A 50-word masterpiece describing the scenery

1. sentences describing scenery in literary masterpieces (not less than 50 words) 1. The waves beat against the messy stakes under his feet, and the dry sea breeze blowing from distant Turkey blew his face. The coast of the harbor is irregularly arched, and the breakwater made of steel and cement blocks the waves. The winding mountain range extends to the sea and suddenly stops. The white houses in the suburbs are arranged between the peaks and extend into the distance. What you see is invisible. The summer breeze blows gently and disappears in an instant, but what you remember is forgotten. Leaving only the faint shadows swaying slightly. . Can't see, does it mean it doesn't exist? Maybe it's just covered by thick clouds, or maybe the wind and sand just flew into your eyes, so I can't see you, but I still feel warm. How the Steel was Tempered will never disappear. I am guarding a bubble-like fragile dream, happiness has just begun, and the ball of sadness has been lurking. No, I saw it. The summer wind blew gently and the trees in the grass danced and danced. Forgot, remember. The forgotten clouds gradually dispersed, and the soft moonlight sprinkled on the window. Hope 3. When night comes, something as powerful, fresh and caring as a loving mother, like a hug, like a warm and furry hand, is gently touched by silence, brushing away everything that should be forgotten in memory and all the fine dust that erodes people during the day. childhood

Grassland is a magical land in my heart. It has unpretentious innocence, generosity and boldness, and tranquility and profundity. It has the same physique as the sea, but it is more quiet than the sea. The grassland connected with the sky has neither the beautiful image of the southern landscape nor the majestic momentum of the rivers and seas; However, there are blue goshawks soaring and fighting on the grassland, and there are endless waves of grass rolling, which breeds a hot heat wave. Therefore, the beautiful scenery on the grassland will be condensed in front of our eyes, the melodious singing will lead our feelings, and the galloping horseshoe will definitely knock on our closed door. 5. There is no splendor like sunset, no elegance like clouds, but there can be crystal purity and transparency. Not as lofty as a mountain, not as gentle as a lake, but as firm and steady as a rock. There is no vastness like the sea, no waterfall, but it can be as simple and easy-going as mud.

2. Find 30 beautiful paragraphs of about 50 words to describe the scenery. 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. 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 river bank where the waves beat thousands of stones in the past is now at a standstill.

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, I will sing, singing with the lake, taking me to recall that unforgettable past, with a little sadness, but when I turned away, 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, spinning and flying, 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, only the pine trees are still green, covered with a white snow coat. The river is frozen.

The mountains and pavilions in the distance are also covered with thick snow. 4. Winter, though not as charming as spring.

3. Excerpt from a 50-word beautiful writing paragraph.

1) outside the window, the chirping of birds, the rustling of trees and the gurgling of running water seem to accompany the beautiful night sky. Between heaven and earth, there was a strange emotional appeal and aura.

2) I don't know when the bright moon has been hung high in the deep sky. It radiates silver light, almost equal to my eyes. It pours on the earth, making it as bright as day.

3) In the morning, the sun rises in the east and the soft light shines on the water. Seen from a distance, the stream surrounds the town like a golden ribbon, adding infinite vitality to this small mountain city.

4) In the field, the children are playing and laughing, and I look in. A piece of golden came into my eyes, and I seemed to think it was a golden world. When I came to the field, I wrote Taoxiang. In the field, I saw the happy smiling face of the farmer's uncle when he harvested! It turns out that autumn is golden

5) The moonlight is bright and Wei Yun is faint, as if missing is like floating catkins. The breeze blew, and a faint scent of chrysanthemum came with the wind. In the moonlight, there is always some loneliness and emptiness, isn't there? Under the light, who can not find that they have missed so much? How many people around you disappear quietly, and how many chances do you suddenly repent before you know that you have disappeared? Face these helplessness, and then let go. People always learn from the past, but they can't immerse themselves in memories.

6) At dusk, a wisp of light smoke floated out of the chimney lightly, leaving a trace of residual heat on the ground. Evening is not as sultry as noon, but it is a little warm in the refreshing wind. Looking up at the sky, I saw that the flaming sunset has dyed most of the sky red, and its shapes are even more varied: look! A fierce tiger is chasing a little rabbit, running and disappearing, but a good horse appears, running on the boundless grassland ... The colors of the sky are also changing: crimson, pink and orange ... as if it were the wonderful magic of the magic master, it is dizzying.

7) When I took a closer look, I was immediately attracted by this beautiful lotus flower. The green lotus leaves are stacked on top of each other and squeezed on the water. I can't help thinking of Yang Wanli's poem Infinite Lotus Leaf. A few drops of water rolled on the lotus leaf, really shining like pearls. Sometimes they converge into a big water drop and slide into the water, just like a naughty child!

4. The sentence describing the scenery is 50 words (1). There are several small pavilions in front of the flower sea, where many people gather. Some of them play cards, some chat and some practice playing musical instruments there. Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of me and listening to the sweet music, I feel that I am not in the city at all, but in a paradise.

2) We came to the river again. The frog was walking with the tadpole, and a group of small fish swam over again, as if playing catch-up with the tadpole. A group of children are flying kites in the distance. They ran and laughed and were very happy. Kites in the sky are colorful, like beautiful fairies to welcome Miss Chun!

3) In summer, the red sun lingers in the air, so hot that it barks and sticks out its tongue. At this time, the lotus leaves in the river have become greener and the lotus flowers are in full bloom. The powder is as white as jade, especially beautiful against the lotus leaf, and the small fish play freely under the lotus leaf.

4) There are gardens on both sides of the river, which are called "thousand-acre gardens". When you walk into the garden, the first thing you see is a buttonwood forest. In the Woods, the buttonwood tree stands upright like a soldier. The trees are flourishing and the big leaves are crowded together, which seems to put a big hat on the garden and block the sun. Therefore, even in summer, it is very cool to walk into this forest.

5) Autumn comes, the fields are golden, and the peach trees along the river gradually take off their green clothes and change into golden ones. As the weather gets colder and colder, Peach Tree Girl reluctantly gives up what she loves and writes her clothes as a blessing to the earth. When the animals received the blessing, they began to prepare food for winter.

5. The fragment describing the scenery is about 50 words to describe the scenery:

In the clear autumn, people are left with patches of sadness, branches and leaves falling with the wind, floating around, a wind chime spinning up the steps, two birds chirping around, mixed with a touch of coolness.

Through the rising sun in Ran Ran, it seems that every yellow leaf is infected with it, rippling with its general brilliance. A faint, gentle and sparse corner faintly passes through the light and shadow, reflecting the small corner of the back yard.

The snow in January, the courtyard under the snow color always has a kind of indifference and sadness, but it is not so clear and clear, vaguely exciting. Approaching, snowing, seeking truth. Dull, memorable, reflecting a faint artistic conception.

In February, the river melted the Bo Xue on the stone steps, and the lake was filled with distant piano music. Three or two ducks have been swimming around the lake, happily accompanied by melodious string rhythm, dyeing the picture of early spring.

March flowers, quietly, the wind blowing, are already reflected in one piece. How quiet it is from a distance, and when you are looking for it, you will only wander with the flowers; The nearest love flower is also found among the flowers.

Willow in April, swaying, shining with soft sunshine. Floating freely, waving gently, on the shore of the lake, floating shallowly with the waves, also next to the slightly tilted sunset at the top, watching people spring.

May wind, the wind blowing across the fields, through the mountains, there is a fresh and long. Blow up the shadows hanging on the branches, stroke the fallen flowers under the trees, and the wind blows into the distance.

The rain in June covered the distant mountains with a veil, and when I stared at it, it was blurred. Leaning against the path of Mao Ting, the sound of rain rippled, listening to the sound of rain, a sense of freedom, splashing a little rain flower from time to time, mixed with the smell of dust.

There are often one or two faint clouds hidden in the sky in July, sitting in a corner under a tree, listening to insects and looking up at the sky. Quietly, there has been a clear autumn season, and geese/geese have crossed, leaving a trace of residue, memories and longings in July.

I can't write anymore. I'll copy you a short paragraph.

With the coolness of autumn, insects die on his mat every day. Hard-winged insects, once turned over, can never fly again. Bees can crawl and fall off, and then they can't get up. Natural death due to the change of seasons seems to be a kind of silent death at first glance. But when I looked closer, I saw them twitching their legs, feet and touch, struggling desperately in pain.

6. Ask for 30 beautiful paragraphs about 50 words to describe the scenery. Shortly after sunset, the orange sunset glow was still burning in the western sky.

The sea, also dyed red by this glow, is more spectacular than the sky. Because it is active, whenever rows of waves surge, the glow reflected from the peak is red and bright, just like a flaming flame, flashing and disappearing.

And the back row, flashing, rolling, pouring in. The glow of the sky gradually faded, and the crimson color changed to crimson color, and the crimson color changed to light red.

Finally, when all these red lights disappeared, the sky suddenly appeared high and far away and presented a solemn scene. The first morning star appeared, flashing in the dark blue sky.

It is so big and bright, and it is the only one that shines with extraordinary brilliance in the whole vast sky, just like a bright lamp hanging in the sky. As the night deepens, there are more and more "lights" in the sky.

The lights in all parts of the city are really lit up for the second time, especially the lights on the hillside around the harbor, which are reflected in the dark blue sea from mid-air, flickering with the waves, like a string of flowing pearls, and reflecting each other with the dense stars in the sky. It is really beautiful. On this beautiful night, I walked slowly along the beach on the soft beach.

The sea gently stroked the soft beach and made a gentle brushing sound. The evening breeze is fresh and cool.

I have unspeakable excitement and happiness in my heart. The night wind blows gently, and the air is fragrant with the mixture of the sea and the fields. During the day, the residual temperature of the sun remains on the soft beach.

People who have worked in various jobs all day come to this soft beach in twos and threes. They bathed in the cool sea breeze, looked at the starry night sky and rested with a smile. Happy laughter flies from here to there from time to time, just like waves rising from here to there on a calm sea.

7. The section with good scenery is 50 words 1. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a little sunshine leaking to the east, or quietly facing the morning glory like morning glory in the broken waist, you can naturally feel the breath of autumn.

It rained all night in the mountains and woke up the next morning. In the primitive silence where the rising sun did not rise, I ventured into the secret of the forest, walked all the way up the mountain through the broken branches on the ground and the trickling rain, facing the cold all night.

Xitou Mountain is densely wooded and foggy, and the lush water vapor rises from the bottom of Ran Ran, sometimes thick and sometimes light, and the transpiration varies. You can only see the hidden peaks and valleys at a glance from the open space where the fog breaks through the clouds, and it is almost impossible to have a panoramic view.

Looking at the red maple all over the mountain, it looks like a red ocean from a distance, bright and dazzling. I couldn't help walking over and holding a maple leaf. Wow, it's beautiful! Like a slap, bright red, bright red; Like a fan, flat; Like a blooming flower, it will never fade!

Oh, this is so beautiful; Soft, rich and beautiful; The sun jumped out of the horizon completely, the bushes here were sprinkled with pink, there was a little golden light, and there was the most beautiful purple smoke, so you have to admit that this is a really memorable scene.

Maple trees in the midwest have yellow leaves. When the wind blows, maple leaves fall all over the city, and the endless maple leaves fall, and the next season will be yellow rain. In autumn, people step on it and wear it in their hair, which seems to fall on their shoulders intentionally or unintentionally. Is it bright gold and gold?

The sky is clear, the mountains stretch, and clusters of white flowers are like flowing rivers. It seems that all life in the world should come by appointment. At this moment, in the sunshine as transparent as honey, they cheered at the same time and rotated at the same time, turning into countless floating points.

The mountains are no longer thin in autumn, and the white velvet reed sea is also ebbing. Robinia pseudoacacia is dark green, Paulownia is light green, Hsinchu is green, and the newly sprouted grass is yellow-green. Still the green of those old trees, and the green of vines, bustling with mountains.

-Zhang Xiaofeng's "Magic Season"

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