A statement describing the morning scenery

A statement describing the morning scenery

1. Dawn lifts the veil of the night, spits out brilliant morning light and ushers in a new day.

Autumn mornings are beautiful. The sun has just risen from the horizon, and the golden light shines on the earth. Everything wakes up with the first ray of sunshine.

3. Autumn mornings are ever-changing. I love the autumn morning, its beautiful scenery and rich connotation.

The autumn morning is full of vitality, and groups of innocent and lively primary school students skip to school with their schoolbags on their backs. Mom and dad also started a busy day with briefcases. The most leisurely people are grandparents. Some of them are dancing on the Little Square, while others are singing.

The wet black soil seems to have traces of rosy morning light, and the songs of larks fall like showers.

6. The sun has just emerged from behind the gray mountain top. The warmth of its first ray of sunshine communicates with the coolness of the fading night, which makes people feel sweet and tired.

7. The sun has just risen in the east, and birds are singing the life scenes of children playing happily in the forest in the tree.

8. When the sun just appeared, I walked along the river to the village. The faint and clear fog and the smell of wet and moist soil kept coming to my face and getting into my nose. The river is clear at a glance.

9. The sun is still rising, but the air is filled with the chill of dawn, and the grass is covered with gray dew.

10. Dawn gradually dawned, the pale blue sky was inlaid with a few remnant stars, and the earth was as hazy as a silver-gray veil.

12. The rising sun is full of strong alcohol, spreading infinite drunkenness to the vast sky in the fields.

13. In spring, the sun is warm. It extends a warm hand, which makes people feel very comfortable.

14. When I got up and opened the door, I heard the sound of the morning. It's telling me to open the door quickly It's waiting for me to dance with it.

15. The sun in winter is as pale as the moon.

16. It seems that the moon flinched in front of that light. The light is getting pink and brighter. The wet, night's rest and happy world woke up.

17. The newborn dawn, like a bright red baby, trembled three times in this thick spray.

18. The newly rising sun is full of energy and red light, illuminating the whole world.

19. The dawn of joy has not yet shone into the canyon, but it has stained the cliff tops on both sides of our heads with the color of Huang Chengcheng. Shrubbery with dense leaves growing in caves deep in the rock wall will rain a burst of silver on us as long as there is a breeze blowing.

20. The street smells of dew, the shadows of trees gradually fade away, the stars gradually decrease, the sky gradually rises, the first model net on the stockade is open with dew, the pods sway in the breeze, and the fragrance of vegetables and rice begins to drift away.

2 1. Dawn is like a sword, splitting the silent night and welcoming the rising sun.

Write good sentences about the scenery in the morning.

Birds sing, you sing me and you call me, far and near, birds are singing and flowers are singing. This is a fresh and pleasant morning.

At this time, everything in the street was shrouded in the soft morning light, and the willows on the roadside hung their heads and bathed gently in the morning light; Tall poplars spread their arms like strong young people; The wet grass gives off a faint green color. What a beautiful summer morning.

When I got up to open the door, I heard the sound of the morning. It's telling me to open the door quickly It's waiting for me to dance with it.

It seems that the moon flinched in front of that light. The light is getting pink and brighter. The wet, night's rest and happy world woke up.

The dawn of joy has not yet reached the canyon, but it has stained the cliff tops on both sides of our heads with the color of Huang Chengcheng. The leafy shrubs growing in caves deep in the rock wall will give us a silver rain as long as there is a breeze blowing.

The street smells of dew, the shadows of trees gradually fade away, the stars gradually decrease, the sky gradually rises, the dew on the stockade is in full bloom, the pods are swaying in the breeze, and the fragrance of vegetable rice begins to drift away.

In the morning, the street is quiet. When the first ray of morning light penetrated the mist, a warm morning appeared in the street.

In the early morning, the street is very quiet. When the first ray of morning light passed through the mist, a warm morning came to the side street. At this time, everything in the small street is shrouded in the soft morning light, and the willows on the roadside hang their heads and meekly accept the morning shower.

The sunshine in the morning is quiet and elegant, and there is no such noisy atmosphere, which makes people feel calm and relaxed. I have also felt that artistic conception.

The moist black soil seems to have traces of rosy morning light, and the songs of larks fall all over the sky like showers.

The sun has just emerged from behind the gray mountain, and the warmth of its first ray of sunshine communicates with the coolness of the fading night, which makes people feel a sweet fatigue.

A statement describing the scenery in spring.

1, Miss Chun came to the garden and became a painter. She painted the flowers in various colors: yellow, red, white, blue and pink-the flowers scrambled to spread their petals and spit out the stamens, which were as pink as chardonnay, as white as snow and as red as fire-look at the blooming bushes. The grass is green, which seems to have dyed my clothes green.

Spring is coming, and the sweet spring rain falls in the fields. The little flowers looked up and tried to let the rain fall into their mouths. Wheat seedlings reached out and tried to let the rain fall in their hands. Spring came, and the naughty spring breeze threw Sister Liu's braid into the river and let the children fly their kites.

3, time is like water, time flies. In a blink of an eye, it is a new spring, different from usual: this is the last spring in my primary school life. After this spring, I will leave my alma mater. I walked in the campus, and the breeze blew on my face, as if my mother was stroking me gently, which made me relaxed and happy, and I looked at every grass and tree in the campus. They all recorded the ups and downs, joys and sorrows of these six years. How unforgettable I am!

The spring breeze blows thousands of yellow willows. Green grass, green leaves and colorful flowers gather together like a market, forming a dazzling spring. Swallows fly from the south, adding a lot of vitality to spring.

At this time, the rain stopped and the sun smiled through tears. When he comes out, it will shine again. Small flowers are nourished by spring rain, emitting bursts of fragrance; The grass is bathed by the spring rain girl and becomes greener; Birds are chirping and singing in the branches, singing spring heartily ... it's good to have birds and flowers in spring. It's great that good things keep happening in spring! Spring, how nice!

6. The season I want to talk about is the spring that everyone has experienced personally. In March, I experienced another spring, which also changed my previous view of spring. Because, as long as I can remember, I haven't liked it, and I haven't seen the spring scenery carefully. Fortunately, I only made a mistake at home, otherwise I don't know how much nonsense there is.

7. Bees and butterflies are busy reflecting each other. They are like touching notes, as if playing a beautiful spring hymn. I also saw happy birds jumping on the branches. They twittered as if to say to us, "Welcome to climb the mountain"! Unconsciously, we came to the peak of Bijia Mountain. I looked up at the sky, hey! Why is the sky now different from peacetime? Why can't you see the sunshine? It turned out that the sun was covered by thick clouds and the sky was golden. How beautiful! After a while, rays of sunlight shone on the earth through thick clouds. Looking down from the mountain, the ground is covered with layers of white fog, and high-rise buildings are wrapped in white fog, looming like a fairyland on earth. The beautiful scenery in front of us really makes people linger, reluctant to go ... ah! The spring in Bijiashan Park is so beautiful!

Although it is spring, I always feel that the weather is so cold, as if I can't bear to part with the world in winter. It was not until this week that I seemed to feel a breath of spring-because she came irresistibly as always. On campus, you can often see boys sweating like rain after playing basketball and football, just like in midsummer, but it is not, because the spring breeze blowing slowly will always gently wipe the sweat off their faces. This kind of wind will not make people feel cold and biting, but will make people feel refreshing.

9. There are colorful flowers on the bright green carpet. All kinds of bright flowers, red as fire, white as silver, pink as chardonnay ... A moist breeze blows, and the rich fragrance of flowers and grass goes straight to people's hearts. At this moment, no matter who you are, you will open your mouth wide and breathe the fresh air as deeply as drinking nectar.

10, spring is everywhere, but the most beautiful spring is really in the countryside. White and flawless clouds are embedded in the blue sky. They have no lines, just like rendering with pigments, and they are mixed with each other. Under the breeze, some run on the blue grassland like sheep; Have a plenty of Malik Pentium, dust like waves; Others are like a jade dragon soaring in the air. Its majestic posture, amazing speed and thrilling roar make people uneasy! In the distance, green hills can be seen faintly. They are continuous, just like teenagers holding hands and singing the glory of spring! In the breeze, butterflies dance with wicker; The fiery peach trees add some beauty and vitality to the dazzling spring. The blooming flowers are burning and snowing, emitting bursts of fragrance. Green grass, with the wind blowing, holds hands and sings for spring. This reminds me of the poet Bai Juyi's poem "The vast grass crosses the plain and comes and goes with the four seasons." This shows the vitality of grass. Bright green leaves, animal vitality and colorful flowers come together like a market, forming a colorful spring!

1 1. The cold winter passed, and Miss Chun came quietly with light steps. The weather is getting warmer, the temperature has also risen a lot, the earth has begun to recover, and everything around it is quietly changing. Spring breeze blows on people's faces, although it is still a little cool, but it is much softer than the cold wind in winter. The ice on the stream gradually melts, and under the irradiation of sunlight, large chunks of ice gradually shrink.

A sentence describing a winter morning

1. In the winter morning, the window is still covered with night gauze. When I woke up from my sleep, the rising sun just showed half of my face from the misty mountains in the east, like a landscape painting lightly painted by a senior painter. Maybe it's the beautiful scenery outside the window. At this time, anyone's face showed a faint smile, and the locked brow disappeared without a trace. 2. Going out is a rainy morning. In this small city where I live, there is little rain in winter. In winter, there is always a white whirlpool in my impression. That white is my favorite, just like my usual name.

3. However, the first thing that makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the window, some of which are like forests and full of mystery; Some are like streams, as if flowing quietly; Some are like Santa Claus, as if giving gifts to people. Miss Winter is really ingenious!

4. The morning snow in winter is white and elastic, bringing silver to the silent earth! Snowflakes can also listen. This is the memory of sunshine telling me that she walked through the north, but I grew up in the south and loved to collect the scattered sunshine in early winter. Hide the sunshine in your heart, your body is full of warmth, put the sunshine in a bottle and mark the date. This is a frozen time instrument.

It's almost five o'clock in the morning, and the sky outside the window is still dark, and the outline of the crown is faintly visible, but the birds begin to sing and call for friends in the trees outside the window, as if to remind people that it's dawn, it's time to get up and a new day has begun. At this time, the crisp birdsong is particularly loud in this quiet morning.

6. Like a veil, the world is white, and the mountains, villages and Woods in the distance are looming in the fog, just like the fairyland in Journey to the West. The grass by the roadside, the wheat seedlings in the field and the vegetable leaves are all covered with dew, which shines in the sun like dew everywhere.

At about seven o'clock, the snow fell from the sky and became bigger and bigger. The mountains, forests and fields in the distance are like a layer of yarn, which can't be seen clearly; Nearby villages, campuses, trees and flagpoles can only be seen vaguely. But those naughty children braved the snow to chase and play with each other. They were all covered with snow and became young old people.

8. Walking in the street, I saw a Chimonanthus praecox quietly blooming in someone else's yard. The closer smell will make you indulge in its arms. The pines and cypresses on both sides of the street are still green and persistent, standing on both sides like strong soldiers. What's wrong with people? Some of them are wearing cotton-padded jackets, some are wearing gloves, masks and some are wearing scarves. And those who don't wear cotton-padded jackets? They shrugged their shoulders and shrank their heads, eager to get into their clothes like turtles. A gust of wind blew, and people became colder. This wind is not a soft spring wind, nor a cool autumn wind, but a biting cold wind. Although the wind is biting, there are still people who work meticulously in their posts.

9. In the winter morning in Beijing, there is a thin light snow outside the window. It's quiet and quiet, as if it's shining through the glass window. This is the first snowy winter in my life, and I feel very happy as if nothing had happened.

10, Grandpa Dong caught a cold. He yawned when he ran in the morning, and leaves were flying all over the campus. Grandpa Fog seems to be confused by this strange weather and sprayed so much fog on the earth. Everyone touches me, I touch you, and no one can see. The only thing I can see are two bright eyes.

1 1. In the morning, I got dressed, put on my schoolbag and hurried to school. As soon as I went out, there was a breeze full of morning breeze, blowing my hair, my skirt and a chill coming at me. I shrank my hand, looked up and found a sea of fog everywhere, and all the scenery became blurred, as if covered with a layer of white gauze. When I walked to the plane tree, I saw that all the leaves of the plane tree were dead, flying down one by one, like the feet of a duckling, drifting down step by step.

12, in the morning, I got up with a strong cry. I saw a layer of white winter frost on the trees outside the window, and the earth was unusually quiet, as if everything had taken sleeping pills and fell asleep. As soon as I opened the door, a chill came over my face and made me shiver.

13, I came over one night, and the frost was deep outside the window, and the chill was getting thicker. On such a cold morning, I bid farewell to yesterday's dream with deep fatigue, shallow injury and a little warm comfort. Although there is still great reluctance on my face, I can only get up helplessly to meet the boundless chill and cold morning breeze outside the window. As the saying goes: an autumn rain is cold, but I don't know whether it is cold or cold.

14, the fog in winter morning is really changeable. Some are like the snowy Changbai Mountain, and some are like the fragrant Xiangshan with red leaves. Fog is floating under your feet, and people seem to be able to walk on the ground and relax. It is like a torrent, flowing in all directions. This fog is really white! White as a piece of white gauze, just like the newly fallen snow, so clean and moist, it has a unique look; What a quiet fog! It's so quiet that you can't feel it fluttering, but it seems to make you intoxicated; What a fog! It's too long, and you can't see the edge with your eyes, which will only make you feel that it is so vast and covers the world like a big screen.

15, the morning glow in the east dyed half the sky red, but the shy sun didn't show up. Winter is coming, the weather is getting colder and colder, and there is a cold wind blowing head on. I can't help but shrink my neck, bury my head and go forward, only feeling cold.

16, when I woke up in the winter morning, it was still dark and foggy outside the window, but in any case, I couldn't find my dream anymore, so I had to put on my clothes and walk out of the camping room. The field, covered with thick snow, is sleeping, and the sound at the foot is becoming more and more obvious. Here, you can't see the lights in the country, and you can't hear the barking of dogs and chickens. God, it's snowing again.

17, a burst of laughter broke the silence in the morning. Looking in, I saw a small light in the window of the dormitory. Listening to the noise, we know that the boarders are busy getting up and washing. Ordinary students have also come here one after another. Everyone is wearing thick winter clothes and gloves, flushed and full of white gas.

18, gently carrying thick fog, adding a touch of bright color to the cold morning. The cleaners waved brooms and concentrated on cleaning the road despite the cold. They are real environmental beauticians, holding huge brushes and depicting a good working environment and a clean and hygienic environment for people. Pupils came skipping from the morning fog with their schoolbags on their backs, singing sweet songs. The campus that had slept all night quickly recovered its vitality yesterday. The weather-beaten flowers will bloom more brilliantly.

19, as if all of a sudden, I seem to see that this is a fairyland in a fairy tale, full of smoke and clouds and leaves flying. How beautiful! How beautiful! Am I a princess in a pink dance troupe? I am immersed in this beautiful fantasy. Suddenly, a leaf of Jurchen fell and brushed my cheek, so I had to be pulled back to reality.

20. In the winter morning, there are birds singing outside the window, but it sounds like a different flavor at this time. I can't help thinking of those days when I was a child in the countryside. The morning in the village was awakened by the smoke from cooking stoves and the crowing of roosters. Of course, it is the kind of truly primitive kitchen smoke lit with firewood. Then there is the twittering of birds, because it is morning, no matter what birds call, it sounds particularly sweet and crisp.

2 1, I have no special memories or special affection for winter mornings. What's more, I am cold and weak. Facing the cold of winter and the killing of Xiao, I always feel a sense of fear and sadness. In winter, the rolling cold current and ice and snow often make my body temperature drop to freezing point. Every year, when the weather turns cold and first frost is still in full bloom, my hands and feet are frostbitten.

22, the snow stopped, the sun father-in-law leaned out from the cracks in the clouds, emitting dazzling light. The mountains, forests and fields in the distance are all covered with silvery white clothes, which looks so clean. Nearby villages, campuses, trees and flagpoles can be seen more clearly, but everything is white.

23. In the early morning, it was still dark, and we were still sleeping under the warm bed. In the morning, the sky rubbed his sleepy eyes, but it was still gray. Slowly, the sun rises, and the clouds seem to have color and are full of red. This is called sunrise.

On such a winter morning, the sun is shining outside the window. Hepburn's pure and lazy voice flowed slowly, overflowing every corner of the room, with a slow rhythm, slightly closing her eyes and snuggling on the sofa. It seems that it's time to take off his wool coat and start breathing the breath of spring.

25. Winter is very warm and comfortable. My favorite thing is to open the curtains in winter morning and look at the snow outside the window. There is an unspeakable feeling. It feels simple, beautiful, beautiful and warm.

26. My mother woke me up early in the morning. I went to the balcony to breathe fresh air, and a cold wind blew violently at me. My spirit did it one brace up, and I looked at the mountains in the distance. The mountains are shrouded in fog, and the continuous mountains are shrouded in fog, just like being in a fairyland.

27. Although the winter morning is confused, after all, she broke through the darkness of the cold night and brought dawn to everyone; Although the winter morning is very cold, she is full of vitality. As soon as the vernal equinox blows, she brings beauty to the world.

28. The footsteps of winter are approaching, the morning is fresh as dew, and there are several birdsongs in the pure sky, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking about seeing a white sail. Cold air condenses on the wet ground and passes through the path in front of the factory. A few breezes add coolness. Looking at the still green grass, I can't help but sigh that the north has been covered with ice and snow, and the early winter in the south has quietly arrived, but the autumn has not dispersed.

29. Today, the cold wind is howling, scraping my face like a knife, and I can't help shivering. How cold it is! Trees on both sides of the beautiful Qingxi River are in full bloom in the wind, and pedestrians on the street are surrounded by colorful scarves, masks and hats. Even those big brothers and sisters are no exception, their clothes are buttoned up, their hands are in their pockets, they bend over, and some simply walk backwards. The command of the traffic police, the voice of the cleaning aunt sweeping the floor, and the cry of selling breakfast, everyone is making their own contribution to the society! Under the command of the traffic police, cars, motorcycles, bicycles and pedestrians are moving in an orderly manner. I am walking on a clean road, and I am not happy!

On this winter morning, I heard the sound of sword and snow breaking branches outside the window. I looked at the thatched cottage in my country and counted the stars all over the sky, which was the morning light leaking from the roof of the thatched cottage broken by wind and rain. At the moment, who cares, who guessed that I stopped here.