One: Outside was a field of weeds so yellow they glowed brightly, weeds soaked wet with dew, I stepped on the yellow-stained dew, a beam of slanting sunlight shone next to me, on the ground beyond my body. Two: a patch of golden yellow plants, but it doesn't seem to be rapeseed, from a distance, radiating a golden yellow light, a wind blowing like cascading waves, rising and falling, a perfect scene
One: outside is a patch of withered and glistening weeds, weeds soaked wet with dewdrops, I stepped on yellow-dyed dew, and a beam of slanting sunlight shone beside me on the ground beyond my body.
Two: a golden yellow plant, but it didn't seem to be canola, from a distance, radiating a golden yellow glow, a wind blowing like cascading waves, rising and falling, it was a perfect sight.
Three: nature seems to be a song, a boundless song, each note with a melodious rhythm, each syllable with a cheerful rhythm, each segment with a soft and comfortable, the song is natural without losing the sense of the point, much like the water has a moving fish, free, pleasant. This song carries the listener's carefree dream, so that the listener feels the song of nature's birds and flowers, nature's colorful fragrance, thoughts sink into the nature so desirable.
Four: Into the nature, with our most innocent heart to listen to nature it! Let the mind close to nature, let the mind to calm, let the mind get baptized, in the trip to fly your distant and beautiful dreams. More to the nature to walk a little, will let our hearts as quiet as the water.
Five: The diaphanous curtain of the night, hanging down in a panoramic way, covered with a sky full of stars, adorned with endless jewels. The stars, shining; the moon, quiet. The stars shed a piece of colorful light, the moon scattered a piece of silver glory. The stars, bright and dazzling, glittered in the night, but were not lacking in innocence. The moon's silver light cascades into the clear lake. The surface of the lake is flooded with a light silver light, and the wheel of jade disk in the sky, appearing light, fresh, but not lack of brightness. This picture of the starry moon in the clear lake is pure and elegant enough.
Sixth: the sky blue, quiet canyon, the mountains run things, good shade, mountain flowers, birds chirping, a return to nature's hot stream straight into the heart, the feeling of sound overflowing, difficult to name. The brook is clear and bright, a few pieces of dead leaves floating above, spinning, still flowing forward happily. Ask the "water" where to get as clear as this, for there is a source of living water, hold a handful of sweet and clear water, a coolness into the bottom of the heart, a sense of relaxation and joy came to life.
Seven: after climbing up the hill, the other side is no longer tempting rutabaga, but standing cedar. They stood playfully. The fir trees stand uninhibitedly under the boundless sky, and the breeze passes by, as if they were chanting and singing to me as gently as possible. The pointed leaves also became soft and feminine and flavorful to my admiring eyes.
Eight: downhill, the road on both sides of the rutabaga forest lush, yellow fruit like lanterns full of branches, heavy, almost bent the back of the trees, in poking out a small head. "Autumn dawn where to find, deep green in the forest", a brow-raising harvest scene, like a painting of heavy makeup, in front of the eyes spitting out the intoxicating fragrance. Many, many green rutabaga forests, the entire hillside like a green ocean, flashing in front of the eyes.
9: not far away, a thin water from the middle of the desert slowly flowed through, constituting a curved river, at first glance, as if it was a crescent moon spring in general. At that moment, we cheered, can not help but be happy, have taken off their shoes, barefoot on the soft sand, a foot nest crookedly printed on the beach, a cozy feeling of relief surged through the body.
Ten: in this vast and quiet natural realm, to stretch your charming smile, open heart to accommodate this wide open field; with that melodious music to appreciate their beauty, with the dexterity of the small hand painting the perfect combination of them, where you let your thoughts fly unrestrained, let your heart fly in the high altitude, so that your mind in the dust-free environment to purify, so that you self complete and complete! Into this beautiful scenery ......
Eleven: a turn, a tall and straight tree came into my eyes, its thick branches and trunks how strong and powerful; its dense leaves still retain the colors of spring, a yellow and a green and the ginkgo tree previously seen to form a sharp comparison. The magic of nature's paintbrush really makes me admire it
Twelve: the fog is misty, the sky and the earth are one color, the man has gone, the mausoleum still exists. But see the mausoleum on the grass as blue, green trees, forests and trees between the diffuse floating white fog, as in the past when the Quartet chased the sun full of bravado, witnessed this scene, can not help but sigh, then contemplated for a moment, improvised a poem, poetry: "remember the heroes of the past chasing the sun line, and now on the mound of grass green, sacrificing his life to seek the cause of the matter, the Peach Grove a thousand years to stay in the United States".
Thirteen: the sea is flowing across the ocean, showing the hero's true colors. The Yellow River is a thousand li, surging and rushing, the waves fly roll, to show the true nature of the Yellow River also. The Yellow River has passed away in the east, flowing through the past and present how many things. History is also like this Yellow River, in this piece of ancient land, rolled up how many names in the history of the "waves". Dayu rule the water, three over the door and not enter; lips dead teeth cold, the legacy of the ancient precepts of future generations; Laozi crossing the border, writing a book and say a thousand years; Hanguan swinging soldiers, the majestic pass towering locks the main road 。。。。。。
Fourteenth: look out the window, fine as cow hair, small as a needle point of the rain swinging with the wind, twisting the waist of the silky threads, the dance, all the way from the deep dome of the sky circling, and finally with the earth kissed, pouring her tenderness, soaked the soil fluffy, exuding a faint fragrance of the soil.
Fifteen: every day gray sky, vertical thin line of rain, floating hit my window pane. Like that lute woman, luxuriant fingers, strumming the strings, playing pattering sound, such as jumping notes, stringing up the May movement. As a cheerful light music, wash away my mortal heart, so that my heart is nothing, where there is dust?
Sixteen: appreciating the beauty of nature, praising nature, return to nature, let a person feel all simple, put the eyes of the scenery. Appreciating the beauty of nature makes one feel the overwhelming beauty of nature and find the feeling of integration of all things in heaven and earth.
Seventeen: nature, she has changed a lot, she is like a mathematical problem that can never be solved, profound; she is like an artist, all the things in the world to dress up the graceful; occasionally, she is like a temperamental person, a gentle, a gloomy, a grumpy. Nature gives us endless pleasure, her charm is also endless.
Eighteen: the beauty of the dusk in a piece of light up, from a distance, as if it were a huge painting unfolding, waves of light rippling on it, a group of vivid bright colors glow,
Nineteen: in this vast and peaceful natural realm, to stretch out your charming smile, open heart to accommodate the wide open field; with the melodious music appreciating their beauty, with a deft little hand painting a picture of their beauty. With the dexterity of the small hand painting the perfect combination of them, there, let your thoughts fly without restrictions, let your heart fly in the sky, let your mind in this dust-free environment to purify, so that your self fully integrated into this beautiful scenery ......
Twentieth: the rolling hills back to back to the sky. Ridge prunes ripe right through, a glance can be sour to the bone; autumn harvest just after the corn forests in patches standing up in the black soil, like in the autumn wind with the tea talk, candle night talk. On the hillside, the side of the road, the end of the village, a variety of strange grasses and trees coincidentally yellow and red, yellow and pure, red like fire, people's hearts are also burned up.
Twenty-one: I just entered the park, far from being able to see a lot of golden yellow ginkgo tree leaves, overlapping crowded together, as if a few yellow butterflies crowded together with each other for warmth. Nearby is a cluster of beautiful chrysanthemums, red like a passionate flame, white than the swan's feathers, orange like the sky's haze. One by one, a cluster of colorful, beautiful. Into the chrysanthemums, a burst of fresh chrysanthemum aroma, gently breathing, so that I am refreshed.
Twenty-two: Let's get into the arms of the mountains! From a distance, the mountain is not high, but when you come to the foot of the mountain, look up, this is to realize how majestic and powerful the mountain is. Mountains are like giants, let the wind and thunder sun and rain, always so steadfastly upright. How admirable is their spirit!
Twenty-three: the ravine, in fact, is very ordinary, but also very rustic, just because the ditch is dense with the fragrance of acacia gas, a string of white elegant acacia flowers swaying in the ditch in the wind, so, so that I donkeys and other friends are fascinated, such as the appearance of the mountain nuns were carefully groomed to dress up some of their own a different charm.
Twenty-four: I am enamored of the spring wind, which is gentle and tender. It adds to the vibrancy of spring, adding a harmony and serenity of beauty. I love to go to the field in spring to taste the flavor of spring. Close your eyes, if there is a wind across my face, in my neck breath, mixed with flowers and the fragrance of the soil, this is the taste of spring. I chased the spring breeze, playing with it, enjoying a kind of unrestrained pleasure.
Twenty-five: nature, I praise you, you let the flowers decorate the earth, you let the trees bring life, you let the grass teach us self-improvement, you brought human brothers and sisters --- animals. You generously bring us resources, to create a living environment for us, so that we continue to evolve in the face of adversity, without you there is no human this day.
Twenty-six: nature seems to be a dish, a dish of color and flavor, each flavor has the breath of nature, each color with the overflowing color of nature, each taste of its fragrance, that comes from the aroma of nature's products, gourmet commented on this dish for the world's best dishes, gourmet praised the dish's peculiarities, followed by tasting the products of nature so fascinating to people.
Twenty-seven: the mind to roam: the breeze brush the sleeve over, the string sound caress the piano born. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, away from the world's pomp and circumstance, a pure land of the soul is found there - flat as a mirror of the water surface where the retreat, handsome and beautiful mountain peaks where rest, quiet jungle where suck, high-flying birds where to roam, blue skies fondly hold the white clouds looking at the harmonious earth. Harmonious pleasant serenity of the moving deep feelings, long time to recall.
Twenty-eight: Zhenwu intersection, People's Park, etc., high lights like the yellow sun, illuminating everything on the ground. Roads are flat and wide; flowers and plants are crowded and smiling; people are 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 with the feeling of life and beauty, **** enjoy the peaceful and bright days.
Twenty-nine: Nature is a magical magician, making everything in the world colorful. Each season is very beautiful, but Miss Spring has the most colors. This is all given by nature. Nature gives spring many things. It is the nature of the withered bark sprinkled with red, white and green and other different colors; it is the nature of the hillside decorated with colorful; it is the nature of the forest concerto on the music; it is the nature of the flowers to wear beautiful bright clothes, sprayed on the fragrance, so that they all fight for beauty, so beautiful. I worship the colorful nature!
Thirty: Let's throw ourselves into the embrace of the mountains! From a distance, the mountain is not high, but when you come to the foot of the mountain, look up, then realize how majestic and powerful the mountain is. Mountains are like giants, let the wind and thunder sun and rain, always so steadfastly upright. How admirable is their spirit!
Thirty-one: Go to nature, go to the green field, enjoy its unique style. There is not the danger of the mountains, but there is the vastness of the thick field; there is not the surge of the sea, but there is the elegance of the brook, although there is no outside world, but there is the calmness that you are looking forward to. There, you are able to appreciate the blue sky's attempt, the white cloud's floating; the grass's green; the fruit and vegetable's fragrance, the butterfly's ana, the bee's hard work ......
XXII: Go to the nature, go to the green field, and enjoy its unique elegance. There is no high mountains there, but there is the vastness of the thick field; although there is no raging of the sea, but there is the elegance of the brook, although there is no outside world of lively, but there is the calm that you are looking forward to. There, you are able to appreciate the blue sky's attempt, the white cloud's drift; the grass's green; the fruit and vegetable's fragrance, the butterfly's ana, the bee's hard work ......
Thirty-three: Idle listening to the rain beating banana's ethereal; listen to the rain beating banana's ancient; listen to the rain beating banana's murmur, savor, the heart and soul are all quiet. Idle look at the rain hit plantain, such as smoke rain, entangled plantain, full of eyes are delicate green, as if to drop like rain drops. 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 intoxicated, haunting.
Thirty-four: Nearby, the bright green leaves in the tea garden spread all over the heart. A tea tree like neat soldiers in formation, valiant demeanor into the field of vision; in the distance, terraces in layers spread, nature's ghostly hand, only such a masterpiece, only to organize the beautiful idyllic scenery. Luo Guanzhong of the Ming Dynasty said in his poem, "The green hills do not age, and the green water lasts forever." Perhaps for this reason, there are some fields with water that still shine brightly, like a mirror that reveals a meeting light. The distant mountains and village houses are clearly visible. A few cows in the field "moo moo moo ......" bellowing, with the wind, vaguely audible; some sheep shaking their heads, eating grass, but also in the "baa baa ... ... ..." shouted, all this, showing a deep tone, into the deep style.
Thirty-five: the spring in the stream trickling, as a sent full of sadness of the mountain song ditty, gently sung between the mountains. The brook clattered and laughed. The light of the sky and the shadow of the clouds were instantly broken in a dreamy way where the yellowish grass stems met the water.
36: A golden yellow plant, but it doesn't seem to be rapeseed, from a distance, radiating a golden yellow light, a gust of wind blowing, like layers of waves, rising and falling, a perfect scene.
XXVII: A small river curved through the woods into the distance. The river was crystal clear, and the mirror-like water sparkled with a little silver light under the sunlight. The fish in the water swam around happily. The small crabs in the water waved their big pincers and crawled around between the cracks of the stones, looking personalized and majestic.
Thirty-eight: I just entered the park, far from being able to see a lot of golden yellow ginkgo tree leaves, overlapping crowded together, as if a few yellow butterflies crowded together to warm each other. Nearby is a cluster of beautiful chrysanthemums, red like a passionate flame, white than the swan's feathers, orange like the sky's haze. One by one, a cluster of colorful, beautiful. Into the chrysanthemums, a burst of fresh chrysanthemum aroma, gently breathing, so that I am refreshed.
Thirty-nine: I love the scenery of nature, love the blue sky and the sea, love the dreamlike mountains and flowing water stunning mood picture, but also love Hainan Coconut Island, that rows of towering, tall and beautiful evergreen trees, in this piece of green idyll, nature's unique scenery. I love to quietly listen to the stream, the water is cold, birds chirping. There are also the chickens and dogs of the nearby villages. It's a noisy place!
Forty: flow through the bamboo building between the river quietly flowing, beat the bamboo building thousands of years of dreams. Walled village a quiet, deep in the bamboo forest, the Dai girls picking water walk through, long tube skirt, with the body of the Ana swing. The Dai girls are the sirens of water, and water is the soul of the Dai family. Bamboo building accompanied by water, the sound of tinkling springs, adding a leisurely, a kind of elegance, a calm, not to mention the water there, there are bamboo buildings accompanied. Natural harmony, rustic and beautiful bamboo buildings, inherited the tenderness of the water, the spring of eternity!
Forty-one: Standing on the ridge, see the whole village is immersed in smoke and rain. A layer of smoke covered the fields above, misty, as if a large rendering of the ink painting. The houses in the countryside were hidden in the trees, and many of them were covered by the trees, leaving only a roof exposed. Next to the trees was a layer of water mist, adding a touch of wonderland to the village. Above the trees and roofs is a cloud-covered sky as a backdrop, a gray sky without a hint of color, shrouding the whole world in the smoky rain, making the village seem even more serene.
Forty-two: open the window, the falling rain sprinkled silently on my face, feel gentle lubrication, like applying a thin layer of gold beads cream, moisturizing my skin, soothing still; the breeze gently brushed my face, like a lover's nostrils blowing on my face, with a faint fragrance, feel the personality of the fresh.
Forty-three: reflecting the withered yellow of the decaying grass. There are impatient steps warmly welcome forward, stepped sheepish sound in the wet glowing land resounded, a poet chanted "like the death of a tear?"
Forty-four: Walking to the countryside on the path, with the footprints of the shepherd, breathing fresh air in the fields, watching the flora fly, walking to the countryside, looking at the scattered houses, in the countryside, smell the aroma of the soil, listen to the frogs, listen to the gurgling of the water.
45: Looking into the distance, the mountains are rolling and lush. At the foot of the mountain, a row of upright green pine trees is like a soldier holding a steel gun to defend our motherland. Nearby is a dense forest, trees and leaves, like a green umbrella. Between the forest, the green grass is full of colorful wildflowers, like a colorful carpet to the earth. In the flowers, hard-working bees "buzzing" singing in the honey. The first time I saw a bunny rabbit running through the grass, I saw it jumping and jumping and jumping.
Forty-six: The night of nature, it seems wonderful, quiet, but there are countless nature spirits in the whispering; the night of nature, and as if it is a big machine, it seems to be quiet and vivid, but there are countless nature workers in the dance, singing.
Forty-seven: The sun is gradually setting in the west, and the sea, which is flat as a mirror, looks extraordinarily caressing under the light sprinkling of the setting sun. I walk alone on the coastline, watching the distant boat sailing into the reflection of the setting sun, listening to the naughty sea water lapping at the beach when the moment of the wonderful music. Facing the sea standing still, let the setting sun on the face, slowly close your eyes, let nature infiltrate the body and mind, open your arms, deep breath. The light freshness of the light relief, drive away the light worry, the mind is sublimated and purified. The heart of that side of the pure land to be nourished, the essence of nature to be released. The good mood comes with it.
Forty-eight: look up, but see the two mountains stand, in the middle of a deep canyon stretched out in front of me, winding, stretching away, abrupt stones everywhere, a small stream flowing happily between the cracks in the stone, breaking the silence of the valley.
Forty-nine: The wisdom of nature is in no way inferior to that of man. Flowers have no way to walk, but its fragrance and beauty attracted butterflies and bees trekking. When the bees and butterflies take away their "spoils of war", that full of pollen will be able to spread the flower's offspring all over the earth. The tree is not able to move, but its fruit people can not help but pick to taste, when we throw the useless core on the ground, the seeds of the fruit tree is so rooted in the earth.
Fifty: In the picturesque nature, you will dissolve the whole body and mind of the self into it, and listen to the voice of nature with your heart, that is the melodious reverberation, that is the melodious melody, that is the nature for us human beings to compose a new piece of music.
Fifty-one: a section of the roadside, groundnut leaves are densely extended arms and legs, angular leaves quite interesting, crisscrossing the long vine growth of dense leaves, clusters crowded together, vibrant. Green in the expansion, the eye can not help but a burst of comfort, in marveling at the magic of nature's plants and wonderful, but also thanks to the sun's selfless gift.
Fifty-two: a canyon called "Dragon" is so in our feet in order to unfold, walking in the canyon, as if on the lookout for a full of myths and mysteries of nature riddles riddle.
Fifty-three: Willow on the embankment, put on a green suit, washed and moisturized by the gentle rain, the more sweet and soft tender green will be from the lush green. In the dust washed away, I can see is in the bright sunshine under the deep hidden quiet, warm wind charming flick, dancing with the young green waist posture. At the moment what I see is the tip of the drooping willow leaves holding teardrops of raindrops, a gentle breeze, raindrops rustling down.
fifty-four: look up, after the rain, the green hills, flowers and trees such as washing, everything is fresh, green, green, green flow straight in the heart, the air mixed with the smell of moisture and soil and grass mixed odor, come to the face, fresh and hot and humid airflow swiftly into the body of the people. Under the feet, the traces of the rain washed away jumped out at me, the dirt ground, wet and soft.
Fifty-five: a turn, a tall and straight tree into my eyes, its thick branches and trunks how strong and powerful; its dense foliage still retains the colors of spring, a yellow and a green with the ginkgo tree previously seen to form a sharp comparison. The magic of nature's paintbrush really makes me admire it
Fifty-six: If nature is a painting, then even the best pen and ink can not depict the splendor of it can be seen everywhere. If nature is a poem, then even the most beautiful words can't describe the pleasure it brings me. If nature is a song, then it will awaken the pleasure deposited in my heart.
Fifty-seven: I love nature, especially love the nature of the wind, it is the soul of nature. The wind brings nature to the spirit of real flexing, so that nature has the vitality. I am intoxicated by the wind, intoxicated by the wind of the virtual strength of the quiet, intoxicated by the wind of the slow just soft. I really want to dip a natural color to write an ode to the wind.
Fifty-eight: Xiaolongxia, located in Shaanxi County, store in the township, where high forests, lush vegetation. Mountain stream cliffs and clear water. This mountain granite marble structure mostly, in the stream under the reflection, jagged rocks, sparkling waves, reflecting each other. The township is located in the southeastern part of Shanxian County, belonging to the Qinling Mountain System, Banshan Mountain foothills, overlapping mountains, gullies and ravines.
Fifty-nine: After climbing over a distance, a piece of rolling mountain range into the eyes, the mountains are shrouded in mist, seemingly mysterious and beautiful. Another small break, the scenery in the eyes of a big change. Look at the mountain, the fog has gradually receded, a mountain shaped like the word "mountain", clear and true to the present moment, at this time we feel closer to the distance between us and nature, have to sigh of nature's ghostly axe of the creation of God, everything is natural, everything is the true beauty of the natural presentation.
Sixty: the normal association between man and nature should be appreciated and protected, the appreciation of nature, in fact, is the harmony of man and nature, appreciate the nature of the mountains and rivers, the ghosts and wonders; appreciate the four seasons of the wind, flowers and snow; appreciate the birds flying blue sky, fish diving bottom of the race of nature. People will be the earth compared to the mother, human survival in the mother's embrace, reflecting the true harmony.