Extract short sentences from beautiful scenery writing

There are probably the following countries:

Singapore, Singapore (Asia)

Kuwait, Kuwait (Asia)

Djibouti, Djibouti (Africa)

Luxembourg, Luxembourg (Europe)

Andorra, Andorra (Europe)

. San Marino (Europe)

Tunisia, Tunisia (Africa)

Guatemala, Guatemala (America)

Mexico City (America)

Panama City (America)

Vatican City (Europe)

El Salvador, San Salvador (America)

. Bissau (Africa) 2. Scenery sentence excerpt

Wonderful paragraph of environmental description (countryside, snow scene, reeds): The moon rises, the yard is very cool and clean, and the broken reed eyebrows are moist during the day, just in time to make up the seats.

A woman is sitting in the middle of the yard, her fingers twisted with silky and slender reed eyebrows. Reed eyebrows are thin and thin, jumping in her arms.

How many reeds are there in Baiyangdian? I don't know How many reeds are produced every year? I don't know

I only know that every year, when the reed leaves are yellow, the reeds in the whole lake are harvested and piled up, and in the square around Baiyangdian, it becomes a Great Wall of reeds. Women, making up seats in the yard.

how many seats have been compiled? In June, when the lake was full, there were countless ships transporting silvery white mats for export. Soon, all cities and villages around the country had dense and exquisite mats. Everyone rushed to buy: "Good mat, Baiyangdian mat!" In the spring and summer of 1937, there was a great drought in the central plains.

In May, the bottom of the Hutuo River was dried, and hot air rolled up the yellow sand to dry the red willow spreading on the river beach. Trigonella and other small flowers with variegated colors bloom at night and wither during the day.

the farmers said, don't look at this drought, it must be a year of flood. However, until the beginning of June, it was not raining, and the buyers and sellers who came home from Beiping and Baoding brought the news of Japan's invasion of North China to the countryside.

Farmers in Ziwu Town, Hebei Province, lie in the shade of the north dike of the village for a rest at noon. Under a big elm tree at the corner of the dike, there are two young women spinning at Huai.

judging from their looks and clothes, they all look like sisters. The younger one is sixteen or seventeen, and the older one is only twenty-seven. Sister's face is a little yellow and thin, and her eyebrows and eyes are a little sad; However, too much hope and premature enthusiasm have been fully revealed in my sister's expression and behavior.

The leaves above their heads did not move, and the cicadas screamed anxiously, and the rustling sticky excrement fell to the ground. There is a car in the distance, among the tall, short, yellow and green crops, the red mud and the foot of the car are flashing.

Two big Aconitum mules are running with their tails wagging in the hot midday sun. "Pushed open the door a look, wow! What a heavy snow! Mountains and rivers, trees and houses are all covered with a thick layer of snow, and Wan Li Jiangshan has become a world of powder makeup and jade. "

Then, write down the unique scenery of willow and pine and cypress after snow. Write static beauty first: "on the willow tree that has lost all its leaves, it is covered with hairy and shiny silver bars;" Pines and cypresses that are evergreen in winter and summer are full of fluffy pines and heavy snowballs. "

Write about dynamic beauty again: "A gust of wind blows, the branches sway gently, silver bars and snowballs rustle down, and the jade-like snow dust flutters with the wind, reflecting the morning sunshine and showing colorful rainbows." Inadvertently, snow has floated outside the window, and the long-overdue snow has fallen to the ground rapidly in the gloomy sky, volley across countless solitary lines, spinning and dancing with the wind, just like catkins falling from the sky, filling the sky for a time.

Like a fairy's scattered flowers, endless snowflakes fall from the depths of the sky, like a gentle and graceful fairy wearing a white skirt, paying tribute to all living things with graceful dancing, and then gently covering them on the roof, grass tips and leaves. In an instant, the true colors of everything are quietly covered by the first snow since winter, and replaced by a thin layer of snow, in a blink of an eye. Snowflakes are getting denser and denser, and they are scattered endlessly in the air.

The community is filled with countless hexagonal fairies like flowers and butterflies. They moisten everything silently, and decorate the community with slender magic sticks. Naughty fairies perform an excellent dance freely, happily and happily in the air, perhaps because they have stayed in the Heavenly Palace for a long time. They seem to release all their energy and render everything. Occasionally, a few snowflakes jump naughtily on the stainless steel shelves of every household, and from time to time, they make a ringing knock, which seems to create a little momentum for the empty community. However, the hexagonal delicate snowflakes quickly melt into water droplets and cling to the shelves washed clean by snow water. The wind blows leisurely and falters, but they still refuse to let it go.

In the melting snow, a new world is vaguely reflected. The snow is beginning to get smaller.

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

At that time, the sky was always blue, and the shadow of geese flying north was always reflected on the blue water. The green grass is covered with white and red flowers, white butterflies are flying up and down among the flowers, dragonflies land on the reeds in the distance, and a string of dew is surprised; Seeing that life is busy happily, my heart is filled with happiness. I drum my cheeks and blow the whistle made of reed leaves, and the sound of "beep" will spread far away on the river, and the sparrows who are scared can be quiet for a while. The first fallen leaf brought the message of autumn, and the weather soon cooled down.

In the courtyard, red, yellow and dead leaves fall all over the ravine; The wall has been swaying for a spring and a summer, and the green bristlegrass has also bowed its head in frustration. The geese returning to the south are changing their queues in the blue sky in late autumn. At this time, the river is a sea of reed flowers. The white velvet reed flowers look like dandelion flowers, but there is no dandelion's rude feeling. It will never abandon the reed, but silently face the bleak autumn wind with the intermittent autumn rain. Seasons like the Millennium and first frost fly by.

They seem to know: come and go with every season, in the near spring, the green elves will wake up. This winter, I have been studying in a foreign country thousands of miles away. I wonder if the reeds in my hometown are well, and the reeds have already bloomed? On the way to school, a clump of reeds flashed by outside the window, and I felt that they were like a messy and sad past. 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 already dissolved into my life, including the green water and the reed flowers.

article: the thinking reed recently returned to my hometown where I once "jumped in line to settle down". When I got off the boat, I saw the reed swaying in the wind on the embankment. Long time no see, friend! Reed was once considered as a symbol of desolation.

however, in my mind, these are everywhere. 3. Excerpt from writing beautiful scenery, shorter

A person has to cross the swamp, because there is no road, so he tries to walk. Although it was very dangerous, you could find a way by jumping left and right, but it didn't last long and didn't go far. You accidentally stepped into the mud and sank. Another man was going through the swamp, and when he saw the footprints of his predecessors, he thought: Someone must have walked by, and there must be no mistake in following others' footprints. I tried to step on it with my feet, and it was really real, so I walked on with confidence. Finally, I also stepped into the mud. Another man wanted to cross the swamp, looked at the footprints of the two men in front, and walked down without thinking. His fate was also conceivable. ..... Another person is going to cross the swamp, looking at the footprints of all the people in front, thinking: This must be a road leading to the other side of the swamp. Look, so many people have passed by, and I will certainly be able to walk to the other side of the swamp along this road. So he strode, and finally he sank into the mud.

The road in the world is not that the more people walk, the flatter and smoother they will be. Following others' footprints, not only can you not walk out of new ideas, but sometimes you may fall into a trap. 4. Sentences in articles about scenery

I will walk till the water checks my path, then sit and watch the rising clouds.

sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * the sky is the same. There are many silk in the sky above the main avenue, it is like the butter - like fine and moist, the overlook grass is vaguely connected, but it appears to be sparse in close range.

Ying Ying moonlight, I scooped a cup of the clearest, falling and lingering; I hold a wisp of the warmest; Burning red leaves, I pick up the hottest one; I pick a bunch of the most colorful herbs; Long life, I want to pick the most important thing in the world-perseverance ● The lake is alive, layers of scales and waves rise with the wind, accompanied by jumping sunshine, accompanied by my heart, chasing and playing again. ● The lake whispers slightly in the withered grass, and the flapping sound of one or two ducklings comes from time to time in the distance, which makes the lake more lonely and deserted on a moonlit night.

● Several white sails, like several snow-white feathers, float lightly and leisurely on this golden sea. The sea is full of ying ying. Under the setting sun, the waves jump like naughty children, and the water is golden.

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

● The lake is covered with a mist like blue smoke. From a distance, I can only vaguely distinguish the gray mountain shadow. ● The spray is a wonder of the sea, but she is more like a dancer. She can make people put aside their troubles and enjoy it to the fullest.

● The sea water is so blue that people feel that the color of jadeite is too light and the color of sapphire is too deep, which is difficult for a master to describe. ● The sunlight shines on the rippled lake, like spreading a layer of glittering broken silver on the water surface, and like a crumpled green satin.

Cold melody and cold colors outline the theme of winter. Drizzle.

fluttering. The sky is not cold enough.

take it easy in winter. The flashing snow is accompanied by the falling rain.

the silk and bamboo in the winter rain blew the prelude of snowflakes. The winter color becomes deeper and deeper in the haze.

From sighs to screams, the cold wind exhaled a series of "Jiujiu"! Look! Gently snowflakes, wandering at the end of the drizzle. The empty footprint, silent, leads the winter cold to run .................................................................................................................................................................

I silently watched the snow elves fly from the sky. That gentle flight is a transmission of winter news! Even if it melts in the air, it is a brave flying down! I was caught by the softness of converse laughing at snowflakes! The illusion of snow left Leng Yan, and the encounter with rain was a real encounter.

Snowflakes shake their hands and silently put on ice crystals. Winter rhyme is richer because of snow clothes! The gentle snowflake is small.

However, I devoted myself to the creation of winter feelings, devoted myself to the sunshine in severe winter, and offered my heart to the true meaning of winter! How can winter be without snow! How can there be no flying songs of snowflakes in winter? Winter is a silver truth. ..。 5. the beginning and end of the article about scenery

the scenery in the field in winter begins: what scenery can you see in winter when you live in the city? In fact, there is no scenery, because there is traffic everywhere. But in the field, there may be another harvest. What I saw when I went to my grandmother's house in the country during the winter vacation. End: This is the field in winter, a different kind of scenery. The winter color of the campus begins: in spring, flowers are in full bloom, willow trees are gradually waking up, and green buds are drawn from soft branches; Scared the sky, flourishing, cicadas kept shouting "hot dead, hot dead" in the tree; In autumn, leaves and branches are broken, and red maple leaves send you autumn postcards. In winter, the earth is covered with a layer of silver ... End: I am satisfied with this winter, and I have played so many interesting things in the snow. I have no regrets. There will be winter every year, but how many more will there be like this winter? . 6. Beautiful paragraphs about scenery (about 6 words)

Sunrise at sea Author: Ba Jin

In order to watch the sunrise, I often get up early. At that time, it was still not bright, and it was very quiet around, only the sound of the machine in the boat was heard.

The sky is still light blue, very shallow. In a blink of an eye, a hongxia appeared among the landlords connected with Tianshui. The range of hongxia is slowly expanding and getting brighter and brighter. I knew that the sun was going to rise from the horizon, so I didn't look there in a blink of an eye.

Sure enough, after a while, a small half of the sun's face appeared in that place. It was very red, but there was no light. The sun seems to be carrying a heavy burden, slowly, vertically, and vigorously rising. In the end, it finally broke through the clouds and jumped out of the sea completely. The color was really red and lovely. In a flash, this crimson round thing gave off a dazzling light, which made people's eyes ache. The cloud beside it suddenly brightened up.

sometimes the sun hides in the clouds, and the sun shines directly on the water through the cracks in the clouds. It is difficult to tell where the water is and where the sky is, and only a bright light is seen.

sometimes there are dark clouds on the horizon, and the clouds are still very thick. The sun rises and people can't see it yet. Its light gives the black clouds a glowing Phnom Penh. Later, the sun slowly emerged from the tight encirclement and appeared in the sky, dyeing patches of 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 a beautiful paragraph of the scenery

At this time, everything is silent, only the silent darkness of the warm night will surround them completely.

mocking bird, whose nest is in the flowers of rosa multiflora and Lonicera japonica, occasionally wakes up from a small dream and sings a shy and beautiful tune. Then, as if after careful consideration, it was completely silent again.

At night, the high You Lan sky is sparsely studded with gem-like stars, and the sky is always flashing like a ghost's eye, and the air is filled with the fresh breath of earth, fog and rice. The dreamy security of summer nights makes all living things seem to want the Russians to sleep. Although there are the faint cries of grasshoppers like Jin Lingzi, their voices are so thin and distant that they seem to be talking in a dream! It was near dusk, and the sun slowly got into the thin clouds and turned into a red ball.

A pink color appears in the western sky, which is redder and more delicate than the fat doll's face. The sun is the reddest around, so charming.

The red color spread everywhere, covering half the sky, and gradually faded from layer to layer until it turned gray. There is soft, transparent, clear and moist air floating in the sky.

The sunset seems to roll in the golden red rosy clouds, and then sink behind the gloomy horizon. The red fireball sparkled in Phnom Penh, bursting with two or three hot sparks, so the dark outline of the distant Woods suddenly emerged.