Look for good words and sentences to describe the weather.

Spring is full, the sun is like fire, the autumn is crisp and the snow is falling.

Winter is rainy, smoky, cold and cold.

Spring is blooming, the sun is shining, the north wind is whistling and snowflakes are falling.

Wan Li is clear, sunny, raining cats and dogs, sunny.

There are no clouds in Wan Li, gold is flowing in the stone, the clouds are cloudy and sunny, and the breeze is blowing gently.

Change, snow and ice, spring dew and autumn frost, storm

Spring is in full bloom, full of spring, full of spring breeze and infinite spring.

The four seasons rejuvenate, the grass is lush, the spring breeze is pleasant, and the spring breeze leaks.

Beautiful spring, spring flowers and autumn moon, spring flowers and autumn fruits, spring flowers and fragrant grass.

Spring returns to the earth, Chunlan Qiuju, spring blossoms, and spring is sultry.

All loves, the mountain is laughing, the sea is deep, and autumn is killing.

Spring grows in summer, autumn harvests in winter, spring bamboo shoots are in full bloom, and spring frog Qiu Chan.

The spring is full, the spring is hazy, red and green, and the flowers are red and green.

Flowers and birds sing, dead trees meet spring, flowers bloom in the dark, and spring leaks out.

All the love, bright flowers, birds and flowers, double orange fighting wine.

Looking for flowers and asking for willows, wind and rain, singing and dancing, mushrooming.

Spring has feet, delicate fragrance and thin shadow, flowers bloom and fall, colorful.

Advocate a smelting a leaf, one inch thick, hibiscus out of the water, destroy the blue and fold the jade.

Lots of flowers, all kinds of peaches and plums, all kinds of enthusiasm, all kinds of red and green.

The wind and rain are shaky, the wind is charming, the flowers are floating, and I admire myself.

Guifu Lan Xiang, Guilin Zhiyi and Guizi are fragrant and in bud.

Buds are about to bloom, red is dying, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and fallen leaves know autumn.

Quite critical, autumn wind, golden wind, wild goose sound.

Autumn is crisp, the sky is clear, spring is planted and autumn is harvested, and Chunlan Qiuju.

The autumn wind is bleak, the autumn rain is continuous, and a cluster of golden colors.

A cluster of fiery red, late autumn, Qiu Lan fragrance, Feng Dan welcomes autumn.

The maple forest is like fire, the autumn wind blows gently, and the silver makeup is frozen for three feet.

It's cold, snowy, windy and snowy.

Thousands of miles are frozen, the north wind is cold, the weather is freezing, and the snow is ruthless.

The vast snow, dripping into ice, dripping into ice, fire trees and silver flowers

Mountain dancing silver snake, original wax elephant, dusty, flying sand and stones.

Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky is soft.

The harmonious brilliance, clear and ethereal, makes people want to hear a soaring lark sing.

If you look at the blue sea, you want to see the white sails. Sunset is the wing of time, when it flies away.

The moment is extremely gorgeous. So dusk.

The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; There is a strong white light in the air.

Like a microwave jumping on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, pieces of sorghum are always swaying.

Plump ears are like fluctuating red water; The dead leaves were touched by the fields.

Faded colors.

What a beautiful autumn, here, it is no longer scorched earth and ashes, but Wanshan.

A bustling place with red carpets in the wind. Korean pine covered with elastic skin is still alive,

Standing proudly on the high rocks, the whistle in the valley is jubilant, and the white hope flutters slowly in the rice fields.

When the steep west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; Be a stranger's child

When I saw the last wild goose flying south; When the vast weeds are swaying.

When the tree turns yellow-at this time, it is autumn, and the tree loses its leaves.

The season is over.

A fireball-like sun hung in the blue sky in July, and the clouds seemed to be melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.

Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.

The breeze blows gently, the warm sunshine covers the earth, and the grass spits out buds under the sunshine bath.