In July, the translucent blue sky, hanging like a fireball sun, the clouds seem to be burned by the sun, but also disappeared without a trace.
Spring is gone with the falling flowers, and summer is covered with green leaves in the warm wind bouncing. Early summer sunshine from the dense layers of branches and leaves down, the ground printed with the size of the copper coin sparkling spot.
The wind blew with a slight warmth, sending the cuckoo's call at times as it told us, "Spring has returned." The grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by a fiery sun high in the sky, and the air is filled with a sweet intoxication.
In early summer, wildflowers of all colors bloom, red, purple, pink, yellow, like brilliant spots embroidered on a large green carpet; swarms of bees are busy in the flowers, sucking the stamens, diligently flying around. In the summer, it is so hot that even the dragonflies only dare to fly against the shade of the trees, as if they are afraid that the sun will hurt their wings.
There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a little wind, overhead a round of hot sun, all the trees are listless, lazy standing there. In the height of summer in July, there was not a cloud in the tile blue sky, the hot sun scorched the earth, the water in the river was scalding hot, and the soil in the ground was smoking.
The sun was blazing, and on both sides of the road, the ripe grains were bending over in the heat, heads down. Grasshoppers, as numerous as blades of grass, chirped faintly and noisily in the wheat and rye fields again, in the wheat and rye fields, and in the reeds along the banks.
The sun is like a big, big ball of fire, the light is scorching, the highway is baked by the hot sun, the foot step down a string of white smoke. The weather is sweltering to death, and there is no wind, and the air seems to be frozen.
Autumn rain hit them in the face. A pile of dark gray misty clouds, low pressure on the earth.
It was already late fall, and the endless forest was bare, and the old trees stood somberly, letting the brown moss hide the wrinkles on its body. The merciless fall stripped off their beautiful clothes, they have to stand there bald.
Autumn came with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning was as fresh as dew. The sky glowed softly, clarified and misty, so that one wanted to hear the song of a high-flying lark, just as one looks at the blue sea and thinks of seeing a white sail.
The setting sun is the wing of time, and there is a moment of supreme splendor unfolding as it flies away. So twilight.
Late autumn bottom clarification of the sky, like an endless calm turquoise sea; strong white light in the air jumping, like the sea surface of the microwave; the foot of the mountain pieces of sorghum when swaying with the head of the rich spike, as if fluctuating with the red water; and the decline of the yellow leaves to the field with the color of the withered. How bright autumn, here, no longer scorched earth and ashes, this is the wind of millions of mountains are covered with a red carpet of prosperity of the country.
The red pines, covered with bullet skins, are still alive, standing proudly on the high rocks, the valleys are filled with whistles, and the white hopes are flying slowly in the rice paddies. When the harsh west wind to brush the sky more and more far away; when the hopeful children look off the last south flying geese; when the vast field of boundless grass was shaken to the plant withered yellow time - when in this time, is the fall, is the season of the trees fall leaves.
The second half of the night after the fall. The moon has gone down, the sun has not yet come out, only a dark blue sky remains; everything is asleep except for the nocturnal things. The twilight at the end of autumn always comes quickly, and before the moisture evaporated by the daylight on the mountains and fields has dissipated . The sun was setting into the western hills.
So the winds of the valley, with their heavy coolness, drove the white mist to wander down the mountain; and the shadows of the mountain peaks, more quickly poured down on the villages, and the shadows grew thicker and thicker, and gradually mingled with the night color, but soon, again, they were candled by the moon to a silvery grey color. The moon, which was about to be full, gradually rose high into the sky.
A transparent gray clouds, faint cover the moonlight, the field above, as if the cage up a piece of light smoke, strands off, as falling into a dream.
Autumn night, the sky high dew thick, a crescent moon in the southwest sky quietly hanging. The cool moonlight sprinkled the earth, is so gloomy, the Milky Way stars but more and more brilliant.
The dense and boundless sorghum, corn, grain field, this singing should be ringing with the sound of the autumn bugs chirping, caddis flies also occasionally add a few accompaniment, blowing the ground Weng like intermittent blowing cold cigar. Willow tree in the roadside quietly hanging branches, shade cover the winding grassy path.
2. Poems about landscape and the four seasons野望 翁卷 A day of autumn colors in a cold clear bay, countless peaks far and near.
I went up the mountain to see the wild water, and suddenly I saw the green mountains under the water. The rain and the smoke are deep and dark in the fall, and the white waves are dark.
The cold tide of the night to cross the river, full of yellow leaves and geese. The four seasons of the landscape in ancient poetry 1. Spring Yangchun Bu Deze, all things are bright ---------- Han Lefu ancient rhetoric "Chang Ge Xing" I do not know who cuts out the fine leaves, the February spring wind like scissors -------- Tang He Zhizhang "Wing Willow" Tianjie Xiaoyu Run as crispy, the grass color distantly look close but no.
The most is a year of spring benefits, the absolute victory of smoke and willow full of Huangdu - Tang Han Yu "early spring to present the Ministry of Water Zhang eighteen members outside the bamboo peach blossoms three or two branches, the spring river water warm ducks know first. ----------- Song - Su Shi "Huichong Spring River Evening Scene Two" Waiting to recognize the face of the east wind, ten thousand purples and thousands of reds is always spring. -------- Song - Zhu Xi "Spring Day" Stained with apricot blossom rain, blowing the face is not cold Yang Liu wind.
---- Bai Juyi 〈〈Qiantang Lake Spring Walk〉〉 The moonrise startled the mountain birds, singing in the spring stream. -----王维《鸟鸣涧》 春潮带雨晚来急，野渡无人舟自横。
---- ---- Wei Yingwu "Chuzhou Western Stream" 2... Summer The lotus leaves in the sky are endlessly blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are differently red. ---- Yang Wanli, "Sending Lin Zifang out of Jingci Temple at Dawn" (晓出静慈寺送林子方) It rains in every house at the time of the Yellow Plum Festival, and frogs frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. -------- SONG - ZHAO SHI XIU, "About a Guest" (约客) The fragrance rests and goes away, and there is no need to hate, but the summer trees are shady and lovely. ---------- Song-Qin Guan, "Occasional Questions on the Obscure Day in March" The red and purple have become dust, and the sound of the cuckoo is new in summer. --------- Song-Lu You, "The Absolute Verse of Early Summer" 3. Autumn The falling sun and the lone rushes fly in unison, and the autumn water **** the long sky in one color -------- Tang-Wang Bo, "The Preface of Farewell to Hongfu's Kneeling Pavilion in the Autumn" The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains and hills are the only ones that are in a falling sunshine. ------------- Tang-Wang Jie, "A Wild Look". Wild Hope" The Long Wind Sends Autumn Geese in Ten Thousand Miles, which can be heard in the tall buildings -------- Tang - Li Bai "Xuanshu Xiequlou Preserved Farewell to the School Shu Shuyun" The winds of August are high and furious, and it rolls up my house with a three-fold thatch --------- Tang - Du Fu "The Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind" The red candles and the autumn light are cold on the painting screen, and the light little fan is used to flutter the streaming fireflies. The night sky is as cool as water, lying down to see the Altair and Vega stars ----- Tang - Du Mu "Autumn Sunset" The blue cloudy sky, the yellow leafy ground, the autumn color is even the waves, the waves on the cold smoke emerald ----------- Song - Fan Zhongyan "Su Mou Zhi" 4, winter Suddenly like the spring breeze on a sudden night came, thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossoms --------- Cen Sen "White Snow Song Sends the Wujianguan Returning to the Capital" Salt scattering in the air poorly can be compared to the willow flakes that do not rise because of the wind -------- -Jin Xie Daoyuan "Snow Couplets" Snowflakes on Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and they are blown down on the Xuan Yuan Terrace ---------- Tang Li Bai "Walking in the North Wind" Thousands of birds fly away from the mountains, and ten thousand paths are lost to the people. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to the old days.
-------- -------- Tang-Liu Zongyuan "river snow" who will be flat on the ground ten thousand piles of snow, cut and carved as this even smallpox -------- Tang-Han Yu "plum flowers two" six out of the flying flowers into the house, sit and watch the green bamboo into the agarwood branch --------- Tang-Gao Pian "on the snow," 5, the moon A pot of wine between the flowers, drinking alone, no relatives. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at it.
---- Li Bai, "Drinking alone under the moon" The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. The light of the moon in front of the bed is the frost on the ground. ---- Li Bai "Silent Night Thoughts" Speechless alone on the west tower, the moon is like a hook ----- Li Yu "Happiness at Meeting" The bright moon startles the magpies at the other branches, and the clear wind chirps the cicadas in the middle of the night. --- Xin Qiji "West River Moon" Qin time bright moon Han time pass, ten thousand miles long march people have not yet.
----Wang Changling "Out of the Sai" People have sorrows and joys, the moon has its roundness, this matter can not be complete. The moon is falling, the crows are crowing, the frost is filling the sky, and the fishermen are sleeping in sorrow. Zhang Ji "Maple Bridge Night Mooring" The bright moon on the sea, the end of the world *** this time ---- Zhang Jiuling "Looking at the Moon" Wild and open sky low trees, the river and the moon. The moon and the river are clear and the moon is near the people.
--- Meng Haoran "host Jiande River" Dawn mirror, but worry about the cloud temples change, the night chanting should feel the moon cold --- Li Shangyin "Untitled" 6, friendship He 海内存知己, 天天若涯若比邻. The sky is far away as far as the heart is concerned.
----Wang Wei "Send Yuan Er to Anxi" Lonely sails and distant shadows in the blue sky, but the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. --- Li Bai "Sending Meng Haoran to Guangling" Peach blossom pool is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun sends me.
---- Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun" Mok Chau has no friend in front of him, and who in the world doesn't know him. --- Gao Shi "Farewell to Dong Da" 7, Birds The birds fly away from a thousand mountains, and the people on ten thousand paths are lost.
---- ---- 柳宗元《江雪》 春眠不觉晓，处处闻啼鸟. ---- Meng Haoran "Spring Dawn" The moon rises and startles the birds, and sometimes they sing in the spring stream. ---- Wang Wei "Birdsong Stream" The mountain air is good day and night, and the birds are still with each other.
---- Tao Yuanming, "Drinking Wine" The flower splashes tears when you feel the time, and the bird scares you when you hate to say goodbye.
---- Du Fu's "Spring Hope" (春望) The clouds are born in his chest, and the birds return to his home in his eyes.
---- ---- Du Fu "looking at Yue" 8, rain Green Ruo hat, green蓑衣, oblique wind and rain do not have to return. --- Zhang Zhihe "Fishing Songs" (渔歌子) The clothes are wet with apricot blossom rain, and the blowing face is not cold with willow wind.
---- Wang Wei, "Send Yuan Er to Envoy Anxi" (送元二使安西) south of four hundred and eighty temples, how many buildings in the smoke and rain. ---- 杜牧《江南春绝句》 夜阑卧听风吹雨，铁马冰河入梦来。
----- Lu You "November 4 wind and rain" Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening. ---- Du Fu "Spring Night Joyful Rain" Seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain --- Xin Qiji "Moon on the Western River" The sound of wind and rain at night, the falling flowers I know how much.
---- Meng Haoran "Spring Dawn" Qingming Festival rains, road travelers want to break their souls. ----- 杜牧《清明》 水光潋艳晴方好，山色空蒙雨也奇。
---- Su Shi "Drinking on the lake after the first clear rain" The mountains and rivers are broken up and the wind is fluttering, and the world is sinking and the rain is hitting the ping pong -...
---- Mulan Poetry Lonely Mountain Temple North Jia Ting West, the surface of the water is beginning to level cloud feet low.
---- ---- Cen Sen "White Snow Song Sends Judge Wu Back to the Capital" The sound of apes on both sides of the river can't be cried, and the light boat has already crossed ten thousand mountains. --- Li Bai, "Early Departure from Baidi City" But make the Dragon City fly to the generals, do not teach the Hu Ma Du Yinshan.
---- Wang Changling, "Out of the Seaside" The days are over, the Yellow River flows into the sea. ---- Wang Zhilu "Ascending the Stork Tower" The Yellow River is far away from the white clouds, and a lone city is ten thousand feet from the mountains.
---- ---- Wang Zhilu "Liangzhou Lyrics" There is no way out of the mountains, and there is another village in the darkness. --- Lu You, "Traveling to the Mountains.
3. Poems describing the four seasons of the landscapeSpring:
Lonely Mountain Temple north of Jia Ting west, the water is first flat cloud feet low.
The early warblers are fighting for the warmth of the trees, and the new swallows are pecking at the mud in spring.
The most important thing to remember is that it's not just a matter of time, it's also a matter of time.
The most favorite lake east line insufficient, green poplar shade in the white sand embankment. ----- Spring trip to Qiantang Lake Bai Juyi
Summer:
After all, the West Lake in June, the scenery is not the same as the four seasons.
The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are different red. ----- Dawn out of the Jinci Temple to send Lin Zifang Yang Wanli
Autumn:
far away on the cold mountain stone path slanting, the depth of the white clouds there are homes.
The first thing you need to do is to stop your car and love the maple forest, and the frosty leaves are redder than the February flowers.
Lonely boat Demoiselle Weng, fishing alone in the cold river snow.
The lonely boat Demoiselle Weng, fishing alone in the cold river snow. -------- Tang - Liu Zongyuan "river snow"
4. good sentences to describe the four seasonsExamples: 1, time since it is the depth of winter, approaching the hometown, the weather and obscure, cold wind blowing into the cabin, whistling, and from the gap to look out, the yellowish sky, near and far across the several depressed deserted villages, there is no some vitality.
My heart can not help but be sad.
3, the northern leaves, rendering a faction of how sad atmosphere! Fallen leaves dyed golden yellow, or even vermilion blue ochre. Initially fell, perhaps just so a piece of two pieces, like a two broken soul of the golden butterfly.
But then, there is a clamor of golden red showers. Then there was a carpet of gold and red under the trees.
And on top of this carpet, cast iron, like, erect bare sparse trunks and branches, piercing the distant blue sky and light clouds. 4, cold winter night, the wind stopped, but the snow fell bigger, in this windless snowy night, the small mountain village, all silent, only to hear the dense goose feather snow landing on the ground of the rustle ...... 5, some people praise the spring.
Said he woke up everything, full of life, some people praise the summer, because it has the same emotion as fire; some people praise the fall, is to see his fruitful. However, I praise the winter, winter, although it seems depressed, but it is pregnant with new life, is is resilient.
6, winter fields without the people working, they stay at home, the family sitting around the stove, smell the baked sweet potatoes coming out of the strong smell, enjoy the winter to bring them this leisure. 7, Miss Spring is like a painter, she painted the spring is incredibly beautiful, full of vitality.
Spring is so nice that trees are sprouting, such as: cottonwood trees, willow trees and so on. Mango trees are blooming.
A year's plan is in the spring, we have to cherish the spring, in the spring to set a good year of learning and struggle, for the new year to start a good head, play a good foundation. 8, peach tree, apricot tree, pear tree, you do not let me, I do not let you, are full of flowers to catch up.
Red like fire, pink like Xia, white like snow. Flowers with a sweet flavor, closed his eyes, the tree seems to have been full of peaches, apricots, pears! Thousands of bees buzzing under the flowers, the size of the butterflies flying around.
Wildflowers everywhere is: mixed kind of children, named, unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, but also winking. 9, early summer, all colors of wildflowers are in bloom, red, purple, pink, yellow, like embroidered in a large green carpet of brilliant spots; swarms of bees in the flowers from the busy, sucking stamens, diligently flying around.
10, summer is a burning season. Nuclear fusion fireballs blazing in the sky, dogs spitting out their tongues, cicadas chirping irritably, asphalt roads being softened by the sun, fish floating out of the water to come out for air.
People sweating under the heat of labor, a sweaty cheek back crops sun straight wilted, lazily stood there, long drought looking for manna in the fields have cracked, the farmer's heart such as soup cooking, busy pumping irrigation. Pond in full bloom of lotus like a burning Olympic torch, some buds are about to bloom, the small lotus just showed the tip of the corner, there are dragonflies standing on the head.
In the fish fly shallow bottom of the rivers and lakes, leisure people enjoy sunbathing on the beach, and occasionally swim in the water. In time, the rain came down, pattering, rain hitting the green plum, flicked the window, a mushroom beautiful cityscape .
In the night, the clouds and rain, the moon, stars, all the music, crickets playing, frogs singing, composed of a symphony. 11, autumn may be hidden in the golden rice ears, perhaps hidden in the fire through the persimmon, perhaps hidden in the green vegetable field.
Autumn, the season of harvest, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter. The summer is a season of change, rapid change, magnificent season, it has been staged in the exciting, magnificent history.
The same is true for the summer of life, which we are now experiencing. "Do not wait for leisure, white youth head, empty sadness!" We have to cherish when the summer season, constantly enrich themselves, so that their lives become more gorgeous, to meet the fruitful life in the fall.
13, another night or two, the autumn frost in the moon covered the valley, and then retreated to the north side of the mountains over a short stay, so that the golden early fall gently caress the earth. A slight scent of aniseed fills the sky.
And the fragrant odor of golden chrysanthemums. The fog rolls in and is broken by the September moon, revealing an azure sky.
14, I like to appreciate nature in the spring, because at this time, looking around, are already a large green, emerald green, dark green, black green, tea green.
Well, green mountains, green water, had to make people feel relaxed.
In the South, it is not necessary to go to the countryside or mountains to hear. The hissing of the autumn cicadas, and crickets and rats in Beiping can be the same, simply like every family are raised in the home of the family insects.
16, the winter fields, seems particularly empty, vast. The northeast wind in the field of an unobstructed whistling.
The pile of firewood in the village was blown up, the big tree like a strong spirit, trying to stand firm, let their own branches and the wind and the wind noise, shaking, but the branches of the front and back of a few yellow leaves were blown off. These leaves, too, as if they were afraid of the cold, rolled one after another toward the ditch and toward the feet of the passers-by.
5. The Four SeasonsSpring Song The wind seems to know the tenderness of the winter, and the kites are hanging all over the sky, and your lips have a faint smile. In this look at you, I forget the sea, the sky, the sparkling waves, the golden ocean, and my first love under the sun. Autumn Leaves The green spring and summer are not my hope, because you can't see me floating in the autumn wind. I'll talk to you in the autumn wind. The fallen leaves on the ground aren't helpless, but they're my deepest call. Winter Snow It's a cold night, and it's snowing again, and the snowflakes bloom quietly in the evening breeze. Although it is cold and silent, it is a warm warmth that surges from my fingertips to your heart Spring Butterfly flies and swallows dance with the fragrance, and peach blossoms in the mist welcome the guests.
When the rain stops, the orchid drips dew, and the green weeds ride the water to report spring.
The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it.
The color of the mountains is so dark that people want to get drunk, and the green wave is the best thing about the time. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid.
The old song seems to have risen from the river, and the sound of Xiao is still in the window of the old man. The winter frost The cold sun is reflecting the yellow of the trees, the end of the world, the travelers are all frost.
References:
1 The mountains exposed to the clouds appeared to be suspended in clusters like islands.
The surrounding mountains looked like a colorful floral cloth.
2 The mountain waves are cascading.
3 The mountains are dark and boundless, and the cliffs are like the tops of knives and axes.
4 The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
5 The Dragon's Head, like a great tomb towering in the night.
6 The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise and fall straight up and down so high that it makes you dizzy.
7 The deep valleys were luridly quiet and gloomy.
8 The ravine was filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became a great square of flat, snow-covered ground.
9 The morning sun, and the mountains like a shy girl, hidden; sunset, the light across the mountains, the mountains and look
charming and quiet.
10 knife-like hill, picking a few wisps of milky white fog, mist, vaguely visible a thin line