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Beautiful sentences about scenery

1. The night spreads its huge black wings, and countless stars appear brighter and more playful under the reflection of the night.

2, the sun is easy to sprinkle on the ground, and some sultry winds are blowing slowly, as if the air is also beating a little uneasy.

3. Open the time, invite sunshine as a companion, meet with the breeze, pack your bags, and let's get close to the grassland and the vast grassland together.

Surrounded by mountains in the distance, it is drizzling. You can't see that the beautiful mountains are lush in May, only hazy beauty.

I have never been to the grassland. However, grasslands are my favorite, just like deserts and mountains. This kind of love comes from the heart and from the depths of life.

6. Under the blue sky, green mountains and trees are endless, and all kinds of unknown wild flowers are in full bloom in the jungle, blooming as gorgeous as clouds.

7. In August in the south, the sun is like fire. At noon, the sun rolled up all the leaves. Cicada kept ringing, and the sound was very long, which added a layer of trouble to the sultry weather.

8. The winding stone road leads all the way to the densely forested canyon. Pink peach blossoms, red apricot flowers and white pear flowers are everywhere, and the frozen river has already flowed and squeaked.

9. The night is dark and the moon is hanging in the sky, but I don't know where to hide, because this Miss Diana sometimes sneaks to the other side of the earth, making the mountains dark and the fields gloomy.

10. With the chirping of magpies, the willows on the river bank burst yellow, the rape blossoms in the fields were brilliant, the bamboo forests were faint, the cauliflower was yellow, and the world suddenly became clear.

1 1, when the sun just appeared, I walked along the river to the village, so faint mist, so moist and moist soil breath, kept patting my face and getting into my nose.

12, although winter is not as vibrant as spring; Not as hot as summer; It is not as cool as autumn, but it has its own style and beauty. But I still like this beautiful winter.

13, the fence is covered with vines. Young leaves and buds jump out of the branches. They are interested in photography. Looking at the young leaves and buds in the backlight, they are yellow, furry and lively. This is life.

14, fog, hazy mountain. The mountain strengthened the belief of fog. Surround. Attachment. Touching. A steady stream. Little by little. Will not leave easily. Not frivolous abandonment. That moment is forever.

Battle lines, 15. A flock of geese flew slowly south in a herringbone. The sun is red, and the array gradually melts into the dazzling light. A poem of life, singing in the blue sky. He froze. He also stayed.

16, high and low loess rolled like waves on the roadside. The sun was buried in the loess, and it was red. However, the sun is still burning strangely, turning their flesh purple and black, and it seems that they can still smell a burning smell.

17, oriole just sang. Above the village, in the Woods, on other people's mud, a group of flower magpies in simple black and white dresses appeared, and then they sang happily all day long.

18, let us feel the freshness of grassland in the vast grassland, prove our smallness in the sky, and wander into a white cloud, a cheerful sheep or a flexible grassland in the wilderness.

19, the scorching sun hangs high in the sky of the world. The red light hit the ground like a rocket, and the ground caught fire, reflecting the flame of boiling oil.