Did you describe the beauty of mountains and water? Please tell me.

The lake is surrounded by continuous peaks. The lake is green and crystal clear. When there is no wind, the level is like a mirror, and the shadows of white clouds and green hills are reflected on the lake, and the mountains and rivers blend together. Fish, large and small, shuttle through the water, as if swimming between mountains and white clouds, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.

On both sides of the river, even the mountains are deep blue. The mountains are often covered with white snow, but the river is as clear as jade.

The mountains and rivers here are as beautiful as Zhong Ling, the cottages here are quiet and ancient, the mountains and rivers here are lush, the ponds here are sparkling, the smoke here lingers in the mountains, the smoke here rises above the stockade in the morning and evening, the mountains here are connected with the sky, the water is connected with the mountains, and the landscape plants, ancient buildings and folk customs are all smart in the simple and natural ecological environment.

Looking up at Tianhu Mountain, I saw rugged green mountains, lush trees, vast blue sky and misty clouds, which just constituted an elegant ink landscape painting.

In the distance, strange peaks stand tall, mountains are connected, green and steep, and clouds cover the fog. The shadowy mountains are like a sleeping fairy, covered with cicada-like gauze, affectionate and silent.

Although the mountain is silent, it is not. The waterfall that falls straight down is its roar like a crack in the ground; The gurgling stream is its beautiful piano sound; The gurgling spring is the display of its wonderful sound; The roaring pines are the mountain's protest against the strong wind; The crisp ticking is the record of the mountains to the past years.

A river of autumn water is still clear and blue. The autumn mountains on both sides of the strait are still welcoming people gracefully. When the Cangjiang River bends a few times, there are several clusters of reeds and several curved villages dotted there. When you are sitting in the cabin, as long as you look up, you will see the red leaves of Chinese tallow trees on the river bank and the green hills in the sky not far away.

The mountains exposed from the clouds are floating in clusters like islands. The surrounding mountains are like a colorful cloth. The mountains and waves are stacked on top of each other. The mountains are dark and boundless, and the knives and axes are indomitable. The undulating loess hills are really like the waves of a big flood. Longshan is like a big grave, standing in the night. The mountains on both sides of the Xiajiang River go straight up and down, which makes people dizzy. The deep valley is strangely quiet and cold. The ravine is full of snow, as high as the back of the mountain, and it has become a flat snow paved square. At the beginning of the morning, the mountains are like shy girls, looming and the sun is setting. Standing here, it's strange that the mountain has changed. Their shapes are very different from those seen from the plains or mid-levels. They become very layered, messy, majestic and strange. Look up, the mountain is the sky, and the sky is also the mountain. It seems that your nose can touch the mountain at any time. I saw a misty giant peak protruding in the distance, surrounded by dozens of small stone peaks. A closer look shows that the giant peak is like the Monkey King holding a golden hoop, and those small peaks are like monkeys scratching their ears and cheeks. Look, the Monkey King is taking his children to kill the worse. Under the pale sky, the mountains are as black as iron and solemn. The red sun rises and the peaks are deep blue. Then, the mist appeared, and the milky white yarn separated the heavy mountains, leaving only the blue peaks, which really looked like a refreshing landscape painting. After a while, the fog cleared again, and the bare rock wall and steep rock wall were dyed deep red by the sun's light and gradually turned into bronze, which was particularly magnificent against the background of green trees and fields.

When I arrived at Tiegong Temple, I saw the Sanskrit Monk Building opposite Qianfo Mountain, competing with pines and cypresses. It was red as fire, white as white, blue as indigo, and green as green. Some plants were sandwiched in it, just like a big painting by Zhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty, which reflected ten miles of long mountains in the lake, making it clear. The trees on the balcony are particularly glorious, more beautiful and clearer than the Qianfo Mountain above. On the south bank of the lake, there is a market, but there is a layer of reeds, dense and dense. Now it's time to spend. A white flower reflects the sunset with moisture, like a pink carpet, making a cushion for the upper and lower mountains, which is really unique. (Liu E: Travels of Lao Can, page 1 1) ... The peaks standing behind the wall are almost towering into the sky, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, all dark rocks. In some places, it is very prominent and seems to be falling down; Some places are sunken again, as if there is a deep cave inside. Between the upper and lower cracks of the rock, there are wild miscellaneous trees with curved branches everywhere, which look like the coarse hair of a giant. Paint a layer of boundless twilight and erase the shadow of dusk, which is even more ferocious and horrible. (Ai Wu: "Twilight Walking", Selected Short Stories of Ai Wu, p. 38 1-382) The surrounding mountains are undulating, like a large group of animals, immersed in the morning fog of Huang Chengcheng; The snow-capped Mount Elbrus stands in the south, connected with a row of frozen peaks, and white clouds floating from the east wander between these peaks. ([Russia] lermontov: Contemporary Heroes, p. 153- 154) Before his eyes, the mountains spread out continuously, as if they were as mysterious as metaphysical philosophy, and his soul seemed to verify the incredible creation of nature from the lofty form of the mountains. Far away, on a towering mountain peak, there is a small temple standing vaguely in that incredible atmosphere, like a lonely bird looking for shelter. ([India] Primchand: Gordan, P.117-118) Under the pale sky, the mountains are as black as iron and solemn. The red sun rises and the peaks are dark blue; Then, the mist appeared, and the floating white gauze separated the heavy mountains, leaving only the blue peaks, which really looked like a refreshing landscape painting. After a while, the fog cleared again, and the bare rock wall and steep rock wall were dyed deep red by the sun's light and gradually turned into bronze, which was particularly magnificent against the background of green trees and fields. The high Qinglongling still covers the villages along the river with its blue and cold mountain shadows. It's quiet in the morning. Under the burning sky, the mountains embrace the snow, which is blue, cold and faint, as if it had been buried for thousands of years. It is painfully and stubbornly silent and never says a word to anyone. Snow-capped mountains, against the extremely blue sky, reveal its extremely white posture. Two primary colors, pure white and pure blue; And even the shadows on the back slopes and gullies are actually blue, which is the same color as the clear sky. This makes people feel that the snow-capped mountains seem to be transparent. It depends directly on the blue sky; That white is dazzling, and so is that blue. Snow-capped mountains are far out of reach; The snow-capped mountains are just like in front of your eyes. You can clearly see snow slopes, cliffs, valleys and towering snow peaks, see its height and shadow, and see its huge color blocks and clear lines, which are in sharp contrast and soft fusion. This is the true color. Among the Three Gorges, only Wuxia Gorge is the longest, with mountains on both sides, gloomy ancient trees, covering the river surface and exposing the blue sky in the middle. Unless the sun and moon are in the middle, there will be light passing through. Within a few hundred miles, there was no one on the shore, only the apes cried day and night. Therefore, there is a saying: "The Wuxia Gorge of the Three Gorges in Badong is long, and the apes sing three times to break the guest's intestines." (Feng Menglong: Dreaming of Loneliness and Awakening the World, page 500) Really, I'm afraid I can't see such a charming scenery anywhere: below us is the Koiso Valley, which runs through the Aragwa River and another river, like two lines; Light blue fog flows in the valley, is illuminated by the warm dawn, and floats to the nearby canyon; There are snow-capped and bushy ridges on the left and right, one high and one low, intertwined and endless; In the distance is the same mountain, but no two rocks are similar in shape. The snow on the mountain is so jubilant and shining with rose color that people really want to stay here for a lifetime. The sun shows its face slightly from behind the dark blue mountains, and only the eyes accustomed to this scenery can distinguish the mountains from the clouds. ([Russia] Lemento: Contemporary Heroes, pp. 28-29) If an artist here wanted to describe the most dreamy, coolest, quietest and most attractive romantic spring scenery in the whole Saco Valley, what theme would he use? The company drew many trees, and the trunk of each tree was hollow, as if there was a hermit and a cross there; There is a meadow and a group of animals. A wisp of smoke floated out of the hut over there. A labyrinthine path winds straight through the distant Woods to the mountains with overlapping greenery. However, although this picture is like a dream, although this pine tree shakes its fallen leaves on the shepherd's head, if the shepherd's eyes are not fixed on this magical stream, everything will be in vain. ([America] Melville: Moby Dick, page 4) Inside Fallon Valley, the soil is rich in oil, and the atmosphere is warm and fermented. In summer, everything is hissing; In this case, even frivolous love has to become a lingering and warm affection. Therefore, I was originally a thoughtful and intentional person, and now I am fascinated by the surrounding scenery. (Hardy: Tess of the D 'Urbervilles, p. 204) A ray of bright sunshine shines on the verdant cliff. There are interesting grasses on the cliff, some with golden flowers, some with crimson and sharp red azaleas. On the cliff, a boulder looks down at the running water and seems to jump down from mid-air at any time. Several kudzu vines hung on this big stone, and strings of purple flowers hung among the green leaves. On top of the rock is a low masson pine with winding branches. (Yao Zhu: Li Zicheng, Volume 1, Page 776) Uplifted rocks, with short trees growing on them, become furry; The bottom of the rock was washed away by the Afuna River. This position makes it somewhat like a giant turtle lying on the water and an arch bridge. From the bottom, you can see a beautiful river. The Avona River seems to be sleeping here, with waterfalls pouring between boulders at the end; There are several short willows on the stone, which are often swayed by water power, like some springs. ([France] Balzac: Farmer 26-27) The mountain split from top to bottom, leaving a gap in the middle, and the path passes through the gap. There are huge stone walls on both sides, and a raging torrent runs between cracks. The air is cold and granite looks black. Looking up, the blue sky is dazzling. ([France] Mo Bosang: "Life" page 67) This pile of rocks guards a gateway-like place ... A little further, the mountain has shaken off the grass and flowers, leaving only heather to make clothes and rocks to make gems-there, the mountain turned barren into wilderness and delicate into severity-there, the mountain guarded the lonely remnants of hope and the last hiding place of silence. ([English] Charlotte Brontexq: Jane Eyre, page 525) After climbing a hillside, I really saw a abode of fairies and immortals about seven or eight miles away. Stand up and look, it's good to go outside! But: smoke and clouds scatter colors, and the sun and the moon shake the light. A thousand years old Cooper, ten thousand knots pruning. Millennium Cooper, Ran Ran in the rain; Ten thousand knots of repairs, a valley full of smoke. Exotic flowers and brocade outside the door, fragrant Yao grass by the bridge, abrupt and moist stone cliffs and long vertical walls. When I smell the crane, I see the phoenix flying. When the crane clangs, the sound vibrates far away from Jiu Hao; Phoenix rises and its feathers are colorful. Seeing mysterious apes and white deer in the shadows, let the golden lion and jade elephant hide. Looking at the spirit and happiness, it is simply heaven! I saw the cave door closed and there was silence. Suddenly, I turned around and saw a stone tablet standing on the cliff head, about three feet high and eight feet wide. There is a line of ten characters on it, which reads: "Lingtai Fangshan, Xieyue Sanxing Cave." (Wu Cheng'en: Journey to the West, p.112) Cave dwellings and summer resorts; The number of weapons entered is a little narrow, that is, it suddenly bottomed out. There is a sinus at the bottom where snakes can enter. Candles and paints are dark and unpredictable. ..... sharp body inserted in. Fortunately, the pass is only thicker than the blockage, that is, the high pier is wide and standing. The stones on it are uneven and dangerous and will not fall. The two walls are rugged, and the temple is in the shape of birds, animals and ghosts; If birds fly, animals behave, people sit and stand, and ghosts are confused and angry; It is strange that there are many kinds of ugliness and few kinds of beauty. (Pu Songling: Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio Tea Cliff Cave, page 537) After I drilled this tunnel, I found that the top of the cave suddenly rose, almost twenty feet high. I looked around the walls and top of this basement or cave. It was really brilliant, and there was nothing on the whole island. I saw the wall reflecting my candlelight, emitting a thousand rays of sunshine. As for diamonds, precious stones or gold, I don't know. The place where I am now is really the most beautiful cave, although there is no light in the dark. The underground is dry and flat, covered with a fine layer of sand and stone, so you can't see any disgusting or poisonous insects and snakes in it, and the top and walls are not wet at all. ([English] Defoe: Robinson Crusoe, page 157- 158) In fact, the wonder of Shanyun Cave lies not only in its unfathomable, hidden "murder", but mainly in its amazing ability to spit out clouds. Yundong is very measured and never casual. Once the cloud comes out, Fiona Fang will be 100 years old. Therefore, the locals regard Izumo Cave as a magical "weather station". When the clouds appear from the cave, it is a wonderful spectacle of Mount Hengshan in Beiyue. At first, wisps of clouds slowly floated out of the cave, to the top of the mountain, and covered the top of the mountain. From a distance, the clouds were flying. Hengshan is like a sitting old man with white hair. After about three hours, the clear sky of Hengshan Mountain became gloomy, and then the cloud cave really began to release clouds. Clouds emerged from the cave, floated down from the top of the mountain and spread to the foot of the mountain. In an instant, a magnificent mountain lost its former majesty and was dissolved by the fog. The whole Hengshan Mountain seems to have formed a huge "white cocoon". Then it began to rain cats and dogs. Along the way, there are forests everywhere. Walking, walking, he found a cave, ah! What a magical world this is! Stalagmites are everywhere, just like people, with strange rocks and different shapes. Some are like a lion's roar, some are like tigers descending the mountain, some are like Shan Ying spreading his wings, and some are like galloping horses. Thick and bright spring water dripped from cracks in the rock wall. "Ding Dong! Ding Dong "Tick tock!" "Tick tock!" It's like a drum rushing to make the whole cave buzz. There it is. It's like being in a battlefield with thousands of troops. Inspiring.

Even the mountains on both sides of the river are deep blue. The mountains are often covered with a little white snow, but the river is as clear as jade. Traveling in such a river, looking at the water and mountains, and realizing the bravery of sailors in their work and diet, I can't help smiling often in loneliness!

-Shen Congwen's "Auspicious San Ji"

★ A river of autumn water is still clear. The autumn mountains on both sides of the strait are still welcoming people gracefully. When the Cangjiang River bends a few times, there are several clusters of reeds and several curved villages dotted there. When you are sitting in the cabin, as long as you look up, you will see the red leaves of Chinese tallow trees on the river bank and the green hills in the sky not far away.

-Yu Dafu's "Smoke Shadow"

★ Although the water flow has been liberated from the mountain relative to the upstream, it is still quite turbulent, so it is quite unrestrained. The river is quite vast, and there are always islands of different sizes, wearing new miscellaneous trees. Although spring and summer are green, winter becomes a sparse cold forest. The water color, except the red in the summer flood period, is thick sky blue. The sound of the beach, far and near, has been singing.

-Guo Moruo's Under Mount Emei

The lake is surrounded by continuous peaks. The lake is green and crystal clear. When there is no wind, the level is like a mirror, and the shadows of white clouds and green hills are reflected on the lake, and the mountains and rivers blend together. Fish, large and small, shuttle through the water, as if swimming between mountains and white clouds, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.

-Bian Bazaar's poem Mysterious Cuogao Lake

Qingshui River, picturesque: on the embankment, the grass is dense, and the sun is full of beauty; On the shore, willows are in rows, and soft branches hang down on the mirror-like river; In the water, small fish flock, some swim lightly, some jump, and some stick to the bottom of the river; On the river, swallows fly and chirp, flapping their wings on the water from time to time.

The rivers on the grassland are wild and quiet. After each rainstorm, flash floods broke out and poured into the Hexiong River. Suddenly, thousands of flying hooves, like a group of wild Huang Ma, beat the rumbling waves and rushed to Jasper Lake with unstoppable momentum. But if it clears up in two days, the flood will subside immediately, and the grass will suck up all the dirt like a sponge, showing a clear blue color. The flowing water on the shoal is as clear as glass and as white as jade, revealing light yellow or light green pebbles at the bottom of the water. Every few hundred meters, there is a green pool washed out by the rapids. From a distance, the Hexiong River looks like a silver belt inlaid with dark green gems.

..... There is a small river in front, which is said to be neither deep nor shallow, and it gathers mountain springs. In a narrow place, if you make a noise, you can step on a few stones and cross over; The wide place, like a deep pool, is crystal clear, with willows dancing and green grass on both sides. 8 O) K 1 A！ S* River, deeply yearning for a quiet lake. It crossed the barrier of thousands of waters in Qian Shan and finally came to this clear, quiet, beautiful and wide lake. In order to blend in with her, the wide lake was wider. What a beautiful river! Clear, green, quiet and charming. From a distance, it is so green, as green as an emerald belt; Up close, it is clear enough to see the fish and shrimp swimming around the bottom of the river. At night, the curved crescent moon is reflected on the clear and transparent river, so beautiful and gentle. At this time, the river is even more charming.

The happiest thing is the river, just like a lively girl, singing and jumping, poking at the roots of old trees, flapping the yellow-brown cliffs, stepping on the stones on the beach and running carefree. A fish jumps out of the river from time to time, making it look more interesting and innocent.

The river is full of spring water, with ice from the upstream, flowing happily. Every small whirlpool is a smile, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds on both sides of the strait, as well as the light green in early spring, with a soft and cheerful voice, ah! The vitality of spring!