Travel prose describing beautiful scenery

The language of prose is fresh, lively, beautiful and full of musical sense. The style of writing is like a trickle, tinkling, explaining, and sincere. The following is my travel prose, describing the beautiful scenery for everyone to enjoy.

Travel essays describing beautiful scenery: Shadow of the Lake and Chrysanthemum.

I rest at home on Wednesday. I heard that Kaifeng Longting has held a chrysanthemum exhibition for some time, so I was bored and wanted to go out for a walk. One is playing, the other is relaxing, and it can also be used to relieve boredom at work.

Like Kaifeng and the Seven Dynasties, the basic urban road pattern has not changed for thousands of years. Kaifeng always has a central axis running through the city from north to south, and Long Ting, which faces south, closes the northern end of the avenue at its feet. This road was the Imperial Street in history. I arrived in Kaifeng city by bus around two o'clock in the afternoon. The octagonal building, the city gate cave, the old city wall and the archway left over from the Song Dynasty can be seen everywhere in the two rows of the street.

Arriving at Longting Park Square, there are endless streams of tourists in twos and threes, the walls are high, and everything remains the same. The only difference is that there is a big flower composed of tens of thousands of pots of chrysanthemums in the center of the square, with purple chrysanthemums in the middle? Are you welcome? The three characters are as striking as welcoming tourists from all directions.

Walking into the meridian gate, I can't help but shine at the moment. I see an ocean of flowers everywhere. The first thing you see are two clear lakes, which are the famous Panyang Lake. In the middle of the lake, a bluestone avenue is flanked by thousands of pots of Jin Ju and snow-like white chrysanthemums in Huang Cancan, all the way to Longtingtang. Colorful chrysanthemums on the lakeshore decorate Longting Park with colorful colors. The whole world is quiet and refined, making people dizzying, just like entering a fairyland.

The weeping willows on both sides of the road are covered with small lanterns, like a string of harvested persimmons, which is particularly festive. Proud as a peacock painted with wood carvings, its wings are decorated with chrysanthemums of various colors. Even our most common holly trees have been trimmed by gardeners into the shape of a Rubik's cube for children to play with. It is made up of purple chrysanthemums? Jin Meng culture? Four artistic figures, vigorous and unique. Countless ribbons and a flower stand set up by a pink spherical silk flower are endless.

Walking into the second door, it is a big flower, surrounded by three layers of colors. With white, yellow and purple potted chrysanthemums as a foil, the background color of holly bedding is trimmed as neatly as a carpet. In the middle of a pale green, there are two prominent banana trees, and a bunch of red blood is like several branches. Then there is an arched garden-style doorway, next to several tall and straight bamboos, and a small artificial lake on the left. The path in the middle of the lake leads directly to the pavilion in the middle of the lake. There are antique stone tables and benches in the pavilion for tourists to rest. All this seems to be as deep, elegant and connected as Suzhou gardens.

When you come to Long Ting, you must worship the emperor and set foot on the stone steps. The stone steps on the front of the main hall are divided into three floors and seventy-two levels, with carved dragons and bluestones in the middle. There is a yellow brocade dragon chair and dragon table in the center of the hall. The two dragon chairs embedded in the screen are lifelike, which makes people feel that the dragon pattern on the yellow brocade surface can take off at any time. Surrounded by this sea of flowers, Longtingtang is getting taller and grander. Standing outside Longtingtang overlooking the sea of flowers, Chrysanthemum deserves to be regarded as one of the four flower kings in China. With its unique charm, it stands proudly, decorating this imperial city which symbolizes peace and prosperity, national prosperity and national security. Facing Long Ting, I bowed my head and prayed silently. ......

Because I had to get back to the last bus in Luoyang, I didn't dare to stay long, so I hurried back after worshipping the emperor. In the tree-lined path, from time to time, there are several girls dressed as Gong E in the Song Dynasty, wearing plain gauze clothes and fluttering ribbons, walking through the flowers and bamboo forests. Add a bit of retro charm to this tree-lined ancient road. As I walked, I looked back at the girls, sitting on the long-distance bus with my eyes closed. I can't help but have the urge to recite poems. The cherry is red, the banana is green, and the lotus steps move lightly, making it more charming. Long Ting lake, bluestone road, willow swaying, chrysanthemum shadow more enchanting. Deep in the bamboo forest, there are colorful trees and pavilions, just like swimming in Penglai Island. The imperial capital is peaceful and prosperous, just like a fairyland, and the world is happy. Bloom several times, the castle peak is still there, lingering, looking back frequently. ......

Travel prose describing beautiful scenery: lonely mountains and rivers, lovely scenery

At 8: 30 in the morning, I know this train will take me to a city I haven't seen for years. This mountain city is beautiful, with fresh air and dim lights at night. The mountains there are more magnificent than those along the way outside the window. Lying by the window, I don't know when it started. I sincerely like the words loneliness and scenery, because these two words appear frequently in my articles and often appear on the scene. Maybe I like inner loneliness, maybe I like to watch the lovely scenery in the world alone. It is true that it is easy to feel lonely and bored when you are alone, but a person's journey means freedom of imagination and an adventure that happens to be unusual. So I like a person's freedom, strangeness, adventure and rich imagination to give people unexpected gains.

Outside the window are fields, passing trees, passing houses and a trace of autumn wind. I don't know when I started. I don't like the scenery and green in front of me very much. Even the green and flowing scenery near me outside the window are gone, which makes me look forward to it. I don't know when I started, but I am more intoxicated with the lovely green and scenery between mountains and rivers. Maybe it's because my hometown is the eastern Henan plain, and there are no mountains or even hills! Therefore, most of my autumn travels in recent years are related to mountains and rivers. I also cherish every autumn wandering between mountains and rivers. I will find many souls and experience life.

In the afternoon, the train slowly approached the platform, and I walked out of the station, feeling that I didn't even know. I walked around in the noisy crowd and saw the old station with a thin spire still standing there, so I felt the taste of returning to the mountain city.

Taian City, Shandong Province is a tourist and commercial city. Because of its great fame, Mount Tai has been a famous historical figure since ancient times, and its landscape pavilions leave too many relics and allusions. Due to the excessive exaggeration of modern commerce, these have become tourist attractions. Therefore, once the natural scenery and strange rocks here are famous, they will fall into the mortal world, and tourists will gather, making them gradually lose their original ecological outlook and tranquility. Since then, people have lost their original colors when they are integrated with the lovely scenery of nature. Strangely, every time I get close to it, it can't be true in my heart. Looking at it, I can't communicate with it quietly. Of course, there is another reason. To be honest, I don't like noisy places where tourists gather. When tourists flock to famous mountains, I only like to go to an unknown place 60 kilometers away from Mount Tai.

The next day, I took a taxi into Lianhua Mountain. Seen from a distance, the mountain is neither big nor high. It doesn't have the charm and charm of Mount Tai, but it has a completely primitive flavor. This is the best place for me to climb the mountain, because I grew up in the endless plain area.

I got off the bus and saw the vegetation around me in the distance. Autumn is green and the mountains are quiet. Everything is like a child waking up from sleep and sleepy. Suddenly I feel that I can't stand the desolation and loneliness of this mountain. It's not that there are so few tourists, but that there is no one around me. Unexpectedly, only oneself really came to this mountain.

I hurried to the entrance of the mountain. The conductor said that few people came to build roads and climb mountains these days. At that moment, I wandered at the foot of the mountain for some time. After all, I was thinking, since I'm here, let's go and see the mountains.

Walking along the remote mountain road, I began to see several ordinary houses. I walked up the stone platform behind the roundabout house and soon took me to another lonely path. At the moment, I always feel that going uphill and downhill is full of fallen leaves, which makes people feel a kind of desolation that they don't know where to go. However, there are so many green trees here, dense and layered, all kinds of green trees are scattered and intertwined, and there are wild fruits under the dense leaves all over the mountain, vying for autumn colors. In an instant, I was surrounded by the green autumn wind, as if wandering in the green ocean. Turning to the corner, I suddenly felt uneasy and even a little scared. In the green mist, I am afraid that I will lose my way and can't take another mountain road to climb.

Walking on the mountain road, I have been counting on meeting two or three tourists like me. I don't know how long I've been walking, but suddenly the front is bright. I looked up and saw a scene in my heart. In Shan Ye, there is a simple pavilion, which should be a pavilion for tourists to rest. I hurried to the pavilion, lit a cigarette, took a nap, and looked down to find myself halfway up the mountain. You saw a wild flower outside the pavilion holding its head high as if looking at you, and I suddenly felt sorry. I think Shan Ye is like an old friend on the way. The bare natural rocks around me are quiet and even lonely with me.

I was sitting in the pavilion when suddenly a mountain breeze blew, which was refreshing. My whole body's pores were like opening my mouth and breathing heartily, as if I was resting halfway up the mountain, and the cool mountain breeze invited me to have a heart-to-heart communication. Look west, you see, the outline of Lianhua Mountain is clearer. Looking at the distant mountain, stretching forward like a back. The eyeful of green is hazy and boundless, and the quiet mountain scenery contains all lovely scenery. Just like a great wise man, he just smiles and looks at you silently. Everything I saw was real. In fact, there are too many wonderful scenery in the mountains, which is often the most beautiful reason for climbing.

At this moment, all the barren scenes at first disappeared, and suddenly, my uneasiness and even a little fear on the way to climb the mountain were taken back one by one.

Outside the pavilion, there was a soft, faint sound of mountain birds and the sound of autumn birds calling each other outside the pavilion. They must have flown from the mountains. At this time, as long as you carefully distinguish, there are still many voices from outside life. Listen, the mountain wind enters the steep forest, making the green leaves sound and blowing off the wild flowers and autumn red. You are listening, the sound of the mountain stream sounds deep from a distance, and it sounds graceful nearby, as if there is a graceful woman reciting poetry in a quiet valley, and it seems to be playing a landscape guzheng.

I usually imagine a beautiful stream in the middle of my brain, as clear as this stream, and the sound of running water is as low and gentle as it. I always thought it was the most incomparable voice outside of life. In a trance, is this voice a monologue and smile of a woman floating from the mountain to me?

I stepped on the smooth stone and walked to the beach. I picked up a few stones at random and threw them into the clear stream. In an instant, I splashed a few smiling splashes, which visually felt like a drop of water falling on my face, giving me a moist and cool feeling. By the stream, looking at the running water, I saw a few yellow leaves falling on the mountain and leaving alone with a clear stream. At this time, I looked up and saw a pair of young men and women on the other side of the stream, sometimes holding hands, sometimes leaning against each other, sometimes men and women rolled up their trouser legs and wandered in shallow water, watching them laugh and splash freely, like a mountain stream flowing gently.

When I walked to the stone steps, I looked down at the reflection in the stream. There are mountain shadows, green trees, small pavilions, flying bluebirds, and swaying autumn clothes blown by mountain winds. For a moment, I was ashamed of the clean cheeks of a woman, beautiful the valley, quiet me and drunk the mountains.

I stood between mountains and rivers and looked at them. In fact, the mountains and the autumn scenery are also watching me. At this moment, I really felt the existence of Akiyama. Really, I can see everything clearly, such as the blooming of a wild flower, the growth of green leaves under a lush tree, the formation of wild fruits in the bushes, the sun shining on the stream, and the hazy figure of freedom and love wandering in the shallow water on the other side. In a trance, bloom, falling flowers, fallen leaves, autumn wind, the beautiful voice of a woman flowing in a stream, and the hazy and beautiful figure on the other side of the stream all feel unreal, just like a poem with beautiful artistic conception. Sometimes, I always pray that I can see all the vivid life thoroughly and all the lovely scenery truly, and the result often seems to be that I don't know anything at the end.

Guess what? I once wrote passionately that human love is the most beautiful in the world.

Do they know? I have really described that wild flowers bloom soft thoughts in the dust; I really listened to the amorous feelings of yellow leaves falling all over the mountain and the strings whispering in the autumn wind coming from my ears; I have clearly seen the graceful figure of a lovely woman sleeping naked by the sand and the flowing eyes of a woman. However, every time I step into the mountains, I can't help but be surprised by many voices from outside my life. It's just that I haven't heard a beautiful voice outside my life for a long time. However, I don't need to thank the mountain for its generous gift. The water is not thin and the autumn wind is pleasant. Maybe they don't care. I can only say that I sincerely love and cherish their voices outside their lives, so I will describe them with great interest from the heart.

Today, I am very tired and only have two legs. I walked along a completely deserted path, past a mountain pavilion, waded over a stream and climbed over two mountains. Suddenly, the mountain in front of me is steep, my heart beats a little, and my legs tremble a little. After all, I came up bravely. There was silence all around, and there was no one in Shan Ye. I can even hear my own slight breathing. Climb up again and find a clean stone step to have a rest. I turned around and suddenly saw three figures coming towards me at the foot of the mountain. I was very surprised. At that moment, I couldn't help but feel confident about climbing again.

I was climbing a mountain, and soon I walked into a flat land. At this moment, a lake appeared, clear and transparent. I asked myself curiously? How can this flat land emit such clear water? Maybe this is the source of the stream at the foot of the mountain. At this time, I was thinking that no matter what I do, as long as I am brave, I can succeed. Just like today, as long as you have enough courage to climb it, you will see the infinite scenery and the adventure in the dangerous peak forever.

I sat on a clean rock by the lake, looking at the sky, the green, the peaks, the hazy figure sitting in another pavilion, and the long Langfang in the reflection of the lake, giving people a bleak aesthetic feeling. Suddenly, a flock of gray pigeons flew out of the porch and into the green mountains. Perhaps the mountains are too quiet, this gentle step can surprise them, and the feeling will never disappear. They are deeply immersed in comfort. At this point, I actually forgot that this is the highest peak. Although there are no clouds, no beautiful and strange rocks, no morning bells and drums in temples and ancient temples, and no lush towering trees, I don't care about the scenery expected by this mountain, nor how famous a mountain is. I only care that when I reach the top of the mountain, my autumn heart is blown away by the gust of mountain wind, falling on the top of another rock and falling in the stream flowing down from the top of the mountain.

At this moment, I am not only happy, but also imaginative. At this moment, I have a sense of existence, feeling that I am a part of a mountain stream and have eternal significance with a thin woman.

It is at this moment that I understand that anything can be imagined and anything can enrich the freedom of imagination. This freedom of easy imagination emanates from the inside out, and the wandering, loneliness and disappointment before entering the mountain disappear instantly. Lotus Hill is really simple but not simple. You are lonely. I think this loneliness is also a kind of tranquility and beauty. I feel that lonely mountains and streams are not suitable for them.

China literati have two aspects: inspiration and leisure, especially the ancient literati. Once their inspirational career is frustrated, the lofty realm is always lonely. In order to avoid the troubles and disputes in the world, they always want to find a secluded mountain forest to hide, write poems and paintings and enjoy their own world.

I thought I could always find the footprints of those ancient cultures after climbing to the top of the mountain. Unexpectedly, people like Li Bai, Su Dongpo and Tao Yuanming. These ancient cultural giants didn't come here to dwell on the past, and there was no hiding place for ancient literati hermits in the mountains here. Perhaps Hualien Mountain is too close to Mount Tai, or perhaps the name of Mount Tai is too heavy. Lotus Mountain is hidden in the Xuanshan Mountain, and it has been hidden from literati since ancient times. Generally speaking, this mountain has not been a gathering place for intellectuals since ancient times. It lacks a cultural charm and a poet's amorous feelings, which is why the original ecological features and tranquility of the mountains here are so well preserved.

Yu, a master of culture, put it well: most of the world's famous mountains and rivers are advocated by literati, but too loud advocacy will lead to secular congestion sooner or later. ? I think Lianhua Mountain has no world where scholars have gathered since ancient times, but it has the loneliness, tranquility and beauty of modern original ecology. Speaking of which, I'm not a scholar, I'm just a tourist with a little culture. Honestly, I'm tired of the one in front, okay? Travel? Words. Then, Lotus Mountain-please allow me to say: I am a drifter with a little culture, perhaps these two words are closer to me, although I sometimes travel aimlessly. Every time I step into the mountain, I am quite devoted, quiet, happy and wonderful, and my heart is as lonely but full as theirs.

Lianhua Mountain, a stone staircase leading to the top of the mountain and surrounding the mountainside, spent more than five hours going up and down today. When I stood at the foot of the mountain again, the lush time had a shallow golden color. When I think of anxiety, curiosity, adventure and fatigue in the process of climbing the mountain, I will feel magnified happiness and joy after going down the mountain. Because this is the most complete and lonely landscape road I have never walked.

I know that after going down the mountain, my mortal heart has not calmed down. I still miss the wild flowers swaying all over the mountains, the cool mountain wind and a thin woman calling like a companion.

When I was about to leave, I looked at the hazy mountains that were fading away. I can only say with emotion, do the lonely scenery and lovely scenery belong to me? Do I belong to it? I know that a mortal's heart has not been calmed down, and it may be a little lonely. However, how can I appreciate the loneliness of this mountain, the quiet and lovely scenery and the beautiful flowing stream in this mountain?

Travel prose depicting beautiful scenery: spring on asphalt road

On a sunny morning, a pair of 36 1? The milky white backpack unfolded in the cool warm wind, and two fleeting figures drifted away from each other in the depths of colorful flowers. The campus is too big, and clusters of elegant Phalaenopsis kiss the feet of spring, but it is a harmonious little scene in gorgeous spring; The campus is too small to accommodate much spring scenery.

Chun is not a woman in a boudoir. She won a corner on the red wall, how can she be trapped by the brilliant spring scenery in the garden? If an apricot can't get out of the wall, we will cross this cliff fence to find the poetic, peaceful and peaceful spring rhyme written by Tao Lao. Silver winter covered with snow and ice is the most beautiful scenery. The hot flame makes people sweat. The setting sun dyed the maple leaves red, which is a gift of autumn. Show your own unique brand every season. Where is the rhyme of spring? The wind glides in the ear, soft as a feather, and the stretched bones are a little light. The wind is catching up with the wheels, gray houses are thrown out of sight, and bright green and peach powder come into view. Spring breeze blows on your cheeks, and peaches and willows praise the beauty of spring? Or near or far, or pink or green, smashed the colors of spring and melted into the fragrance. The whizzing vehicles raised bursts of dust, but they still couldn't hide the fragrance of rape flowers. If I am still waving to the wind, then the wind is pulling me away, grabbing my ears and brushing the hair tips on my temples. Is it cold to blow your face? , generally so comfortable.

On the Huang Po, a wisp of peach powder is exposed at intervals, with a faint green color and a faint fragrance. The white petals swayed in the breeze and then quickly disappeared behind them. Thousands of old trees roared to break through the imprisonment of winter, and the green power surged in the dry branches. There are more and more flowers in clusters. That layer of Huang Cancan's winter jasmine blocked the enchanting red almond tree in the back half. There are countless peach blossoms on the edge of the asphalt road, which is very charming. Large tracts of rape flowers are not dazzling and unassuming. Their unique introverted breath exudes peaceful and soft beauty. In the flower bed, it is the favorite iris. Huang Chengcheng's neck leaves are full of green, and she stands with a smile in the aura of spring. The speed is not urgent or slow, the spring scenery is fragrant, and the bright moon is half blue. Before the taste buds of lingering fragrance tasted any fragrance, another string of fragrance came to the sight. In the dust, there is also an unknown flower fragrance. Idle broken time is scattered, scattered without a skeleton, but also pieced together, without a crack.

Sighing the passage of time, isn't it a waste of a lot of beautiful spring scenery, and the stranded scenery disappears in that long sigh? It's better to be chic, pack your bags, take your camera and rent a beautiful mountain bike to find the beauty of your eyes and heart. Perhaps, it will stay in the flower bed beside the asphalt road, or perhaps, it is hiding in the colorful rape flowers. Looking for the footprints of grass, looking for the breath of flowers, looking for that kind of free young vitality and vitality, such as the rising sun. Go for an outing and fulfill your dream of traveling. In my young years, I dreamed of youth and explored a different world in the ordinary, so I have been walking happily.

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