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What are some beautiful sentences describing the weather?

Autumn rain is a lovely key, it is cool and gentle, gently, gently, when you don't pay attention, it opens the door to autumn.

As clear as a piece of blue paper, a few thin white clouds, like being melted by the sun, drifted slowly with the wind.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, spotless, the distant mountains contain Dai, and the wind sends warmth.

The light blue sky, like clean velvet, is set with yellow Phnom Penh.

The rain in winter is always so cold that it seems a bit ominous. That raindrop hits your face with the cold wind, and it hurts like a needle.

When summer comes, Sun's father is even more angry. He got up early and sprinkled the scorching sun on the earth. The leaves on the tree are wilting, and grandpa tree is too hot to stand.

The blue sky was covered with a silky cloud curtain, and soon, a colorful halo appeared around the sun. Like a rainbow.

The temperature dropped one after another. The fog filled the town for the first time, and occasionally there was a ray of bleak sunshine in the air.

Snowflakes like goose feathers are falling and intertwined into a mixed oil painting. The teenager shivered in the leaky thatched cottage, his teeth chattered and his hands trembled with cold.

On a sunny afternoon, the summer sunshine flows brilliantly like water notes, wetting different charming sorrows.

The sky is so blue that there is not even a trace of floating floc, as if all the noise has been filtered out and shining with magnificent light.

There is a golden sun embedded in the blue sky, and a white cloud is floating in the clear sky, like a lonely sail on the blue sea.

It cleared up, and I looked out of the window. The transparent blue sky was like a handkerchief, and there were several fine white clouds on the blue sky, like flowers on a scarf.

Wan Li is clear and Wan Li is cloudless, as clear as jasper.

In winter, a thin layer of snow, like a huge soft wool felt, covers this vast wasteland, shining with cold silver light.