Sentences describing hotels decorated in natural style

One: Outside is a weed in Huang Cancan, soaked by dew. I stepped on the yellow dew, and a beam of setting sun shone beside me and on the ground outside me.

Two: a golden plant, but it doesn't seem to be rape. From a distance, it exudes golden light, and a gust of wind blows, just like layers of waves. It's a perfect scene.

Three: Nature is like a song, an endless song. Every note has a beautiful melody, every syllable has a cheerful rhythm, and every segment is soft and comfortable. The song is natural without losing its texture, more like a fish swimming in the water, free and happy. This song bears the listener's carefree dream, and makes the listener feel the birds and flowers of nature, the colorful fragrance of nature and the thoughts of sinking into nature so desirable.

Go into nature and listen to nature with our purest hearts! Let your heart be close to nature, let your heart be calm, let your heart be baptized, and let your distant and beautiful dreams fly in the trip. Walking in nature will calm our hearts like water.

Five: The dark night hangs down, full of stars and dotted with endless gems. Stars, sparkling; Moon, be quiet. The stars give off colorful light, and the moon casts a Yin Hui. Bright and dazzling stars shine in the dark, but there is no lack of purity. Yin Hui, sown by the moon, pours into the clear lake. The lake glowed with a faint silver light, reflecting the jade plate in the sky. It looks elegant and fresh, but there is no lack of brilliance. This blue star and moon map of Konglang Lake is pure and elegant enough.

Six: The sky is blue, the canyon is quiet, the mountains are moist and glorious, the trees are shady, the flowers are blooming and the birds are singing. A kind of heat flow returning to nature hits my heart, and the feeling of hearty is beyond words and description. The stream is clear and bright, with a few dead leaves floating on it, swirling and still flowing forward happily. How can the water be so clear? Because there is running water from the source, holding a handful of sweet and clear water, a cool feeling seeps into the bottom of my heart, and a refreshing feeling arises spontaneously.

Seven: After climbing the hillside, the other side is no longer attractive citrus, but slender Chinese fir. They stood beautifully. Chinese fir stands freely under the boundless sky, and the breeze blows, as if singing softly to me, trying to be gentle. The sharp leaves have also become gentle and charming in my eyes, with a variety of customs.

Eight: When going downhill, the citrus trees on both sides of the road are lush, and the yellow fruits are covered with branches like lanterns. They are so heavy that they almost bend the back of the tree and stick out their little heads. "Where to find autumn dawn, the forest is dark green", a fascinating harvest scene, like an oil painting with heavy makeup, reveals intoxicating fragrance in front of your eyes. Many green citrus trees, the whole hillside is like a green Wang Yang, flashing in front of our eyes.

Not far away, a stream of fine water slowly flows down from the middle of the desert, forming a winding river. At first glance, it looks like a crescent spring. At that moment, everyone cheered and couldn't help taking off their shoes and stepping barefoot on the soft beach. Their feet are printed obliquely on the beach, and a comfortable and refreshing feeling fills the whole body.

Ten: In this vast and quiet natural realm, stretch your charming laughter, open your heart and accommodate this vast Yuan Ye; Appreciate their beauty with beautiful music and draw their perfect combination with dexterous hands. There, let your mind fly freely, let your heart soar in the sky, purify your mind in this dust-free environment, and let you fully integrate into this beautiful scenery. ...

Eleven: As soon as I turned around, a tall and straight tree came into my eyes, and its thick branches were so strong and powerful; Its dense leaves still retain the color of spring, and the yellow and green are in sharp contrast with the ginkgo trees I saw before. I really admire the magic of nature's magic pen.

Twelve: misty, the world is one color. Sri lankans are gone, and their graves are still there. However, seeing the lush grass and white fog floating among the trees on the mausoleum is like Kuafu's heroism when chasing the sun. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help sighing, meditating for a moment, and improvising a poem, saying, "Recalling the hero's trip to chase the sun in those days, the grass is green in front of the grave now, giving up his life for righteousness, and the peach forest will stay for a long time."

Thirteen: Only when the sea changes can you show your true colors as a hero. The Yellow River is thousands of miles away, surging and splashing, showing its true colors. The east of the Yellow River has passed away, and many things have flowed through ancient and modern times. History is also like this Yellow River. In this ancient land, how many famous historical "waves" have been rolled up. Dayu governs water, and three do not enter the government; The lips die and the teeth are cold, and the world will last forever; Laozi passed the customs, wrote a book and said that it will last forever; Sealed the letter, released the soldiers and closed Xiongguan. . . . . .

Fourteen: Looking out of the window, the rain as fine as a cow's hair and as small as a needle tip swayed with the wind, twisted her waist like a silk thread, danced all the way from the deep sky, and finally overlapped with the earth, pouring her tenderness, soaking the softness of the earth and emitting its fragrance.

Fifteen: Every day, the gloomy sky, vertical and thin rain lines beat against my window lattice. Like the pipa girl, Sandy's fingers plucked the strings and played intermittent sounds, such as jumping notes, strung together the May movement. Just like a cheerful light music, it washed away my ordinary heart and made my heart empty. Where is the dust?

Sixteen: Appreciating the beauty of nature, praising nature, and returning to nature make people feel simple and have a panoramic view of the scenery in their eyes. People appreciate the beauty of nature, at the same time, feel the wonderful beauty of nature and find the feeling of integration of heaven and earth.

Seventeen: nature is ever-changing, and she is as profound as a math problem that can never be solved; She is like an artist, elegantly dressing up everything in the world; Occasionally, she seems to be an eccentric person, sometimes gentle, sometimes gloomy, sometimes irritable. Nature has given us endless fun, and her charm is endless.

Eighteen: The beauty of the evening lit up in a ray of light. From a distance, it looks like a huge picture, with waves rippling on it and a group of bright colors shining. Source: www.binzz.com, please keep it.

Nineteen: In this vast and quiet natural realm, stretch your charming laughter and open your heart to accommodate this vast Yuan Ye; Appreciate their beauty with beautiful music and draw their perfect combination with dexterous hands. There, let your mind fly freely, let your heart soar in the sky, purify your mind in this dust-free environment, and let you fully integrate into this beautiful scenery. ...

Twenty: The endless mountains extend back to back to the horizon. The bayberry on the ridge is ripe and can be sour to the bone at a glance; The corn forest just after the autumn harvest stands upright on the black land, like drinking tea with the autumn wind and chatting by candlelight. On the hillside, at the roadside and at the end of the village, all kinds of exotic flowers and plants and trees are yellow and red, and pure yellow and red are like fire, which also burns people's hearts.

Twenty-one: As soon as you enter the park, you can see many golden ginkgo orchards in the distance, overlapping and crowded together, as if several yellow butterflies were crowded together to keep warm. Nearby are clusters of beautiful chrysanthemums, as red as a passionate flame, as white as a swan's feather, and as orange as the brilliance of the sky. One after another, one after another, competing for beauty and beauty. When I walked into the chrysanthemum, waves of fresh chrysanthemum fragrance came at me, and I breathed gently, which made me feel refreshed.

Twenty-two: Let's throw ourselves into the arms of the mountains! From a distance, the mountain is not high, but when you come to the foot of the mountain and look up, you will know how magnificent the mountain is. Mountains, like giants, will never stand, rain or shine. How admirable their spirit is!

Twenty-three: the ravine is actually very common and rustic, but it is precisely because the ravine is full of the fragrance of Sophora japonica, and a string of white and elegant Sophora japonica flowers sway with the wind, which fascinates our donkey friends, just like an unobtrusive mountain aunt who has been carefully dressed and has a unique charm.

Twenty-four: I am intoxicated in the spring breeze, soft and gentle. It adds vitality to spring and a harmonious and quiet beauty. I like the smell of spring in the wild. Close your eyes, if there is no wind blowing in my face, there is breath in my neck, mixed with the fragrance of flowers and earth. This is the smell of spring. I am chasing the spring breeze, playing with it and enjoying a kind of unrestrained happiness.

Twenty-five: Nature, I praise you. You let flowers decorate the earth, you let trees bring vitality, you let grass teach us to strive for self-improvement, and you brought human brothers and sisters-animals. You have generously brought us resources, created a living environment for us, and let us continue to evolve in adversity. Without you, there would be no human day.

Twenty-six: Nature is like a dish, full of colors and flavors. Every flavor has the flavor of nature, and every color has the color of nature. Every time you taste its fragrance, it comes from natural products. Gourmets commented that this dish is delicious on earth. Gourmets praise the strangeness of this dish, and then taste the products of nature so fascinating.

Twenty-seven: the wandering of the soul: the breeze blows the sleeves, and the strings touch the piano. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, away from the worldly glitz, I found a pure land of the soul-the mirror-flat water rested there, the beautiful and delicate peaks rested there, the quiet jungle sucked there, the birds roamed there, and the blue sky looked at this harmonious land with white clouds. Harmonious, pleasant, serene, touching and affectionate, with a long aftertaste.

Twenty-eight: Zhenwu intersection, People's Park, etc. The high lights are like the yellow sun, shining everything on the ground. The road is flat and wide; Flowers and plants crowded together and smiled; The crowd was beaming. The music of the square dance danced in the air, exciting the hearts of the past. Beautiful dance flies like a butterfly in the accompaniment. Flexible steps, light arms, close-fitting clothes and colorful colors reflect a moving scene in the eyes. People have comfortable smiles on their faces. In singing and under the light, people infect each other, feel the beauty of life and enjoy a peaceful and bright life. (Tu Lei's classic quotations)

Twenty-nine: Nature is a magical magician, making everything in the world colorful. Every season is beautiful, but the color of spring girl is the most. This is all given by nature. Nature has given spring many things. It is the dead bark of different colors such as red, white and green sprinkled by nature; It is nature that decorates the hillside with colorful colors; Nature set music for the forest concerto; It is nature who dresses flowers in beautiful and bright clothes and sprays them with rich fragrance, so that they all compete with each other. I worship colorful nature!

Thirty: Let's throw ourselves into the arms of the mountains! From a distance, the mountain is not high, but when you come to the foot of the mountain and look up, you will know how magnificent the mountain is. Mountains, like giants, will never stand, rain or shine. How admirable their spirit is!

Thirty-one: Go to nature, go to green fields and enjoy its unique style. Although there are no steep mountains, there are vast fields; Although there is no surge of the sea, there is an elegant stream. Although there is no excitement outside, there is the calm you expect. There, you can enjoy the tunnel of blue sky and the elegance of white clouds; The green of grass; The fragrance of fruits and vegetables, Anna of butterflies, the hard work of bees. ...

Thirty-two: Go to nature, go to the green fields and enjoy its unique style. Although there are no steep mountains, there are vast fields; Although there is no surge of the sea, there is an elegant stream. Although there is no excitement outside, there is the calm you expect. There, you can enjoy the tunnel of blue sky and the elegance of white clouds; The green of grass; The fragrance of fruits and vegetables, Anna of butterflies, the hard work of bees. ...

Thirty-three: listen to the ethereal rain and hit the banana; The simplicity of listening to the rain hitting the banana; Listen to the whispering of the rain hitting the banana, savor it carefully and be calm. Watching the rain hit the banana, the smoke of the rain wrapped the banana, and the eyes were full of delicate green, as if to drip down like raindrops. The idle smell of the rain hitting the banana, the fragrance of the earth accompanied by the Qing Xiang of the banana, an irresistible ancient fragrance that can be deeply rooted in people's hearts, made me unable to help but indulge in it, which made people dream.

Thirty-four: Nearby, the green leaves in the tea garden are covered with hearts. Tea trees lined up like neat soldiers and jumped into the field of vision with a heroic attitude; Terraces are spread out in the distance, and only the skillful hands of nature can sort out such masterpieces and beautiful rural scenery. Luo Guanzhong in the Ming Dynasty said in a poem: "The green hills are not old, but the green waters remain forever." Perhaps because of this, there are some fields with water and light, like a mirror, showing the light of understanding. The distant mountains near the small mountain house are clearly visible. A few cows in the field "Cleisthenes Cleisthenes cries ……" cried, coming with the wind, faintly audible; Some sheep are shaking their heads, grazing and bleating. All these show a deep color and blend into a profound style.

Thirty-five: the clear spring trickles in the stream, like a sad folk song, singing gently in the mountains. The stream growled and laughed. The sky and clouds broke dreamily at the moment when the yellowing grass stalks hit the water.

Thirty-six: A golden plant, but it doesn't seem to be a rape flower. From a distance, it exudes golden light, and a gust of wind blows like a cascade of waves. This is really a perfect scene.

At 37: 1, a small river winds through the Woods and flows into the distance. The river is crystal clear, and the mirror-like water surface is shining silver in the sunlight. The fish in the water swam around happily. The little crab in the water is crawling around between the cracks with big pliers, with a dignified face.

Thirty-eight: As soon as you enter the park, you can see many golden ginkgo orchards in the distance, overlapping and crowded together, as if several yellow butterflies were crowded together to keep warm. Nearby are clusters of beautiful chrysanthemums, as red as a passionate flame, as white as a swan's feather, and as orange as the brilliance of the sky. One after another, one after another, competing for beauty and beauty. When I walked into the chrysanthemum, waves of fresh chrysanthemum fragrance came at me, and I breathed gently, which made me feel refreshed.

Thirty-nine: I love the natural scenery, the blue sky and the sea, the picturesque mountains and rivers, and I love the rows of towering, tall and beautiful evergreen trees in Hainan Coconut Island, in this green pastoral and unique scenery of nature. I like listening quietly. The stream is cold and the birds are singing. And the crowing of chickens and dogs in nearby villages. How noisy!

Forty: quietly flowing through the river between bamboo houses, flapping the eternal dream of bamboo houses. It's quiet in the stockade, deep in the bamboo forest, Dai girls carry water through, and their long skirts sway with Ana's body. Dai girls are witches made of water, and water is the soul of Dai families. The bamboo house is accompanied by water, and the spring is tinkling, which adds a kind of leisure, elegance and calmness, not to mention the water and bamboo house there. Natural and harmonious, simple and beautiful bamboo building inherits the tenderness of water and the eternity of spring!

Forty-one: Standing on the ridge, I saw the whole village immersed in misty rain. The field is shrouded in a layer of smoke, misty, like an exaggerated ink painting. Houses in the countryside are hidden in trees, and many houses are covered by trees, leaving only one roof exposed. Next to the trees is a layer of water mist, which adds a sense of fairyland to the village. Above the trees and roofs, the sky is covered with clouds as the background, and the gray sky has no noise, covering the whole world in the misty rain, making the village more peaceful.

Forty-two: Open the window, drizzle is sprinkled on your face silently, feeling gentle and smooth, like a thin layer of golden pearl cream, nourishing your skin and still comfortable; The breeze gently brushed my face, like the breath of a lover blowing on my face, with a faint fragrance and a fresh personality.

Forty-three: the grass is withered. There are eager steps to greet warmly, and there are soft voices ringing on the wet and luminous land. Some poets sing, "Is it like the death of a tear?"

Forty-four: Walking on the country road, there are shepherd's footprints, breathing fresh air in the fields, watching the tidbits flying, going to the countryside, watching the scattered houses, smelling the fragrance of the country soil, listening to frogs and listening to running water.

Forty-five: Looking from afar, the mountains are undulating and lush. At the foot of the mountain, rows of tall and straight green pine trees defend our motherland like soldiers with steel guns. Nearby is a dense forest with lush trees, like handfuls of green umbrellas. In the forest, colorful wildflowers bloom on the green grass, just like laying a colorful carpet on the ground. Among the flowers, hardworking little bees are buzzing for honey. From time to time, you will see rabbits jumping on the grass. (Dreaming that a snake bit itself)

Forty-six: the night in nature seems beautiful and quiet, but there are countless creatures whispering in nature; Nature's night is like a huge machine. It seems quiet and vivid, but there are countless nature workers singing and dancing.

Forty-seven: The sun is setting, and the mirror-like sea is particularly charming under the sun. I walked alone on the coastline, watching the distant boat sail into the reflection of the sunset, and listening to the wonderful music when the naughty sea beat the beach. Stand facing the sea, let the sunset shine on your face, close your eyes slowly, let nature soak your body and mind, open your arms and take a deep breath. That faint refreshing, that faint comfort dispelled that faint sorrow, and the soul was sublimated and purified. The pure land of the soul is nourished and the essence of nature is released. A good mood followed.

Forty-eight: I looked up, but I saw two mountains standing in the middle. In front of me was a deep valley of 1, which meandered away. Sudden stones can be seen everywhere, and 1 stream flows happily between the stones, breaking the silence of the valley.

Forty-nine: the wisdom of nature is not inferior to that of human beings. Flowers can't walk, but their fragrance and beauty attract butterflies and bees to cross mountains and rivers. When bees and butterflies take away their "trophies", covered pollen can spread the offspring of flowers all over the earth. The tree can't move, but its fruit can't be picked and tasted. When we throw useless stones on the ground, the seeds of fruit trees plunge into the ground like this.

Fifty: In the picturesque nature, you will melt your body and mind into it and listen to the sounds of nature with your heart. It is a beautiful echo, a beautiful melody, and a new movement written by nature for us.

Fifty-one: A section of the road, sweet potato leaves spread out thickly, angular leaves are quite interesting, and the criss-crossing vines also grow dense leaves, which are crowded together in clusters and full of vitality. Green is expanding, and I can't help feeling comfortable. While lamenting the magic and beauty of natural plants, I also thank the sun for its selfless gift.

52: 1, the canyon named "Dragon" spread out under our feet in turn, walking in the canyon, as if paying attention to finding the answer to a natural riddle full of myths and mysteries.

Fifty-three: The willows on the riverbank are covered with green clothes, washed and moistened by the continuous drizzle, and the sweeter and softer green becomes lush. Under the washed dirt, what I can see is the tranquility hidden in the bright sunshine, the warm wind blowing gently, and the posture of dancing green waist. At the moment, what I see is the drooping willow leaves, with teardrop-like raindrops hanging. The breeze is blowing gently and the raindrops are rustling down.

Fifty-four: Looking up, after the rain, the green hills are as beautiful as flowers and trees, everything is new green, and the green is in my heart. The air is mixed with humid air and the mixed smell of soil and vegetation, and fresh and hot air is rushing into people's bodies. At my feet, the traces washed by rain jumped in front of my eyes, wet and soft on the dirt floor.

Fifty-five: when I turned around, a tall and straight tree came into my eyes. How strong and powerful the thick branches were; Its dense leaves still retain the color of spring, and the yellow and green are in sharp contrast with the ginkgo trees I saw before. I really admire the magic of nature's magic pen.

Fifty-six: If nature is a painting, then even the best pen and ink can't describe its beauty everywhere. If nature is a poem, then no beautiful words can tell me the joy it brings. If nature is a song, it will awaken the joy in my heart.

I love nature, especially the wind of nature, which is the soul of nature. The wind brings the spirit of nature and makes nature alive. I am intoxicated with the wind, its strength and tranquility, its slowness and gentleness. I really want to write a ode to the wind with the color of nature.

Fifty-eight: Xiaolong Gorge, located in Dianzi Township, Shaanxi County, where mountains are high and forests are dense and vegetation is lush. Mountains, cliffs and streams are crystal clear. This mountain has many granite and marble structures. Against the background of the stream, the rocks are rugged and sparkling, which set each other off into interest. The township is located in the southeast of Shaanxi County, belonging to the Qinling Mountain System. At the foot of the mountain, the mountains overlap and the gullies are vertical and horizontal.

Fifty-nine: After climbing a certain distance, a continuous mountain range came into view, which was shrouded in fog and looked mysterious and beautiful. Another nap, and the scenery in my eyes changed a lot. Looking at the mountain again, the fog has gradually receded, and a mountain shaped like the word "mountain" clearly and truly appears in front of us. At this time, we feel closer to nature and have to admire the ingenuity of nature. Everything is natural, and everything is the true beauty presented by nature.

Sixty: The normal relationship between man and nature should be appreciation and protection. Appreciating nature is actually the harmony between man and nature, and appreciating nature is magnificent and ingenious; Appreciate the cycle of the four seasons; Enjoy the natural selection of birds flying in the blue sky and fish swimming underwater. People compare the earth to their mother, and human beings live in their mother's arms, which embodies real harmony.

Sixty-one: Walk on a small bridge made of bamboo, bypass a watery stream and immerse yourself in an ancient dream. There are misty raindrops in the sky, only the sound of rain falling on bananas is heard, and only the faint rain drops on the newly-grown green leaves and red flowers, which makes this natural green and red look so delicate. The drizzle continued, and the whole village was wet. It is surrounded by green rain and fog, like a thin white veil, which covers the wonders of the village, but also adds a bit of mystery to the original beautiful scenery.

Sixty-two: I came from dusk, bathed in the light, and a few warmth like worms got into the blood vessels under my skin and flowed down to my limbs, heart, heart and spleen.

Sixty-three: the red wild strawberry, a little red in the evergreen tree, laughed out of a free state of mind. I quickly reached out my flexible hands and shuttled between strawberry thorns, busy with green. A sweet fruit fell into the pocket. I tasted it with my mouth, and the sweet and unique taste stimulated the tip of my tongue, enjoying the feeling of leisurely meditation, leaving a fragrance on my lips and teeth and sticking to my heart.

Sixty-four: On one side of the road is a hill covered with turquoise hills. They are in the arms of the mountain, showing their comfortable smiles heartily. In the quiet valley, a fresh air seeped into the heart and spleen, penetrated into the heart, refreshed both physically and mentally, and a cool feeling spread all over the body. Unknown weeds are busy decorating Shan Ye, growing wildly, and competing with Sandy Wu, which makes them appear and show rich breath.

Sixty-five: People are walking leisurely, listening to songs in life and looking at realistic pictures. In my mind, Yongchun is the modern version of Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival. The flowers and trees in A Dream of Red Mansions are not more elegant and quiet than those in small towns. Small towns can also compare with other places. The small town is famous in the air for its clear water, solid gardens, beautiful roads and beautiful green houses on the shore. (Reasons for applying for scholarship)

Sixty-six: Walking through a stone road by the sea, I was dumbfounded by the sight before me. At that moment, I didn't believe my eyes. Ah! A vast desert. A soft desert is displayed in front of us, and some extremely tenacious and touching grasses are displayed bit by bit in the desert. Unexpectedly, only the desert landscape in the northwest direction can be seen on the Yellow River beach. I rubbed my eyes instinctively.

Sixty-seven: Go into nature and listen to nature with our purest hearts! Let your heart be close to nature, let your heart be calm, let your heart be baptized, and let your distant and beautiful dreams fly in the trip. Walking in nature will calm our hearts like water.

Sixty-eight: There is a faint fragrance floating in my heart. Looking for incense, 1 The charming ravine smells incense, but I don't see the scenery in the ravine. I smelled the flowers first, faint and attractive. Some people say that "a girl knows her scent", but I always miss the point. I can't smell their fragrance. Ha ha! However, there, I was able to "smell the fragrance and know the ravine".

Sixty-nine: Nature is like a song, which can never be finished. Every note has a beautiful melody, every syllable has a cheerful rhythm, every paragraph is soft and comfortable, and the song is natural without losing its texture, like a fish swimming in the water, free and happy. This song bears the listener's carefree dream, and makes the listener feel the birds and flowers of nature, the colorful fragrance of nature and the thoughts of sinking into nature so desirable.

At 70: 1, the river winds through the Woods and flows into the distance. The river is crystal clear, and the mirror-like water surface is shining silver in the sunlight. The fish in the water swam around happily. The little crab in the water is crawling around between the cracks with big pliers, with a dignified face.

Seventy-first time: On the road, my beloved yellow dog ran back and forth closely behind me. In the back for a while, the pace is light, simple and not stiff; After a while, it ran to the front, pricked up its curious ears and listened to the movement around it; After a while, it broke into the fork in the road again, barking ... "In high spirits, it broke the peace of the mountain road. Sometimes it seems to have found something and barked and ran forward.

Seventy-two: The beads sprinkled by rain on the water splashed all over the floor, leaving plumes of water vapor, which combined with the morning fog to form a hazy painting. This obscurity, shrouded in water, makes all this incredible and can't be dispersed for a long time like a shadow. The bridge in the distance is vague; The nearby pavilion is confusing; All the scenery, winding, rolled up like a painting, flowed into my memory.

Seventy-three: The thundering raindrops burst the banana bushes, and the soil on the ground seemed to have a layer of water vapor, reflecting the sun and dazzling. Hiding under the banana tree, I looked up at the morning sun, and the soft sunshine surrounded me tightly, and a burst of warmth came to my heart. The water drops on those banana trees staggered on the green leaves and plopped into the arms of the land without trace, bringing me into a misty dream of Jiangnan.

Seventy-four: A raised mound came into view. In front of it stands a stone tablet engraved with the scarlet letter "Kuafu Mausoleum". The trees on the mausoleum are forests, lush and lush, and there is something mysterious in the solemnity. The green of the forest seems to be flowing out

Seventy-five: The sky that was baptized by rain last night was as transparent as water. The rain is gently floating on my cheek, and the cool wind blows gently. I walked leisurely in the Woods in the suburbs, relaxed my nervous nerves, took simple steps and watched the endless green cotton fields make blue waves under the breeze. Breathing the fresh air in the morning quietly. I feel extremely happy and energetic.

Seventy-six: the wandering of the soul: the breeze blows, and the strings touch the piano. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, away from the worldly glitz, I found a pure land of the soul-the mirror-flat water rested there, the beautiful and delicate peaks rested there, the quiet jungle sucked there, the birds roamed there, and the blue sky looked at this harmonious land with white clouds. Harmonious, pleasant, serene, touching and affectionate, with a long aftertaste.

Seventy-seven: What a lively rain! I quickly fell into the water, jumped up, made small water lines, and soon disappeared. So crisp, so neat, so agile, like a child, like to hide and seek, smile at passers-by, but soon disappeared. The spray under the willow tree is very big and open, blooming gracefully like a lotus flower.

Seventy-eight: The sun is setting, and the mirror-like sea is particularly charming under the sun. I walked alone on the coastline, watching the distant boat sail into the reflection of the sunset, and listening to the wonderful music when the naughty sea beat the beach. Stand facing the sea, let the sunset shine on your face, close your eyes slowly, let nature soak your body and mind, open your arms and take a deep breath. That faint refreshing, that faint comfort dispelled that faint sorrow, and the soul was sublimated and purified. The pure land of the soul is nourished and the essence of nature is released. A good mood followed.

Seventy-ninth: Let us feel the carefree charm of nature and listen to the charm of nature. It creates a perfect picture that will always be stored in people's hearts. Let us feel nature with sincerity and touch nature with expectation. Let us respond to the charm of nature and shout out loudly and proudly: I love nature!

The eightieth time: the spring breeze is charming and the mountains and rivers are happy. Canyon, followed by a series of footprints; The front is still a mystery. The cliffs on both sides of the valley are steep, the boulders are mixed and rugged, stepping on pebbles and jumping forward step by step. The cool stream flowing slowly next to it seems to flow in the bottom of my heart.

Eighty-one: I love the natural scenery of Coconut Island in Hainan, with blue sky and sea, beautiful scenery and rows of towering, tall and beautiful evergreen trees, in this green countryside and unique scenery of nature. I like listening quietly. The stream is cold and the birds are singing. And the crowing of chickens and dogs in nearby villages. How noisy!