Walking into the gate of E68A 84E799 BEE5BaA6E997AEE7ad943133333339 Park, the first thing you see is the dead leaves all over the ground, the tall French phoenix tree, which has lost its former elegant demeanor of shady leaves, revealing a bit of sadness and thinness, reminding people of the old man who is faltering. From time to time, the yellow leaves falling on the trees circled with the wind, "falling from the sky" and scattered on lawns, ponds and paths, giving the beautiful scenery a mottled color.
In the garden, the open lawn is covered with shallow grass and full of autumn, which is like a golden carpet in the morning light. Surrounded by tall and straight cedars and lush green leaves, people feel infinite vitality.
Walking on the path, there are flower beds full of flowers everywhere, and the scenery is gratifying. Strings of red are like burning flames, competing to open; White chrysanthemums are like exquisite handicrafts carved from ivory. Flowers are huge, pure and beautiful, embedded in a string of red, red and white, which set each other off. Really beautiful!
When I walked to the edge of the lotus pond, I was attracted by the pattern of fallen leaves in the pond. Yellow leaves of different shades float and sink in the pond, some float on the water alone, like a boat in a lake, and some three or five pieces get together, and when they are blown away by the wind, they are separated and combined, and fuzzy images of dogs, cats, tall buildings and mountains appear in front of people. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the pond rippled. They ran to the other side of the pond together, nothing like it. Only the fallen leaves nestled in the corner of the pool keep a fixed shape no matter how the wind blows.
We walked out of the garden gate beside the old man who walked into the garden for morning exercise, and at this time, the bright autumn day has hung around us.
2. Write a travel note by changing the scenery. Travel notes of yucangshan.
The front is a vast and desolate mountain, with cars crawling on the foothills and lush trees on both sides, and a 10-meter-wide uphill road is strictly protected in the middle. Maybe it's the first time to walk this mountain road. Unfamiliar roads always make people feel particularly tortuous and long. However, there will be unexpected surprises. Those twists and turns often give us a false alarm. From time to time, one or two houses with red bricks and tiles pass by us, and there must be some green bamboo bushes next to them. The car passed like the wind, and those bamboo leaves crackled on the window, and they were not lonely all the way. Yucangshan is located at the junction of Zhejiang and Fujian, more than 900 meters above sea level. You can see the sunrise, the sea of clouds and the strange stones, and it is known as the world's "Jade Cang San Jue". The car traveled between the mountains and valleys for more than two hours. As we approached, it began to rain. The top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds, and the beautiful scenery of Yucang Mountain is tightly covered. Turning the last corner, we can vaguely see the red glazed tile roof of Yuhua Villa where we are staying. The villa is surrounded by mountains and waters. European villas are exquisite and elegant, scattered on the rugged hillside, and the scale seems to be quite large. When we got off the bus, fresh air came to our faces. The air is moist and abundant, just like countless transparent water drops. We open our mouths and suck greedily, and then feel that every pore of our bodies can be filled with sweetness. It didn't rain much, but it was foggy. Fog, vision is only 50 meters. The fog surged around and hung on the surrounding pine trees. The treetops were foggy and the pine needles were green. Walking on the flat path in the pine forest makes people feel like floating in the clouds. One of the wonders of Yucang Mountain is that there are many lakes on it. It is said that there are as many as 18 lakes. These lakes are scattered among the mountains, crystal clear all year round and not dry in midsummer. Even more amazing, there are fish activities in the lake. But in this weather, we can't explore in seclusion. We can only listen to this as a legend, hoping to quench our thirst. Fortunately, there is an artificial lake below the villa, and a dam is built at an altitude of 800 meters to store water, which can be said to be a veritable "high gorge out of Pinghu". The lake is wide, and the villas embrace each other gently along the mountain. Looking around, the lake is misty and I don't know where the shore is. A small pier was built by the lake and extended into the lake. A boat was tied to the dock, and a man at the end of the dock vaguely watched Ling Bo fishing. Touching the wet railing on the shore, I envy the fisherman's happiness a little. At this time, melodious bells floated on the mountain, probably the night shift of Fayun Temple, a thousand-year-old temple in Yucang Mountain. The bell was dull and quivered in the echo of the valley. Let's think about it, the Tianhu Lake in Yun Shenchu should be so beautiful now, with uninhabited canyons and picturesque scenery reflected at the bottom of the lake. How gorgeous and lonely it will be. Unexpectedly, the fisherman was a young man. With a carefree look on his face, he simply put down his fishing rod and chatted with me when he approached. I claim to be a family in the mountains and drive a taxi. Today, I took my guests to Yuhua Mountain Villa, borrowed a set of fishing tackle to catch some fish, and went back to eat rare teeth at night. "The fish in this mountain is delicious." The young man's salivating face made me laugh. Seeing that I was in high spirits, he offered to take me for a walk in the mountains, as long as I paid a little gas money. Seeing his sly face, he quickly packed his fishing tackle and spared no business. I seem to see the unique shrewdness of the mountain people. In the evening, the temple was quiet and empty, and there was no incense fireworks, only the Vatican incense was left in the air. Several old people sat around chatting and couldn't tell who the monk was. The young man sat among them with tea. Living in the mountains may often be such a scene, so monotonous, away from the noise of the world, who was born in where, who joined the WTO, can not say. In these slow years of hundreds of years, we should invite some naughty fox spirits in Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio to say a few words to them after dinner. The weather on the mountain is really unpredictable. On the way back, it rained heavily. At night, one after another, with the thunder of lightning, the electricity stopped. In the dark, everyone gathered in the living room in horror. Under the flickering candlelight, listening to the noisy rain outside the window, lightning split down and lit up half the sky. Thunder is like a hammer, and the mountains shake. This is a mountain with an altitude of nearly 900 meters, which means it is 900 meters from the sky. We all fought involuntarily in the lightning like snakes. I suddenly think of the old people in the ancient temple, and I wonder if they will feel at ease as usual tonight. The next morning, I got up and opened the curtains, only to find that Yucang Mountain, which had experienced a night of wind and rain, was so beautiful: under the blue sky, the sun was shining and the jagged hills were covered with stones with different expressions. Last night's thunderstorm and yesterday's misty rain seemed like a dream that had already turned into dust.
3. Travel composition 400 words (by changing scenery) My mother woke me up early this morning and said that she would go to Phoenix Mountain to play.
I jumped three feet high happily, put on my clothes three times, five times and two times, and then called my sister, brother and sister. This is as exciting as a bird just released from its cage. We came to Phoenix Mountain and walked up the winding stone steps. We saw many things along the way.
The scenery there is so beautiful, the trees are lush and fresh and pleasant. The water is crystal clear and cool. There are inch-long fish playing among the weeds and snails crawling.
When we go to Phoenix Mountain, our favorite thing is not to travel and enjoy the scenery, but to catch fish and crabs barefoot ... We take off our shoes and tools, and then turn over rocks to find crabs. Catching crabs is a technical job. First of all, see if there are any small bubbles bubbling under the pebbles in the river that can see the bottom. If there is, it means there is something fishy here.
Slip past, gently open the stone, if there is a crab, press it on its shell with your index finger to keep it still, then put your thumb under its stomach and squeeze it with your fingers to catch it. However, we searched for a long time, but we didn't see a crab.
While looking for it, I repeatedly scolded: "This damn crab, you won't come out when I tell you to. You shouldn't have come out, but you did. " Suddenly, a stone moved and moved again ... I moved the stone away and saw a big crab, so I called my little friend and arrested the big crab.
Then, we caught another one, two, three ... We had a good time today. I'm glad you came.
4. Write a 400-word composition by changing scenery. One Sunday morning, the golden breeze was refreshing and the bustling city was still immersed in the quiet dawn. My family and I went for a walk in the nearby Fuxing Park.
Walking into the gate of E68A 84E799 BEE5BaA6E997AEE7ad943133333339 Park, the first thing you see is the dead leaves all over the ground, the tall French phoenix tree, which has lost its former elegant demeanor of shady leaves, revealing a bit of sadness and thinness, reminding people of the old man who is faltering. From time to time, the yellow leaves falling on the trees circled with the wind, "falling from the sky" and scattered on lawns, ponds and paths, giving the beautiful scenery a mottled color.
In the garden, the open lawn is covered with shallow grass and full of autumn, which is like a golden carpet in the morning light. Surrounded by tall and straight cedars and lush green leaves, people feel infinite vitality.
Walking on the path, there are flower beds full of flowers everywhere, and the scenery is gratifying. Strings of red are like burning flames, competing to open; White chrysanthemums are like exquisite handicrafts carved from ivory. Flowers are huge, pure and beautiful, embedded in a string of red, red and white, which set each other off. Really beautiful! When I walked to the edge of the lotus pond, I was attracted by the pattern of fallen leaves in the pond. Yellow leaves of different shades float and sink in the pond, some float on the water alone, like a boat in a lake, and some three or five pieces get together, and when they are blown away by the wind, they are separated and combined, and fuzzy images of dogs, cats, tall buildings and mountains appear in front of people.
A gust of autumn wind blew, and the pond rippled. They ran to the other side of the pond together, nothing like it. Only the fallen leaves nestled in the corner of the pool keep a fixed shape no matter how the wind blows.
We walked out of the garden gate beside the old man who walked into the garden for morning exercise, and at this time, the bright autumn day has hung around us.
5. Write a composition of 100 words by changing the scene. The scene change method is generally suitable for travel notes or interviews. When people describe the scenery, with the change of observation points, they constantly change the scenery and show new pictures. When describing a scene by changing the scene, we must first explain the transformation of observation points clearly. In this way, readers can clearly know the route of sightseeing or visiting. Secondly, we should show the scenery we see during or after walking, so that readers can see colorful and vivid pictures. When describing scenery by changing scenes, we should pay attention to showing different pictures around a center to avoid the feeling of fragmentation. Secondly, the most distinctive scenery along the way should be carefully cut and described, and the general description should be deleted to avoid running accounts.
The method of changing scenery on foot is to describe different scenery in turn while walking without fixing the foothold and observation point. Wu, a contemporary writer, literary critic and aesthetician, uses this structure to describe the beauty of Alishan. Its main manifestations are as follows: (1) Explain clearly the destination: Taipei-Chiayi-taking the train into the mountain-Alishan-Shenmu-forest area-winding path leading to a secluded place-seeing Shenmu-downhill. (2) When entering the mountain, grasp the characteristics of the deep forest to write: the virgin forest is boundless-clear pool water-quiet forest area-moss trees in the mountain-endless forest-Shenmu after great creation. In this way, the author takes his own whereabouts as a clue to show the characteristics of various scenery in different times, so that readers can feel a dynamic beauty and overall beauty.
When using the scene change method, you should pay attention to the following points:
(1) Trace clues are consistent and clear. Because the wandering masters are mostly the authors themselves, it is generally more appropriate to use the first person. In this way, the article will be written with "I" as the clue, and it will not be chaotic.
(2) The change of foothold must be made clear. Walking and changing scenery must be consistent, and you must never go beyond your own foothold to describe the scenery. In other words, as the protagonist "moves" and constantly changes his foothold, what kind of "observation object" he should have.
(3) both form and spirit. Form refers to the external appearance; The essential characteristics of divine reference. When describing, it requires both "likeness" and "spirit" without "form". It is necessary to have both form and spirit, focusing on "spirit" and highlighting the uniqueness of the described object as much as possible. Therefore, "Changing Scenes" is by no means a naturalistic wandering landscape, and the author's unique feelings must be written.
4 thickness should be combined. Rough outline and detailed description should be dialectically unified, so that people can not only have a rough outline impression of the described object, but also realize the details of the scene in detail, so as to have a more comprehensive understanding of the described object.
⑤ Real writing and imaginary writing should be combined dialectically. It is a general requirement to describe the reality and the reality. "Changing scenery" should be based on reality and combined with reality, so that readers can not only see the entity, but also mobilize subjective association and imagination.
[Example Appreciation]
Autumn morning mist
Nan Zhao
Autumn morning fog is like a colorful box, full of fog, giving people a mysterious feeling.
Looking eastward, the sky is reddish, like a smooth and soft silk. And the sun, like a shy little girl, pulled up her beautiful curtains, probably dressing up! Looking up, the sky is reddish with a little yellow. Looking to the west, the sky is blue and gray. These colors form a colorful "air quilt", covering the whole earth.
I am walking on a country road, and there is a fog belt in front of me. Suddenly, the fog band disappeared. I scratched around with my hand, but I caught nothing. It turned out that I was standing in the fog belt, and of course I couldn't see or catch it. I walked into the edamame field and my shoes and pants were wet. The fog balls on the leaves of edamame rolled slowly. The grass gently leans on my feet, as if making out with me. I put my hand on the dew, and the dew turned into small drops and spread in all directions. Unconsciously, I came to a new village. Looking south, the tall buildings in the past can only see vague outlines today, and the trees in the past can only see some shadows today. The early bird is chirping, as if singing this charming morning, and as if calling people out to see this charming morning scene.
Through the new village, I took to the expressway. People in the street are walking through the fog, their hair is wet, as if they had just come out of the bathhouse. The tractor braved white smoke and drove slowly; The horn of the car "beep" urges people to move forward, and the headlights of the motorcycle form a straight light in the fog; The bicycle slowly "Rinrin". It is these voices that play the "morning song in the fog".
Fog, like an ivory veil, separates me from others. I looked at the white fog around me and felt like swimming in a sea of clouds. How poetic! If I were a poet, I would regard it as a poem; If I were a scientist, I would take the fog home for people to enjoy. If I were an engineer, I would build an indoor swimming pool in foggy weather. ...
The intoxicating and daydreaming fog, I really want to hold you in my arms forever!
Comments:
This is a poem, sung in the magical autumn morning fog; This is another painting, which outlines the beautiful scenery in the autumn morning fog in the countryside, fascinating and intoxicating.
The full text adopts the method of "changing scenery", constantly changing observation points and observing things from different angles, so that the scenery is displayed in front of readers and readers have the feeling of being there.
Observing from the original place, the article feels that the sky in the morning fog is like a "quilt"; Walking along the country road, I also enjoyed the charming morning light; Various stereos in the street form "morning songs" ... giving people a fresh and mysterious feeling.
6. Write a composition by changing the scenery. In the early morning, the fog is still misty, and the birds on the branches stretch out their small and exquisite heads and look into the distance. A cold wind blew, which scared the birds to tilt their heads and blew off the golden leaves on the tree. It seems that the wind is the most terrible thing in everyone's heart.
I walked in the street and quietly came to the tree. This is a French phoenix tree. It is tall and straight, like a handsome soldier, watching. When winter comes, its leaves should fall. They fell lightly, as if they were finally going to say goodbye to the tree. The fallen leaves are still so beautiful, but because of the change of time bit by bit, they are wrinkled at once, dried and broken when touched slowly.
Keep walking, and then I came to the park, which is still as beautiful as before. A little further, you can see the whole park clearly and have a panoramic view. Birds are singing in the park, ants are busy looking for food, and people are playing. The weeds in the park have also been cleared, and the Euonymus fortunei beside it is still so green. Its green leaves have been maintained and still exude a faint fragrance.
Go on, come to the pond, and the small fish swim around in the water, afraid to surface again. They gather together for a while, and then disperse, as if they were dancing! Water plants are watching, people are watching, plants are watching, everything is watching, what are they watching? Beautiful things!
7. Write a composition by changing the scenery. I remember that year, my parents and I played in the park, and the scenery there was really beautiful! Green mountains and green waters, flowers, birds, fish and insects, all beautiful and harmonious, unforgettable.
As soon as I entered the gate, the first thing I saw was the five characters "Suifenhe Port". Further inside, there is a green land with several colorful flowers on it, and then a mirror-like lake.
There are many fish in the lake, red, white, black and flower-like ... goldfish, crucian carp and carp ... There are colorful pebbles at the bottom of the lake. Put your feet in the lake, ah ... cool.
There is a big head by the lake, and the red-crowned crane on the stone doesn't want to take off and go straight into the sky! "Crack crack" Dad took a picture of me next to the birdcage. There are many kinds of birds in that big birdcage. I can't name them! Birds are singing, so cute! Next to the birdcage, there is a big lake. The most notable places are the clear lake, the quiet lake and the bridge on the lake.
The lake is clear. Through the clear water, we can see the sand and stones at the bottom of the clear lake, the fish playing at the bottom of the clear lake, and the weedy "small algae" at the bottom of the clear lake. The lake is calm. I don't know whether this is a piece of glass or a blue lake.
As soon as the wind blows, the lake waves, and then we know it's a lake. The bridge on the lake is red. Although the red board on the bridge has been trampled off some colors, it still looks so good in my eyes.
Hey! Isn't that the Sino-Russian border over there? ! ! A China flag and a Russian flag are flying in the wind, which reminds me of revolutionary soldiers. They cast this flag with their blood, and they exchanged their lives for our happy life now.
8. I wrote a 300-word composition for a change of scenery. One Sunday morning, the golden breeze was refreshing, and the bustling metropolis was still immersed in the quiet dawn. My family and I went for a walk in the nearby Fuxing Park.
Walking into the gate of the park, the first thing that catches your eye is the dead leaves and the tall French phoenix tree, which have lost their former elegant demeanour of shady green leaves and are somewhat sad and thin, reminding people of the faltering old man. From time to time, the yellow leaves falling on the trees circled with the wind, "falling from the sky" and scattered on lawns, ponds and paths, giving the beautiful scenery a mottled color.
In the garden, the open lawn is covered with shallow grass, and the autumn colors are bright, like a golden carpet in the morning light. Surrounded by tall and straight cedars and lush green leaves, people feel infinite vitality.
Walking on the path, there are flower beds full of flowers everywhere, and the scenery is gratifying. Strings of red are like burning flames, competing to open; White chrysanthemums are like exquisite handicrafts carved from ivory. Flowers are huge, pure and beautiful, embedded in a string of red, red and white, which set each other off. Really beautiful! When I walked to the edge of the lotus pond, I was attracted by the pattern of fallen leaves in the pond. Yellow leaves of different shades float and sink in the pond, some float on the water alone, like a boat in a lake, and some three or five pieces get together, and when they are blown away by the wind, they are separated and combined, and fuzzy images of dogs, cats, tall buildings and mountains appear in front of people.
A gust of autumn wind blew, and the pond rippled. They ran to the other side of the pond together, nothing like it. Only the fallen leaves nestled in the corner of the pool keep a fixed shape no matter how the wind blows.
We walked out of the garden gate beside the old man who walked into the garden for morning exercise, and at this time, the bright autumn day has hung around us.
9. Write a landscape article by changing scenery. Please accept my question! ! ! When I woke up in the morning, I was lying in bed as usual, counting the times of the alarm clock and bouncing out of bed with a sprint close to my own time.
Then, I walked to the balcony at a lazy pace, still taking a deep breath habitually, trying to breathe everything new into my body. So as to wake up * * * .............................................................................................................................., the weather is a little cold, but the mood is warmer than ever, and there is no need to pledge eternal love. The feeling of flowing into your heart like a stream is enough to make a person intoxicated and intoxicated to smile.
This spring is as bright as the sun. You came gently, as cold as the wind blowing into the window, and brought me fantastic poems.
I am so surprised, I feel the eternal love between you and me; I am so happy that my troubles are shared; I cherish this unexpected graceful fate, because in Me Before You, I spent too much time making myself lonely; Because, in Me Before You, I passed too many people; Because, before meeting you, I wouldn't be so warm this spring. Holding my breath, I listened quietly, praying for your real heartbeat, waiting for the moment when the heart collided with the heart. With slight warmth and slight longing, my heart has been slowly opened and played a clear and unique voice, not heartbreaking, but rejoicing.
My calm heart is full of happiness that I have never had before. Spring has become so brilliant, and sunny days have drowned out the sadness of spring. It becomes clearer every day, as if happiness is just around the corner.
Thoughts gradually dispersed, and the bright mood has just begun, so it is within reach. Love is wandering in the imaginary space, so colorful and so warm. I really want to hold your hand and ask softly, did we meet so gently, or did we have an agreement in previous lives? I really want to look into your eyes and stare. Did we drink that wonderful Meng Po soup and forget all the sadness when we met so rashly? An experience, a flash of light, a memory, a sweetness, a smile, a calm smile, a quiet heart and a long distance.
I used to like forgetting, but now I seriously recall and look for it. Everyone is scattered all over the world. Looking at the deep night sky, this star collided with that star, and the light reflected the whole dark day. After bringing beautiful fantasies to many people, turning around is forever.
Let people remember that they can't breathe until they miss themselves. I'm afraid of excitement, but I'm afraid of loneliness.
I'm afraid everyone will leave me, and I'll be left alone in the end. Poplar trees on the roadside, after experiencing the wind and rain, sway slightly and rustle from time to time, as if telling passers-by their joy. Just as they were meditating on everything in front of them, there was a cheerful bird song in their ears, crisp, messy and euphemistic. I looked around eagerly to see what birds they were, but I couldn't find any trace of them. It was just the spring breeze, which gently brushed my face and heart. I miss the morning breeze blowing the curtains, and the silent shutters brought me all kinds of orchids and curds. The drizzle moistens my chapped lips sweetly, caresses my sleepy face, and whispers that it is a strange morning, the lingering charm of the rising fog, the first arrival of the white dew, and the path of the rain flower stone is as clean as Chen Ming. You should go to a secluded place to sing the wind and look for orchids.
But I don't want to go anywhere except miss you.
I began to hate everything except you.
Last night, the lights were dim, and I was secretly silhouetted on the windowsill, warmed by the cold moonlight. Just like that, I fell asleep silently.
Only insomniacs can understand the splendor of summer flowers and the quiet beauty of night, and only insomniacs can understand the soothing effect of misty purple fog and fiery red fire on your soul.
Maybe I am about to embark on a journey, follow your footsteps and find the destination of my soul.
But, honey, please tell me.
What can comfort a crying heart at this time? what else
Cloud? Is the cloud okay?
Can a person fall in love with clouds when he misses them? Can it comfort a crying heart? I don't know.
But when I set foot on the top of Gaogang, loneliness floated to the clouds with my thoughts.
Leaning against the pine tree, the rain weaves the curtains.
What else can give you my thoughts? I don't know whose voice touched the clouds. Will you listen silently? Will the lakes in the south of the Yangtze River ripple in circles? Will lotus petals hold lotus dew? Please your heart.
The autumn wind suddenly rises, and the pool is full of slim lotus leaves. As rich as frost, with a lotus flower that wants to say but is ashamed, it adds a tragic gloom. Tian Tian's skirt, like a jade carving, was taken away by the running water of time and taken to the unknown kingdom of heaven, leaving only beautiful memories in her dreams.
A tall poplar tree by the pool whispers in autumn. Leaves fell one by one, and some swirled in the air for a long time before they reluctantly fell to the ground.
It seems that I am reluctant to leave my mother, Dayangshu, who raised it. I often look back and say goodbye. Some fell from the upper branches and hung on the lower branches.
It was a sincere hug and persistent attachment. Autumn wind is ruthless, and autumn is silent.
After a shake, it was forced to leave the branch and slowly landed on the water. There is a thick layer of fallen leaves beside the pond. Suddenly, in a yellow layer, there is a dark green tender leaf, which is very bright.
Why is this leaf so young? Maybe it is the last blooming leaf of poplar. It hasn't finished the course of life, but it is still dreaming of youth. Unwilling, ruthless autumn wind, with unhurried steps, arrived as scheduled with a cold face and was forced to leave the branches like other leaves. They finally have to part, so they have no choice.
Who cares about a green leaf that hasn't grown up? Another autumn wind blew and the pond became noisy. The voice seemed to say, wait until next year. Oh! I saw that they were not depressed or sad. They were quietly brewing a brighter and better spring ... Wow-a burst of applause and the noise of children interrupted my meditation.
It turns out that the pond is not far.
10. Write a travel note with a composition by changing the scenery.
I remember that year, my parents and I played in the park, and the scenery there was really beautiful! Green mountains and green waters, flowers, birds, fish and insects, all beautiful and harmonious, unforgettable.
As soon as I entered the gate, the first thing I saw was the five characters "Suifenhe Port". Further inside, there is a green land with several colorful flowers on it, and then a mirror-like lake. There are many fish in the lake, red, white, black and flower-like ... goldfish, crucian carp and carp ... There are colorful pebbles at the bottom of the lake. Put your feet in the lake, ah ... cool. There is a big head by the lake, and the red-crowned crane on the stone doesn't want to take off and go straight into the sky!
"Crack crack" Dad took a picture of me next to the birdcage. There are many kinds of birds in that big birdcage. I can't name them! Birds are singing, so cute! Next to the birdcage, there is a big lake. The most notable places are the clear lake, the quiet lake and the bridge on the lake.
The lake is clear. Through the clear water, we can see the sand and stones at the bottom of the clear lake, the fish playing at the bottom of the clear lake, and the weedy "small algae" at the bottom of the clear lake. The lake is calm. I don't know whether this is a piece of glass or a blue lake. As soon as the wind blows, the lake waves, and then we know it's a lake. The bridge on the lake is red. Although the red board on the bridge has been trampled off some colors, it still looks so good in my eyes.
Hey! Isn't that the Sino-Russian border over there? ! ! A China flag and a Russian flag are flying in the wind, which reminds me of revolutionary soldiers. They cast this flag with blood, and they exchanged their lives for our happy life now!