Extract 30 beautiful fragments (no less than 25 words in a moment)

1. Standing on the bridge of Xiaoshi River, leaning against the railing and looking to the west, Xiaoshi River is sparkling, like a jewel-like princess, walking lively and quietly.

The weeping willows by the lake were bent by the strong wind, and the branches covered with green leaves swayed back and forth and danced on the rippling lake.

In winter, I like to watch the sunset outside the Woods. I saw the sunset hanging in the sky. The light has faded, leaving only a bright red, slightly hazy, like egg yolk in a bowl, hidden behind the dense branches and leaves of Metasequoia glyptostroboides. Brown and black branches and red full moon, like costume art photography, are full of tranquility and serenity.

The colors of the four seasons

Spring is a green world. The grass is tender green and the trees are new green. In the spring breeze, in the sun, all the greens are trembling, and they all contain crystal green light. Everything is so fresh, quiet and poetic.

Summer is a red world. The flowers are red, the sun is red, and the butterfly on the little girl's head is red. All red is like a burning fire. Everything in the world is full of passionate emotions.

Autumn is a golden world, and golden leaves are flying in the air, like dancing golden butterflies. In the field, the crops are ripe, and the harvesters rumble here, composing a golden symphony. Everything is so bright and dazzling.

Winter is a silver world, the sky is blue, the ground is silver, the snow is white and crystal clear. Silver is a beautiful and peaceful world.

All the year round, like an endless ribbon, the tranquility of spring, the fierceness of fear, the splendor of autumn and the tranquility of winter are all on this ribbon.

Half a yellow leaf falls, and I hear the sound of life withering. Yes, the geese flew south again, leaving only dead branches on the branches, and the spring water gradually dried up, and the chill came quietly. All this tells me that winter is coming.

In my opinion, winter is the least romantic season, especially in the south. It can't see the snow and ice in the north. There is no Wan Li desert in the west, and there is no sound at all. Winter in the south is always just a depression. The weather is very cold, but there is not a trace of moisture. The cold immersed in the bone marrow seems to have taken away all the warmth of the body, leaving only a cold mass that is as loose as dry floc and stuffed between the chest and lungs. In this season, people's thinking will be frozen, and even emotions and romance will be forgotten in an instant. Under such circumstances, it is difficult to raise a trace of goodwill, even if there is an occasional wish, it will soon be thrown into the corner of memory.

Standing outdoors, take a breath gently. A mass of white fog is wrapped in warm air, stretching out in mid-air, dense, and melting into dry and cold air for a long time. The little hope that was just ignited was shattered, quietly and quietly disappeared, as if it had never happened, and it was already a special kind of wetness in the trance. Xiao Shu grew into a big tree and became an old tree in winter. The branches of the old tree are staggered, and only a few scattered leaves are dotted with traces of life. The bark is slightly brown, as if it had been baked on a fire for a long time, and it has lost its spirit and is half curled, as if it would fall to the ground at any time.

In summer, only withered roots and leaves are left in the lotus pond in the mosaic field. It has long lost the charm of beads. The cold wind shook gently, withered and withered leaves, as if quietly telling the beauty of the past, and as if quietly crying for the decline of the present. If there is another cold rain, more flowers will fall, which will help Li Yishan keep listening to the rain.

The mountains in the south are no longer as tall and majestic as those in the north, but they have lost their former runlang in winter, leaving a slightly gray figure standing quietly between heaven and earth. Silently guard a silence. If there is a heavy snow in the north and the mountains are covered with white, it will be a magnificent picture and there will be new hope among the mountains. It's a pity that there is no snow in the south, just like scattered hills on the vast Jianghan Plain. Only the green shadows of pine and cypress are left in the mountains, which are as green as frost, and there is gray in the light green. From a distance, it seems to be covered by flying dust.

Standing by the river, I found that there was only a narrow gray chain left in the moat in the past, and the riverbank that used to be beaten by waves is now in a state of stagnation. The river seems to have frozen, and even the flow rate of the east injection seems to have stopped, and everything is silent.

Yes, the winter in the south can only be described as dead silence, without any movement of life. There is only one deposit slip between heaven and earth. This depressing atmosphere is full of everything, sucking away their vitality bit by bit.

The afterglow of the sunset lazily climbed over the white and smooth skin of the mountain peak; Warmly shining on this quiet land, the clouds on the horizon drift by, as if following the footsteps of their companions; The blue lake slowly flows, and there are several boats across the lake, vaguely flashing some fishing fires. Maybe when the scenery is too lonely, my mood will sing, and the song will accompany the lake, taking me to recall that unforgettable past with a little sadness, but when I turned my head and left, I saw the other side of the mountain. That's where the sun rises again. Maybe spring will come tomorrow!

Walking in the light snow is more interesting. There is only a trace of wind in the sky, holding the snow like a kite. Looking up, this silk wind dominates the snowflake like a butterfly, falling obliquely, flying in a whirl, floating to the ground and falling on pedestrians. Snowflakes, like naughty children, never tire of playing, brush people's hot faces, turn into water droplets and flow onto eyebrows and beards, forming small ice cubes. The snow fell silently and fluttered, and soon there was a thin layer on the ground. When you step on it, it will make cheerful footsteps "cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep,,,". With this step, you can spread your imagination wings as much as possible, pursue your best memories and embrace your happiness! You might as well take a deep breath. Flowers soaked in My Sweetie will also soak in your heart and spleen. You can't help thinking of a pure heart, and you will feel that the whole world is so pure. Winter has come, the grass is gone, and there is a snow-white quilt on the grass. The trees are bare, just loose.