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Part 1 of a beautiful English reading article describing the beautiful scenery

Stars in the Rain and Snow

Bing Xin

　冰心

The thermometer had dropped to 18 degrees below zero, but still chose to sleep in the porch as usual. In the evening, the most familiar sight to me would be stars in the sky. Though they were a mere sprinkle of twinkling dots, yet I had become so accustomed to them that their occasional absence would bring me loneliness and ennui.

The thermometer dropped to 18 degrees below freezing Sometimes, we also sleep on the porch. The most familiar thing every night is the stars in the sky. It's just a flickering light, but I'm used to seeing each other, and if I don't see it occasionally, I feel a little longing and bored.

　It had been snowing all night, not a single scar in sight. My roommate and I, each wrapped in a quilt, were seated far apart in a different corner of the porch, facing each other and chatting away .

It rained and snowed all night, and there was no starlight to be seen. He and I were sitting across from each other in quilts, talking in the distance at two corners of the corridor.

She exclaimed pointing to something afar, "Look, Venus in rising!? I looked up and saw nothing but a lamp round the bend in a mountain path. I beamed and said pointing to a tiny lamplight on the opposite mountain, "It's Jupiter over there!?

He pointed and said: "Look at Venus rising!" When I looked up, it was the streetlight at the turning point of the mountain road. I just smiled and pointed to a light on the opposite mountain and said: "That's Jupiter over there!"

More and more lights came into sighs as we kept pointing here and there. Lights from hurricane lamps flickering about in the pine forest created the scene of a star-studded sky. With the distinction between sky and forest obscured by snowflakes, the numerous lamp-lights now easily passed for as many stars.

The more you point, the more. Scattered wind lanterns shone from the pine forest, turning them into stars in the sky. Really, in the gaps between snowflakes, you can't see the boundary between the sky and the forest. It's almost as if the lights are like stars.

Completely lost in a make-believe world, I seemed to see all the lamplights drifting from the ground. With the illusory stars hanging still overhead, I was spared the effort of tracing their positions when l woke up from my dreams in the dead of night.

With one sincere thought, the false becomes true, and the lights seem to float from the ground. The illusory starlight does not move, so there is no need to chase their position when you wake up in the middle of the night.

Thus I found consolation even on a lonely snowy night!

Thus I found consolation even on a lonely snowy night!

Reading beautiful English articles describing beautiful scenery Chapter 2

Moonlight over the Lotus Pond

Zhu Ziqing

Zhu Ziqing

The last few days have found me very restless. This evening as I sat in the yard to enjoy the cool, it struck me how different the lotus pool I pass every day must look under a full moon. The moon was sailing higher and higher up the heavens, the sound of childish laughter had died away from the lane beyond our wall, and my wife was in the house patting Juner and humming a lullaby to him. I quietly slipped on a long gown, and walked out leaving the door on the latch.

I have been feeling quite sad these days. Not peaceful. Tonight I sit in the yard enjoying the shade, and the lotus pond I walk past every day must have a different look under the light of the full moon. The moon was gradually rising, and the laughter of the children on the road outside the wall could no longer be heard; my wife was patting Run'er in the house and humming a lullaby in a daze. I quietly put on my coat, closed the door and went out.

A cinder-path winds along by the side of the pool. It is off the beaten track and few pass this way even by day, so at night it is still more quiet. Trees grow thick and bosky all around the pool, with willows and other trees I cannot name by the path. On nights when there is no moon the track is almost terrifyingly dark, but tonight it was quite clear, though the moonlight was pale.

Along the lotus pond is a winding small cinder road. This is a secluded road; few people walk it during the day, and it is even more lonely at night. There are many trees growing on all sides of the lotus pond, and the chrysanthemums are lush. On one side of the road are some willows and some trees whose names I don’t know. On a moonless night, the road is eerie and a bit scary. Tonight is very good, although the moonlight is still faint.

Strolling alone down the path, hands behind my back, I felt as if the whole earth and sky were mine and I had stepped outside my usual self into another world. I like both excitement and stillness, under the full moon, I could think of whatever I pleased or of nothing at all, and that gave me a sense of freedom. All daytime duties could be disregarded. That was the advantage of solitude: I could savor to the full that expanse of fragrant lotus and the moonlight.

I was alone on the road, walking with my hands behind my back. This world seemed to belong to me; I also seemed to have transcended my ordinary self and entered another world. I love being lively and calm; I love being in groups and being alone. Like tonight, a person can think about anything and think about nothing alone under this vast moonlight, and he feels like a free person. Whatever you must do or say during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone. Let me just enjoy the boundless lotus fragrance and moonlight.

As far as the eye could see, the pool with its winding margin was covered with trim leaves, which rose high out of the water like the flared skirts of dancing girls. And starring these tiers of leaves were white lotus flowers, alluringly open or bashfully in bud, like glimmering pearls, stars in an azure sky, or beauties fresh from the bath. The breeze carried past gusts of fragrance, like the strains of a song faintly heard from a far-off tower. And leaves and blossoms trembled slightly, while in a flash the scent was carried away. As the closely serried leaves bent, a tide of opaque emerald could be glimpsed. That was the softly running water beneath, hidden from sight, its color invisible, though the leaves looked more graceful than ever.

On the winding lotus pond, fields of leaves could be seen. The leaves are high out of the water, like the skirts of a graceful dancer. Among the layers of leaves, white flowers are dotted here and there, some are blooming gracefully and some are holding their petals shyly; just like individual bright pearls, stars in the blue sky, or flowers just emerging from the bath. beauty. The breeze passed by, bringing wisps of fragrance, like the faint singing from a tall building in the distance. At that time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, which immediately spread across the lotus pond. The leaves were densely packed side by side, and there seemed to be a ripple of solid blue. Under the leaves are veins of running water, which are covered and some colors cannot be seen; but the leaves are even more beautiful.

Moonlight cascaded like water over the lotus leaves and flowers, and a light blue mist floating up from the pool made them seem washed in milk or caught in a gauzy dream. Though the moon was full, a film of pale clouds in the sky would not allow its rays to shine through brightly; but I felt this was all to the good?though refreshing sleep is indispensable, short naps have a charm all their own. As the moon shone from behind them, the dense trees on the hills threw checkered shadows, dark forms loomed like devils, and the sparse, graceful shadows of willows seemed painted on the lotus leaves. The moonlight on the pool was not uniform, but light and shadow made up a harmonious rhythm like a beautiful tune played on a violin.

The moonlight fell quietly on this leaf and flower like flowing water. Thin green mist floats in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; they are also like a dream wrapped in a gauze. Although it is a full moon, there is a layer of light clouds in the sky, so it cannot shine brightly; but I think this is just the right thing. Sound sleep is indispensable, but taking a nap also has its own flavor. The moonlight shines through the trees, and the dense bushes high up cast jagged and mottled black shadows, as steep as ghosts; the sparse shadows of the curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is not uniform; but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, like the famous music played on the Buddhist bell.

Far and near, high and low around the pool were trees,most of them willows. These trees had the pool entirely hemmed in, the only small clearings left being those by the path, apparently intended for the moon . All the trees were somber as dense smoke, but among them you could make out the luxuriant willows, while faintly above the tree-tops loomed distant hills-their general outline only. And between the trees appeared one or two street lamps, listless as the eyes of someone drowsy. The liveliest sounds at this hour were the cicadas chirruping on the trees and the frogs croaking in the pool; but this animation was theirs alone, I had no part in it.

There are trees all around, far and near, high and low, among which willows are the most numerous. These trees surrounded a lotus pond; only a few gaps were left on the side of the path, as if they were specially left for the moonlight. The color of the trees is gloomy, and at first glance they look like a cloud of smoke; but the graceful willows can also be distinguished in the smoke. Faintly looming above the treetops are distant mountains, just a general outline. There are one or two street lights leaking through the cracks in the trees, looking listless like sleepy eyes. The liveliest sounds at this time were the cicadas chirruping on the trees and the frogs croaking in the water; but the excitement was theirs and I enjoyed nothing.

Then lotus-gathering flashed into my mind. This was an old custom south of the Yangtse, which apparently originated very early and was most popular in the period of the Six Kingdoms, as we see from the songs of the time. The lotus were picked by girls in small boats, who sang haunting songs as they padded. They turned out in force, we may be sure, and there were spectators too, for that was a cheerful festival and a romantic one. We have a good account of it in a poem by Emperor Yuan of the Liang dynasty called Lotus Gatherers:

Suddenly I remembered the lotus gathering. Picking lotus is an old custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have existed very early, and it was most popular during the Six Dynasties. We can roughly know it from poetry. Those who picked lotuses were young women. They went in boats and sang erotic songs. Needless to say, there are many people picking lotus, and there are also people watching lotus picking. It was a lively season and also a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan said it well in "Fu of Lotus Picking":

Deft boys and pretty girls

reach an understanding while boating;

Their prows veer slowly,< /p>

But the winecups pass quickly;

Their oars are entangled,

as they cut through the duckweed,

and girls with slender waists

turn to gaze behind them.

Now spring and summer meet,

leaves are tender, flowers fresh;

with smiles they protect their silks,

drawing in their skirts, afraid lest the boat upset.

So the enchanting girl,

is willing to go boating;

The goose's head slowly returns,

It also passes on the feather cup;

The ship is about to move but the algae hangs on it,

The ship is about to move but it sails away.

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Afraid of getting wet with clothes and smiling lightly,

Afraid of overturning the boat and holding back.

There we have a picture of these merry excursions. This must have been a delightful event, and it is a great pity we cannot enjoy it today.

It can be seen that the scene of fun at that time was . This is really interesting stuff, but unfortunately we are no longer blessed with it.

I also remember some lines from the poem West lslet:

Then I remember the sentences in "西州歌":

When they gather lotus at Nantang in autumn

The lotus blooms are higher than their heads;

They stoop to pick lotus seeds,

seeds as translucent as water.

< p> Collecting lotus flowers in Nantang in autumn, the lotus flowers are bigger than people’s heads; lowering your head to get the lotus seeds, the lotus seeds are as clear as water.

If any girls were here now to pick the lotus, the flowers would reach above their heads too-ah, rippling shadows alone are not enough! I was feeling quite homesick for the south, when I suddenly looked up to discover I had reached my own door. Pushing it softly open and tiptoeing in, I found all quiet inside, and my wife fast asleep.

If there are lotus pickers tonight, do the lotus flowers here count? It’s too much; it’s not enough to just see some shadows of running water. This makes me miss Jiangnan after all. ?Thinking like this, I suddenly raised my head and found that I was already in front of my own door. I pushed the door gently and went in. There was no sound. My wife had been asleep for a long time.

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Sunrise on the sea

Ba Jin

Ba Jin

I would often get up early to watch the sunrise when it was not yet quiet light and all was quiet except for the droning of the ship engine.

In order to watch the sunrise, I often get up early. It was still dark at that time, and the surroundings were very quiet. There was only the sound of machinery on the ship.

The sky was pale with a bluish blue. Soon a streak of pink dawn broke over the horizon, expanding gradually and becoming brighter and brighter. Knowing that the sun was about to rise, I had my eyes fixed on the distant edge of the sea.

The sky is still light blue, very light in color. In the blink of an eye, a red glow appeared on the horizon, slowly expanding its scope and strengthening its brightness. I knew the sun was about to rise from the sky, so I looked there without blinking an eye.

As expected, the sun soon appeared revealing half of its face, which was very red but not bright It kept rising laboriously bit by bit as if weighted down with a heavy burden on its back until, after breaking through the rosy clouds; it completely emerged from the sea aglow with a lovely red. Then, before I knew it, the dark red orb began to shine blazingly, dazzling my eyes until they stung and all of a sudden lighting up the surrounding cloud.< /p>

Sure enough, after a while, half of the sun’s face appeared in that place. It was really red, but there was no light. The sun slowly worked hard to rise step by step, as if it was carrying a heavy load. In the end, it finally broke through the clouds and completely jumped out of the sea. Its color was very cute. In an instant, this dark red round thing suddenly emitted a dazzling light that made people's eyes hurt, and the clouds next to it suddenly became radiant.

Sometimes, hidden by the clouds, the sun nonetheless shed its rays straight onto the sea water, making it difficult for me to distinguish between the sky and the sea because what I saw in front of me was nothing but a wide expanse of brilliant light.

Sometimes the sun walks into the clouds, but its light shines down from the clouds and directly onto the water. At this time, it was not easy to tell which was the water and which was the sky, because I only saw a bright light.

Sometimes, with thick layers of dark clouds hanging in the sky, the sun was hardly visible to the naked eye. But its radiance managed to show through the dark clouds to edge them with golden lace. Then, after gradually breaking through the tight encirclement, it came into full view and even dyed the dark clouds purple or scarlet. At the moment, apart from the sun, the clouds and the seawater, I too was luminous.

　Sometimes There are dark clouds in the sky, and the clouds are very thick. When the sun comes out, the human eye cannot see it. However, the sun's rays radiating in the black clouds passed through the black clouds and set a luminous golden edge on the black clouds. Later, the sun slowly broke out of the encirclement and appeared in the sky, even dyeing the black clouds purple or red. At this time, it was not only the sun, clouds and sea water that shone brightly, but also myself.

Wasn't that a marvelous spectacle?

Wasn't that a marvelous spectacle?