Writing excerpts of beautiful scenery and short sentences

1. A collection of excerpts of good scenery-writing sentences

There are probably the following countries:

Singapore, Singapore (Asia)

Kuwait, Kuwait (Asia)

Djibouti, Djibouti (Africa)

Luxembourg, Luxembourg (Europe)

Andorra, Andorra (Europe)

Monaco, Monaco (Europe)

San Marino, San Marino (Europe)

Tunisia, Tunisia (Africa)

Guatemala, Guatemala (Americas)

Mexico City, Mexico (Americas)

Panama City, Panama City (Americas)

Vatican City, Vatican City (Europe)

San Salvador, El Salvador ( America)

Guinea-Bissau, Bissau (Africa) 2. Excerpts of scenery sentences

Environmental description (rural areas, snow scenes, reeds) Wonderful paragraphs: The moon rises and the yard is cool It's very, very clean. The eyebrows that were worn out during the day are moist, perfect for making a mat.

The woman was sitting in the small courtyard, with her silky and slender eyebrows twisted around her fingers. Wei's eyebrows were thin and thin, jumping in her arms.

How many reed fields are there in Baiyangdian? have no idea. How many reeds are produced every year? have no idea.

I only know that every year when the reed flowers are flying and the reed leaves are turning yellow, all the reeds in the lake are harvested and piled up, forming a Great Wall of reeds in the square around Baiyangdian. The women were making mats in the courtyard.

How many seats are arranged? In June, when the lake is full, there are countless ships transporting silver-white mats for export. Soon, cities and villages everywhere have mats with dense and exquisite patterns for use. Everyone rushed to buy: "Good mat, Baiyangdian mat!" In the spring and summer of 1937, there was a severe drought in the Yizhong Plain.

In May, the bottom of the Hutuo River was dry, and the hot wind rolled up the yellow sand and dried up the red water willows that spread on the river beach. Trichosanthes and other small variegated flowers bloom at night and wither during the day.

Farmers said: Don’t look at the current drought, it will definitely be a flood year. However, it was not until the beginning of June that it rained heavily. The traders who came home from Peiping and Baoding to rest brought the news of Japan's invasion of North China to the countryside.

Farmers from Ziwu Town, Hebei Province, lay in the shade of the trees at the embankment in the north of the village to take a rest at noon. Under a big elm tree at the corner of the embankment, there were two young women spinning thread in front of each other.

Judging from their looks and clothes, they all look like two sisters. The younger one is sixteen or seventeen years old, and the older one is only twenty-seven or eighty-eight years old. My sister's face is a little yellow and thin, and her eyebrows are a little sad; however, too much hope and premature enthusiasm have been fully revealed in her expression and actions.

The leaves above their heads were motionless, the cicadas were chirping anxiously and harshly, and rustling armyworm droppings fell to the ground. There is a car in the distance, among the tall and short, yellow and green crops, the red mud and the wheels of the car are flashing.

Two big mules with black heads were running in the hot midday sun, tails wagging. "I opened the door and saw, oh! It's such a heavy snow! The mountains, rivers, trees, and houses are all covered with a thick layer of snow, and the mountains and rivers have turned into a world of pink makeup and jade."

< p> Next, write in detail the distinctive post-snow scenery of willow trees and pine and cypress trees. Let’s write about the static beauty first: “The willow trees with all their fallen leaves are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars; the evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs.”

< p> Let’s write about dynamic beauty: “A gust of wind blows, the branches sway gently, silver bars and snowballs fall rustlingly, and jade-like snowflakes flutter in the wind, reflecting the morning sun, showing A series of colorful rainbows. "Inadvertently, snowflakes were flying outside the window. The late-arriving snow was densely packed, falling rapidly to the ground in the gray sky, and streaking across the sky with countless lone lines, spinning and dancing in the wind. Like catkins falling from the sky, it filled the sky for a while.

Like a goddess scattering flowers, endless snowflakes fall from the depths of the sky, like a graceful fairy wearing a white skirt, paying tribute to all living things with graceful dance, and then gently covering the roof. On the grass tips and leaves, in an instant, the original appearance of all things was quietly covered up by the first snow since the beginning of winter, replaced by a thin layer of snow. In the blink of an eye, the snowflakes were decorated with the power of nature. Everything becomes mysterious. The snowflakes are getting denser and denser, scattering endlessly in the sky.

The community is filled with countless hexagonal elves that look like flowers and butterflies. They moisten everything silently and dress up the community with their delicate magic wands. The naughty elves are free and cheerful, They perform an excellent dance in the air, perhaps because they have stayed in the heavenly palace for a long time. They seem to release all the energy in their bodies and exaggerate everything.

Occasionally, a few snowflakes playfully jump high on the stainless steel shelves of every household, and from time to time they make a crisp knocking sound, "ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong". , but soon melted into water droplets, clinging to the shelf that was washed clean by the snow. The wind blew leisurely, and it was shaky, but it still refused to give up.

In the melting snow, a fresh world is vaguely reflected. The snow started to lighten up.

The plants seem to have absorbed enough nutrients and are waving to the falling snow, thanking the snow for its gift. When I was a child, I often stayed alone by the river.

The sky was always blue at that time, and the shadows of wild geese flying north were always reflected on the blue water; the green grass was dotted with white, white, and red flowers, and small white butterflies were among the flowers. Flying up and down, the dragonfly landed on the reeds in the distance, dropping a string of dewdrops. Seeing life happily busy, my heart was filled with joy, and I puffed out my cheeks and blew the whistle made of reed leaves, " The sound of "didi" will be heard far away on the river, and the noisy sparrows will be quiet for a while. The first fallen leaves bring the message of autumn, and the weather is quickly cooling down.

In the courtyard, red, yellow and yellow dead leaves filled the tile ditch; the foxtail grass that had been flaunting all spring and summer hung its head dejectedly on the wall, and the wild geese returning from the south were changing in the blue sky of late autumn. Queue. At this time, there is a sea of ??reeds in the river. The white velvet reeds resemble the flowers of dandelions, but they are not as ruthless as dandelions. They will never abandon the reeds, but silently welcome the pattering autumn rain. With the bleak autumn wind, seasons like white dew and frost fly by.

They also seem to know: one year old and one old, the green elves will wake up in the not-too-distant spring. This winter, I have been studying in a foreign country thousands of miles away. I wonder if the reeds in my hometown are well. The reeds have already bloomed, right? On the way to study, a clump of reeds flashed past the window. I actually felt that they were like a scattered clump of sad past events. I knew that I would not see the reeds in my hometown for a long time.

I like green, I think it is a vibrant color. Because the reeds in my hometown have long been integrated into my life, including the green water and the reed flowers.

Article: Thinking Reeds I recently returned to my hometown where I once "jumped in line and settled down". When I got off the boat, I saw the reeds swaying in the wind on the river embankment. Long time no see, friend! Reeds were once considered a symbol of desolation.

However, in my mind, these are everywhere. 3. Excerpts of beautiful scenery, shorter

Others’ Road A man wants to cross the swamp. Since there is no road, he walks tentatively. Although it was very difficult and dangerous, I was able to find a way by jumping left and right, but the good times did not last long. Before I went very far, I accidentally stepped into the mud and sank. Another person was about to cross the swamp and saw the footprints of his predecessors, so he thought: Someone must have walked through this, and there will be no mistake in following other people's footprints. I tried to step on it with my feet, and it was indeed real, so I walked on with confidence. In the end, he lost his footing and sank into the mud. Another person was about to cross the swamp. He looked at the footprints of the two people in front of him and walked along without thinking. His fate was also conceivable. ... Another person was about to cross the swamp. He looked at the footprints of the people in front of him and thought: This must be a road leading to the other side of the swamp. Look, so many people have walked through it. I will walk along this way. You will definitely be able to reach the other side of the swamp. So he strode forward, and finally he sank into the mud.

The road in the world does not become smoother and smoother the more people take it. If you follow the footsteps of others, you will not only fail to find new ideas, but sometimes you may fall into a trap. 4. Sentences from the article about describing scenery

Walk to a waterless place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.

The setting clouds and solitary swans fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but is not there up close.

In the full moonlight, I drink a cup of the clearest wine, and the afterglow falls; I embrace a wisp of the warmest beauty; in the scorching red leaves, I pick up a piece of the hottest one; in the luxuriant grass, I pick a bunch of the most brilliant ones. ; In the long life, I want to pick up the most important thing in the world - perseverance ●The lake is alive, with layers of waves rising in the wind, accompanied by the jumping sunshine, accompanied by my heart, chasing and playing again. ●The lake water whispers softly in the dead grass, and from time to time the flapping of one or two little ducks can be heard in the distance, making the lake surface even more lonely and deserted on a moonlit night.

●Several white sails, like a few pieces of snow-white feathers, drifted and drifted leisurely on the golden sea of ??water and sky. ●The sea water is full, and under the setting sun, the waves jump like naughty children, and there is a golden light on the water.

●The lake is hard, shining with beautiful luster like a piece of flawless emerald. ●The lake is quiet, like a bright mirror, clearly reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, red flowers and green trees.

●There is a mist like green smoke on the lake. Looking at the mountains in the distance, only the gray shadows of the mountains can be vaguely distinguished. ●The waves are a wonderful sight on the sea, but she is more like a dancer. She can make people put aside their worries and enjoy it.

●The sea water is so blue that it makes people feel that the color of emerald is too light and the color of sapphire is too deep. Even a famous teacher can't describe it.

●The sunlight shines on the fine ripples of the lake, like covering the water with a layer of sparkling broken silver, or like crumpled green satin.

The cold melody and lonely colors outline the theme of winter. drizzle.

Fluttering. The sky is not cold enough.

Winter style travels in style. The falling snow is accompanied by the falling rain.

The silk and bamboo of winter rain sounded the prelude of snowflakes. The winter colors become darker and darker in the haze.

From sighing to neighing, the cold wind calls out "nine-nine" one after another! look! Light snowflakes linger at the end of the drizzle. The footsteps of nothingness, soundless, lead the winter cold... The snowflakes dance lightly, free and easy, gliding in the rainy sky.

I silently watched the snow elf flying down from the sky. That gentle flight is the delivery of winter news! Even melting in the air is a brave landing! I was captured by Converse's gentle smile! The illusion of snow leaves a cold impression, and the encounter with rain is a real encounter.

With trembling hands, Snowflake silently put on the ice crystal outfit. Winter charm is enriched by snowwear! The light snowflakes are tiny.

But he is devoted to the creation of winter love, dedicated to the sunshine of severe winter, and dedicated his heartfelt words to the true meaning of winter! How can it be a winter day without snow! How can there be Feige in winter without snowflakes? Winter is a silver truth……. .. 5. The beginning and end of the article about scenery

The beginning of the scenery on the fields in winter: Living in a city, what scenery can you see in winter? In fact, there is not much scenery, because there are traffic everywhere. But in the fields, you may have another harvest. What I saw when I went to my grandma’s house in the countryside during the winter vacation. Ending: This is the field in winter, a different kind of scenery. The beginning of the winter scenery on campus: In spring, flowers are in full bloom, and willow trees are gradually waking up, with green buds sprouting from the soft branches; the sky is frightening, the branches are luxuriant, and cicadas are shouting "It's so hot, it's so hot" on the trees. ; In autumn, the remaining leaves and branches, and the flaming red maple leaves send you autumn postcards. In winter, the snow is white, and the earth is covered with a layer of silver...End: I am content this winter, in the snow I have played so many interesting things and have no regrets. Winter comes every year, but how many winters will there be like this year? . 6. A beautiful paragraph about describing scenery (about 60 words)

Sunrise on the Sea Author: Ba Jin

In order to watch the sunrise, I often get up early. It was not yet bright at that time, and the surroundings were very quiet. Only the sound of the machine in the boat could be heard.

The sky is still light blue, very light. In the blink of an eye, a red glow appeared on the land where the sky and water met. The scope of the red cloud slowly expanded and became brighter and brighter. I knew the sun was about to rise from the sky, so I looked there without blinking an eye.

Sure enough, after a while, the small half of the sun's face appeared in that place. It was very red, but there was no light. The sun seemed to be carrying some heavy burden, slowly, vertically and vertically, rising with all its strength. At the end, it finally broke through the clouds and completely jumped out of the sea. The color was so cute. In an instant, this dark red round thing emitted a dazzling light that made people's eyes hurt. The clouds next to it suddenly became radiant.

Sometimes the sun hides in the clouds, and the sunlight shines directly on the water through the gaps in the clouds. It is difficult to distinguish where is the water and where is the sky. All you see is a bright light.

Sometimes there are dark clouds in the sky, and the clouds are still very thick. The sun rises, but people cannot see it yet. Its light gave the black clouds a glowing golden edge. Later, the sun slowly broke through the siege and appeared in the sky, dyeing the clouds purple or red. At this time, not only the sun, clouds and sea water, but also myself became bright.

Isn’t this a great spectacle? 7. Write beautiful paragraphs to describe the scene

At this time, there was no sound, only the silent darkness of the warm night surrounded them.

Do The mockingbird nesting among the roses and honeysuckles occasionally wakes up from a small dream and sings a shy and beautiful tune. Then, as if after careful consideration, there was complete silence again.

At night, the high and blue sky is sparsely dotted with gem-like stars, and there are always flashes of fire like ghost eyes on the horizon. The air is filled with the freshness of soil, mist, dew and rice. breath. The unique dreamlike tranquility of summer nights makes all living creatures seem to want to sleep. Although there are the chirping of grass insects such as golden bells, the sound is so thin and distant that it seems to be saying Talking in sleep! It was almost dusk, and the sun slowly penetrated the thin clouds and turned into a red ball.

A pink color that was redder and more delicate than a fat baby’s face appeared in the western sky. The area around the sun is the reddest, so charming.

The red color spread in all directions, covering half of the sky, gradually getting lighter layer by layer until it turned gray-white. There is soft, transparent, clear, and moist air floating in the sky.

The setting sun seemed to roll in the golden-red clouds, and then sank behind the dark horizon. The golden edge of the red fireball shimmered, and two or three hot sparks burst out, and the dim outline of the distant woods suddenly appeared as continuous light blue lines.

Spring River Spring is coming. The wild flowers, grass, and willows on both sides of the river soften their yellow eyebrows and green eyes and stretch their soft arms in the caress of the river. When the morning fog disappears and the sun rises, the sunlight shines on the river, revealing a large area of ??red, which is like the blush on the face of a beautiful girl.

Gradually, the surface of the river was coated with a layer of golden light, and the breeze blew. Suddenly, the golden light was torn into countless pieces, floating on the surface of the river... Then look at the densely packed small fish in the river, playing There are ducks and duckweeds as big as small coins floating on the shore. All these make the river full of spring and full of vitality. Look at the spring river! On a spring morning in March, I came to the river again.

The gurgling water sings cheerful songs and flows eastward. The fish in the water swim freely, so happy! Several willow trees are combing their long hair by the river. The willow branches are slender and soft, cascading down like a waterfall, swaying their waists in the breeze. Looking closely, the willow buds are like green stars hanging on the branches, swaying and cute, and I seem to have become one of them, swinging with the willow branches.

"What a graceful weeping willow!" I couldn't help but sigh. The willow tree seemed to understand what I said, shaking its branches and saying: "Hi! Old friend, we meet again."

Spring scene Spring is a green world. A world full of fragrance.

Birds are singing, flowers are fragrant, and trees are green. These are the characteristics of spring. If you carefully peel away a piece of dead grass, you can see the small green shoots as thin as needle tips, tender, small, and extremely cute! That is Xiaocao.

If you open a piece of grass at random, you will find that cute little guy stretching! Looking at the grass, a warm and gentle wind suddenly blew. It was warm and pleasant. It was she who blew away the traces of winter and gave the earth new clothes. The breeze blows thousands of tender willow strands.

Look! The little willow branches are tender and yellow, and I can't help but remind me of He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willow": jasper makes up a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors! Spring path Facing the spring breeze, we set foot on the country road.

The grass has been sleeping all winter on the roadside, stubbornly sticking its head out from the ground. Although only a little bit is seen, green and weak, it brings infinite vitality to the earth.

Some unknown little flowers, a cluster here, a cluster there, are scattered beautifully on the ridge of the field. The industrious little bees were flying among the flowers, busy collecting nectar, and seemed to have no intention of stopping.

I can’t help but express my heartfelt admiration, what a hard-working little guy! In the spring of the countryside, we came to Wuli Town and entered the countryside. On the hillsides and in the fields, there were rapeseed flowers in all directions, and the earth was full of vitality. Under the sun's rays, rapeseed flowers sparkle on the mountains.

We came to the place where the Plum Blossom Festival was held, and I saw this place full of plum blossom trees. A gust of spring breeze blew, and Auntie Willow danced gracefully, as if she was swinging a magic wand.

The green grass on the ground bent down, as if dancing ballet; the bright flowers on the ground seemed to be smiling at me. Hey, who is tickling me? I raised my head and looked, oh! It turned out to be Aunt Willow.

Spring Garden Accompanied by the afterglow of the setting sun, I walked in the quiet garden and leisurely admired the new greenery in the garden. What caught my eye the most were the saplings that had just sprouted.

Look, that little ginkgo tree, with some small emerald green buds dotted on the round trunk. Needless to say, for such a beautiful work, it must be the spring breeze that looks like scissors. The masterpiece created. Beside the ginkgo tree, there are many small trees, which are sprouting buds one after another under the blowing of the spring breeze.

The leaves of some small trees grow very early. At this time, they are already full of green on the branches. It really seems like someone has applied a layer of wax to them. With the afterglow of the setting sun, they look unique. flavor. 8. A beautiful paragraph describing the scenery

Above the twists and turns of the lotus pond, you can see the fields of leaves. 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, like stars in the blue sky, and like 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.

The moonlight is like flowing water, quietly flowing on this leaf and flower. 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 veil. Although it was a full moon, there was a thin layer of clouds in the sky, so it couldn't shine brightly; but I thought this was just the right thing - a sound sleep is essential, but 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.

There are trees all around the lotus pond, 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 beauty of the willows can also be distinguished in the smoke. Faintly looming above the treetops is a distant mountain range, 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.

Imitation: The clear sky in summer is brilliant, the sky is so blue, the sunlight is so strong, the sky and the earth are in dazzling light. During the year, the summer sun is the most industrious. It gets up early in the morning, and the morning light is already dim at five or six o'clock in the morning. At six or seven o'clock in the evening, the moon is about to crowd it out, but the industrious sun is still there. Lingering, never "getting off work".

Summer is hot. According to the different degrees of heat, summer can be divided into early summer, midsummer and late summer.

Early summer is longing for. After spending a long and terrifying winter, people are tired of winter. Although spring is full of flowers, it is relatively short after all. In early summer, people can finally take off the miscellaneous clothes wrapped around their bodies. Ladies can wear elegant dresses, revealing their snow-white skin and slender figure; gentlemen can wear trousers and T-shirts, looking relaxed. In early summer, it is the most comfortable and enjoyable to eat ice cream, sleep on a mat, cover yourself with a thin quilt, and have wide open doors and windows. When you are happy, you can go to the swimming pool and jump around like a fish in water, and it is a great pleasure. In the north where there is always ice and snow, early summer is a golden season. At that time, the countryside and wilderness were active and beautiful. White clouds float slowly in the sky, and farmers are working hard on the vast land. Tender willow silk hangs low beside the quiet river. The river finally thawed and became energetic. Small fish, small loaches, and small frogs were all jumping around happily. The urchins by the river were even more happy, breaking the tranquility of the wilderness: "Look! Come and see!" Loach, this is a little loach!” The shouts and laughter floated in the morning when the flowers were in bloom, making people deeply feel the joy of summer.

Midsummer is the most painful time of the year, which makes people feel helpless. The midsummer sun is almost "vicious". It seems that it intends to go against mankind and take revenge on mankind. People are so angry that they curse it and even want to imitate Hou Yi and shoot out this "poisonous sun".

In midsummer, the sun goes wild almost every day, waving its copper shield across the sky filled with yellow smoke. Describing midsummer is inseparable from describing the sun in midsummer and the various consequences that the sun's heat brings to nature and humans.

Describing the scene of midsummer, Lao She has an extremely wonderful fragment in "Camel Xiangzi", which makes people feel immersed in it:

On June 15th, it was so hot Crazy. As soon as the sun came up, the ground seemed to be on fire, and some gray air that looked like clouds but not clouds, or mist but not mist floated low in the air, making people feel suffocated. ...The willow trees on the street seemed to be sick, with leaves hung with a layer of dust and curled up on the branches; the branches were too lazy to move, hanging down listlessly. There was not a single drop of water on the road, which was dry and glowing white. The dust on the sidewalk flew up high and connected with the gray air in the sky, forming a vicious formation of gray sand that burned the faces of passers-by. It's dry everywhere, it's hot everywhere, and it's stuffy everywhere. The whole old city is like a well-fired brick kiln, making people breathless. Dogs crawled on the ground and stuck out their red tongues, the nostrils of mules and horses dilated extremely wide, vendors did not dare to shout, the asphalt road melted away, and even the bronze plaques in front of the shops seemed to be melted by the sun.

Here, Lao She writes about the heat of Beijing in midsummer. The willow trees seemed to be sick due to the heat, and the leaves were "curled" and almost no moisture was left in the sun. Beijing has a dry and dusty climate. Days of exposure to the sun have left "not a single drop of water" on the road. Therefore, the dust and the gray air from the sky have formed a "vicious gray sand array", making the entire city "dry" and "hot to the touch". ", "suffocated", just like a "burned brick kiln", which shows the extent of people's suffering. Then Lao She wrote that dogs, mules and other animals were also so hot that they "spouted out their red tongues" and "opened their nostrils extremely wide." Asphalt will melt at high temperatures, and usually requires burning firewood to melt it. In summer, asphalt roads in Beijing also open automatically, which shows how high the temperature is.