2. The swallows dragged their scissor-like tails back to their homes in the north, and they "chirped, chirped, chirped," as if to say, "Spring is coming, spring is coming!"
3. I went to look for spring in a curious mood. I saw the spring. The mountains in the distance were rolling and became pale green. Nearby, the grass on the hillside also quietly burrowed out of the ground, they are tender and green. Fat leaflets, like a fat doll just woke up. This a piece, that a cluster, embellished the steep hillside. The trees on the hillside are also quietly pulling out new branches and sprouting new shoots like grass. The branches of the willow tree hang downward like a line on the tree. The small yellow leaves are like flower petals tied on a thread. The poplars had flowers in bunches, which were purplish-red. They are covered with soft hairs, like caterpillars. The peach blossoms spread their petals and spit out their stamens, the apricot blossoms haunt the branches, and the pear blossoms vie for supremacy .......
4, a variety of wildflowers also woke up, only to see them stretch, raise their heads, scrambling to be the first to indulge in anger, red, yellow, blue, white, purple ...... is really a hundred flowers compete, colorful. These flowers are not expensive, but they use their own color to decorate the youthful meadow, all of their own selfless dedication to the earth. Swarms of bees, flapping yellow wings, buzzing busy honey; the colorful butterflies, also dancing in pairs.
5. In the fields, the wheat seedlings are greening up, as if they were green waves. The golden-colored wild cabbage flowers glittered in the green waves.
6, I do not know when, falling spring rain, gently, can not hear the pattering sound, like a kind of wet smoke, gently moisturizing the earth. After the spring rain, the sun came out, a clear. The whole world like just washed like, especially refreshing, the air is very fresh, breathe a mouthful, sweet, like drinking honey. Spring breeze and warm, bright spring light on the ground, everything presents a piece of vitality, forming a beautiful landscape picture.
7, the spring of Jiangnan 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 not sunken boat, crisscrossing the curved river, the river willow spit out the buds, reeds drilled out the edge of the put when through the green; the river in the water, calm, woke up from the winter of the plain, was dressed in the colors of nature, green and verdant.
8, when the spring in February and March, light with the slight blowing, such as hair of the rain from the sky sprinkled for no reason, thousands of willow, all Shu their yellow and green eyes, red, white and yellow flowers, green grass, green leaves, are like rushing to the marketplace like running to gather to form a romantic and incomparable spring, those little swallows, so clever and lovely little swallows, will be from the south also flew in to add a new person! This is a wonderful picture of spring, adding a lot of fun to the spring scenery.
Summer mornings
Summer is a season of marvelous scenery.
How does summer come? The hot sun comes out and summer shoots out of the sun.
How did summer come? The chirping robin came out, and summer shouted from the robin's mouth.
How did summer come? The cute tadpoles came out and summer swam out of the pond.
How did summer come? Tempting cold drinks came out, and summer ate its way out of the cold drinks.
"The season of the year is spring, and the time of the day is morning." This saying is true. Early morning is the best time of the day, with fresh air and sunshine. The most fascinating is the summer morning~~~
Everyone knows that the climate in summer is very hot. However, it is different in the morning. As soon as I went out, a fresh air came to my nose, and a breeze blew toward me, making me feel especially cool. The grass stretches, in its body dew crystal bright, like a pearl shining in the sun. The lotus in the pond also stretched out the leaves, in the breeze swinging far away, it is like entering the fairyland. A pair of small dragonflies fluttered back and forth in the air, curvaceous and graceful, looking at their gorgeous dance, as if I had also become a dragonfly, flying around in the air, very leisurely. The birds in the woods also woke up from their sleep and flew to the branches to sing, I seemed to be intoxicated by the wonderful song, and stood there for a long time~~~
The sun slowly rose, the summer morning is so beautiful, how charming ah!
The colors of summer
What are the colors of summer? Red,yellow,blue,green?
Walking down the street, all the living things are listless and bowing their heads. The hot sun shines on the big, it seems that every person, every tree, every flower, the body is glowing with golden light. Oh, summer is golden!
Good sentences and paragraphs describing the scenery associated with autumn
Autumn colors in the park
The woods in the park are also beautiful. On the hill in the park is full of trees, sycamore tree leaves with the passage of time slowly turning yellow, have fallen; maple tree leaves are turning red, the park is covered in red clouds, but also add a point of enthusiasm in the fall. The leaves of the cypress tree are still so verdant, intoxicating you. There are a group of children in the mountains in the happy play, from time to time came bursts of laughter, see, they play more energetic ah, to the woods added vigor.
Golden fall
The weather gradually turned cool, a piece of yellow leaves like a beautiful yellow butterfly, have left the warm embrace of the mother tree, gently floating down from the tree, flying down to the grass, the river, crops. This falling leaves seem to be the announcer, telling everyone that "autumn is coming, autumn is coming". The grasses also took off their green clothes and changed into golden fall clothes. The autumn girl has come back to earth again surrounded by the joy of falling leaves. In this everywhere is a yellow scene, a variety of small flowers seem to be asleep, each low head, drooping two pieces of early has lost the glory of the "hands", silently, without saying a word waiting for the arrival of the distant spring.
Autumn
Autumn is here, chrysanthemums bloom. There were red ones, yellow ones, purple ones, and white ones, beautiful!
Autumn is here and the fruit is ripe. The yellow ones are pears, the red ones are pingos, and the bright ones are grapes. A cool wind blew, the fruit nodded, giving off a tantalizing aroma.
As soon as September arrived, there was a sense of fall, which slipped in on a foggy dawn and disappeared in the heat of the afternoon. It tiptoed over the tops of the trees, coloring a few leaves red, then left in a cluster of flutters across the valley.
After another night or two, the fall frost covered the valley under the moon, then retreated to the northern side of the mountains for a little while, so that the golden early fall could gently soothe the earth. A slight scent of anise 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.
Autumn days, that ever-blue sky, will suddenly flip and reveal sinister colors, tropical typhoons caught in dense clouds of torrential rain, floods lurking, the revived grassland again flooded with dots of pale color. However, the typhoon and rainstorms flashed by, and the strong air currents still shook with dazzling waves. At this time, only the migratory birds from the north know this warm bed, the flying swans, geese and ducks, like a deep cloud, make this place look even more pale.
I don't know how long it has been, but as if a tense struggle is finally coming to a head, the fields are coming in from their broad chests, and the slopes and dams are spreading out with watery clarity, and the trees and crops are beginning to sway in the breeze, and the leaves are becoming more subdued and spacious. Dew returns, wetting the ridges in the early morning and evening and hanging quietly over the fields. Dewdrops also come to the dam and float quietly, no longer returning to the valley. Although the sun is still bright, but no longer painful scorching human spine, become generous, clear, as if it is finally exhausted, can not steam melt the field, and the field and reconciliation; ...... autumn is coming!
Autumn leaves
Autumn, the leaves show brilliant colors. Maple leaves seem to be a small red palm, gently swinging in the wind, as if waving goodbye to the tourists. Sycamore tree leaves are like a golden crown, waving in the branches. Seeing it reminds me of the golden orange orchard, people who like new buds should also like the fallen leaves ah!
Autumn wind soughing, full of golden butterflies fluttering in the yard.
Golden butterflies ah! For whom are you dancing? The flowers have no smile, the grass has lost its luster. Oh, I see, you are for the little blinking daisies in the garden.
At some point you landed gently on my bright red sweater, did you think I was a flower too?
You whispered to me that people are changed from green butterflies. In spring and summer people fall in groups on the boughs of trees. Spring gives people new green, summer gives people shade, and once fall arrives, you change into your golden clothes and fly all over the sky to find your beloved friends.
Golden butterfly, would you like to make friends with me? Come on! Fly into my textbook and accompany me into the bright classroom.
The Autumn Woods
I walked into the autumn woods. Ah! The ground is full of leaves, red, yellow, green ...... colorful and beautiful. A gust of wind blew, and a few more leaves fell from the trees. Look, some of them are like small flower butterflies, twisting the beautiful wings dancing. Some are like a yellow warbler, spreading its wings and flying. There are also like dancers, light spinning, spinning ...... leaves have fallen to the ground, to the earth with a thick "cotton coat". Feet stepped on the dead leaves, issued a "squeak" sound, played the late fall "symphony".
Autumn campus
The first thing that caught my eye was the large, brightly colored bunches of red, bunches of red leaves do not attract attention to the attention of the bunches of red flowers, the brightly colored flowers, open delicate chic, a cluster of tens of flowers, long in the emerald-green stems, like a string of green thread connected to the red bells. They are closely arranged, neatly organized, like our class formed a disciplined and tightly united collective. Look closely, there are also hair-like florets hidden inside the flowers. The breeze, delicate and chic flowers gently swaying, nodding to you, as if a small child is open smile face towards you smile it.
Autumn rain
Rain is crystal clear. Autumn rain is very small and fine. Like a cow's hair needle point, gently falling, of course, some of the rain hit the pond, the eaves of the house, knocked up the water splash, "Dingdong", "ticking", "popping", "Rustle" to this picturesque golden autumn with a beautiful symphony, this unique rhythm, so that you forget all the troubles and sorrows of the world.
Describing the early winter good sentence good paragraph
Winter, willow tree dry dry, lonely and lonely, in the past in a spacious style can not be seen at all.
Winter, the sun rises, dazzling light does not exist, like a big round egg yolk, hanging there.
Thick black clouds like a mass of broken flotsam, hanging upside down in the sky above the city, the cold wind whistling and sweeping the ground full of dead leaves and confetti, and more show the scene of extraordinarily cold.
Every winter, the earth is a desolate time, far and near only those pine and cypress trees green, especially eye-catching.
When winter arrives, the snowflakes drift, the reservoir has become a world of whitewash, the large reservoir suddenly turned into a large mirror by the hectares of blue waves, the ice surface and light and slippery.
This is early winter, the forest leaves, dead branches, thickly spread a ground, feet step on, soft.
Early winter, like a beautiful, noble and reserved princess, dances her magical veil and sends gusts of bitter cold wind.
The autumn wind sweeps away the leaves, the bitter cold flies snowflakes, the footsteps of time in a hurry, in a blink of an eye, winter has come!
Early winter, the maple leaves are red, a wind blew, the leaves are like some flower petals seem to float down.
Winter, the last of the four seasons of the year, the most portentous of next year's season,
Winter, mixed with the confusion of the fall came to the countryside, into the city, into the side of you and me.
Early winter, looking at the sparse foliage of the orchard, thinking of fruit farmers full of cellar to be sold fruit, the confusion of the fall suddenly attacked the mind; looking at the green wheat fields, thinking of next year's heavy wheat, a harvest scene in front of us, the confusion of the fall suddenly no trace of shadow,
Early winter, to stay in the heart of the eye is full of green, golden fruit ......
Early winter, cycling or walking on the way to work, Fengming Square charming dance, light melody, everywhere reveals a healthy smile, Zhongyang Mall roaring stirring sound, blocks of high-rise buildings, everywhere presenting a thriving scene, the busy sound of trade in the farmers' market, the crunchy green cucumbers, long slender bean curd ...... The year-round fresh vegetables constantly,
Early winter, showing in front of the people is upward, progressive, and strive for the first......
Early winter gives people a feeling of peace, prosperity and harmony ......
Early in the morning, drops of rain, sprinkled in the heart of winter,
Narcissus, I was looking for that part of the winter in the rare green, rare fragrance, to find, the only one who once raised Narcissus pots, a kind of loss and bewilderment, arose from, how I was so careless, winter came, I even neglected to raise the high and lofty daffodil to decorate the winter, I did not forget, but
I have been paying attention to the place that sells daffodils last year, but I have not been able to find that sells daffodils flower farmers,
This year's early winter, one of the biggest wish is to raise a lot of daffodils, so that the green filled the whole room, embellish the whole winter. I seem to see the sky full of wind and snow in the winter, drifting,
Only that noble and simple daffodil, spitting yellow stamens smile proud of winter.
Early winter, is slowly past, although brief, but also to the city brought its unique color, it faithfully complete the mission given to it by nature, then quietly left, gradually disappeared in the city, also gradually disappeared in people's memories.
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The sky was full of red clouds, the sea was full of golden waves, and the red sun was like a furnace of boiling steel, spewing out golden light.
In the morning, the sun was like a new bride who had 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; 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 everywhere was dazzling, in the air, on the roof, on the ground, all was white and bright, white with a little red, from top to bottom of the whole like a great mirror of fire, each is the focus of the mirror of fire, as if everything is 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 sprinkled 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 has 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 the eastern sky, the main peak of the high Huangshan Mountain was brilliant cloud haze dyed a scarlet.
The sun, greeted by the sunset, 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 stars are like pearls, set in the canopy, glittering with light.
Naughty little stars in the blue night sky cut a golden arc of light, like the weaver threw a brocade thread.
The winter night, a few naked stars poorly frozen, shivering almost hear their teeth cold to fight with each other.
The little stars swayed in the cold air, as if shivering from the cold.
The stars are full of feelings, like naughty children, in the childish, persistent gaze at the earth, as if with the bright eyes to tell a beautiful and moving myth.
Tai Bai star like someone carefully engineered away the candle, quietly flickering appeared in the sky above.
High in the dark blue sky shone a star as white and dazzling as a diamond - the star of enlightenment.
The starry night was extremely beautiful, with not a single floating cloud in the sky, and the deep blue sky was filled with diamond-like stars.
Bright stars, like jewels, densely scattered all over the vast and boundless night sky. The milky white Milky Way, from the northwestern sky, across the middle of the sky, diagonally cascading to the southeast of the earth.
The stars in summer are like mischievous children, and they are very cute.
Several big and bright stars hang in the night sky, as if the heavenly man with a lantern in the patrol of the vastness of space.
The stars are reflected in the rough sea, so they dance up and down with the waves, appearing and disappearing.
The earliest star of the beginning appeared and twinkled in this deep blue sky. It was so big and bright that it was the only one in the whole vast sky radiating a striking light, like a bright lamp hanging high in the sky.
Early in the morning, the blizzard stopped, but it would be a long time before dawn. A few straggling stars peeked open to peer into the snowy, silvery world.
Gradually, the stars closed their sleepy eyes and disappeared into the morning sky.
A good shooting star traced silvery lines in the night sky, as if exploring the world's brightest future.
The stars were more numerous than ever, big and bright, they neither blinked nor twinkled, they were serene and peaceful.
What a cool, clear fall night it was! The stars are brighter and bigger ...... than ever, like an eye-catching jewel adorned under a silver-gray canopy, shedding a crystal soft light, and everything on the earth is so elegant and ethereal.
The sky was full of densely packed little stars, falling on the mirror-like river surface, like pearl onyx, sparkling.
The stars on the dark blue sky glittered like countless pairs of eyes, twinkling.
There were many small stars hanging in the inky blue sky, and they shone brightly as if they had just taken a bath from the Milky Way.
The stars were like little electric lights, twinkling in the air.
The black-blue-black-blue sky was sprinkled with stars like sesame seeds.
The east has floated on the fish-belly color white clouds, a few sparse stars, still in the sky squinting and flashing.
High in the night sky, a few silver-bright stars were flickering like they had just been fished out of the water.
Between the fading black clouds, a few stars blinked shyly.
The sparse stars closed their tired, sleepy eyes and retreated and disappeared.
The star of enlightenment was so big and bright that it was the only one in the whole vast sky radiating an eye-catching light, like a bright lamp hanging high in the sky.
A bright meteor, like a drop of water splashing out of the river, flew out from the middle of the Milky Way, slipped through the deep blue night sky, and fell silently to the north.
The meteor turned into a flash of light that cut through the long dark night sky.
A meteor trailed a blue phosphorescence like a long tail, tracing a long arc across the night sky for a long moment before fading away.
The deep blue sky was so fascinating, and there were little stars twinkling in the air, more and more of them, as if they were dancing on the blue carpet, and as if they were winking and talking to me.