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Examples of scenery description in Lao She's works;

It rained in Mao Mao in mid-April. The sun shines, and the autumn wind sends cool. The young leaves are still small, but there are some green leaves everywhere. Shy Chunyang only gently leaned out some soft light from the thin clouds, and the figures and shadows on the ground were very weak. The wild peach blossoms bloomed the earliest, and the faint pink was swaying in the wind and rain, like a weak village girl, dressed simply and beautifully. -"two horses"

Examples of scenery description in Wang Tongzhao's works;

The weather is intoxicating warmth, which happens to be the season when cherry blossoms fall out. The fine sand pavement is covered with messy pink flowers, some of which are hung on the paved green grass. Several pear trees are also dotted with white petals. The hills in the north and west are covered with light blue clothes schools, and swallows jump back and forth in the forest. This is the last spring of a good year, and there are beautiful scenery everywhere, which makes people linger. -"Shan Yu"

Examples of scenery description in Zheng Zhenduo's works;

The scenery along the road is really good. The midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River was once a paradise on earth. There is no barren land along the way, only green rice, green trees and green mulberry trees. Occasionally, I saw some ponds with thick lotus leaves and tiny rhombic leaves floating on the water. -A "bird"

Examples of scenery description in Zhou Libo's works;

The sun shone through the dense leaves of elm trees and cast shadows on the ground. The south wind in late summer and early autumn brought the new fragrance of wheat and wormwood. Late summer and early autumn in northern Manchuria are beautiful seasons and the best days of the year. The weather is neither too cold nor too hot, and there is still some cyan in the field, so people are not too busy. -The Storm

Examples of Xu Chi s Travel Prose;

I saw the clouds coming, soaring on the Wenshuyuan and the balcony, drifting across the Donghai Gate and Xihai Gate, and permeating Beihai Hotel and Baieling. So erratic; If it is changeable. Between milliseconds, the scenery is different; The same place, changing rapidly. Sometimes the sun is shining, sometimes the rain is flowing. But there will always be clouds floating away; The whole park, hidden in it. A few pine trees, a few pine watchers, dissolved and dissolved; There are ancient landscapes and simple brushwork. And the wind roared, shaking the pine trees like dragons and phoenixes, showing their vigor and color. Their roots are embedded in crevices, the color is like granite, and they are generally loyal. They have wavy awnings trimmed by the wind; Because of the wind, they spread their wings like flying. Looking down from the top of the mountain, they look like moss, covered with rocks; Looking up from the mountainside, they are like daughters in the sky, slim and elegant. Fold along the rock wall and one by one will come out. The gauze is light and the exposed figure dances lightly. And this kind of dancing wind blows the clouds in a variety of ways, which is dazzling. Whether the cloud is scattered or gathered; The mountain peaks are flashing. It was raining cats and dogs just now, and it was foggy, but it stopped and dispersed in less than one thousandth of a second. On the solemn Tiandu Peak, Hada was put away; The beautiful lotus seed peak unveiled a cicada-like veil. As soon as the sun shines, Dan Cliff is golden. At this time, the sea of clouds is rolling, such as the tide of Haining, and it goes straight to the cliff bank in front of Wenshuyuan Hotel. The cinnabar peak was swallowed up, the powder peak reached the bottom of the wave, the ploughed Yunfeng became an island, and Aoyufeng swam among the snow waves. The waves are calm and the moonlight is dazzling. At this time, the Wenshuyuan is in the south, and Scorpio's whole body, like a dragon, lies motionless in front of me. Waiting for someone to ride, you can take off. But when I woke up suddenly in a quiet hotel with dark blue mountains and peaks, I got up gently and saw that the mountains and peaks were only dark, but the morning glow was gradually purple, blue and green.

The rising sun showed the first light. I have never seen this bright red so red, nor have I seen this bright red so fresh. In an instant, the fireball flew up and the rosy clouds were hidden in the gaze. Light and shadow are ever-changing, and space shoots hundreds of beams. Wansonglin is beautiful, and Yungu Temple is radiant. Suddenly I saw a precious glass lamp hanging high in front of my peak. Colorful, fireworks scattered in the dock. Fireworks are flying. Darkness changed color, and omnipotent clouds gathered again. Sheng Guan sings together, and the mountain calls the valley. The wind is urgent. In front of the west sea, the snow waves are surging. In front of Paiyun Pavilion, just like a busy seaport, there are packages of soft goods loaded and unloaded on the dock. How I want to sail from here. But there are many reefs and the waves are big and sinister, which can definitely smash my sail mast and overturn my ship.

I crossed the jungle path and ran up the left peak. There is a platform on the ground where you can see the sea. But it's very strange to see the vast and boundless Three Seas and Penglai. I walked through dense forests, climbed strange peaks, wound my way through dangerous cliffs and stepped into deeper waves. A reed can sail, and I reached Feilai Peak in the center of the sea. I'm more interested in traveling, and I'm on the cloud again. There is no sign on the map of Huangshan Mountain, and there is no mention of any travel notes. There are no stone steps, paths, routes and directions in the cloud. Only in the crevices of rocks, in the roots of pine trees, and in the wrinkles of snow waves, I went overseas. There are four sets of thick clouds, which are boundless in all directions. Suddenly I met a drug farmer and told me that this place is called Overseas Five Peaks. He showed me the highest honor of Huangshan Mountain, a ganoderma lucidum, with a head and a tail, and the color was bright red as coral. He showed me the way, and he went down the rope to a valley of dozens of feet. He is flying and swinging. Huangshan belongs to him and to such a drug farmer. I don't know how many clouds I have crossed and how many mountains I have climbed. I found myself on the explosion peak, in front of the bright top. Rain is coming, so I'll hide in the weather station. Huangshan also belongs to them, these young scientists, and they invited me into their research room. It rained cats and dogs. At this time, the meteorologist congratulated me because I would see the best scenery.