2, the new spring sun is not very warm, but a clear light increases the heat in everyone's heart and body.
3. Spring is a season of life, and a season of beauty, magic and hope.
4, the lake light and the moon in autumn, the surface of the pool without the wind mirror has not been worn. Looking at the Dongting Mountain Water Cui, silver plate in a green snail.
5, the sun is going down, the evening sun put the prairie smeared with a layer of red rouge, the prairie's lively stop.
6, nightfall, the mirror-like moon hanging in the sky, the light as clear as running water to the vast expanse of the earth.
7, the sun slowly through the clouds, revealing the face of the long swollen red, like a shy little mother looking at the earth.
8, early winter, like a beautiful, noble, reserved princess, dancing her magical veil, sending gusts of cold wind.
9, when the earth has just awakened from the thin bright morning tender, in the solemn cool garden of fruit trees, will be floating clear laughter.
10, just after 4:00 pm, the sun has put away its pale light, as if also afraid of the cold, hiding into the clouds as thick as a cotton tire.
11, the birds of the joyful noise has given way to some other corner. Some love to fly around in the morning breeze of the small beetles will be more restless in all directions.
12, the cold wind whistling. Bare trees, like a bald old man, can not be attacked by the northwest wind, swaying in the cold wind.
13, winter, everywhere freezing, only the vast Dongting Lake never freeze. The wide lake is still sparkling, showing incomparable vigor and vitality.
14, the circumference of 800 miles, gazing at the labor. The water connotes the broad shadow of the sky, the mountain pulls the terrain high. The Jaguar stops for a long time, the fisherman turns a few times. The winds are rising, and the waves are drumming.
15, the pines stand in the white snow, with the biting northwest wind, shaking his body, issued a harsh and piercing whistling, like intentionally in contempt of the winter.
16, gradually, the rain stopped, the clouds scattered, the sun also revealed a smile, the earth and bright up. Open the window, the fresh air to the face, a cool face.
17, autumn night, the sky high dew thick, a crescent moon in the southwest sky quietly hanging. Cold moonlight sprinkled the earth, is so dark, the stars of the Milky Way is more and more brilliant.
18, the May breeze, floating with the roadside acacia flowers of the fragrance, gently blowing the cheeks of passers-by and hair temples, blowing people's lapel, a gentle comfort, such as the hands of a loving mother.
19, in the bright moonlight, there are several rolling hills, some like a few sharp swords straight into the sky. In the mountains, came the cuckoo's call, crisp and beautiful!
20, after the spring rain, the sun came out, a clear. The whole world like just washed like, especially fresh, the air is very fresh, breathe a mouthful, sweet, like drinking honey.
21, spring is coming, the mountains of ice and snow melted, flowers awakened, grass secretly drilled out of the soil, the mountains of wildflowers smiled, the spring girl from the kingdom of spring fluttering.
22, outside the window bright winter Chengdu hard to have sunshine, and the memory of the day of the flood, I woke up in the silence of this Sunday morning, heard the song was next door to the man softly sung.
23, looking up at the Tianhu Mountain, only to see that the towering green mountains, full of luxuriant shade trees and blue sky, misty wisps of clouds just constitute an elegant and interesting ink landscape painting.
24, although the fall has been a long time, but this year's summer heat that all day soaked in sweat in the taste, that hand a touch, a hand of hot feeling is engraved in the memory, seems to be the rest of the summer is still slow to retreat.
25, the sun just showed his face, I walked along the river to the village, so light clear fog, so moist wet soil odor, can not stop puffing in my face, into my nose.
26, stream side, overgrown with many unknown grass, I recognize a can be used wild vegetables ---- water cress, pavilion in the water, posture wonderful, around some wildflowers dotted between.
27, I used my hand to gently slap the waves, naughty waves splashed countless tiny water beads, splashing in the face of cool silk really comfortable. You see, this running wave is like a naughty little doll ah.
28, a winter, the earth is more seemingly full of vitality: the mountains are depressed, the trees withered, do not see the birds fly, do not hear the beasts, at first glance, like a low-hanging clouds in front of the screen, solidified a picture of the dead.
29, in the fall, the flowers on both sides of the river bank and the leaves on the trees are withered. The trees bear a lot of fruit, there are red apples, yellow pears, fiery red persimmons. Under the baptism of the autumn rain, the fruits became particularly attractive.
30, people are busier in the spring. As the saying goes: a year's plan is in the spring. You see, in the city's streets and alleys, to and fro shuttling a busy figure, the countryside in the fields, farmers are sowing the seeds of hope.
31, the color of the eaves, green and black bricks and tiles, the moss has long been left, the beautiful woman in the alleys look forward to the light, eyes flow, everything is telling the ancient legend. Yunnan, it is a place that can not be easily touched.
32, reflecting the yellowing of the grass. There are impatient steps warmly welcome before, stepping on the soft sound in the wet glow of the land resounded, a poet sang "like a drop of tears of death?"
33, the garden is beautiful. At night, the rain fell in the garden of the river, like a light music. Silky moonlight sprinkled on the creek, like shining lights, for the small fish swimming in the creek to add a few beautiful.
34, happy to see the mountains more verdant, all over the pine fragrance refreshing heart. With the closure of the mountain forest, these years disappeared pine forests, re-growth of the mountain slopes. Restoration of the past beautiful green true face of the mountains, far away, so beautiful scenery it.
35, the little swallows drag the tail like scissors, back to the north of their hometown, they "chirp, chirp" called, as if to say: "Spring is coming, spring is coming!
36, gradually the rain is getting smaller and smaller, and finally stopped. The sun rose, the ground is still wet, the rain on the tiles is still flowing down, in the stars and leaves left on the rain drops in the sunlight like a pearl shining.
37, Dali's Erhai is shaped like a human ear, when the wind and waves are calm, like a dark green jewel set in the Yunnan earth, the breeze blew, the sea is shining gold, flooded with a beautiful wave, charming and moving, so I feel the magic of nature.
38, the bottom of the ditch, own a different view, people's spirit, eyes bright. On both sides of the mountain peaks pinch, steep walls, trees, lush, a small stream quietly flowing. Silent mountains, flowing water, a movement and a stillness, constituting a wonderful and harmonious picture of the bottom of the ditch.
39, when you take another path back, you will see a large flower bed, flower beds all year round flowers bloom. There are beautiful buttercups in the spring, vibrant sunflowers in the summer, budding ** in the fall, and small wildflowers in the winter that are not afraid of the cold. The color is different, each leading **.
40, Dancing Water River bank on the flood control embankment, the night of summer, but also attracted countless people, the night gradually diffuse, the river flows quietly, the stars in the sky reflected in the clear river water such as crystal bright, reflecting the entire river surface, sparkling. The breeze is so refreshing that it is not pleasant.
41, summer is the best evening. The setting sun shines brilliantly and the lake flows gently. At the same time the sun changed her beautiful crimson color to a charming orange-red, and the clouds looked like they were on fire. When the sun rose, the grass gave way to the songs of various insects, which were very interesting.
42, in the calm sleepy lake, a little white sails rippling with the wind. The lake rippled with microwaves, a few small fish jumped out of the water, turning the body, jumping "water ballet", and instantly submerged underwater, the lake returned to the calm. The cruise ship is slowly moving forward, sailing to the Taihu Lake immortal island.
43, to the Damshang grassland, in front of the endless green, like a green sea. Nearby, flocks of cattle and sheep leisurely eating grass, a few horses in the prairie is galloping past; distant mountains in the blue sky under the background appears more green, grasslands not only more animals, more mountains and the scenery is also very beautiful.
44, into the sea, look, the endless sky and a wave, what a beautiful landscape! And what a beautiful pattern of shells on the golden-colored beach! On the beach, the sea breeze will blow away all your worries and bring you to a whole new world where there is no sadness or pain, only happiness.
45, the sound of thunder gradually small, dark clouds scattered, the sky cleared up. Rainwater accumulated in the potholes on the road, accumulating a small cesspool, reflecting the white clouds in the sky and the blue sky behind the white clouds. People walking on the street are careful, afraid of splashing water will wet pants feet, more afraid of stepping on the cesspool in the scenery.
46, looking up, the deep blue sky is so charming. The air twinkles with a bright little star, they gather more and more, as if dancing on the blue carpet, and like winking and I talk. Ah! The night was so magical, the moon had just climbed over the trees and let out its bright light. The night seemed very quiet.
47, fall, he read a spell, bring us a harvest of yellow. You see, a large area of golden rice ripe, a gust of wind blew, the rice fields set off a layer of golden waves. In the orchard, the yellow persimmons are like a small lantern hanging on the branches, heavy, the fruit trees are bent.
48, after all, the beauty of winter is not enough to say, because it is too beautiful, too beautiful, I love everything in winter. Winter gives people the feeling of being different from other seasons, all the breath is permeated with a winter unique sweet fragrance. As long as you feel this lovely season with your heart, in fact, winter is also a warm world.
49, it is the season of lotus maturity, a lotus bud, full of fields in the lotus field flashes of gold, a cluster of lotus with water beads at first open, some bud buds spit buds, like a shy girl seems to open non-open. A full lotus, crowded lotus field, waiting for the beautiful Hakka lotus picking women to pick.
50, spring, a perfect combination of static and movement of the time. Spring is like an angel, stepping on pleasant footsteps, fluttering to earth. Spring is like a young girl in her flowery years, drumming with the ethereal flavor. Spring is like a painter, full of vigorous colors. Spring is like a magnificent poem, like a sweet dream, like wine.
51, but winter is a gentle girl, she gave the sunrise smeared with red, to the earth with a white veil, you see, the blue sky in the rising sun like a drunkard's face up red from behind the trees appeared. Its light shines on the earth, bringing a touch of warmth to the people. The country roads are covered with white frost, in the people's feet rustling.
52, after the rain, the earth eliminated its own heat, put on a cool coat, the plants sucked the full nutrition, re-bloom smile, then the sky set up a set of colorful bridges, lotus petals on the raindrops in the play slide - a drop, a drop of sliding to the ground, and at this time we have a good opportunity to catch fish.
53, nature, she is ever-changing, like a mathematical problem that can never be solved, profound; she seems to be an artist, all the things in the world to dress up the graceful; occasionally she seems to be a temperamental person, a gentle, a gloomy, a grumpy. Nature gives us endless joy, her charm is also endless.
54, summer, the sun spit fire, but in the hometown of the mountains are full of trees, in the shade of the shade, very cool; there are mockingbirds singing. Planted in the mountains of the watermelon is ripe, hometown of the watermelon and round and big, and the air of the full moon, the same round; cut a look is red flesh, sweet and delicious; black melon seeds, such as the dark eyes.
55, if the scenery is to be tasted in walking, the remains of the amalgamation in the absorption, landscape in the immersive experience, then the face of these slightly mysterious light in Xinjiang, I would rather choose to stagnate, choose to slowly taste. I remember when we waved goodbye to it again and again, a colleague couldn't bear it, and even recited a poem: the most beautiful on earth, Xinjiang into the dream!
56, the wind, so gentle, driven by small trees, grass dance together, when a breeze drifting, as the mother's hand gently caressing their faces, I like the feeling, with a slight coolness, let a person's mind and heart. Enjoy life, do not necessarily have to have a mountain and sea food, diamond silk as a companion, nature is God's most precious to mankind.
57, when the hot sun to the spine, summer came. We went into the forest, to listen to the birds singing, and friendly animals to chase and play: we go to the sea to listen to the call of the sea, put on a diving suit to explore the mysteries of the deep sea: late at night, look at the stars, the sky full of stars like pearls set in the sky, shiny, infinite magnificence.
58, along the lotus pond, is a small winding coal chipped road. This is a secluded road; few people walk during the day, the night is more lonely. On all sides of the pond, there are many trees, luxuriant. On one side of the road are some willows, and some unknown trees. There is no moonlight at night, the road is gloomy, some afraid of people. Tonight is very good, although the moonlight is still faint.
59, walked through the beach side of a rocky road, the scene in front of me high, at that moment, I do not believe their eyes. Ah! Hays Desert. A piece of soft desert show in front of us, the desert sporadically exhibit some extremely tenacious, touching grass. Unexpectedly, in the Yellow River beach can see only in the northwest region of the desert landscape. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
60, rolling hills back to back to the sky. Ridge prunes are ripe, a glance can be sour to the bone to go; autumn harvest just after the corn forests in patches standing up in the black soil, like in the autumn wind with the tea, candlelight night talk. On the hillside, the side of the road, the end of the village, a variety of strange grasses and trees coincidentally yellow, red, yellow pure, red like fire, the people's hearts also burned up.
61, when you enjoy horseback riding in the thousands of miles of grassland, everywhere you can see thousands of groups of fat sheep, horses and cattle. They ate the milk containing ghee grass, hair color extraordinarily bright, as if each hair tip is bubbling with oil star. Especially those set off by the turquoise grassland very clear yellow cattle, flower cattle, white sheep, red sheep, in the sun like embroidered on the green satin color pattern as beautiful.
62, my favorite place is the promenade. The promenade seems to be like a ribbon, the various attractions closely linked, it is the longest corridor in China's ancient architecture and gardens, the promenade is also a beautiful gallery, corridor between each beam are painted with colorful paintings, *** more than 14,000, each different. The colorful paintings are mostly landscapes, flowers and birds as well as episodes from the four famous novels. It has also been collected into the Guinness Book of Records!
63, autumn night, the sky is high and dewy, a crescent moon in the southwestern sky quietly hanging. Cold moonlight sprinkled the earth, is so dark, the Milky Way stars but more and more brilliant. Dense boundless sorghum corn grain field, this singing should be ringing with the chirping sound of autumn insects, caddis flies also occasionally add a few accompaniment, blowing the Weng like intermittent blowing cold cigar. Willow tree in the roadside quietly hanging branches, shade cover the winding weeds of the path.
64, the right side of the persimmon tree is full of heavy persimmons, these yellow and bright persimmons, like a lovely little lantern. In the dense and verdant holly trees in the background looks more bright and lovely. Autumn wind blew, a "small lantern" gently swaying up, flashing light. The dead leaves of the sycamore tree in the autumn wind have fluttered down, as if the yard is full of fluttering colorful butterflies.
65, the maple forest to the earth on the red carpet, the autumn wind blew, the maple leaves issued a clattering sound, as if in the applause to celebrate the harvest scene. Look, that **, how enthusiastically they open! How exuberant! Yellow, red, white, purple ...... a flower, a cluster, facing the autumn wind, cloaked in frost, competing for beauty, spitting fragrance, open everywhere, simply become a world of brocade.
66, the weather is gloomy, the sky is thick low gray-yellow cloud. Northeast wind whining roar, rampant in the wilderness running, it seems to hold a sharp sword, can pierce the tight coat, not to mention that exposed to the outside of the face, was it cut a knife and a knife, the pain is difficult to bear. I love the snow, I love the snow scene, I love winter more. Winter is the wheel of the soul. Winter, although very cold, but it has an incomparable warmth and hope.
67, I came along the path of the field to the side of the river, both sides of the willow with the wind, the new shoots; tender as if you can pinch out of the water; I walked on the river, saw those flowers are not willing to show weakness in the opening of the buds, colorful, scattered in the green grass; the breeze blew, exuding the flowers of the light scent, attracted the hard work of the small bees and the beautiful flowers butterfly. Such a spring is desirable, really pleasing to the eye and heart.
68, winter is a cold killer, he killed a lot of lovely little creatures. He made the flowers withered, grass withered, fallen leaves withered, you see, the aspen leaves in one night all fall, far away, as if a golden wave up and down, you hear, flowers in the wind sighing voice, grass in the moon crying words, how helpless and sad. The birds heard their sighs and cries. Hiding in the south where there is no winter.
69, idly listening to the rain hitting the banana of the ethereal; listening to the rain hitting the banana of the ancient; listening to the rain hitting the banana of the murmur, savor, heart and soul are quiet. Idle look at the rain hitting the plantain, such as smoke rain, entangled in the plantain, full of eyes are delicate green, as if to drop like a rain droplets. Idle taste that rain on the plantain, the earth's fragrance accompanied by plantain green fragrance, an irresistible can penetrate the heart of the ancient and simple fragrance came, so I can not help but indulge in it, haunting.
70, the farm, drizzle, farmers wearing hats, wearing straw raincoat in the rain animal agriculture, surrounded by a blanket, can not see people's faces. Rain stopped, the beautiful mushrooms hold up a colorful umbrella, with the gentle spring breeze dancing. The sun came out, it exudes a warm and brilliant sunshine, adding a touch of vitality for the spring! Look! The leaves of the trees are green and shiny, the grass quietly drilled out of the ground, gladly opened their eyes, enjoying the colorful world.
71, get up in the morning on the glass of the living room window is full of beautiful ice skyscraper like rows of cedar wind and snow standing like a beautiful peacock open screen when the open tail vivid like a piece of spring sunshine thriving grass like a cute little squirrel jumping happily on the stone? Nature is really amazing a pair of invisible hands in the quiet to create a beautiful and magical wonders. I forgot the cold like eating a delicious food to greedily watch.
72, accompanied by colorful flowers, spent an extremely interesting New Year. Listening to the ear, the footsteps of spring is close. Looking east, the time tunnel came to a beautiful day, let us gently wave to her: spring, hello! Strolling through the Green Park, I inadvertently saw that the small trees have issued tender light green buds, some unknown grasses have blossomed, the flowers yellow, particularly endearing. Everywhere overflowing with a hint of early spring, it turns out that spring has come.
73, at this time, had to pay attention to the roadside beautiful osmanthus. Because of their strong aroma really let everyone can not be ignored. There are many varieties of osmanthus: golden osmanthus, silver osmanthus and danggui. From a distance, the golden laurel is like a small star, as if it is still winking its big eyes with us! Dan Gui is light yellow. When a breeze gently blows by, they do a moving dance! And the silver laurel? It is like a princess in a white dress, standing upright in the heart of the tree mother.
74, dulled the sword, far away from the drum horn clanging. After the liberation, the party led the people to build the first dam on the Yellow River, history opened a new page. The majestic dam cut off the river across the sky, the dam on both sides of the two landscapes, the dam is "high gorges out of the lake", the water is calm as a mirror, as if it is a quiet, virtuous woman; outside the dam is another landscape, the river rushes down, as if the rude and uninhibited general, the two landscapes are perfectly unified in the two sides of the dam, isn't it strange! The two landscapes are perfectly unified on both sides of the dam, which is not strange!
75, spring is coming, everything is recovering, yesterday afternoon the weather was hazy, according to past experience should be under the continuous spring rain; the old saying, "spring rain is as expensive as oil," these two days all over the country are drought emergency report. People long for a spring rain, wet that weather dry earth, to the spring sowing with timely rain, just left the winter snow did not come, the first spring rain this year, but quietly. As in life, there are some unforeseen good, always in your forgetfulness, when you do not exist in the hope that perhaps it will come quietly.
76, out of the beautiful garden, strolling in the quiet forest path, looking at the distant dense mountains, looking at the sky colorful sunset, and the free flying swallows. Breathing the fresh air after the rain, the ear comes the nature's breath, my head of silk in its touch jumped under the beautiful waltz, maple leaves "swish" fell, suddenly felt everything is so elegant quiet, do not know why there is always a kind of want to cry feeling pervades me, is it a loss? Is it loss? Happiness? Is it beautiful? The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it.
77, Zhenwu intersection, People's Park, etc., high lights such as the yellow sun, shining on the ground everything. The road is flat and wide; the flowers and plants are crowded and smiling; the crowd is joyful. The music of the square dance floats in the air, thrilling the hearts of those who pass by. The delicate dance in the accompaniment seems like a butterfly flying. Flexible feet, light arms, close-fitting clothes, and colorful colors refract a moving scene in the eyes. People have comfortable smiles on their faces. In the song, in the light, people together with each other infected, feel the harmony and beauty of life, *** enjoy peaceful and bright days.
78, autumn fruitful, I love to eat apples, so I asked a few friends, together to go to the apple orchard to pick apples. An apple to the children's smiling face, and like a red fire, in short, my mouth stayed. Those naughty little apples, see me, bobbing their heads, so cute. My friends and I picked and picked and picked, finally, we were about to fill the basket we prepared, but unfortunately the wind blew, a basket of apples were blown over. We had to pick them up, ah, finally finished! Birds singing above us, the sun saw us, smiling can be happy.
79, Zhangjiajie's mountains are really high! You stand at the top of the mountain, the sun seems to be able to reach as if. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of it. If you can pick a white cloud how good it is! Not far away, a group of tourists are pointing down the mountain, I walked over, also look down, shall not be a surprise: white clouds are halfway up the mountainside, in the distance, it looks like a flawless white belt tied to the waist of the mountain, very wonderful. I quickly shouted: "Mom, come and see, white clouds here!" This shout, attracted a large group of tourists, at once, the sound of amazement, the sound of praise unceasingly, for a long time echoed in this forest ......
80, all the stories gradually recede, the city sleeps at night; only the street lamps stand with their heads hanging low on the side of the road, the lonely emit a dim light. Lonely night walker in the street lamp forward, the shadow is long and thin, gradually shorten, become a point, and then gradually lengthened, and then lengthened. A gust of wind blew by, she held herself with both hands, her sash swaying in the wind. Loneliness, or melancholy? The only way to savor one's own heart is to taste it slowly, like a wounded cat huddled in a corner with no one to lick its wounds for its own healing. The gradually fading figure, as well as the shadow of the foot was stretched by the light, together with the darkness of the night and dreamy swallowed, as if she had never walked. With it, there is also the hustle and bustle of the middle of the night and the brilliant lights.
81, I went into the woods in the fall. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. The ground is full of leaves, red, yellow, green ...... colorful, beautiful. A gust of wind blew, and a few leaves fell from the trees. Look, some are like small flower butterfly, twisting the beautiful wings dancing. Some are like a yellow warbler, spreading its wings and flying. There are also like dancers, light and 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".
82, every star in the sky is a small child, they play in the quiet night over the moon and play games. Each of them carries a dream. Although, sometimes, will encounter gusty winds, will encounter torrential rain, will encounter dark clouds, will also encounter lightning. But no matter what, the small and ordinary dream in their hearts will never change: that is, to see the sun, to see the bright world. They are used to the night, but the daytime has a greater attraction for them. They try their best not to fall asleep in the daytime, and the last one is always the "star of the beginning", but it is only to see the faint reddish light from the first sun. After all, it still fell asleep ......
83, rain, like silver gray sticky wet spider silk, weaving a piece of gentle net, netting the whole world of autumn. The sky was also dark and heavy, like the roofs of old dwellings tangled with spider's webs. The grayish-white clouds that piled up in the sky were like the peeling *** of the roof. Under the shroud of this ancient roof, everything was unusually dull. The green and shaded pomegranate, mulberry, and grape vines in the garden, which represented nothing more than the prosperity of the past summer, were now like the remains of ancient Roman buildings, cowering in the sound of the drizzling rain and reminiscing about the glorious past. Grass has turned into a melancholy yellow, the ground can not find a bit of fresh flowers; dormitory wall along the delicate planted daffodils, drooping head, with eyes full of teardrops, where they sighed their fate, only after two days of sunny and beautiful days and then encountered such a moldy rainy day. Only the corner of the osmanthus, the branches have been decorated with a few gold as valuable as the young stamens, carefully hidden in the green oval leaf petals, revealing a little bit of new life sprouting hope.