds and the shadows of the green mountains are reflected on the surface of the lake, and the mountain light and water color are blended into one. Large and small fish in the water shuttle, as if in the Chongshan, between the white clouds swimming, so that people seem to be in a fairyland.
-- Bianba Zhaxi "Mysterious Lake Miaogao"
* Good Words and Sentences Describing Spring
Good Words about Spring:
Spring Early Spring Early Spring Yangchun Spring Festival Spring Festival Spring Festival Spring Festival Spring Thunder Spring Spring Season Spring Intention
Spring Silkworms Spring Colors Spring Clothes Spring Spring Spring Symbol Symbol Symbol Symbol Symbol Symbol Symbol Symbol Symbol Symbol Symbol Symbol Symbol Symbol Symbol Symbol Symbol Symbol Spring Spring Spring Spring Tour Spring Seed Spring Shoot
Spring Flowers, Spring Trees, Twilight Spring, Spring Scenery
Early Spring Season Early Spring Season Early Spring Season Early Spring Season Midsummer Season Mid-Spring Season Mid-Summer Season
Yangchun Season Right at the Beginning of Spring The Remainder of Spring The Remainder of Winter The Remainder of Winter The Remainder of Spring is Near
Winter Goes to Spring The End of Winter The End of Winter The End of Winter The End of Spring The Return of Spring It's Time to Go to Twilight Spring Early Spring March Twilight Spring March
Yangchun March The Fireworks in Three Spring Months
When It's Time to Go to March Spring Frosty Spring Cold
Spring is beautiful, spring swallows return to their nests, and spring is full of people, spring dews and autumn frosts, spring planting and autumn harvests, and spring blossoms
Spring is in the garden, and the grasses are sprouting, and the flowers are competing with each other, and flowers are in full bloom
The flowers are sprouting, and the birds are competing with each other, and the grasses are revitalizing and rejuvenating, and the grasses are greening up
The grasses are growing, and the trees are showing their beauty.
Warblers cry and swallows speak of a bright spring, spring everywhere, full of spring, full of spring, twilight spring scenery
*Good lines about the sun:
The sky is full of red clouds, the sea is full of golden waves, the red sun is like a furnace of boiling steel, spewing out of the golden light.
In the morning, the sun is like a new bride who has just gone out, shyly showing half her face.
The sun set, and its parting glare jetted out from the treetops, coloring the white clouds and the green hills in blood.
The sun slowly peeked through the clouds, revealing a face that had long since swollen red, like a shy little girl looking out at the earth.
The brilliant sunlight passed through the gaps between the leaves, through the early fog, and sprinkled the campus with rays of sunshine.
The sun was lower, blood red, and a dazzling expanse of light on the water stretched from the edge of the ocean right up to the edge of the boat.
The sky was dyed blood-red by the setting sun, and peach-colored clouds reflected on the running water, and the whole river turned purple, and the sky seemed to be ablaze with fire.
Spring, the sun is warm, it stretches out the warm hand, rubbing people all over the body comfort.
A gust of spring wind, blowing away the clouds, the sun is happy to reveal a smiling face, the warmth and light sprinkled all over the lake.
The hot sun hung high in the sky, and the red light shot like a rocket to the ground, which caught fire, reflecting the flames of the oil as it boiled and fried.
No one dared to look up at the sun, but felt that it was dazzling everywhere, in the air, on the roof, on the ground, it was all white and bright, white with a little red, from top to bottom the whole thing was like a very big fiery mirror, and every strip was the focus of the mirror, as if everything was about to burn up.
Late fall, the sun hangs lazily in the sky, like an old man showing his smiling face dozing off.
The sun in late fall is covered with a reddish-orange lampshade, radiating a soft light that warms the body and face.
As soon as the sun arrives in the fall, it spreads its rays all over the earth. The fields are golden, the grounds are golden, and the mountains are golden.
The sun in winter is as pale as the moon.
The sun was being entangled in thin clouds, letting out a pale dazzling white light.
The sun works all year long, and when it is busy in winter, it is so exhausted that it can hardly put out any heat.
The warmth of the sunlight, through the dense foliage spilled down into a little golden spots of light.
The lofty mountains in the distance, in the sunshine, put on a golden yellow coat, looks particularly beautiful.
The sunlight was filtered by the layers of leaves, leaking into his body into a faint round gently swaying halo.
It was eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the bright sunlight coated the leaves with ring after ring of golden and silver halos.
The sun shone through the pale clouds, reflecting off the white earth with a silvery glow that dazzled the eyes.
Golden sunlight poured down into the blue waves, making the monotonous and calm sea become somewhat colorful.
When the red sunlight was on the tips of the mountains, the fog pulled away like a curtain and the city gradually appeared in the golden sunlight.
The sunlight that pierced through the cloud patches was like a golden thread that crisscrossed the light gray and blue-gray clouds, stitching them into a pattern of unparalleled beauty.
The sun had just risen over the mountains, hidden by a bright red haze, and the sunlight shone down through the cracks in the clouds like countless dragons spewing golden waterfalls.
The golden sunlight poured through the cracks and onto the grass that the brown land nourished.
The sky was a clear blue, and brilliant sunlight was streaming down through the gaps in the dense pine needles, forming thick and thin columns of light that illuminated the shade of the forest, which was billowing with a light, gauzy mist.
The sun's fiery red smile lifted the veil from the hazy campus.
A fuchsia glow appeared in the sky, like a blooming red rose.
The sun, which has just risen, is full of vigor and red light, illuminating the whole world.
The fiery red rising sun just penetrated the sea level, smearing the beautiful and tranquil sea with a layer of rose color.
The sunrise shot its rays onto the lake, and the breeze started to rise, the fine waves jumped, stirring up the lake full of broken gold.
Suddenly, a round of red sun, sprinkled with a road of golden light, like a golden whip, to drive away 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 ink blue to blue.
Golden sunrise, gradually dyed red in the eastern sky, the main peak of the high Huangshan Mountain was brilliant cloud haze dyed a scarlet.
The sun, greeted by the morning sun, revealed its red face, and all of a sudden, ten thousand golden rays of light through the treetops colored the water with a layer of carmine red.
The sunrise began to rise into the air like a flat round lantern, and in a flash, it formed a round wheel of fire, rising high above the ground, ejecting ten thousand golden beams, covering everything with a layer of brilliant haze.
The morning sun, like an oxcart's wheel so big, like molten iron as red, with a spurt of light, sitting on the ridge in the east, with a hand to lift the light veil like mist.
The hot sun tanned his dark spine so that it seemed to bubble with oil.
The sky was clear, not a cloud in the sky, and the sun baked the face.
The poisonous sunshine red sorghum, steamed yellow maple leaves, scorched the side mountain highway.