This beautiful garden is located behind two rows of school buildings on the left side of the school. We walked along the concrete path to the garden entrance, the gate is written above the "Botanical Garden" three big words. Into the garden door, only to see a new green in front of us, not long, I heard the birds in the "chirping" called, as if to welcome us to visit their homes. Then look at the flowers and plants, there are bamboo, osmanthus, chrysanthemums and other plants. Bamboo in the gate on the left, I followed the bamboo pole up to see, bamboo foot five-story high, bamboo leaves resting on many birds, because the bamboo leaves are very lush, can be for the birds to shelter from the sun and rain. On the right side of the gate there is an osmanthus tree, walk forward, the breeze blowing, osmanthus aroma to the face, refreshing!
Walking forward, you will find green Hokkien tea surrounding you all around, with purple colorful fuchsias and thorny begonias to the left and right. On the far left there are red chrysanthemums and a row of yellow chrysanthemums with fine hairs on their leaves and layers of yellow cores in the center of the red chrysanthemums. Next to the chrysanthemums is a rhododendron, whose leaves have layers of soft thorns that feel itchy to the touch. Further on, you will arrive at the center of the garden, the center of the garden is a pond, there is a rockery, the mountain grows a few Fugui bamboo, and there are lovely little fish around the mountain in the warm sunshine, swimming freely.
Appreciate the big half of the garden, almost to the end of the garden, where there are three big-leaved banyan planted, the leaves are like a big fan, some students are hot, but also from the ground to check the fallen leaves to fan cool it!
Next, I smelled the faint fragrance of flowers, listening to the birds singing, looking at the tender green grass, brightly colored flowers, reluctant to leave the school's botanical garden.
The lotus flowers are beautiful, but I haven't seen them in the fall yet. Yesterday morning, I went to the lotus pond in Tianhe Park with my mom and brother.
Standing at a distance, the lotus leaves were so green that they looked like many big turquoise disks floating in the water, crowded one by one, setting off many beautiful lotus flowers. (Lotus flowers colorful, really beautiful!) I used to see the lotus flowers in early spring are some sporadic, a bleak scene. Now most of the lotus flowers are open, as far as the eye can see (the color is very bright), red like fire, white as snow, can be beautiful! (They are more beautiful than each other, probably holding a "beauty contest"!)
Close to (a look at) the lotus pond, those lotus flowers have crimson, there are rich purple, pink, one more than a beautiful ...... these colorful lotus flowers, some buds are still not fully open, buds are reddish, the middle is light red, the bottom is white. They hold each other tightly in a piece, the body is covered with a "green coat", and shyly half of the body hidden under the water, next to a large lotus leaves half-covered, it really looks like a shy child.
Some already open lotus, seven, eight petals are open, this time the color is particularly deep, revealing a yellow stamen, there are many black dots. They stand upright in the lake, and there are several large turquoise lotus leaves around it to set off its beauty. When the wind blows, they will twist to the viewer, nodding their heads, as if asking: "Am I beautiful?"
(Looking at) these lotus flowers are so loved, some tourists take out their cameras to take pictures of this beautiful scenery, some "tsk" praised the beauty of the lotus flowers, I also give a thumbs up to the lotus flowers: "Lotus flowers are beautiful!" At this moment, I really wish there was a camera here, so that I could take pictures of these beautiful scenery. Thinking about it, I closed my eyes and felt as if I were like a lotus flower, wearing a pink dress, standing in the sunshine. I slowly opened my eyes: it turned out that I was looking at lotus flowers! We watched it for a long time, and when it was time to leave, I was still very much in love with this beautiful pond of lotus flowers.
The lotus flowers in the fall are so (beautiful) beautiful!
Give you some good sentences for writing landscape essays:
Good Sentence: The sky is full of red clouds, the sea is full of golden waves, and the red sun is like a furnace of boiling steel, spewing out its golden light.
Wonderful evening sun. Red like fire, bright like the sun, the beauty of the picture....
Morning, the sun is like a new daughter-in-law who just went out, shyly showing half of her face.
Spring, the sun is warm, it stretches out the warmth of the big hand, rubbing people all over the body comfort.
Did not dare to look up at the sun, only to feel everywhere dazzling, the air, the roof, the ground, are a white bright piece of white with a bit of red, from top to bottom of the whole like a great fire mirror, each is the focal point of the fire mirror, 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 sun, through the dense foliage sprinkled down, into a point of golden light spots
Spring in Jiangnan The spring in Jiangnan is not compared to the northern spring ah. The spring here is full of birdsong and flowers, and there are warblers singing and dancing everywhere. The golden yellow cauliflower in the farmland is blooming, a brilliant. The roadside apple blossoms, snow green, is very abundant; plum blossoms also open, a small white flowers adorned in the branches, are into a bouquet of flowers; peach blossoms also open, pink, as if it is a little girl's little face ...... far away, a pair of yellow warblers flew over, singing all the way. And the turquoise grass even spread from our feet all the way to the sky, coloring the clouds in the sky emerald green. We got out of the boat and followed a path that led us to a temple at the bottom of the hill.
Spring in Kashgar Spring in Kashgar is different, its spring breeze is not like the spring breeze in the south. The spring breeze in the south is gentle and lingering. The spring wind in Kashgar is strong, sometimes it lifts up the yellow sand covering the sky with the power of mountains and seas. Pedestrians like a boat in the wind against the waves, tree branches crazy dance, reckless, dry branches issued "squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak. As soon as the smoke came out of the pipe, it was torn into countless thin dragons and disappeared in an instant. At the end of spring, when all the trees compete for green, Kashgar's unique jujube blossoms emit a rich fragrance, attracting groups of bees, dancing.
The colors of spring The colors of spring are really colorful: the sun is red, the sky is blue, the tops of the trees are tender green, spring flowers are delicate yellow ...... No wonder the poets love to sing about spring, the painters love to depict the spring, because the spring is the fusion of all the world's beauty, all the colors of the sum of all.
Spring Colors on Campus The spring breeze gently blew into our campus, the top of the flagpole bright red flag fluttering slightly; on the grass, the grass sprouted, tender, green; next to the classroom, the tall willow tree stretching its leaves and swinging its soft branches to meet the spring wind; in the flower garden, pink peach blossoms bloomed all over the branches, and snow-white snow-white pears competed for the opening of the garden; in the flower bushes, the bees fanning their golden yellow wings In the flower bushes, small bees with golden wings are busy collecting honey. Colorful butterflies dance in pairs. Our campus is so beautiful in spring!
Spring plants Look: a piece of rape bloomed yellow flowers, in the spring breeze, the waves of gold, emitting a refreshing fragrance. They raised their lovely smiling faces, innocently looking up at the blue sky. Standing upright in the roadside unobtrusive drill poplar, gray body light green, the tip of the spit out dense buds, in the moist breeze gently swinging. The charming and graceful weeping willow, floating up long hair, dancing, gently brushing past people's shoulders. It dances and dances and dances, as if showing off spring's love for it. A small grass from a sound sleep to wake up, they broke out of the ground, stretching its tender green leaves.
Spring is in the air, and the news of the earth's awakening has been spread by the winds of spring. In a flash, the soil has been coated with yellow-green dye; in a flash, the brook also began to sing, as if for the arrival of Miss Spring and singing, singing the praises of nature's wonderful; in a flash, the fragrance of flowers and birds also filled the nature, Miss Spring also embroidered flowers for the earth. The beautiful flowers also exude infinite temptation in the wind, making the bees and butterflies dance among them. The unmelted snow and ice on the distant mountains glittered in the sunlight, like white jade; a group of geese and birds in the sky lined up with the word "human," flying slowly toward the north; the migratory birds resting here also chirped loudly, adding to the bustle of this spring and wonderful.
Spring morning On a spring morning, the sun wakes the earth from its dream with its warm and gentle arm, and spreads its golden light all over the campus. At this time, the birds are singing happily, the surrounding trees are growing new branches and young leaves. The warm spring breeze, gently caressing my face, also blowing the new clothes of the weeping willow.
I love spring, and I love the spring rain. It is it moist wake up grass, moist green willow, moist open spring flowers, tell us that spring is here. Grass drilled out of the ground, looking at the novelty; willow swinging waist, dancing with the wind; spring flowers bulging trumpet: "Spring OK, tick tock."
Love that cold and not lack of warmth of the early spring wind. It gently woke up the earth, the sleep of the winter of the earth gladly opened the sleepy eyes, and then sowed the seeds of hope.
Love spring birds, frogs and all the vibrant and lovely creatures, especially the cute little swallow. I often search for them on the wires, because they are like small, delicate notes on a five-line score, with a chirp, chirping, chirping, chirping, chirping, chirping, chirping the first movement of spring. Summer words and phrases
Good words: early summer, midsummer, summer, summer, summer dress, cool heat, hot, sweltering, early summer, the time of summer, the time of the early summer, the time of spring to summer, late spring and early summer, the time of summer, the time of summer, the time of summer, the time of summer, the time of summer, the time of summer, the time of summer, the time of June, the time of summer, the time of summer, the time of summer, the time of summer, the time of summer, the time of summer, the time of the heat, the time of summer, the time of summer, the time of summer, the heat, the time of summer, the heat, the heat, the heat, the heat, the heat, the heat, the heat, the heat, the heat, the heat, the heat,
Good Sentence: In July, the transparent blue sky, hanging like a fireball sun, clouds seem to be burned by the sun, but also disappeared without a trace.
Spring is gone with the falling flowers, and summer is coming with all the green leaves bouncing in the warm wind.
The early summer sunlight filtered down from the dense layers of branches and leaves, and the ground was covered with shimmering spots the size of copper coins.
The wind blew with a slight warmth, sending the cuckoo's call at times as it told us, "Spring has returned."
The grass, the reeds and the red, white and purple wildflowers were steamed by a fiery sun high in the sky, and the air was filled with a sweet intoxication.
In early summer, wildflowers of all colors bloomed, red, purple, pink, and yellow, like brilliant specks embroidered on a large green carpet; swarms of bees busied themselves among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying diligently to and fro.
In the height of summer, it was so hot that even the dragonflies only dared to fly close to the shade of the trees, as if they were afraid that the sun would hurt their wings.
There was not a cloud in the air, not a breath of wind, and the sun was blazing overhead, and all the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.
In the height of summer in July, there was not a cloud in the tile-blue sky, and the fiery sun scorched the earth; the water in the river was scalding hot, and the earth in the field smoked.
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 fields of wheat and rye again, in the fields of wheat and rye, and in the reeds along the banks.
The weather was stiflingly hot, and there was not a breath of wind; the thick air seemed to freeze.
The whole city was like a burnt-out brick kiln, making people breathless. Dogs lay on their backs and spat out their bright red tongues, and the mules and horses had their nostrils flared wide.
The hot umbrella of fire was high in the air, so hot that the fish in the river did not dare to show their faces, and the birds did not dare to fly out of the mountains and forests, and the dogs in the village just stretched out their tongues and panted endlessly.
That day, the sky was so hot that it was crazy. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gas that looked like clouds and mist floated low in the air, making people feel suffocated.
It was a long drought in the summer, the hot sun baked the old loach in the field are turning white, the village side of the creek, the creek water a few inches lower, those exposed to the water surface of the stone, steeply bigger.
The birds do not know where to hide; grass and trees are downcast, as if dying; only that the robin, can not stop in the branches of the broken high call; really broken gongs and drums in the blazing sun shouting support!
The willows on the street were sick, their leaves hung with dust and rolled on the branches, and their branches did not move. The road is glowing white, vendors are afraid to shout, and the Plexiglas signboards in front of the stores seem to be melting in the sun.
Good words for the starry sky: starry morning star, star, star, constellation, nebula, crystal, blinking star, shooting star, starry river, ten thousand points of stars, group of stars, starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry starry night, galaxy, galaxy, galaxy, galaxy, gradual emergence, the Big Dipper hangs high, stars arching over the moon, a sky of stars, stars, stars, stars, stars, bright, bright, bright, bright, bright, bright, bright, bright, bright, bright, bright, bright, bright, bright, stars, stars, stars, stars, stars,
The naughty little stars drew a golden arc of light in the blue night sky, like a weaver throwing 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.
Dark blue high in the sky shone a white bright dazzling as a diamond star - the star of enlightenment.
The starry night was extremely beautiful, without a single floating cloud in the sky, the dark blue sky was full of diamond-like stars.
Bright stars, like jewels, densely scattered all over the vast and boundless night sky. Milky white Milky Way, from the northwestern sky, across the middle of the sky, diagonally cascading to the southeast of the earth.
Several large and bright stars hanging in the night sky, as if the heavenly man with a lantern in the vastness of space patrol.
The stars are reflected in the raging sea, and then 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.
Other: above the zigzagging lotus pond, mesmerized by the fields of leaves. The leaves are very high out of the water, like the skirt of a dancer. Layers of leaves in the middle, sporadically dotted with some white flowers, there are curly open, there are shyly dozen; as a grain of pearl, like the stars in the blue sky, and as just out of the bath of the beauty. Breeze, send a wisp of fragrance, as if the distant high building faint song. At this time the leaves and flowers also have a tremor, like lightning, all of a sudden spread across the lotus pond over there. The leaves are shoulder to shoulder and close together, which is like a condensed blue wave mark. Underneath the leaves is a vein of running water, covered, can not see some color; but the leaves are more to see the style.
Moonlight, like running water, quietly cascades over the leaves and flowers. Thin green mist floated up in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seemed as if they had been washed in buttermilk; and like a dream enveloped in a light veil. Although it was a full moon, there was a light layer of clouds in the sky, so that it did not shine aloud; but I thought that this was just the right thing to do - a sound sleep was indispensable, but a nap also had a special flavor. The moonlight was shining through the trees, and the bushes on the heights were covered with mottled black shadows, as ghostly as the cliffs; and the sparse shadows of the curved willows looked like they had been painted on the lotus leaves. The color of the moon in the pond is not uniform; but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as the famous song played on the Van Shui Ling.
On all sides of the pond, far and near, high and low are trees, and the willow is the most. These trees surrounded the pond; only on the side of the path, there were a few gaps, as if for the moonlight. The color of the trees is always gloomy, and at first glance it looks like a cloud of smoke; but the beauty of the willows can be recognized even in the smoke.
Whenever it is about to snow at the end of the year, there is always a kind of expectation in the bottom of the heart that this heavenly craftsmanship will come to us as soon as possible. When it really snows, there is an inexplicable urge and thrill in your heart. Look at the snowflakes falling, it seems that friends meet, feel the heart of the happy *** with the sharing. Snow, I love you white, love you light, more love you can not be easy to get. You - you fall on the ground, like a blanket, like brocade, like chapter. You are soft, the wind wants to break; you are strong, endowed with a million roads. You, beautiful, lovely. You embellish thousands of homes, you decorate NiHong flashing.
Outlook, the snow brings us much joy. In the days after today, we can again step on this white blanket, listen to the creaking sound. Everything is covered with a layer of cicada brocade by the Snow Maiden, and we can sit anywhere and enjoy the performance of this snowflake dance troupe awakened by the music. What a life! What a beautifully unchallenged thought! O snow! We have been waiting for you for a long time, and you have finally arrived. Long time no see, snow.
The cliché. It's still the same old saying, snow is a sign of a good year. The second snowfall of 2004 took a long time, and the snow had reached at least two or three centimeters. As far as the eye can see, it's a snowy white scene. If you look at the road, you can see an endless, endless snowy sky. People's feet on the snow, creaking sound. Look at the children heh, play is very happy, not paying attention, snowballs violently landed on their heads, that strength ah, can not mention. People say, snow is the patent of winter, then for the children, snowball, snowball fights, snowman is not lost as the patent of the children. Look at that as goose feather size snowflakes such as petal rain quickly fall, can not help but let a person associated with this year's fruitful, with this year that has become the past with tears and sweat **** with the intertwined paved the way.
Snow, it in the end the beauty of there? Some people can not help but ask. Snow is nature to mankind's most beautiful things, look at the shape, look at the lace, are not lost as a masterpiece. Even if the whole post on the ground, should be according to the words - seemingly no scenery but better than the scenery. Winter is not as fragrant as grass in spring, not as fruitful as in fall, everything is bare. But it is alone brewed another kind of beauty. This beauty is the need to dig their own, it seems bleak but contains a beautiful, seemingly bleak but overflowing brilliant. Look at the snow ah, lovely than poor, lovely as that shy girl, poor and as that want to break the flowers, let a person can not respect. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, perhaps hinting at a better harvest in the coming year!
Looking away from the green lush, but the heart of the sudden hairy. In the distance rose the red sun, it seems to map our new generation of unlimited vitality, perhaps also more clear the warmth of our classroom community. The sunlight shot into the classroom, the students melted together, enjoying the sunshine. The sun in one person's heart may not be able to warm the whole class, but what about 10 or 20? The rise of the sun in the heart let us once again together, you see the strength ah ......
Out of Jinhua City about five miles gradually into the mountains. The mountains are full of red and oil trees, here a bush, there a cluster. The sandy soil on the mountains is pink, which seems to be unseen elsewhere. The pink mountains, the various colors of the red, and the new green that is either thick or light, the eyes are bright.
It had just rained, and there was a colored bridge in the sky.
The lotus leaves, large like a millstone, some stretch like an umbrella, the water droplets on the lotus leaves, some like a lover's teardrops, some scattered into tiny broken beads, rolling around in the lotus leaves, flashing with the splendor of the colorful, far away from the surrounding emerald-green mountains, in the red red evening sunshine, the lotus, like a mass of red clouds, a layer of Danxia, look at that endless lotus fields , such as rouge and dye, people like a fairyland.
It is the season of lotus maturity, a lotus buds, full of fields in the lotus field flashes of gold, a cluster of lotus with water beads at first open, some buds spitting buds, some like a shy girl seems to open non-open. A full lotus flower, crowded lotus field, waiting for the beautiful Hakka lotus picker to pick.
Weeds grow everywhere, flush with half a man high, the grass is yellow, to the wind rustle.
In the autumn, when the wind was blowing, the color of the grass turned golden, and its white seeds were like willow, like rushes, flying in the sky.
At the touch of my finger on that little green-leaved grass, the grass was ashamed to fold its leaves together and hang down its stalk in shame.
Mimosa is really like a shy girl, as long as the slightest touch on its leaves, it will close up, the branches also follow the low hanging down, as if not dare to see people.
The long watercress fluctuates with the flowing water, like the wind blowing the wheat waves, rippling and undulating.
The water plants in the creek, pushed and shaken by the water, twisted their slender limbs leisurely.
The river is shallow and clear, and you can see the swaying of the water plants at the bottom, between which, from time to time, there are small gray and black or greenish fish, revealing vigorous vitality.
The surface of the lake is covered with a layer of water lilies, emerald-colored small round leaves in the middle of the small yellow flowers shining gold. As far as the eye can see, the golden light flickers, as if the Lord of Heaven specially for the decoration of the lake, to the upper side of a layer of gold stars like.
Every morning, fairy-like sleep in their own round leaves on the water lily, woke up from a dream, it is long flower stalks such as "Swan Lake" in the white swan's beautiful neck, slowly raised, slowly open the petals.
The terrain of the foothills of the low-lying places, above the dense clumps of grass-green moss, much like a layer of soft sea cushion.