At night, the high blue sky is sparsely inlaid with gem-like stars, and the sky always shines like a ghost eye. The air is filled with the fresh breath of earth, fog and rice. The dreamy sense of security on a summer night makes all creatures seem to want to let the Russians sleep. Although there are grasshoppers like Jin Lingzi's faint cries, their voices are so faint and far away, as if they were dreaming!
Near dusk, the sun slowly got into the thin clouds and turned into a red ball. In the western sky, there is a kind of pink that is redder and more delicate than the face of a fat doll. The sun is the reddest around, so charming. Red spreads around, covering half the sky, and gradually fades from layer to layer until it turns gray. Soft, transparent, clear and moist air is floating in the sky.
The setting sun seems to roll in the golden rosy clouds and then sink behind the gloomy horizon. The red fireball sparkled on Phnom Penh, bursting out with two or three fiery sparks, so the vague outline of the distant Woods suddenly emerged with continuous light blue lines.
The bright moonlight decorated the night sky and the earth in spring. The night sky looks endless.
The international transparent sea is quiet, vast and mysterious. Dense stars are like sea water.
Small sparks flashed in the room, beating tiny spots of light. Fields, villages,
Trees, in quiet sleep, are covered with silver gauze. Mountains, vaguely, like clouds,
It is also like an island in the sea, as if calling ships sailing at night, shining a little light from time to time.
Two purple fires.
The moon, which is not round, gradually rises to the sky. A transparent gray cloud, lightly covered.
Living in the moonlight and above the fields is like a light smoke and falling asleep.
Conditions. After the sunset, the smoke in the field dispersed, and the water was as clear as water, washing away the softness.
Autumn night.
That night, there was not even a cloud, and the sky was blue and transparent. Moon image
A newly-married daughter-in-law who just rose from the eastern horizon shyly got into the tree again.
Hidden in the leaves. Those dense poplar leaves are like running water, day and night.
Night rustling sand, rustling sand, where people can't see it, flows quietly and loudly.
The cloud moves slowly, and the full moon that has been swallowed for a long time suddenly jumps out, like
A gold plate that just came out of the smelting furnace is dazzling, shining with golden light and shining all over the earth.
Bright, frogs on the lotus leaves, grasshoppers on the grass and birds on the branches are all.
This sudden light woke me up, cheered and sang loudly.
Good sentence: Passion is a brilliant flower, and its fragrance is refreshing. But these flowers will wither if they are not carefully planted. Passion is a jumping flame, hot and bright, intoxicating. But if we don't add wood and coal, the flame will go out. Passion is a lush forest, lush and full of vitality. But without protection and management, forests will disappear.
In life, we need to be sublime. With it, we will get rid of mediocrity, emptiness and even numbness. Moreover, once you have this understanding, you will find that sublimity is around you: it may be a mountain that makes you feel sublime; It may be a swan goose, which makes you feel tough; It may be a symphony that makes you understand and stir; It may be a calligraphy that makes you feel vigorous and powerful; Maybe even someone who makes you understand greatness and purity.
What is love? Love is the wind, love is the rain. Because of love, we are willing to be indifferent to quiet days; Because of our love, we dare to wear boots to meet them. What are your interests? Interest is a sail, and interest is a pulp. Because of interest, we are willing to sleep in the wind; It is also because of interest that I dare to go to the moon for nine days and catch turtles in five oceans.
"Guide the country and inspire people to forge ahead" is a kind of heroic chic. "Since God has given talents, let them be used!" It is a confident chic, "an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue" is a noble chic, and "I won't return it if I don't break Loulan" is a tragic chic.
Maturity is a quality, a quality that comes from the mind and is embodied in action; Maturity is a kind of ability, a kind of self-discipline and self-management ability; Maturity is an attitude, a calm attitude towards everything; Maturity is a state of mind, a state of mind that can look down on everything and everything is as light as water.
Packaging is the gorgeous shell of the house, the beautiful sun umbrella on the ugly woman's hand, and the catwalk of the model on the stage.
The sense of responsibility is a model in Zhu Gekongming's works, and it is a public servant monument set up when Kong Fansen ran away from home and his mother's blood spilled on the plateau. The sense of responsibility is Beethoven's symphony of destiny, challenging life and surpassing oneself.
Humor is the best business card when meeting people for the first time; Humor is the most spiritual lubricant when rubbing against people; Humor is the most transcendental blessing when bidding farewell to others. Humor adds luster to beauty and exposes the true colors of ugliness. May there be more humor in life, because it is a quality and a realm. We need humor.
Connotation is like pure water, although it is light but delicious; Connotation is like a quiet lotus, blooming without publicity; The connotation is like Bodhi, a monk, which gives people wisdom and enlightenment. Connotation is like a big tree in the hot summer sun, giving people coolness; Connotation is like the scenery in the course of life. Without it, the journey would not be so interesting. ...
Listening to the songs and songs in spring, we feel the vitality of life and the beauty of artistic conception; Listening to the ebb and flow of the sea, we feel the intense movement and magnificent realm; Listening to the teachings of the elderly, we are like sitting in the spring breeze; Listening to friends, we feel the value of friendship. ...
Praise is like the wind, blowing the white sail that will sail; Praise is like a bright lamp, illuminating the road of groping in the dark; Praise is like a warm sun, which dispels the cold in people's hearts; Praise is like spring rain, nourishing the bud of hope; Praise is like a rainbow, and its beauty is unforgettable …
Scenery extract: autumn color fu
"Autumn wind with autumn rain, cool night. There are many whistles and leaves are dancing. " Yes! Autumn wind is blowing, autumn rain is over, and autumn mother is busy putting golden clothes on the tree. Climb high and see far, just like a vast "sea of gold", the autumn wind sweeps, leaves fall in succession, and some dance like butterflies; Some fly like orioles; Some people spin lightly like dancers. The fallen leaves on the ground are like a thick golden blanket.
Autumn is not as vibrant as spring when flowers are in full bloom, but it is not as vibrant as summer when trees are shaded. But it attracts people with attractive autumn colors and golden fruits. I love the bright moon in autumn; Love to see the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums in Yingze Park; Love to watch the uniform geese fly south; Love to see the clear Fenhe River reflecting the blue sky; I prefer to see pearl-like grains piled up in the granary and heavy apples covered with branches.
In autumn, chrysanthemums stand upright against the wind, graceful and proud. There are red, white, yellow, purple, pink ... colorful, beautifully dressed in autumn. There is not such a saying that "chrysanthemum is not preferred among flowers, and this flower is even more flowerless."
In autumn, towering mountains are covered with red leaves, which are like flames and sunset clouds, and seem to disdain cold and autumn. It's really "frosty leaves are redder than February flowers".
How can this beautiful autumn color not be liked?
Enter autumn
When we enter autumn, the ears of rice, sunflowers, apples, grapes, corn and sorghum are all ripe, and the beautiful wild chrysanthemums also fragrant the narrow paths in the fields.
The ears of rice are ripe, and the golden face is like beautiful gold, shining in the sun.
When sunflowers are ripe, they all bow their heads as if they were walking with their backs bent.
The apples were cooled by the autumn wind, and everyone put on a red cotton-padded jacket, as if red lanterns were hung on every branch. Cut off every branch.
Grapes were also cooled by the autumn wind, and they were all covered with a purple robe, as if grapes were also cooled by the autumn wind, and they were all covered with a purple robe, just like beautiful purple pearls. How beautiful these strings are!
Corn happily holds the red tassel, as if forgetting the troubles of a summer.
Sorghum blushed and smiled as if she had been praised by others.
Wild chrysanthemums are also very fragrant in autumn. I walked on the narrow path in the field and gently smelled the fragrance of wild chrysanthemum, which was as beautiful as roses, honeysuckle, morning glory and cactus flowers.
Autumn, there are golden ears of rice, autumn, there are golden ears of rice, shiny sunflowers, red apples, purple grapes, yellow corn, red sorghum, so beautiful!
Ah! How colorful autumn is! How glorious you are! How noble you are! You are not only a beautiful season, but also a harvest season. I want to thank autumn, because autumn brings us food and fills the world with beauty.
Ah! How wonderful you are in autumn!
sunset glow
Today, after dinner, I played with my friends in the yard. We played for a while. When we are tired of playing, we lie on the soft beach and look at the sky. Suddenly, a touch of sunset came into my sight. I looked around and saw more sunsets. I looked at it carefully and found that the sunset glow is like many things.
Some sunset clouds are like an old hen, the chicks are covered with yellow feathers, and the sunset clouds behind them are like a vicious dog. Suddenly, the hen turned and pecked the evil dog and drove it away.
Some sunset clouds are like a dozen horses. They fly on the Yuan Ye and seem to run faster than anyone else. After a while, a horse crossed the finish line first. It is the strong in the group and the leader in the group. I think in life, no matter what you do, you must strive to be the first and not lag behind others.
Some sunset clouds are like children playing together. They sometimes swim in the river. Sometimes picking up stones by the river; Sometimes they wrestle in the shade, sometimes they pick fruit on the tree ... they have a good time.
The sunset glow is so beautiful that I didn't notice it before!
Grandpa's yard
In the morning, a silvery birdsong awakened the sleeping earth. I opened my blindfolded eyes, put on my clothes and went to grandpa's farmhouse. I looked up at the sky. The sky in the east was a fish-belly white, and the small courtyard gradually became active against the rising sun. Look, the rooster held his head high, straightened his chest, strode up the courtyard wall and shouted "wow, wow"; Birds stand in the treetops, chirping like happy notes; The smoke from the chimney is very warm. I think grandma must have started cooking.
After breakfast, the sun has risen very high. The yard suddenly lit up. Peony, rose, Clivia ..... one by one to meet the sunshine and compete to open. Peony flowers are blooming brightly, like the bright smiling faces of children. Red, yellow and pink roses are dancing in the breeze, just like a graceful girl. Clivia is in full bloom in the corner, but it doesn't make public, as if to show its gentlemanly demeanor.
There is an apricot tree in the middle of the yard, which looks so tall and straight among the flowers. It stretches the notes hard. On the branch, the small oval leaves are green. Pushing away the dense leaves, I also saw small apricots, like beating little hearts, showing us its exuberant vitality.
What surprised me even more was that a small drop of water hung on each tip of a clump of bamboo at the gate of the yard. I asked grandpa why every bamboo leaf was hung with crystal dew. Grandpa told me that bamboo absorbs water as much as possible at night to meet the needs of growth until it reaches the tip of the leaf. I suddenly realized that this thick green color is the embodiment of its vitality.
Time gradually arrived at noon, and in the moist earthy atmosphere, I smelled a burst of fragrant fragrance. Looking up, it turned out to be floating down from the locust tree outside the yard. White Sophora japonica is covered with branches, like a silver mountain. It's really "like the spring breeze, thousands of trees bloom at night"! The buzz of bees adds vitality to the yard.
This is grandpa's yard, a vibrant yard!
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Countless golden autumn leaves, like boats rippling with the "waves", stagger and stop … dotted with the cement pavement as gray as the sky. Gradually, more and more golden leaves, slowly … slowly … paved the road, layered on the road, giving people a beautiful and comfortable feeling.
As soon as I came to the garden, it was full of autumn scenery. While enjoying the autumn scenery, I found a falling magnolia leaf under my feet. I picked it up gently and observed it carefully: it is more like a boat, and there is a thick and long stem on the dark green leaves, which is particularly obvious. The front feels smooth, with a yellow border around it, which is very nice. The broad leaves are uneven on the back, with a layer of brown hair, short and dense. Magnolia leaves are relatively strong, and it seems that she wants to use her small body to resist the autumn wind, but her weak body can't resist the ruthless cold wind in autumn. I carefully put it in the leaf collection bag.
Miss Qiu stayed in the breeze, and the leaves fell one after another. Only the leaves that are not afraid of the cold wind are still motionless and afraid of the autumn wind. Red, yellow and green ... autumn is really a colorful season.
I walked along the elegant path, and the birds in the forest were scared by my footsteps and flew to the blue sky ... It was convenient for me to stop working. At first glance, I have come to the red world-Hongfenglin. Looking at the red maple all over the mountain, it looks like a red ocean from a distance, bright and dazzling. I couldn't help walking over and holding a maple leaf. Wow, it's beautiful! Like a slap, bright red, bright red; Like a fan, flat; Like a blooming flower, it will never fade! Before I left, I picked up a green maple, which I will cherish forever. It is a symbol of youth, beauty and passion! Looking back, I saw that this red maple is like a tenacious fire, no matter how many storms it has experienced, it will not go out.
snow
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Beautiful snowflakes are flying. I haven't seen you for three years.
Last year in Fujian, it seemed a little later than now, and I also saw snow. But that's snow on the top of the mountain in the distance, not flying snowflakes. On the plain, it only occasionally sprinkles a few drops with the rain and never falls to the ground. Its color is gray, not white; Its weight is like raindrops, and it can't fly. As soon as it landed, it immediately melted into water, jumping or sighing without trace, just like when it snowed in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. This kind of snow, the old Fujian people I met for the first time in 40 years, can certainly feel special significance and talk about it with relish, but in my opinion, it is always boring. It snows in Fujian, but I don't think so.
I like the flying snowflakes in Shanghai. It is "snow-white" white, as beautiful as a flower. It seems to be lighter than air, not falling from the air, but being rolled up from the ground by the air. However, it is like a living creature, like a group of gnats (ruì) at dusk in summer, like bees in the honey-picking period in spring. It is busy flying, up or down, fast or slow, or sticking to people, or squeezing into the cracks, and seems to have its own will and purpose. It is silent. But when it flies, we seem to hear the cries and footsteps of millions of people, the rough sea, the roar of the forest, and sometimes it seems to hear the whispers of children, the quiet evening prayers in the chapel, the cheerful birds singing in the garden ... It brings gloom and cold. But in its flying posture, we saw a charitable mother, a lively child, smiling flowers, warm sun, silent sunset ... it didn't breathe. But when it jumped on our faces, we seemed to smell the fresh air in the wilderness, the elegant orchids in the valley, the rich roses in the garden, and the faint jasmine ... During the day, it made thousands of beautiful gestures; At night, it gives off silver light, shines on our pedestrians, and draws all kinds of flowers and trees on our glass windows, oblique, straight, curved and upside down. And the river, the clouds in the sky …
You see, the maple leaves are fiery red, glowing red, bright red, dancing assiduously in the autumn wind, laughing assiduously in the sunset, and showing their femininity assiduously in people's praise. Looking at the fiery maple, I can't help but think of the poem of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Frost leaves are red in February.
In the morning, I came to the park. I found that the trees in the park were not as lush as before, and the leaves fell all over the floor. When the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves on the ground dance with the wind, just like beautiful butterflies. Some fallen leaves on the ground have withered; Some have just fallen, and there is still a trace of green; Others fell off a few days ago and were eaten by insects for several holes.
At this moment, I looked up and saw a flaming maple forest. That maple leaf is so bright and warm. I walked into the maple forest, picked up a maple leaf and observed it carefully. This maple leaf looks like a beautiful red five-star and an open palm. Veins stretch freely among leaves, as if it were the most beautiful here, but quietly add a touch of beauty to maple leaves. I looked at the maple leaf again. The color of this maple leaf is really beautiful. It is big red, so bright and beautiful.
Xishui
A transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.
In spring, your eyes are gorgeous;
In summer, your eyes are thick green;
In autumn, your eyes are clear;
In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.
You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; And left me as a child.
Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy. ...
You are an ancient song in our life-
You see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play funeral music;
You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside;
You heard it too: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land. ...
Without you, who will leave us with natural colors;
Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us?
Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.
When I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far.
Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother!
Describe the sun:
I often get up early to watch the sunrise. It was still dark at that time, and it was quiet around, only the sound of the ship's machines was heard.
The sky is still light blue and shallow. In a blink of an eye, a Xia Hong appeared among the landlords connected with Tianshui. The scope of Xia Hong is gradually expanding and getting brighter. I knew the sun was going to rise on the horizon, so I didn't look there in the blink of an eye.
Sure enough, after a while, the small half of the sun appeared in that place. Red is very red, but there is no light. The sun seems to be carrying a heavy burden, rising slowly, vertically and vigorously. Finally, it broke through the clouds and jumped out of the sea completely. The color is really red and lovely. In an instant, this dark red round thing gave off dazzling light, which made people's eyes ache. The cloud next to it suddenly lit up.
Sometimes the sun is hidden in the clouds, and the sun shines directly through the cracks in the clouds. I can't tell where the water is and where the sky is, but I only see a light.
Sometimes there are black clouds on the horizon, and the clouds are still thick. The sun rises and people can't see it yet. Its light gives the dark clouds a glowing Phnom Penh. Later, the sun slowly emerged from the tight encirclement and appeared in the sky, dyeing pieces of clouds purple or red. At this time, not only the sun, clouds and sea water, but also myself became bright.
Isn't this a great spectacle?
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.
Describe the moon:
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 the crescent moon bends, it hangs high in the sky and casts a faint silver light on the water, which increases the coolness of the water. The evening fragrance building opposite stands quietly under the silver light, and there is a glistening flower in front of the building. There are mountains, stone walls, peach trees and willow trees, each with its own color and shape. In the silver moonlight, they all seem to contain skeletons in their closet. -Ba Jin's "Home"
The moon is fine at night. It hangs in the air. Although it's just a crescent moon, it's still far from the chaos, but it spreads soft and clear light all over the world. The peaks, bamboo forests, ridges, houses, fences and haystacks in Qingxi Township are shrouded in endless white veils, which are ethereal, mysterious and beautiful. -Zhou Libo's Great Changes in the Countryside
The full moon sky is as clear as the sea, with a little floating clouds, as if someone was washing chalk in a pen wash. The moon is filled with cold light waves, like a newly polished iron mirror. Ba Jin also described the landscape of the full moon in "Home": the front gradually lit up, a bright white water lay across the front, and the water surface layer was moonlight, which became a shining one. The full moon rises and falls on the water, sometimes it is slightly oval by the turbulent water waves ... Suddenly, a stone fell into the water, scattering the bright moon into a big circle. Although the moon quickly returned to its original state, the circle on the water still existed and gradually expanded to no more. -Lu Xun's "White Light"
The waning moon is still hanging in the night sky in Pudong, and its color has gradually faded. Moonlight shines on the water, and the faint water of Huangpu River seems to turn blue at night. There are several cruise ships in the middle of the river, full of colorful lights ... rowing around, probably to save the moon ... but the poor moon-eating dog is the earth where we sit and watch the moon! -Guo Moruo's Eclipse
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, until she finds that nothing is moving, then appearing in the sky sparkly. It is crystal clear and pure, as beautiful as a crystal ball; It is green and radiant, like a bright lamp, very bright.
Faith is the pillar of towering buildings. Without it, it's just a pile of scattered bricks. Faith is the bed of a surging river. Without it, there is only a tidal wave. Faith is the beacon of blazing fire. Without it, there is only a cold firewood. Faith is the main engine of ocean-going ships. Without it, there is only a paralyzed giant frame.
Standing on the coast of history, I wandered back to the ditch of history: Dr. Chu meditated on Zehe and died without regret; Wei Wudi pointed the whip to the east with great courage; Tao Yuanming carefree Nanshan, drinking and picking chrysanthemums ... they chose eternity, even if they flatter and slander, they don't follow, which is a persistent choice; Even if the horse dies, it is only a hero's choice; Even if you are poor and have no food all day, you are willing to take pleasure in it and devote yourself to farming. This is an elegant choice. Some choices, emperors will become their great achievements, and sages will touch guests and become their eternal articles.