Excerpts from beautiful sentences describing scenery

1. In a blink of an eye, I arrived at the lake, where willows were planted. Sunlight shines on the lake through the willows, bright and bright, like a beautiful gem. Suddenly another gust of wind blew, and my unclear brain woke up. Looking up, the sun is slowly setting. The dazzling sunset glow is like a fairy's wedding dress, red, pink, sky blue and purple. Looking down, the reflection of the sunset in the lake is dazzling. For a moment, I can't tell which is real and which is reflection. Even a skilled painter can't describe beautiful scenery. The unique red brick tile house in rural areas is becoming more and more clear and eye-catching in the sunset.

The beauty of the forest is no less than that of the sea. The vigorous branches set off several years of vicissitudes. The leaves have withered, but they also have a unique charm. The breeze is blowing naughtily, fiddling with the branches and leaves. Finally, the leaves couldn't stand the wind and left the branches that had been snuggling for months. They began to float, but still unwilling, like a dead butterfly, showing an imperceptible beauty in the air. Finally, they drew a perfect arc in the air and landed in their lives. But they dedicated their beauty to mankind and completed their mission.

In summer, lush trees sway with the wind, the hot sun hangs high in the sky, and pink lotus flowers dance with the wind in the pond. Suddenly, there was a strong wind, lightning and thunder, and raindrops the size of pearls fell in the sky. Trees greedily suck the sweet rain, and the raindrops change from big to small, and some become smaller. Summer is innocent and beautiful.

The beauty of autumn is a kind of hazy beauty, like watching ink painting. Qiu Li also has joy, and every smile is mostly from the heart. When the fruit in the orchard is ripe, Uncle Orchard smiles from ear to ear. When the wheat in the local area was ripe, the farmer's uncle smiled. When the chrysanthemums in the park are in full bloom, the flower watchers show a knowing smile. Autumn is much more than that. ...

At first, the snow was scattered, just beautiful little snow particles. Then, a cold wind blew, and snowflakes like goose feathers fell one after another. Soon, a whole new world appeared before us. Layers of snow cover this beautiful city like a huge wool blanket. There is a cold silver light in the moonlight.

6. The stream is so clear that all the small fish and shrimps can see it clearly. Watching groups of small fish swimming around in front, the shrimp crawled out of the cracks in the stone and approached the bait, and the prawn with red pliers caught the bait. Oh, it's hooked! Coins on the stream are also thrown on the water, on rocks and on us. When the sun sets and the summer heat fades, we all go home together, not just those shrimps. ...

7. The beauty of autumn is everywhere in my hometown. Even formed a golden ocean. I passed by in the field and took a casual look at the cornfield, but my eyes suddenly straightened up and stared at this vast cornfield. I saw that the corn was golden yellow, standing upright in the sun, greedily sucking the bright sunshine, and finally growing in the sun. The wind blows everywhere, fiddling with them, and rolling like waves from a height, forming a golden ocean. This sea reveals a joyful atmosphere, and the whole sea is telling, telling the meticulous cultivation of farmers' uncles. The farmer's uncle was submerged as soon as he entered the sea, but they obviously liked being submerged because they created it themselves.

8. The waterfall that falls straight down is its roar like a crack in the ground; The gurgling stream is its beautiful piano sound; The gurgling spring is the display of its wonderful sound; The roaring pines are the mountain's protest against the strong wind; The crisp ticking is the record of the mountains to the past years.

9. The light from the sun is getting higher and higher. The sea is choppy and colorful, and the sea is covered with a golden veil. On the coast, grandpa's white beard turned into a golden beard, aunt's cheeks became more ruddy ... the sea turned purple, and the waves and purple were spectacular. I couldn't help shouting, "How beautiful! It's beautiful! " Am I in a fairyland, a dream paradise?

10. There is an unknown hill opposite my house. Although not majestic or steep, it is charming and lovely, just like a huge green steamed bread, lying there quietly every day, like a lovely little girl. Just by its appearance, it is deeply fascinated. More importantly, it shows its elegant and lovely face every morning, absorbs the bright sunshine, and then converts the carbon dioxide in the air into fresh oxygen. It gives in obscurity and asks for nothing in return. How precious this quality is! Because of this, it is always so lovely and charming in my eyes and heart!

1 1, breezes are blowing in waves, and soft clouds are floating in the sky. This feeling is like lying in my mother's arms. Green shoots have sprouted on the earth, and the fruit trees on the mountain have blossomed their petals. Under the warm sunshine, the earth is full of vitality. Everywhere is full of joy. Under the warm sky, warm spring brings people a warm feeling. This kind of spring is the best and happiest artistic conception I yearn for.

12, listening to the songs of nature, birdsong, the sound of running water and the rubbing of leaves, savoring pure natural sweet and delicious wild fruits, and imagining the vibrant scene of small animals playing freely and happily in nature in your mind, you will really be integrated with nature. At that time, the troubles have already drifted to the outside of the cloud nine, and you will enjoy the true joy from nature!

13. In the past, the whole countryside was green and red. In front of the house is a paddy field. Whenever rice spits out golden ears, the village will be filled with fragrant rice, which can't help but remind my soul and start looking for it in the "golden ears". The back of the house is mixed, covered with dense vegetables, red sorghum and long grass. ...

14, spring comes quietly. When the first rain of spring fell on me, I sang the first song of spring. The rain stopped quietly, the spring sunshine sprinkled on me, and the spring breeze surged. Countless willows touch me with their delicate little hands. Miss Spring helps to spread a green carpet on the ground to revive everything!