I don't love to go out and play in the mountains, I don't love to travel, I just like to stay in a small world, a place that doesn't need to be too big, it's enough. So, this summer vacation, I stayed at my cousin's house, that mountainous and beautiful place, full of heavenly music and a sea of green.
I often went out with my cousin, walking together on the shady roads as if wandering through a beautiful landscape painting.
The morning dew, the village everywhere indistinct, shrouded in a layer of light veil, as if a shy girl on a thin veil, let a person feel sacred and inviolable, clad in a coat of clear, the heart Department of an obsession, a drop of rounded dew like a young girl's crystal clear eyes, silently gazing at that rising sunrise, silently moisturize the earth, the pure and transparent kiss to the
Soon, the brisk wind blew away the mist, the ear is the sound of the babbling brook, we came to the brook, looking at the running water impact on the stone, is so clear, pebbles grain countable, small fish in the water swim around happily. We reached out and cupped a handful of water to wash our faces, it was cool and refreshing. Another beautiful landscape.
We came to a piece of lotus pond, the pool of lotus flowers, some of them are standing, some cranes, some budding, some are hiding under the lotus leaves and play hide-and-seek with us, the water flowed with a faint blue light.
To the hill behind the village, only to see the green trees and vines, grass and flowers, a vibrant scene. The bees woke up from their sleep and started their day's work. Butterflies also began to spread their wings and dance on the flowers and grass. In the ear are cicadas chirping and birds chirping, sparrows and cuckoos jumping on the trees, free and carefree.
Unconsciously, we came to a bamboo mountain. Here is the world of bamboo, bamboo sea, can not help but remind me of Zheng Banqiao's bamboo stone, "bite the green mountain not let go, the original root in the broken rock. A thousand grinding ten thousand strikes is still strong, let the east and west, south and north winds." Into the bamboo sea, the fog wafting, as if in the green clouds. Those thick bamboo, tall and straight, straight into the sky. The dense . Green branches and green leaves, covering the sky. When the breeze whisked by, listen to the ear, as if it is a piece of heavenly music, the soothing rhythm, the majestic timbre, that is the wind blowing through the bamboo sea of bamboo waves, so that we are intoxicated floating up.
In the afternoon, there was a light rain, falling on the face, itchy, cool. At this moment, the bamboo shoots poked out a small head, curiously looking at the turquoise world. "Not out of the ground when the first section, to the clouds at the total false heart." Whenever I see bamboo shoots, I can't help but think of these two lines of poetry. Bamboo branches swaying, bamboo leaves, when the sun again show except smile face, dappled sprinkled in the bamboo forest, like a jumping spirit.
Wandering around this dreamy place and enjoying it is undoubtedly the best thing ever.
Junior high school prose article 2: mountain brightThe mountains are tall, looking at the tall mountains and tall trees, you will know how high the sky is; listening to the magnificent sound of the leaves, the crisp sound of the birds, you will know how high the clouds are; feeling the sunlight in the cracks of the trees, you will know how high the sun is - all on the tops of the mountains, in the tops of the trees. Because it is tall, the mountain is clear.
The water is soft. That town in a few twists and turns of the stream, slowly appreciate the same soft places; that spring rain a silk, softly dyed wet face; dewdrops one by one, snuggled in the tip of the grass, long unwilling to fall - is the softness of the water, the beauty of the water. Because of the soft beauty, so the water show.
Water is lively. The rapids in the creek, the whirlpool in the river, is how anxious children ah; microscope under the molecules, and how naughty each other chasing and playing the little baby. Is that clattering sound the music of an orchestra or the rattle of laughter? But is the elf hiding in it? Water show, because the elves, because lively.
The mountains are stable. The moss-covered stones, the tall trees, and even this mountain, how many years have not walked half a step; microscope can not be seen in front of your figure. Steady as you are, but you are thinking about what to do for the best? Shan Ming, for thinking, for being steady.
The mountain is lonely. So he changed from time to time dazzling costumes; that change from night to night, season to season, but also just to attract the love of beauty you to go with him as a companion. There is solitude, so the mountain is bright.
The water is sad, sad because of homesickness. This traveler, a moment of children do not stop hurrying, do not change to the dusty blue coat. Because this stop, can want to run back to their hometown. There is sadness, so the water show.
When the lonely mountain into the lively water, created those round elves at the bottom of the river. In order to keep the lively water, they will show all the colorful costumes, but became a clown, what color, but not wearing a full. They are called "rainbows". There is water (rain) and mountains (flowers), so the water is beautiful and the mountains are bright.
When the sad water flows into the stable mountain, the water of this poor child's sadness also evoked the sadness of the mountain, so their hearts broke together; water buried his head into the ground, but the mountain put the pieces of the heart of the pieces of good. So there is a confusing and complex cave, there are a thousand stalagmites, there is a hole in the sudden spring. There are mountains and water, so the mountains are clear.
When the tall mountains and soft water intertwined, the tall mountains shelter the soft water, so there is a clear pool, there is a pond; soft water moisturizes the tall mountains, so there are flowers and grasses, there are green trees; so the mountains and water between the Eden, there is a peach edge. There is Eden, there is Peach Edge, so the mountains are clear.
There are mountains, mountain Ming; there is water, water show; there are mountains and water, so mountain Ming, so water show mountain Ming.
Middle School Essay Part III: Walking Cheng Lake
Summer nights are always very boring, pressure people can not breathe, to Cheng Lake to take a break!
A leisurely stroll to the Chenghu Lake Square, the heart does not feel a burst of cool and refreshing. The air filtered by the water, seeped into my lungs, once again awakened the brain that has been sleeping for a long time. Slowly beating blood vessels greedily absorbing fresh oxygen, beating blood joyfully scurrying around, to the body of every inch of skin, every bone, every nerve to convey the voice of life.
The eye naturally cast to the distance, a magnificent water dragon is rising up in the air, the rotating body driven up a dragon scroll, in the neon light under the illumination of the rainbow radiated colorful light, dazzling. Rising to the top, as if a thunderbolt was cast into the water, the whole body of the water dragon collapsed, a tiny thread of water woven into a huge curtain of water, whisking toward the people overwhelmingly. "Whew," as if it was a gift brought by the Spirit of Wind and the Spirit of Water, the moment one was penetrated by the curtain of water, the body felt as if it had arrived in the cozy world of spring, one felt as if even the heart had blossomed! The soaked soul became light and airy, flying freely in the sky. I was giddy for a moment, so it felt so good to be an angel.
Set in the ground on the smooth pebbles as if they also have life, wearing a gorgeous dress, opened the summer party. Changing and shimmering, the pebbles were like little urchins, laughing, running and jumping, making a comfortable massage for my feet. I can not help but dance to their rhythm, like a light nightingale, free to soar, happy to sing.
Unconsciously have been in the bamboo forest, green bamboo in the twilight coloring, to the bright moon as a paper, the night as a pen, with a clear bamboo shadow constructed a very rich Chinese flavor of the "ink bamboo map". A pole of bamboo seems to be a pure young girl, hidden on this stage, as if it were.
It was as if I had traveled through time and space to the ancient times, and without realizing it, I had already appreciated the classical beauty of Chinese tradition.
Sit on the boat to enjoy the scenery, in front of a different flavor. The lake and the shore of a seemingly broken like a small island, as if a huge turtle floating out of the water, towering turtle shell edge, rows of willow trees in the wind beckon to me, swinging willow as if it is smooth hair, whisking through the water, a vivid "girl wash comb picture" was presented in front of my eyes. The island's various amusement facilities are full of children playing, the sound of laughter echoed in the air, the air also seems to be infected, "cackle, cackle, cackle" laughed, the whole lake seems to be overflowing with a festive atmosphere.
The boat rippled with the microwave, I feel my heart also melted into this Jiangnan water town in the middle of the ......