Good sentences describing natural scenery

Life is a journey, and nature is the real eternity.

Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing rainbows are anonymous.

Rainbow Changhong Xia Hong White Rainbow Bridge spans the rainbow after the arc rainbow rain. The rainbow is seven colors, the rainbow is arc, and the rainbow is white. The color of the bridge is bright and colorful. Looking eastward, an arc-shaped translucent rainbow emerged among the dark clouds, which was light brown, yellow and red. Gorgeous seven-color rainbow flies over the river, and the two colorful bridges with one color of water and sky set each other off, which is really like a gorgeous overpass. Rainbow spans the whole sky, from one end of the earth to the other. It freezes all the soft colors in the world in the sky. A rainbow appears in the blue sky, and all colors are intertwined to make each other interesting, like a golden bridge, lying across the sky with great momentum. Colorful rainbows appeared in the sky after the rain, just like an endless belt woven by a bunch of flowers, dotted with a blue skirt. A bright rainbow rises from the lush fields and goes straight into the sky, just like a gorgeous overpass. This rainbow is like a fairy ribbon, and it is also like a colorful bridge to greet others, as if it can introduce people into the fairy world. That beautiful rainbow hangs over the forest, and there are countless bright spots under the wine. The rainbow is colorful and dazzling, like a colorful arch of a program. ◆ [2005-04-20]

Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing tides are anonymous.

Tide, wave, ebb tide, river tide, night tide, tidal sound, wind, tsunami, water, sky, surfing, surfing on the shore, surfing on the floor, rolling up. Thunder is rolling on the river, the waves are rolling like golden drums, the water is flying like a mountain, the teeth are rushing like thunder, the air is drizzling, and the tides are rushing to the beach like stormtroopers. The tide is several feet high and rushes in. The crazy flood season is full of chilling horror and unfathomable mystery. The tide like a giant thunder rolled like a horde on the ground, running downstream with shouts and screams. The tide was fierce as a demon, and the churning foam lost its balance rhythm. Crazy shooting stones, and at the same time, the golden bell is ringing, which is very rhythmic. The spring tide has risen, like the sound of pines in my hometown, like the voice of a mother calling her daughter. Dark green sea water, rolling up a wave higher than a wave of walls rushed over, fighting really like hammering at the enemy. The tidal sound echoes the poetic rhyme of the sea, full of philosophy and enlightenment. That artistic conception, like the strings lightly plucked by the spring breeze, is as gentle as the sunset glow. The sound of beating the beach rhythmically at high tide or low tide is like a lullaby made by a loving mother patting her baby to sleep. When the sea ebbed, it turned back as if it had lost the battle. ◆ [2005-04-20]

Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing mountains are anonymous.

High mountains, high mountains, strange mountains, barren hills, hillsides, forests, Qian Shan, a garden of mountains, various rocks, majestic mountains, clear water, beautiful mountains, towering trees and lush valleys, valleys, green mountains and green waters. There are clear peaks, beautiful flowers, barren grass, misty clouds, strange peaks winding, towering mountains, majestic mountains and green waters in Qinghai. The mountains exposed from the clouds float 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. It is strange to stand here for a long time. The mountains have completely 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. There are no villages and rice fields in the overlapping mountains. These mountains are like some drunken old people who have been sleeping for tens of millions of years. No one dares to go deep into their hearts, even adventurous hunters just go to their feet to chase goats, wild boar and birds running down the mountain, and never climb to its peak. Nothing is more charming than the green hills bathed in the spring rain. The whole hillside is lush. Endless mist is like flowing silk, wrapped around the waist. Sunlight turns raindrops on every leaf into colorful pearls. On the knife-shaped hill, there are wisps of milky white fog, and a slender line is faintly visible in the fog. This stone wall is like a skyscraper on its back, so high that it will collapse and be aggressive. On the top of the mountain, the dense forest seems to be a huge black felt hat buckled on the cliff, and clusters of unknown wild flowers leap from the stone wall. The rain changed the atmosphere of the park. In the sea of clouds in the northwest, there are distant mountains like ink paintings, which are quite praised as "borrowing scenery" in garden architecture.

Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing autumn are anonymous.

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Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing autumn are anonymous.

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A good sentence describing rain, a good sentence and a good paragraph.

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Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing Xia are anonymous.

Good words: sunset glow, sunset glow, sunset glow, rosy glow, rosy glow, rosy glow like fire, rosy glow like blood, sunset glow, rosy glow floating, bright sunshine, bright sunshine, Zhu Xia, I came to the river pond under the slope to see the beautiful scenery of summer evening, only to see the sunset glow burning half the sky, reflecting a pool of water and dyeing the whole mountain red. The range of Xia Guang is gradually narrowing, and the color is gradually becoming lighter. Purple becomes crimson, crimson becomes pink, pink becomes pink, and finally disappears. The golden light, like a magic giant hand, slowly opened the soft curtains, and the whole earth was suddenly enlightened. When the sun sets, the sunset glow reflects half the sky and into the river, and the river turns red instantly! It's like a blossoming red lotus in the river. It's so beautiful! The colorful sunset glow is changing wonderfully, the color is getting deeper and deeper, and finally it becomes a few colorful strokes, which is more magical and charming. The sun set in the west and the sky gradually darkened. In the west, the burning sunset glow is burning ... the color of the sky is amazing! There is a piece of red nearby, which makes the dark blue sky particularly beautiful. The shape of the morning glow is also changing. Some are flying like eagles with wings spread, and some are flying like bright red scarves, but the red scarves disappear for a while, but a galloping horse comes ... It's really changeable and lifelike. The sky is blue, and there are a few orange rays scattered sparsely in the sky. Slowly, the luminous range expanded, and the color changed from orange to bright red. Xia Hong shines on the green water, scattering into golden light, and the sinking sunlight in Xia Hong turns into different colors. Layers of light and color collide with each other and swing, reflecting in my eyes. We waited a long time before we saw a strange light blue color on the horizon in the east. Then a red light appeared, looking like a fairy in a red tulle dress. How beautiful! ◆ [2005-04-20]

The good sentences describing Frost are anonymous.

In the morning, I opened the curtains and saw, hey! There is a thick layer of frost on the window glass. Some are like small trees, and some are like overgrown grass, which is very beautiful. Frost flowers have left an indelible impression on people with their unique charm of various forms and magical anomalies. Early in the morning, when I opened the window, I saw a chill coming towards me. The trees in the yard are covered with frost from head to toe, just like a glistening plum blossom. The frost on the glass, which was condensed by cold, changed color and shimmered slightly in the moonlight. Piles of weeds dyed red by autumn frost under the cliff look like red azaleas from a distance. In the morning, frost flowers sparkle in the sun. The tree was covered with frost, as if it had produced sparkling white leaves. In the shade of the tree, the frost in the morning cold shines on the patterned leaves, like silver brocade. When I woke up, I saw at a glance that the glass was covered with all kinds of strange frost flowers. Frost shines on the leaves, like a silver brocade embroidered on a green background. ◆ [2005-04-20]

Good sentences describing this day are anonymous.

The sky is full of red clouds and golden waves. The red sun is like a melting pot of boiling molten steel, and generate shines with dazzling golden light. In the morning, the sun is like a new wife who just went out, showing half her face shyly. The sun went down, and its exceptionally bright light came out from the treetops, dyeing white clouds and green hills red. Slowly, the sun shone through the clouds, revealing a face that had already swelled red, like a shy little girl looking at the earth. Brilliant sunshine permeates through the gaps between leaves, through the fog in the morning, and continuously spreads all over the campus. The sun is lower and red as blood. On the surface of the water, a striking broad light wave extends from the edge of the ocean to the side of the ship. The sky was dyed blood red by the sunset, pink clouds were reflected on the flowing water, the whole river turned purple, and the horizon seemed to light a fire. In spring, the sunshine is warm, and extending a warm hand makes people feel very comfortable. The spring breeze blew away the dark clouds, and the sun smiled happily, spreading warmth and brilliance all over the lake. The scorching sun hung high in the sky, red light hit the ground like a rocket, and the ground caught fire, reflecting the flame when the oil boiled. I dare not look up at the sun, but I feel dazzling everywhere. The air, the roof and the ground are all white and bright, with a little red in white. From top to bottom, it looks like a huge fire mirror, each of which is the focus of the fire mirror, as if everything were going to burn. It's late autumn, and the sun is lazily hanging in the sky, like an old man with a smiling face taking a nap. The sunshine in late autumn is like the orange lampshade on the quilt, which gives off soft light and shines on the body and face, which is warm. As soon as the sun comes to autumn, it scatters all the light to the world. Look, the fields are golden, the fields are golden, and the mountains are golden. The sun in winter is as pale as the moon. The sun was entangled in thin clouds and gave off a faint dazzling white light. The sun works hard all year round, and when it is busy in winter, it is exhausted and can hardly release heat. Warm sunshine, through the dense leaves, fell and became golden dots. The towering mountains in the distance, covered with golden coats in the sun, are particularly beautiful. Sunlight was filtered by layers of leaves and leaked to him, turning into a faint, round and gently swaying halo. It was already eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the bright sunshine drew circles of gold and silver on the leaves. Sunlight shines on the white earth through weak clouds, reflecting silver light and dazzling. The golden sunshine poured down and poured into the blue waves, making the monotonous and calm sea surface somewhat colorful. When the bright red sun shines on the top of the mountain, the fog spreads like a curtain, and the city gradually appears in the golden sun. The sunlight penetrating through the clouds is like a golden thread, criss-crossing, splicing light gray and blue gray clouds into beautiful patterns. The sun has just risen to the top of the mountain, covered by the bright red morning glow, and the sun shines through the cracks in the clouds, like countless dragons spouting golden waterfalls. Golden sunlight shone through the cracks and sprinkled on the grass growing on the brown land. The sky is as blue as washing, and the bright sunshine shoots down from the dense gaps of pine needles, forming a thick beam of light, which casts a veil-like mist on the tree-lined trees. The smiling face of the sun is red, which makes the hazy campus suddenly enlightened. A purple glow appeared in the sky, like a red rose in full bloom. The newly rising sun is full of energy and red light, illuminating the whole world. The fiery red rising sun has just penetrated the sea level, adding a touch of rose to the beautiful and quiet sea. The morning light shines on the lake, and the breeze rises at the beginning, and the fine waves jump, stirring the lake to pieces of gold. Suddenly, a red sun rose head-on, emitting golden light, like golden stripes, driving away clouds. A red sun jumped out of the sea, bright and dazzling. The sea water and air immediately filled with Hui Jin, and the sea water changed from dark blue to blue. The golden morning sun gradually dyed the eastern sky red, and the peak of Huangshan Mountain was dyed deep red by brilliant clouds. The morning glow faces the sun, revealing a red face. In an instant, ten thousand golden lights dyed the water surface with a layer of carmine through the treetops. Ran Ran, the morning sun rises to the sky like a flat round palace lantern. In a flash, it formed a round steam wheel, rising high, spraying thousands of golden fragments and covering everything in brilliant brilliance. Chaoyang, as big as the wheel of an ox cart and as red as molten iron, sits on the ridge of the east, with a radiant light, lifting the veil-like mist with both hands. The hot sun scorched his black back, as if it were going to produce oil. Wan Li is clear, Wan Li is cloudless, and the sun burns the noodles hot. The scorching sun dyed sorghum red, steamed maple leaves red and scorched the road beside the mountain. The sunshine in midsummer is really like pepper water. There is not a shady place on the street. The majestic mountain peaks are covered with a layer of gold by the summer sunshine, which is even more steep and spectacular! Two beams of sunshine pass through the room, just like two transparent gold belts, with a little dust shining inside. The branches and leaves of tall poplars on both sides were painted with a layer of golden red by the sunset. The snow stopped, and the sunset gently pushed the clouds away, spitting out a touch of pink. The afterglow of the sunset penetrated the clouds and sprinkled in the middle of the river, forming a glittering golden spot. Branches on the roadside cut through the sunset and scattered fragments of light on the gold-stained ground. Half of the face of the sunset has sunk into the horizon, and the evening breeze blows gently. The setting sun came obliquely from the western hills, and everything on the ground was shrouded in a fuzzy rose color. The rosy sunset glow dyed the river into magnificent golden waves, and several returning boats floated on the sea like shaking broken gold. At this time, the sunset has lifted the top of the mountain, and the western half of the sky is like a big fireball, burning with a touch of red sunset. The brilliant and beautiful shadow of the setting sun falls on the river wrinkled by the evening breeze, scattering a large shiny and bright rose-red fine scale. The afterglow of the setting sun dyed red the white clouds wandering in the blue sky and set them with shiny lace. These white clouds soon turned into the sunset glow of roses. The sun pecked through the eggshell of the night, poked its head out and looked shyly at the earth. At this time, far ahead, countless mountains and misty clouds suddenly appeared a piece of red mist. Soon, Ran Ran in the ocean jumped out of a red ball, and the place where the water meets the sky suddenly turned into a raging fire. The sun finally poked out half of its head, so big and red, and then it seemed to be pushed and suddenly jumped out and turned into pure gold. The sun suddenly jumped out of the sea, and in an instant, the vast sky and sea were covered with dazzling golden light. The sky is getting brighter, and a purplish sunrise leaps from the back of Dongshan Mountain. Suddenly, the heavens and the earth were bright and the water overflowed. Everything on the earth is as hot as gold. On the surface of the original color, it is heavily stained with a touch of orange, reflecting the dazzling brilliance of the road. Gradually, the fog in the east was reddish at first, and then with the accumulation of red, a bright red line was suddenly drawn, and a red light wheel suddenly jumped out of the bright red. The delicate and charming morning sun has jumped out from the back of the mountain in the east, overflowing with red clouds, blending with the slowly rising morning fog in the valley and changing the colorful aura. The stars have faded and the eastern sky has turned white. At this time, the sky changed quickly, and gradually became dazzling, and then red lines began to radiate on the horizon. The sun jumped out of the gray sea, and a small purple flame immediately lit up the dark sky. Behind the bright sunrise, it looks like an endless blue satin. I see light blue against the blue sky. After a while, the light blue turned orange with a crimson edge. This red light is more and more, hitting the sea directly from the air, first a little, then a piece, and spreading rapidly in all directions. The red sun hangs in the west, and there are layers of golden ripples on the sea. The sun went down, leaving only a faint rouge color in the western sky. ◆ [2005-04-20]

Okay, the part about the sun is anonymous.

At sunrise, the sun left the horizon, red, like a dazzling agate plate, and slowly moved upward. Around the red sun, the sunset is exhausted. Light clouds, like a girl in red, are dancing. Before sunrise at sea, my father and I went to see the sunrise at sea. The sky is gray and surrounded by cool fog. Waves of cool sea breeze hit my face and lifted my black hair. White Liu Hua gently kissed my little feet, which brought me warmth. I wandered anxiously, looking forward to the sunrise at sea. I don't know how long it took, but the sky seems a little bright. Looking around, the eastern sky is slightly orange. With the passage of time, the orange spread, getting stronger and stronger, and the water and sky turned purple. Oh, the sun is out! Gradually, the sun leaned out of his forehead, which was red, but there was no light. It seems heavy, rising from the sea bit by bit. Slowly and vertically. The sun is rising. Finally, it jumped out of the sea in one breath, and its whole face was red and lovely. In a flash, it emits light that catches the sun, and the strong sunlight makes people blind. The clouds nearby are also plated with a layer of Phnom Penh. The warm sunshine is cold, and the weather is still so cold. But the sunshine is warm after all. At noon, the sun shines on the earth. Golden sunshine, sprinkled on the wilderness and roofs, fell on people's shoulders and backs. A warm current overflowed the whole body, dizzy and soft, so comfortable and comfortable. After lunch in the strong sunshine, I came to the balcony again. The sun hangs in the sky like a big fireball. The intense white light stung my eyes. I set up the "arbor" with my hands, only to see that the sun became smaller, and there was a milky halo around the bright ball, and the sun shone directly on the earth. Father Sun dedicates light and heat to the earth, making everything full of vitality. Cicada called on the branch, as if to say, "thank you!" " "Ludi willow clever also nodded and greeted the sun. The crescent moon girl hangs a comb in the air. People say that the moon is the kindest, saddest and most susceptible girl. She always looks at him with pity and sometimes tears. Surely she can't bear to see those unfortunate people at the moment? So I covered half my face; But her dim light shone sympathetically through the window lattice. The dark room also turned gray. When I moved my telescope on the moon, I suddenly felt a bright light: a very big star appeared in the lens-the moon. Today's moon looks like a string moon to the naked eye, but in the astronomical telescope, the other half has also appeared. The moon is similar to Mars. There are many craters, basins, oceans and canyons ... There is no water, no life, and no legendary Chang 'e, Jade Rabbit and osmanthus tree on the moon ... Suddenly, my eyes turned black, and it turned out that Wu had gone to cover the moon. The moon in the back hill is like a shy girl, shyly revealing half of her face from the back hill, peeking at the world secretly, and appearing in the sky sparkly until she finds that nothing is moving. It is crystal clear and pure, as beautiful as a crystal ball; It is green and radiant, like a bright lamp, very bright. Looking at the stars all over the sky, my eyes gradually blurred, as if I saw countless fireflies flying around me. I looked at those lovely stars as if I saw them blinking and whispering to me. Butterfly Stars On the way to the teacher's house, I looked at the stars all over the sky, some bright, some dark, and some red stars. I watched carefully as I walked. Suddenly, I found a butterfly-like star in the southeast. It seemed to look at me and kept flapping its brilliant wings. ◆ [2005-04-20]

A good word to describe the sun is anonymity.

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