It was not yet sunrise, and the sky was just a little cloudy; it was a wonderfully pale moment. There were a few stars scattered in the deep, slightly white sky, the ground was dark, the sky was all white, the weeds were trembling slightly, and everywhere was shrouded in a mysterious thin brightness. A lark, as if joining with the stars, sang in the sky, and the vast expanse of the sky seemed to be listening with bated breath to the song of this little being for the infinite universe. In the east, the depression of Mount Grasse showed its dark shadow against a sky of spitting bronze; and the dazzling star Taibai was hanging on the summit of this hillock, as if it were a soul flying out of this dark mountain field. The dawn's haze, however, gradually revealed all the colors of purple and blue and green. The rising sun revealed its first rays. Never before had I seen this bright red so red; never before had I seen this bright red so fresh. In a flash, the fireball soared into the sky; gazing at the colorful haze covered the sky. Light and shadow have a thousand changes; space shot down a hundred light columns.
When the earth has just awakened from the morning tenderness of the thin bright, in the solemn cool orchard of fruit trees, there will be floating clear laughter. The merry noise of the birds had given way to some other corner. Some of the little beetles that love to flit about in the morning breeze then intrude themselves more uneasily about. The dense foliage of the trees was slightly wriggling on the spreading branches, but it could not hide the fruitfulness of the trees. There were occasional glimmers of dew on the bushes, like stars in a foggy night. The red skin of the fruit was soft and moist with a layer of fur, or a
thin layer of frost. The clouds rose, from the heavy green leaves of the good offices through the point of golden color, the forest reflected ~ strand by strand of transparent mauve, light yellow thin light.
After walking through the mossy stone slabs, crossing a crooked hedge, pushing open the creaking board door, there is a window set in the old brick wall. The windowpaper has long since disappeared, leaving only the horizontal and vertical window panes covered with long and short red silk ropes. Red silk rope in the wind helplessly swaying, like who is complaining about, but also like blowing away the faint sadness ......
The evening wind blew over the river surface of the most wave of ripples, the setting sun put up the last of its afterglow of autumn frost to send to the last of the return of the geese. We stood silently, eyes wandering in that if you are away from the door of memory. When so much has passed, when so much has faded, we can at least say to ourselves: "Don't be sad, I have experienced that feeling, though only once."
I hope to adopt!
2. Beautiful sentences of environmental descriptionBeautiful sentences about the description of the environment
Spring is here, everything is recovering, the willow tree drew out her tender and weak branches. Today it is raining again, drizzling, Xuanwu Lake rows of willow trees hidden in a blanket of drizzle, gradually disappearing into the fog.
From afar, I saw a row of weeping willows, willow just green, green shadow in the breeze like a layer of green veil over the willow after the plum blossoms, beautiful.
Autumn overlap overlap overlap, the potential to sneak away from the three paths in the fall, there is no spring colorful flowers, there is no summer lush unusual green trees, there is no winter flurry of snowflakes, but in the fall there are fruitful fruit trees, bring people the joy of a good harvest, everywhere is fruit all over the place!
Jiangnan in the spring is beautiful, the wind is very soft, the air is very fresh, the sun is very warm; wheat seedlings in the fields like a sea, starry villages are unsinkable boat, crisscrossing the curved river, the river willow branches spit out shoots, reed edge drilling out put when through the green; the river in the calm of the water, awakening from the winter of the plain, by the color of nature dress up the green and green.
Miles of clear sky, sunny. The spring girl is so sunny that she squints her eyes. The tender green leaves, the field of mist and smoke, like her clothes. Along with her spring pace, the green grass, breaking out of the ground, simply to stand out of the top of the foot.
The boundless plains are flat and vast, like a huge dark green emerald disk, vast and vast, the spirit of the people.
An unbroken plain, stretching out under the sky, without hills, as calm as the sea on a calm day.
The falling rain, like a hazy smoke, obscured the plain of the Huai River, which stretched for thousands of miles.
The climate of the plateau is so unpredictable. Suddenly happy, suddenly angry; suddenly the wind is full of sky, suddenly calm and motionless.
Spring on the plateau is as short as a rabbit's tail, a flash will disappear.
There is also a thin river on the green grassy meadow, bared in the sunlight, from a distance, like a glowing silver necklace.
After the rain, the grassland, wildflowers competing, like a piece of freshly dipped flower headscarf, even the dewdrops are colorful!
A vast prairie, large and boundless, the breeze holding the aroma emanating from the soil, a large swath of crops blowing as ripples.
The night shrouded the grassland, a disk of full moon from the fish scale-like clouds flashed out, the grassland filled with a hazy moonlight, like rising up a light silver mist.
How like the sea the grassland is! Just than the sea is silent; grassland how like a painting without a frame, the vastness can not be seen
3. Environmental description of the beautiful paragraph (200 words or so)Starlight, the wind gently.
With the sky as a curtain and the ground as a seat, I sat on the ground like this, enjoying the freshness of the summer night, listening to a pool of frogs and a piece of insects, and looking at the star-studded night sky. The sky is not pure black, but black through an infinite deep blue, has been stretching to the far, far away.
My eyes want to penetrate the black curtain, want to pierce the end of the sky is what. When I look up at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still brilliant, and the frogs and insects in the fields are playing a beautiful music.
The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, because the brightness of the moon will cover the stars that are not very conspicuous near the side, so since ancient times there has been the idiom of "moon and stars are scarce". Therefore, in the description of the stars and the moon in the same light is beautiful, but not very realistic.
The tired moon hid in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few stars as if on sentry duty. At night, the evening breeze, gently blowing the curtains, the starry sky on the moon is very dazzling, the seemingly small stars are also embedded in the side. In such a night, you can temporarily do not think of those sad things, you can quietly sip tea or coffee while viewing the night sky.
4. about the environment description of the fragment 150 words or soWithout realizing it, the window has drifted up the snowflakes, late snow dense, in the gray sky fell sharply to the ground, the air across countless lonely line, with the wind rotating, fluttering, as if falling from the sky of the willow flakes, a time to fill the sky.
As if the heavenly maiden scattered flowers, endless snowflakes from the depths of the vault of heaven drifting down, as fair fairies wearing white dresses, with a beautiful dance to all creatures, and then gently covered in the roof of the house, the tip of the grass, the leaves of the trees, in an instant, the original face of all things was the first snow since the winter was silently covered, and replaced by a thin layer of snow, a blink of an eye, snowflakes with the power of nature embellished all things. The power of nature embellished everything, will all become mysterious.
The snow is getting denser and denser, and it's scattered endlessly in the air. The district is filled with countless like flowers like butterflies hexagonal elves, they soundlessly wet everything, with a slender magic wand will be the district dressed up, naughty elves unrestrained, joyful, surplus in the air interpretation of an excellent dance, perhaps in the Palace of Heaven stayed for a long time, they seem to be the whole body's energy are released, rendering everything. Occasionally, a few snowflakes mischievously jumped high on the stainless steel shelves of the homes, and from time to time issued a crisp knocking sound, "ting ting ting ting ting," seems to create a little bit of bombardment for the empty neighborhoods, however, that hexagonal shape of the delicate snowflakes, but quickly melted into droplets of water, clinging to the shelves which were washed clean by the snow water, the The wind blew languidly, shaking, but still refused to give up. The melting snow water, vaguely reflected a fresh world.
5.
1. In the dimly lit house, my father lay on the floor with his arms and legs spread out.
2. Upstairs in my house lived a couple of bearded Persians; in the basement lived old man Carmichael, the sheepskin dealer; down the stairs you could slide, and if you fell, you'd go headfirst. 3. It was raining, and I stood on the little mound at the foot of the clay and watched them put my father's coffin in the grave-pit.
4. The earth hit the water with a crash; the two frogs jumped off the coffin and climbed up the wall of the pit, but the earth soon knocked them down again. 5. We traveled in a little carriage through the dirty streets.
The street was wide and lined with dark red houses. 6. I sat on the packet and looked out of the tiny window, out of which the foaming murky water receded backwards, splashing up and hitting the window from time to time.
7. Outside the window, the fog now and then revealed moving black earth, like a round piece just cut off a large loaf of bread. 8. Outside the door, there was no one in the dimly lit aisle.
The brass inlays on the stairs shone. 9. The footsteps and voices overhead quieted, and the ship stopped poofing and thrashing.
The cabin window was blocked by a wet wall on the outside, the cabin was dark, and the luggage seemed to be bigger, squeezing me. 10. The weather cleared up and my grandma and I stayed on deck all day.
The Volga River flows quietly, the autumn sky is clear, and the autumn colors on both sides of the river are strong, a pre-harvest scene. Orange-red boats rumble upstream, their oars slowly slapping against the blue water.
Behind the ship towed a barge. The barge is gray, like a turd.
The scenery moves away from the boat, and the scenery on both sides of the river changes every moment, the city, the countryside, the mountains, the earth, and those golden leaves floating on the water.
6. Excerpts from the description of the environment 50 words or so1. Standing on the bridge of the Little Stone River, looking west over the fence, the Little Stone River is sparkling, like a princess full of beads lively and quiet walk.
2. The lakeside willows were blown by the wind waist, stripped of the green leaves of the branches swaying back and forth, and constantly dance with the ripples of the lake. 3. In winter, I love to watch the sunset outside the woods, see the sunset hanging in the sky, the light has faded, leaving a bright red, slightly hazy, like the egg yolk in the bowl, hidden in the back of the dense branches of the sequoia.
Brown and black branches, red round sun, like clothes art photography, full of peace, tranquility. The colors of the seasons Spring is a green world.
The grass is tender green, the trees are new green. In the spring breeze, under the sun, all the green is trembling, all contain crystal green light.
Everything is so fresh, quiet and poetic. Summer is the world of red.
The flowers are red, the sun is red, and the butterfly on the little girl's head is red. All the red color is like a burning fire.
Everything in the world is full of fiery and spirited emotions. Autumn is a golden world, the golden leaves flutter in the air like a fluttering golden butterfly.
In the field, the crops are ripe, the harvester rumbles this, composing a golden symphony. Everything is so brilliant and dazzling.
Winter is a silver world, the sky is blue, the ground is silver, snow is white, crystal clear. Silver is a beautiful and peaceful world.
The four seasons of the year ah, like a boundless ribbon, the spring of the quiet, scared of the fire, the autumn of the brilliant, the winter of the peaceful are on this ribbon. Half a yellow leaf fell, I heard a hint of life withered sound.
Yes, the geese are flying south again, there are only dead branches left on the tree branches, the springs are gradually drying up, the coldness is creeping in, all of which tells me that winter is here. In my opinion, winter is the least romantic season, especially the southern winter, it can not see the north of the silver, ice and snow; also can not see the west of the miles of desert, quiet.
The southern winter is always just a color of depression. The day is very cold and very cold, but without a trace of moisture, soaked into the bone marrow of the cold as if to the body of all the warmth are drawn away, leaving only as dry flotsam like diffuse cold in the chest and lungs stuffed in a ball of a group.
In such a season, people's thinking will be frozen, the end of the emotional, romantic will be thrown out of the sky in a flash. In such a situation, it is difficult to bring up a good mood, even if there is a desire, will soon be thrown into the corner of the memory.
Standing outdoors, gently hush a breath, a white mist wrapped in a warm curl up in the air, stretching in mid-air, dense, and then into the dry cold air. Just ignited a little hope has broken, disappeared quietly and calmly, as if never had, and trance had this end of a special moist.
Little Shu grew into a big tree, in the winter will become an old tree, the old tree branches intertwined, only a few sparse leaves embellished with traces of life.
Summer flowers and leaves in the lotus pond, this time there are only roots of the dead tube, a piece of the residual leaves. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.
The cold wind gently shaking, withered and amused leaves, as if quietly talking about the beauty of the past, but also as if gently secretly weeping with the present decline. If you come back to a cold rain, more catalyze the fall of flowers, but in line with the Li Yishan left the remnants of the lotus to listen to the sound of the rain of the state of mind.
The southern mountains have always been less tall and majestic than the north, to the winter more lost in the past Run Lang, which left a slightly gray figure quietly towering over the world. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on a new product or service.
If in the north, to a snow, the mountains covered with a layer of pale white, that there is a majestic good picture, the towering mango pregnant with new hope. Unfortunately, there is no snow in the south, as the mound half scattered hills scattered dotted in the vast Jianghan Plain, the mountains are only left in the shadow of the pine and cypress, but the green are like a layer of frost, green in the hidden greenish gray.
The distant view seems to be covered with flying dust.
7. describe the environment of the sentence plus appreciation2011-10-10 23:25 Questioner adopted
At that time, in Nanjing, just started to remember some bits and pieces of things, the picture often appears a beautiful countryside, I quietly walked away from the adults, sitting alone on the grass, the sycamore tree leaves began to rustle down, rustling down, the beauty of the mystery of many together! I suddenly became disoriented, and my little heart was in the right place. I was suddenly confused, and my little mind could not bear the excitement. I picked up a fallen leaf in such a state of confusion. The leaf was tawny and curved, like a dream boat, and on the side of the boat were two beautiful sycamore seeds for a long time. With every gust of wind I weaved in and out of the rain of fallen leaves, picking up sycamore seeds all over the place. There must be one or two sycamore seeds that I have not picked up that have sprouted in that meadow, mustn't there? It's been twenty years, and I can hear the distant westerly winds and the rustling of fallen leaves in the wind. I can still see those boats carrying dreams, sailing in the meadow, sailing in the hope of a seed.
-- Zhang Xiaofeng, "Autumn Autumn"
Appreciation of this text with beautiful strokes to express the love of sycamore leaves. The onomatopoeia of "rustling" is vivid and expressive, allowing the reader to guess that scene as well. "Mysterious beauty" describes the characteristics of the sycamore in autumn, mysterious, beautiful, sycamore leaves in the eyes of the author is full of endless charm and beauty, very infectious. The use of similes vividly describes the form of the sycamore leaves. The author from the color, shape and other aspects of the description, at the same time the leaves will be compared to a small boat, wearing there is also a boat ramp, the boat ramp is sycamore seeds, so that everyone who reads the heart of the people, also want to see this beautiful sycamore tree. The author is imaginative and expresses the beauty of autumn to the fullest.
● Chadong place by the water on the mountains to build the city, near the mountains on the side of the city wall as a long snake, edge of the mountains to climb. On the waterfront side of the river outside the city to leave room for a dock, the bay mooring small canopied boats. When the boat goes down, it carries tung oil, green salt, and dyed gallons.
-- Shen Congwen "Border Town"
Appreciation
A good writing scene should be concise and full of power of portrayal, in Shen Congwen can not find gorgeous rhetoric, but you can clearly feel the outline of the scene from such strokes, "The city wall is like a long snake, crawling away from the edge of the mountain. The city wall is like a long snake, edge of the mountain crawling away", the indescribable taste, and the light atmosphere of the article complement each other.
● Now, the sun rises, the fog gradually dispersed, the wilderness is a green, looks soft and soft, let me feel that even if I am not careful, fell down from this mountain, will not bruise a piece of skin, at most, was bounced twice, stained with a sock of green can not be washed off just. There is that small river around the foot of the mountain, but also green, that is another kind of green, bright, like an oil, as for the mountain, is still green, but a pile of rich and lush green, let a person feel, no matter where to start, can not pull open a crack, let a person feel, even if planing it two layers down, it's still green will not be reduced in color. In addition, my screen window is also green, very light and very light green, by the sun, when it is like the ancient beauty of the gauze skirt as indistinct. You think, I write to you in such a green-colored morning, how can my heart not overflow with vibrant green?
--Zhang Xiaofeng, "The First Snow"
Appreciation
The author fully mobilizes the sense of sight and touch, and writes about the green of spring. Similes are used in many places with vivid images. Like this passage because it is warm to read it. Where does this warmth come out, I think, it flows from those warm words, "bright", "thick and lush", "vibrant", because it is written to the children, so it is even more poetic and beautiful. The author writes as if the green is alive and flowing, as if it were present in the letter. I also like green, and I also like this green in the author's writing. Their vitality makes people feel happy and hopeful.
● After the low call had passed, the whole world was covered in the shade of snow-white flowers.
The sun was shining, the mountains were rolling, and the clusters of white flowers were like a flowing river. As if all the life in the world should come, in this moment, under the transparent sunlight like honey, at the same time cheering, at the same time flying, at the same time transformed into countless free floating points of light.
--- Ximurong "Tonghua"
Appreciation:
This passage uses vivid and beautiful strokes to depict the beauty of the blossoming of the tunghua, a combination of visual and auditory, and a combination of static and dynamic, full of vitality and dynamism. The author uses the technique of simile, comparing the scene of flourishing bloom to a flowing river, and the sunlight to mellow honey, portraying the scene in a beautiful way. The final prose sentence, the language to strengthen, let people feel the tung flower blooming eruption of vitality, as if the entire hillside is covered with tung flowers, the tension of life unlimited extension.
● Like a palm, bright red, bright red; like a fan, flat and spread; like a blooming flower, never wither!
-- "Autumn Leaves"
Appreciation: this sentence uses the rhetorical techniques of simile and prose to write about the colors shapes and postures of the autumn leaves, and expresses the beauty of the autumn leaves and autumn colors.
● At this time, a bird is a leaf, a leaf is a chirping note, and in the lonely winter, the old acacia tree is a song.
Appreciation: The sentence uses the metaphorical rhetorical device, the bird resting on the branch is compared to a leaf, the bird song is compared to a musical note, the old acacia tree is compared to a song, vivid image of the winter of the old acacia tree lively, full of vitality of the scene.
8. good paragraph describing the environmentInadvertently, outside the window has drifted up snowflakes, late snow dense, in the gray sky fell sharply to the ground, the sky across countless lonely line, with the wind rotating, fluttering, as if falling from the sky of the willow flakes, a time to fill the sky.
As if the heavenly maiden scattered flowers, endless snowflakes from the depths of the vault of heaven drifting down, as fair fairies wearing white dresses, with a beautiful dance to all creatures, and then gently covered in the roof of the house, the tip of the grass, the leaves of the trees, in an instant, the original face of all things was the first snow since the winter was quietly covered, replaced by a thin layer of snow, a blink of an eye, snowflakes with the power of nature embellished all things. The power of nature embellished everything, will all become mysterious. The snowflakes are getting denser and denser, and they are scattered endlessly in the air.
The district is filled with countless like flowers like butterflies hexagonal elves, they soundlessly wet everything, with a slender magic wand will be the district dressed up, naughty elves unrestrained, joyful, surplus in the air interpretation of an excellent dance, perhaps in the Palace of Heaven stayed for a long time, they seem to be the whole body's energy are released, rendering everything. Occasionally, a few snowflakes mischievously jumped high on the stainless steel shelves of the homes, from time to time issued a sound of crisp knocking, "ting ting ting ting ting", seems to create a little bombardment for the empty neighborhood, however, that hexagonal shape of the delicate snowflakes, but quickly melted into droplets of water, clinging to the shelves which were washed clean by the snow, the The wind blew languidly, shaking it, but still refused to relent.
Melting snow water, vaguely reflected a fresh world.
9. What are the sentences describing the interior environment1. Walking into my cabin, you will find a coat rack, a charming crib and a neat desk. The hut is small, but its use is not small.
2. The room is very neat and tidy, with a simple bed in the corner, a checkerboard patterned tent at one end, and only whitewashed walls at the other.
3. The floor, with its mud tiles, was spotless, but damp, as if it had refused to dry after the last rinsing.
4. The window of the cellar, which faces the street, is shuttered on one side for fear of the children throwing stones, and hung with strange weeds, ...... taken from hedges, ditches, and fields.
5. The light was impeded by the herbs hanging everywhere in that house; and the herbs, as they dried, gave off a disagreeable odor with them.
6. The room was simply furnished, but magnificently so. The room is circular, against the wall, with a circle of fixed benches.
7. Next to the window stood the same black table, covered with a tablecloth that had been green in the early days, but was now spotted.
8. The room was more like a tomb than a room, because of its narrowness and the darkness that often enveloped it.
9. This is a clean, elegant room. A Simmons bed, in the center of the room, was covered with a white bedspread embroidered with small flowers.
10. The chairs, too, were all covered with colorful covers, and one of them was particularly high, with an openwork ivory footstool in front of it. There were at least four silver lampstands, lighted with tall candles, which illuminated the whole room.
11. The study appeared to be of such transcendent quiet. The air was even and warm. And the fire slowly drifted with a reddish light.
12. Enter the guest room of Bingru. It is a Western-style room: above the fireplace, hanging horizontally, a reproduction of an oil painting of a young girl, with one hand on her chin and her wonderful eyes slightly downcast, meditating there.
13. A huge ballroom of white marble: red draperies, glowing inlaid floors, many tables in the center of green columns, and white tablecloths glittering with gold, silver, and glassware.
14. The house is also very different from the average farmhouse. General farmhouse, are when the house put a broken bed, the bed is placed on the case of boards and pots and other miscellaneous things. Here is a little bit of the landlord's style, in the middle of the bar table, the table, on each side of a master chair, the chair is also covered with a red cloth chair cushion.
15. The veil hangs low, creating a hazy atmosphere, and the surrounding stone walls are covered with brocade, and even the roof of the room is also separated by embroidered felt, which is both warm and cozy.