The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter. Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.
The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious. As soon as September comes, autumn will come, and it will slip away in a foggy dawn and disappear in a hot afternoon.
It tiptoed through the top of the tree, dyed some leaves red, and then flew over the valley in droves and left. In another night or two, the autumn frost will cover the valley under the moon, and then retreat to the northern mountains for a short stay, so that the golden early autumn can gently soothe the earth.
There is a faint smell of fennel in the sky. And the fragrance of Jin Ju.
The fog billowed and was broken by the moonlight in September, revealing a blue sky. Autumn, always the blue sky, will suddenly turn its face and reveal a sinister color. Tropical typhoon accompanied by Miyun rainstorm, flood undercurrent surging, the recovered grassland is a little pale.
However, the typhoon and rainstorm flashed by, and the strong airflow still shook the dazzling waves. At this time, only migratory birds from the north know this warm bed, and the flying swans, geese and wild ducks are like a dark cloud, which makes it even more gloomy.
I don't know how long it took, as if a tense struggle was finally revealed. The field breathed from its broad chest, and the slopes and dams were as clear as water. Trees and crops in the air began to sway in the breeze, and the leaves became calm and wide. Dew came back, wet the ridge in the morning and evening, and hung quietly in the field.
Lululan also came to the dam, floating quietly and never returning to the valley. Although the sunshine is still bright, it is no longer painful, but it becomes broad-minded and clear, as if it is finally powerless, and it is impossible to steam the field and reconcile with it; ..... Autumn is coming! The sight of jumping into the window gave me a feeling of deja vu.
Blue sky and white clouds, wild mountains, weeds washed yellow by autumn frost, just like a virgin in a golden gauze, naked and ivory, dancing in the bleak autumn wind, showing a charming appearance. Standing on the top of the mountain, Qiuyang, like a mighty god of war, shook off his bloody shirt, splashed on the grass, infiltrated into the stream below the mountain, sobbed and flowed outward with countless ripples, from ancient times to the present, from the distant past to the infinite future.
Isn't it often said that autumn is golden? Indeed, she has brought abundant fruits to nature and provided countless foods to many creatures, including people, to prolong their lives.
2. Extract good words and sentences from the botanical garden. In July, the sky is blue and the sun hangs like a fireball. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind. The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.
The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over." Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.
In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty. 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.
There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily. In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.
Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.
The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on. It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified.
The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.
Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly. That day, it was terribly hot.
As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless. It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.
I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun! The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned.
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On a winter night, a few naked stars are pitifully cold and shivering, and you can almost hear the sound of teeth colliding. The little star trembled in the cold air, as if shivering with cold.
The stars are full of emotions, like naughty children, staring at the world with childish persistence, as if telling a beautiful and moving myth with bright eyes. Just like someone holding a candle carefully, the white star appeared in the sky and flickered quietly.
In the deep blue sky, there is a bright and dazzling diamond star-the morning star. On a beautiful starry night, there is not a cloud in the sky, and the deep blue sky is full of diamond-like stars.
Shining stars, like gems, densely cover the vast and boundless night sky. Galaxy Galaxy, from the northwest sky, runs through the sky and tilts the land in the southeast.
The stars in summer are as lovely as naughty children. There are several big and bright stars hanging in the night sky, as if people in the sky were patrolling the vast space with lanterns.
The starry sky is reflected on the rough sea, so it dances up and down with the waves, hiding from time to time. The first morning star appeared, flashing in the dark blue sky.
It is big and bright, and it is the only one in the whole vast sky that radiates striking light there, like a bright lamp hanging in the sky. In the morning, the snowstorm stopped, but it is still a long time before dawn.
A few remnant stars secretly opened their eyes and peeped into the white world. Gradually, the remnant star closed her sleepy eyes and retired in the morning sky.
A good meteor draws bright silver lines in the night sky, just like exploring the best future in the world. There are more stars than ever before. They are big and bright. They don't blink or blink. They are quiet and serene.
What a cool and sunny autumn night it is! The stars are brighter and bigger than ever ... just like the silver-gray sky is full of jewels that capture the purpose, everything on the earth becomes so elegant and quiet. Mountains, mountains, strange mountains, barren hills, slopes and forests.
3. Who has good words and sentences to describe morning, noon and evening? The cock crows and the stars are scattered.
Dawn, dawn, dawn, dawn, dawn.
Dawn, dawn, dawn, morning, morning star, morning wind
The morning light is gorgeous, the rising sun rises, everything wakes up, the morning breeze blows gently, and the east is white.
The east has just broken dawn. The sky is dim and the air is fresh and foggy.
Dawn is like a sword, splitting the silent night and welcoming the rising sun.
It is already dawn, and the morning light like a clear spring flows in from a small window. On the branches, birds are constantly singing.
The dawn of dawn lifts the veil of night, spits out brilliant morning light and welcomes a new day.
The newborn dawn, like a bright red baby, trembled three times in this thick spray.
The rising sun is full of strong alcohol, spreading infinite drunkenness to the vast sky in the fields. ...
It's getting light, and the light blue sky is inlaid with a few remnant stars. The earth is hazy, like a silver-gray veil.
In the early morning, in the cool valley, birds chirp, the bright sunshine shines on the blooming Panzhihua tree, and the milky morning fog is slowly unveiled like a veil. The fiery red Panzhihua is swaying in the valley like a crimson sunrise.
Growing up, I like the morning because of the morning light. Imagine: getting up early in the morning, rubbing your closed eyes, pulling up the curtains, pushing open the window, and a ray of golden sunshine coming in, bright and gentle, how comfortable it is! A new day has begun.
In the early morning, white snow flowers floated in the sky, and a crystal white silver blanket was laid on the ground, covering houses, trees and mountains with white clothes made of jade and silver thread; In the early morning, the biting cold wind swept through the mountain village, and it snowed all night, covering the vast Yuan Ye and putting a white velvet coat on this beautiful mountain village. How beautiful the mountain village after the snow is!
At dawn in the mountain village, I opened my eyes in the henhouse. With the cock crowing, I hugged all night, kissed the world all night, and reluctantly let go of my hand. On the lips of heaven and earth, a new world unfolds. Dew, rolling down the dream of dandelion and clover, splashing transparent sunshine. In a golden noise, a dawn that is no longer wet is hatched.
Dawn-the angel of a new day, she came, dispelled the night, came to earth like a mother, and gently lifted the light brown silk veil covering the earth from the east; Then, gently and tenderly awakened the mountains, awakened the earth, awakened the sleeping life, and made the world look brand-new in an instant. The earth woke up, so charming and gentle, like a baby waking up in a cradle, with her eyes wide open and her mother awake, so naive and so clever. ...
4. Good words and good sentences in the morning, noon and evening, and five words should be fast. I have urgent words to describe the time in the morning (take your time, whichever you want)
The morning is foggy, the east is white, the day is just dawn, the east wants to dawn, the sky is dark, the morning glow is full, the morning light is gorgeous, the sun rises, the golden rooster announces the dawn, the white fog is enchanting, and the stars are driven away.
Purple pavilions glow, chickens crow and clouds open, everything wakes up, and the morning breeze blows gently.
The morning light is dim, the air is fresh, the fog is diffuse, the stars are sparse, and the morning light is weak.
noon
The sun is shining, the sky is clear, Wan Li, Wan Li is cloudless and blue.
dusk
Sunset, sunset, sunset, sunset, blood, smoke, birds returning to the forest, lights on, night arrival.
The sun is setting behind the western hills-like a sunset.
night
The night is quiet, the moon stars are rare, the night is soft, the night is charming and the night is long.
The stars are shining and the moonlight is like a thousand lights. On the moon, the willows are full and the tall buildings are quiet.
In the morning, all is silent, the sky is bright, the night is about to disappear, and the morning light of dawn slowly awakens the sleeping creatures. The air is cold, rowing a boat, slowly crossing the ocean of memory, forgetting the time, but thinking of the past, the morning is refreshing and calm, and the clouds are clear. The gray-blue dome starts from the top of the head and gradually fades into a faint blue smoke, bordering the horizon. A gentle mist rose from the river and the mountains were coated with a soft milky white. White fog makes everything hazy and psychedelic.
The red sun rising in Ran Ran shines on the sea of clouds, colorful and brilliant.
A fiery red sun rises in the purple fog, and dazzling flames are emitted around it.
There is a golden sun embedded in the blue sky, like a white cloud; Lonely sails on the blue sea are floating in the clear sky.
Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves. The morning is fresh as dew, and the sky is soft, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to hear the song of a soaring lark, just like looking at the blue sea and seeing a white sail.
There are several extremely thin clouds in the sky, some as white as newly picked cotton, and some as red as the drunken color on Belle's face.
Cirrus clouds are constantly floating, sometimes like a white feather, sometimes like a white silk thread.
The rushing clouds rolled in the current, keeping the swaying treetops low.
The small clouds on the top of the Western Hills, when people can't see the rising sun, are baked into brilliant red by the morning glow, just like wisps of colorful jadeite dotted on white jade.
I saw the white clouds in the valley, sometimes rolled into cotton-wool clouds, and sometimes turned into long silk, floating around this mountain peak and slowly drifting away from another mountain peak.
This silver sea of clouds seems far away and close at hand. It is light and slow, and the arrangement is related, varied and interesting.
Clear and lofty blue sky, a few white clouds floating by, set off its gentleness and demure.
The night sky is deep and transparent.
The sky is particularly high, especially blue, and the clouds are particularly white and quiet.
It was too dark at night, and the eyebrow-shaped first quarter moon sank early, making it difficult to distinguish the scenery on the ground.
In all directions, there is no sound. Only the sound of running water in the dam broke the silence of the mountain village at night. Near the path, the sound of cattle chewing grass came from which cowshed.
It's already dark in Shan Ye, and the stars in the sky are squinting at the world with cold light.
The grassland at night is so quiet and serene, only the sound of quietly flowing streams makes people daydream about nature.
Midnight in the dead of winter is unusually quiet, and everything is silent.
The night is dark, and there is no sound in the fields and mountains except the chorus of frogs and the crow of birds.
At night, the stars are shining, the lights are blurred, and the silver stars are connected with the lamp beads, so it is impossible to tell which is the Milky Way and which is the sea of lights.
The sky is clear and bright, the stars are all together, and the earth is still in a quiet night.
In the middle of the night, the moon is setting in the west, the stars are all over the sky, and dew is floating on the ground, which is cold.
The dark sky is full of stars _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ white, yellow and blue; There are big stars, small stars, twinkling stars, twinkling stars.
The dark sky is full of chess-like stars.
The sky is dotted with sparse stars, bright, as if tears of light are about to fall.
The faint stars seem to be hidden behind the veil.
The autumn botanical garden wind quietly blew off the last few leaves, and slowly, slowly fell to the ground. In that river, it was inevitably a bit low-key.
At this time, I am wandering by the river vaguely, and my heart is extremely calm. The wind gently blows on my face, but I have no intention of enjoying the gift of the wind and still walk alone on the quiet path.
I looked at the clarified river in the lingering river, and then looked up at the intoxicated sunset in the majestic sky. As if the sunset and the river had already merged with the wind, * * * adorned this beautiful world and magical nature. I just look at it, eager to be integrated with the wind and water, happily recording this miracle, calmly facing the ups and downs of the world, not being dumped by the world's red dust, like the wind, working hard, working hard, working hard to create a quiet and peaceful atmosphere for this magical nature.
In my eyes, the wind is always so pure Under the powerful rendering of nature, it has become extremely powerful. No matter the violent sandstorm or people's gossip, it can't shake its firm belief. In its vast mind, it is more about: benefiting mankind and making mankind happy.
It can be said without reservation that Fenger's brilliant life is based on the beauty of the world. Although! The wind's temper sometimes becomes moody, which does some harm to the ecological environment on which we live and does bring some pain to people.
But even so, the wind will not let anger dominate it for a long time, and will never forget its sacred duty. When its temper calms down a little, it will feel infinite regret because it has hurt human beings. Although the consequences are not too bad, it violates its promise to protect mankind forever before God. After that, it will try its best to make up for its mistakes, so that people will no longer suffer, but become happier and let happiness fill this beautiful world! Slowly, slowly, the night gently covered the world with a layer of empty gauze, and I couldn't help looking up at the dark and unfathomable night sky.
At this moment, my mind seems to have been sublimated forever in a short time and become suddenly enlightened. Facing the steady footsteps of the wind, we rushed to the magical place we dreamed of.
The wind is blowing gently and the leaves are flying all over the sky. I walked slowly over and gently picked up a yellow dead leaf, reflecting the bright moonlight and feeling infinite. Autumn has come, and the sky covers the earth like a sapphire.
Small pond outside the village, clear eyes staring at the beautiful sky. A pair of little white geese cocked their heads to appreciate their shadows in the water.
The leaves of maple trees in the valley are as red as fire after drinking too much wine. The rice in front of and behind the village, bent down, silently waiting for people to harvest in the autumn wind. In mid-air, the geese lined up in a "human" shape, singing happily, bidding farewell to people and slowly flying to the horizon.
Fenglin laid a red carpet on the ground. The autumn wind blows, and the maple leaves make a rushing sound, as if clapping hands to celebrate the harvest scene.
Look, these chrysanthemums are blooming with enthusiasm! How vigorous! Yellow, red, white, purple ... clusters, clusters, facing the autumn wind, covered with frost, vying for beauty, spitting incense, everywhere, have become a colorful world. The earth put on a golden sweater, and boxwood leaves and bright maple leaves fell down, as if several colorful butterflies were flying in the air. Although the frost came, Grandpa Song Qing still wore a green robe and looked greener.
Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow, which is beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon tree have fallen, but the persimmons in Huang Chengcheng are still hanging on their fingers, like orange lanterns of all sizes, and the red begonia bends the branches.
Autumn scenery In my eyes, autumn is a beautiful natural picture. The maple leaves on the mountain are dyed red by the autumn wind and sandwiched in the green forest, which seems to be an oil painting, just like the poem "Stop in the maple forest and sit late" in "Mountain Walk".
In the botanical garden, golden osmanthus, fragrant, beautiful white chrysanthemums, bundles of bright red, and so on. Autumn scenery is everywhere. Of course, the scenery of the West Lake is even more beautiful, like the lotus flowers and water lilies of the West Lake, which quietly open in the autumn wind, and the autumn wind blows, as if nodding and smiling at the tourists.
Waterbirds in the lake fly freely by the lake, as if playing games and enjoying this beautiful autumn. I love autumn, and I love my beautiful motherland even more.
The beautiful autumn day has arrived in Xiaojing, Autumn Yang, and the autumn wind girl is coming with light steps. Shan Ye Maple Grove, if you drink too much wine, blushes faster than the sun; On the other side of the river, there are several pairs of cygnets with their heads tilted, enjoying their own shadows.
The cygnet cocked its head like the Chinese pinyin "e". Chrysanthemums are in full bloom in the garden, with red, green and purple ... ah! Colorful chrysanthemums are really beautiful! The breeze is blowing, and the smell is amazing! There are also naughty "little monkeys", majestic "flying dragons", majestic "big cocks" and "peacocks" with the screen open ... they also join in the fun.
Ah! It turns out that people are holding chrysanthemum exhibitions! In the field, a group of birds are having a concert! They chirped, as if singing: "Autumn is coming, autumn is coming, crops in the field are growing well, cotton is blooming white, soybeans are full, sorghum is red, and rice is bent with laughter ..." In the orchard, there are big and red apples on the apple tree. Take a bite. That sour and sweet apple is not enough to ensure that you eat an apple from a tree! There are big pears like lanterns on the pear tree. A gust of wind blows, and the pears on the pear tree give off a charming fragrance! On the pomegranate tree, the huge pomegranate is covered with "smiles", and those particles are like red agate, crystal clear ... Ah! Autumn is really beautiful! I love autumn! The bright moon in the sky is like a mirror and a moon cake. The grassland is green satin, like an endless carpet. Mountains, vaguely like clouds, are like islands on the sea; Dense stars are like tiny spots of light, like small sparks in the sea, flashing.
In this park, the most beautiful is the lotus pond. You see, the lotus leaf is like an upside-down straw hat, some of which stick out of the water and stand in the water.
6. The autumn botanical garden wind quietly blew off the last few leaves, and slowly, slowly fell to the ground. In that river, it was inevitably a bit low-key.
At this time, I am wandering by the river vaguely, and my heart is extremely calm. The wind gently blows on my face, but I have no intention of enjoying the gift of the wind and still walk alone on the quiet path.
I looked at the clarified river in the lingering river, and then looked up at the intoxicated sunset in the majestic sky. As if the sunset and the river had already merged with the wind, * * * adorned this beautiful world and magical nature. I just look at it, eager to be integrated with the wind and water, happily recording this miracle, calmly facing the ups and downs of the world, not being dumped by the world's red dust, like the wind, working hard, working hard, working hard to create a quiet and peaceful atmosphere for this magical nature.
In my eyes, the wind is always so pure Under the powerful rendering of nature, it has become extremely powerful. No matter the violent sandstorm or people's gossip, it can't shake its firm belief. In its vast mind, it is more about: benefiting mankind and making mankind happy.
It can be said without reservation that Fenger's brilliant life is based on the beauty of the world. Although! The wind's temper sometimes becomes moody, which does some harm to the ecological environment on which we live and does bring some pain to people.
But even so, the wind will not let anger dominate it for a long time, and will never forget its sacred duty. When its temper calms down a little, it will feel infinite regret because it has hurt human beings. Although the consequences are not too bad, it violates its promise to protect mankind forever before God. After that, it will try its best to make up for its mistakes, so that people will no longer suffer, but become happier and let happiness fill this beautiful world! Slowly, slowly, the night gently covered the world with a layer of empty gauze, and I couldn't help looking up at the dark and unfathomable night sky.
At this moment, my mind seems to have been sublimated forever in a short time and become suddenly enlightened. Facing the steady footsteps of the wind, we rushed to the magical place we dreamed of.
The wind is blowing gently and the leaves are flying all over the sky. I walked slowly over and gently picked up a yellow dead leaf, reflecting the bright moonlight and feeling infinite. Autumn has come, and the sky covers the earth like a sapphire.
Small pond outside the village, clear eyes staring at the beautiful sky. A pair of little white geese cocked their heads to appreciate their shadows in the water.
The leaves of maple trees in the valley are as red as fire after drinking too much wine. The rice in front of and behind the village, bent down, silently waiting for people to harvest in the autumn wind. In mid-air, the geese lined up in a "human" shape, singing happily, bidding farewell to people and slowly flying to the horizon.
Fenglin laid a red carpet on the ground. The autumn wind blows, and the maple leaves make a rushing sound, as if clapping hands to celebrate the harvest scene.
Look, these chrysanthemums are blooming with enthusiasm! How vigorous! Yellow, red, white, purple ... clusters, clusters, facing the autumn wind, covered with frost, vying for beauty, spitting incense, everywhere, have become a colorful world. The earth put on a golden sweater, and boxwood leaves and bright maple leaves fell down, as if several colorful butterflies were flying in the air. Although the frost came, Grandpa Song Qing still wore a green robe and looked greener.
Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow, which is beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon tree have fallen, but the persimmons in Huang Chengcheng are still hanging on their fingers, like orange lanterns of all sizes, and the red begonia bends the branches.
Autumn scenery In my eyes, autumn is a beautiful natural picture. The maple leaves on the mountain are dyed red by the autumn wind and sandwiched in the green forest, which seems to be an oil painting, just like the poem "Stop in the maple forest and sit late" in "Mountain Walk".
In the botanical garden, golden osmanthus, fragrant, beautiful white chrysanthemums, bundles of bright red, and so on. Autumn scenery is everywhere. Of course, the scenery of the West Lake is even more beautiful, like the lotus flowers and water lilies of the West Lake, which quietly open in the autumn wind, and the autumn wind blows, as if nodding and smiling at the tourists.
Waterbirds in the lake fly freely by the lake, as if playing games and enjoying this beautiful autumn. I love autumn, and I love my beautiful motherland even more.
The beautiful autumn day has arrived in Xiaojing, Autumn Yang, and the autumn wind girl is coming with light steps. Shan Ye Maple Grove, if you drink too much wine, blushes faster than the sun; On the other side of the river, there are several pairs of cygnets with their heads tilted, enjoying their own shadows.
The cygnet cocked its head like the Chinese pinyin "e". Chrysanthemums are in full bloom in the garden, with red, green and purple ... ah! Colorful chrysanthemums are really beautiful! The breeze is blowing, and the smell is amazing! There are also naughty "little monkeys", majestic "flying dragons", majestic "big cocks" and "peacocks" with the screen open ... they also join in the fun.
Ah! It turns out that people are holding chrysanthemum exhibitions! In the field, a group of birds are having a concert! They chirped, as if singing: "Autumn is coming, autumn is coming, crops in the field are growing well, cotton is blooming white, soybeans are full, sorghum is red, and rice is bent with laughter ..." In the orchard, there are big and red apples on the apple tree. Take a bite. That sour and sweet apple is not enough to ensure that you eat an apple from a tree! There are big pears like lanterns on the pear tree. A gust of wind blows, and the pears on the pear tree give off a charming fragrance! On the pomegranate tree, the huge pomegranate is covered with "smiles", and those particles are like red agate, crystal clear ... Ah! Autumn is really beautiful! I love autumn! The bright moon in the sky is like a mirror and a moon cake. The grassland is green satin, like an endless carpet. Mountains, vaguely like clouds, are like islands on the sea; Dense stars are like tiny spots of light, like small sparks in the sea, flashing.
In this park, the most beautiful is the lotus pond. You see, the lotus leaf is like an upside-down straw hat, and some stand out of the water. Yes