Extract 200 words from a good paragraph.

On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves and seeds are dotted with some white flowers, some blooming gracefully and some blooming shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.

The light of February, like running water, quietly sprinkled on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the treetops, and the bushes in the high places cast uneven and mottled shadows, but they seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven, but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody; For example, a famous song played on Brahma.

Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, high and low, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the gap. What is listless is the sleepy eyes. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But it's theirs, and I have nothing.

I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties, which can be roughly known from the poems. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. It is well said in Liang Yuan's "Lotus Picking Fu": Therefore, the demon child is a woman, and she goes boating: [Beneficial Bird] is the first Xu Hui, and also the feather cup; I can move, algae can hang, boats can move and sail.

On the vast sea, the wind gathers dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, Haiyan flies proudly like black lightning. One moment its wings beat the waves, and the other moment it flew into the sky like an arrow. It cried, and in the brave cry of the birds, the dark clouds heard the joy. In this cry, full of longing for the storm!

In this cry, the dark clouds felt the power of anger, the flame of enthusiasm and the confidence of victory. Seagulls groaned before the storm came and flew over the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm in the depths of the sea. The sea ducks also groaned. These sea ducks can't enjoy the joy of fighting in their lives. The rumbling thunder frightened them.

Stupid penguins cringe and hide their fat bodies under steep cliffs ... only arrogant petrels fly bravely and freely on the foam sea. Dark clouds are getting darker and lower, pressing towards the sea; The waves sang and rushed into the air to meet the thunder.

Thunder rumbles, waves roar in angry water droplets, and contend with the wind. You see, the wind carried a pile of huge waves and threw them at the steep cliff, smashing this large piece of jade into dust and foam. Haiyan screamed and flew, like black lightning and an arrow through the dark clouds. The wings are blowing waves of water droplets.

Look, it flies like an elf-a proud, black spirit of the storm. It's laughing, it's screaming ... it's laughing at those dark clouds, it's cheering! This sensitive spirit, from the rage of thunder, has long been aware of sleepiness. Convinced that dark clouds can't cover the sun-yes, they can't! The wind is roaring ... thunder is rumbling ... piles of dark clouds are like blue flames, burning on the bottomless sea.

The first close contact with Guilin was on a rainy morning. When I stepped out of Guilin North Station, it meant that this romantic encounter with Guilin had begun.

Such as weaving misty rain, formed my first impression of Guilin, and I have been longing for it these days. I believe this is undoubtedly more beautiful, because this small town in the rain and fog will definitely make the children in the distance feel more excited. Rows of towering hills loom in the misty rain in the early morning, and rivers blend in with the fog hanging over them. All this constitutes a picture scroll in a dream, which is elegantly spread out in front of distant guests.

In fact, Guilin, a small town, is neither immersed in misty rain all day nor bathed in the sun for a long time. She has unparalleled environmental comfort in the world. Neither too cold nor too hot, her weather always interprets two words-gentleness. Her rain always comes unexpectedly, suddenly and happily. Raindrops floating in the air are as light as catkins and fall to kiss my tender child. The rain in Guilin, like a naughty and cultured little girl, will surprise you when she comes. She is polite and graceful. After a string of laughter like a bell, she inadvertently leaves your sight. But don't be sad, because she brings you sunshine.

The sunshine after the rain is lovely, especially in the small town of Guilin. Although it is sunlight, it is also sprinkled on the earth through clouds. The humid sunshine is getting warmer and warmer. This is the climate in Guilin. Dreams and reality are intertwined, which makes it easy for you to enter a sweet dream and wake up happily from it.

The mountain is gentle as water, and the water is pleasant as a mountain. This is the scenery of Guilin, picturesque as a dream. ...

Guilin, a corner of the south, can't see the continuous mountains, but see the tender and poetic peaks; You can't see the cliff, but you can see the beautiful stone wall. The mountains in Guilin are not steep, but they must be handsome, not steep, but always so beautiful. Didn't you see how many literati were awakened by the Millennium statue at the intersection of the two rivers? How many times have the touching stories told by Zhu Huan Cave at the foot of Fubo Mountain shocked the hearts of tourists as strongly as that giant clock? How many romantic figures have witnessed the soaring thinking of horses on the stone wall on the bank of Lijiang River?

When a person walks in the mountains of Guilin, the first thing he will feel is tenderness-in fact, it is not only tenderness, but also romance, elegance and beauty ... No matter how many words are exhausted, the words describing this southern mountain city can also come clean! However, gentleness is still the two words that can best explain her.

It is the mild climate in the south that makes the gentle peaks in Guilin. Have you noticed that the mountains in Guilin are always vibrant green, which symbolizes vitality and aestheticism? Lijiang River and taohuajiang are reflected in spring, which makes Guilin's landscape always dotted with lush. Thus, Guilin, a small town in the south of China, aroused my gentle heart. She liberated me from the noisy world and embraced her gentle hill!

In the face of such a fairyland on earth, nature is so ingenious, why don't distant children marvel? This is Guilin, and this is our motherland. The motherland is vast in territory and abundant in resources, and there are many geographical miracles like Guilin's mountains and rivers! Although Guilin's magnificent terrain is unique in the world. ...

It's hard to say which is more beautiful: the ripples on the Lijiang River in the drizzle, or the ripples on the Lijiang River in the sunny day?

But for me, this question is actually very simple, because it is enough to make my heart beat faster suddenly and make me speechless for a while. In fact, apart from Lijiang River, I am hardly qualified to find another river that can really take care of the above situation!

It is undoubtedly a wonderful thing to throw yourself into the arms of Lijiang River. Lijiang River is like a jade belt, spotless and crystal clear. It is so beautiful and quiet all year round. In the face of such quietly flowing fine water, who doesn't want to go boating on it and enjoy the romance and warmth given by the Lijiang River? Who doesn't want to bend down and taste the freshness and sweetness that this natural nectar brings to our breath? Unfortunately, I'm afraid I'll miss it this time.

Leaning on the railing of the sightseeing cruise ship is still an endless daydream; Facing the colorful figures on both sides of the Lijiang River, we should also make vivid metaphors. And imagination is always endless. How can a distant child roam in such a poetic scenery and fly freely in the sky without caring about it?

The majestic mountain is a kind of beauty, the majestic sea is a kind of beauty, and the infinity of the sky is also a kind of beauty. Then, isn't the mountains in Guilin and the water in Lijiang another kind of beauty? Whether it is a good family or a small jasper, the original clear boundaries have been blurred at this time. Let's look at the immortal poem of the poet He Jingzhi:

"God in the clouds, fairy in the fog,

The mountains in Guilin are the realm of immortals!

As deep as love, as beautiful as a dream,

Love is like a dream, the water of Lijiang River! "

The hot summer has passed, and Miss Qiu quietly came to the world with cheerful steps.

Autumn is coming, the weather is getting cold, and people put on thin sweaters. The big tree also put on different colors of autumn clothes. Look, the maple tree has changed into a red dress; The buttonwood wears a yellow jacket; Even the tall poplars are covered with yellow and green camouflage clothes.

Orchards and persimmon trees are covered with small orange lanterns; The round fruit on the apple tree reflects the red light of the sun; The clusters of grapes on the grape rack are like purple pearls. I went to grandpa's orchard and saw my grandparents picking fruits happily. Grandpa also said: "this year's fruit will definitely sell at a good price." .

The fields in autumn are like a golden ocean, and rows of gold teeth are exposed from corn. Gu Suier bowed down to welcome foreign tourists. Everywhere is a scene of harvest and joy.

Grandpa's carefully cultivated flowers

Standing here, it's strange that the mountain has changed. Their shapes are very different from those seen from the plains or mid-levels. They become very layered, messy, majestic and strange. Look up, the mountain is the sky, and the sky is also the mountain. It seems that your nose can touch the mountain at any time.

I saw a misty giant peak protruding in the distance, surrounded by dozens of small stone peaks. A closer look shows that the giant peak is like the Monkey King holding a golden hoop, and those small peaks are like monkeys scratching their ears and cheeks. Look, the Monkey King is taking his children to kill the worse. Under the pale sky, the mountains are as black as iron and solemn. The red sun rises and the peaks are deep blue. Then, the mist appeared, and the milky white yarn separated the heavy mountains, leaving only the blue peaks, which really looked like a refreshing landscape painting. After a while, the fog cleared again, and the bare rock wall and steep rock wall were dyed deep red by the sun's light and gradually turned into bronze, which was particularly magnificent against the background of green trees and fields.

There are no villages and rice fields in the overlapping mountains. These mountains are like some drunken old people who have been sleeping for tens of millions of years. No one dares to go deep into their hearts, even adventurous hunters just go to their feet to chase goats, wild boar and birds running down the mountain, and never climb to its peak.

Nothing is more charming than the green hills bathed in the spring rain. The whole hillside is lush. Endless mist is like flowing silk, wrapped around the waist. Sunlight turns raindrops on every leaf into colorful pearls.

On the knife-shaped hill, there are wisps of milky white fog, and a slender line is faintly visible in the fog.

This stone wall is like a skyscraper on its back, so high that it will collapse and be aggressive. On the top of the mountain, the dense forest seems to be a huge black felt hat buckled on the cliff, and clusters of unknown wild flowers leap from the stone wall.

The rain changed the atmosphere of the park. In the sea of clouds in the northwest, there are distant mountains like ink paintings, which are quite praised as "borrowing scenery" in garden architecture.

6. When you are immersed in warm air, birds and flowers, green mountains and green waters, fertile fields, you will be intoxicated; When you face the golden autumn season, you will be ecstatic. Have you ever thought that abundant spring scenery is heroic after severe cold baptism, but the beautiful scenery in autumn is the crystallization after melting in hot summer?

7. If you want to harvest fruits in the autumn, then in the early spring when the chill invades people, you should roll up your trouser legs and tirelessly open up wasteland, sow seeds and cultivate until the day of harvest.

8. Life is a winding path in the mountains, with bumps on the side and cliffs on the side. If you fall, cry if you want. What are you afraid of? Stop pretending! This is honesty, not weakness, because crying does not affect the road, but you can be careful. The mountains are full of flowers and the scenery is pleasant. If you are intoxicated, smile happily, don't pretend to be reserved! This is honesty, not pride, because smiling does not affect the road, but can increase self-confidence.

9. Love is the sunshine in winter. People who are hungry and cold feel the warmth of the world. Love is a clear spring in the desert, and people who are on the verge of despair have seen the hope of life; Love is a shower sprinkled on the long-term arid land, which makes the lonely and helpless people get spiritual comfort immediately.

10, days always pass through your fingertips like spun yarn, and slip away inadvertently. Those sadness and misuse, with the waves gently faded, leaving the joy and smile, will always remain in the depths of memory.

2 1, the fate of the ship lies in drifting; The fate of sails lies in chasing the wind and waves; The fate of life lies in grasping, grasping and believing that life can make you young and innocent.

25. The moonlight is quiet. Raindrops pattered on the hut. In the dim light, mother sewed the homeless clothes tightly. Suddenly, a cold wind squeezed into the window gap of the hut. My mother seemed to have caught a cold and coughed a few times with deep tiredness. I woke up in my dream and stared at my old mother under the lamp. ...

26. At night, the spring breeze blows gently. I sat on the colorful steps of death with my chin cupped, and another unforgettable thing came to my mind.