My friend's house is far away from me, and I have to go through a hill. On the quiet mountain, I saw a lot-I walked on the mountain and felt very quiet. That kind of silence is a kind of enjoyment, a kind of beauty.
In the quiet mountains, a spring breeze caressed, and several fragrant osmanthus flowers gently fell to the ground with the breeze. Pick it up and put it on the tip of your nose That taste is refreshing and fragrant! Slowly, the moon came out. She is hazy, like a shy girl.
The moon shines gently, so soft, as subtle and lovely as a little princess. To your surprise, such a gentle little moon sister woke up a few resting birds! When the bird wakes up, it rubs its eyes and becomes lively.
Some are warmly greeting the moon, some are telling stories to the moon with relish, and some are quietly enjoying the moving beauty of the moon sister. Look, how happy! After a long time, the birds were tired and fell asleep by the branches one by one.
However, suddenly a bird was thirsty, so it flapped its wings and came to a small river, chirping in the spring mountain stream, and occasionally chirping ... what a charming scenery, what an unforgettable scenery. So, I couldn't help but pick up a pen and record what I saw and heard bit by bit, and compiled an ancient poem-"Birding Creek".
2. Bird-singing Creek has been rewritten into landscape prose of more than 400 words. One Spring Festival evening, my friend invited me to visit his home, and I walked leisurely along a quiet path of my friend's home.
My friend's house is far away from me, and I have to go through a hill. On the quiet mountain, I saw a lot-I walked on the mountain and felt very quiet. That kind of silence is a kind of enjoyment, a kind of beauty.
In the quiet mountains, a spring breeze caressed, and several fragrant osmanthus flowers gently fell to the ground with the breeze. Pick it up and put it on the tip of your nose That taste is refreshing and fragrant! Slowly, the moon came out. She is hazy, like a shy girl.
The moon shines gently, so soft, as subtle and lovely as a little princess. To your surprise, such a gentle little moon sister woke up a few resting birds! When the bird wakes up, it rubs its eyes and becomes lively.
Some are warmly greeting the moon, some are telling stories to the moon with relish, and some are quietly enjoying the moving beauty of the moon sister. Look, how happy! After a long time, the birds were tired and fell asleep by the branches one by one.
However, suddenly a bird was thirsty, so it flapped its wings and came to a small river, chirping in the spring mountain stream, and occasionally chirping ... what a charming scenery, what an unforgettable scenery.
3. The Birding Stream was rewritten into a landscape essay of more than 400 words. The night in spring is silent, and osmanthus flowers wither unconsciously. Silence makes the mountains in spring night more empty. The moon came out and the birds were disturbed by the moonlight. From time to time, there were waves of clear birdsong in the mountain stream.
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When people's hearts calm down, they can feel the sweet-scented osmanthus falling from the branches in spring, and the spring mountain is empty in the quiet night. The bright moon rises from the valley, arouses the mountain birds, and sometimes sings in the mountain stream.
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In this quiet place, sweet-scented osmanthus gently falls in the quiet night, making the spring forest more empty. The rise of the moon alarmed the mountain birds perched on the trees, and their crisp calls rang in the empty mountain stream.
One spring night, a friend invited me to his home, and I walked leisurely along a quiet path next to his home.
My friend's house is far away from me, and I have to go through a hill. On the quiet mountain, I saw a lot-I walked on the mountain and felt very quiet. That kind of silence is a kind of enjoyment, a kind of beauty.
In the quiet mountains, a spring breeze caressed, and several fragrant osmanthus flowers gently fell to the ground with the breeze. Pick it up and put it on the tip of your nose That taste is refreshing and fragrant! Slowly, the moon came out. She is hazy, like a shy girl.
The moon shines gently, so soft, as subtle and lovely as a little princess. To your surprise, such a gentle little moon sister woke up a few resting birds! When the bird wakes up, it rubs its eyes and becomes lively.
Some are warmly greeting the moon, some are telling stories to the moon with relish, and some are quietly enjoying the moving beauty of the moon sister. Look, how happy! After a long time, the birds were tired and fell asleep by the branches one by one.
However, suddenly a bird was thirsty, so it flapped its wings and came to a small river, chirping in the spring mountain stream, and occasionally chirping ... what a charming scenery, what an unforgettable scenery. So, I couldn't help but pick up a pen and record what I saw and heard bit by bit, and compiled an ancient poem-"Birding Creek".
5. Write a landscape article by changing the birdsong to about 400 words. Fluttering English beats the poet's sleeve and awakens the poet's dream. The poet's feelings spread in Shan Ye with the fragrance of laurel in spring. I didn't know that night had come. ...
Mysterious shadows are sneaking into the valley. A thin layer of gauze covered the bottom of the ravine, covered the stone road, covered the grass and trees, and covered the stream. Coupled with the sound of her flowing water, it was a dream ... so the mountain forest in front of me was empty and quiet. Only the gently falling petals of Olea lutea suddenly flashed in the dark night and fell silent again.
There is a faint fragrance in the humid air, and the mountains at night look pale and misty. The poet who is immersed in the dense night is also pale and hazy. He doesn't know that spring has arrived. ...
Suddenly, the naughty moon emerged from the hidden clouds, and the light of laughter shone, illuminating the flowers, the fog and the nest in the tree. One nest of chicks croaked, another nest croaked, some birds croaked, some birds croaked, and suddenly, even the flashing stream sang. This sonata rippled in the mountain stream and echoed in the empty valley.
Night, fragrant night ...
Dew wet the poet's clothes and thoughts.
"Oh, my friend, you entered this cloud, but you washed away the noise of the world and forgot the way when you came?" -The poet recited his feelings in a low voice, as if telling his friend Huangfu and talking to himself.
6. Change birdsong creek into a 400-word landscape writing article. The fluttering falling flowers beat the poet's sleeve and awakened the poet's dream. The poet's feelings spread in Shan Ye with the fragrance of laurel in spring. I didn't know that night had come ... mysterious shadows were sneaking into the valley.
A thin layer of gauze covered the bottom of the ravine, covered the stone road, covered the grass and trees, and covered the stream. Coupled with the sound of her flowing water, it was a dream ... so the mountain forest in front of me was empty and quiet. Only the gently falling petals of Olea lutea suddenly flashed in the dark night and fell silent again.
There is a faint fragrance in the humid air, and the mountains at night look pale and misty. The poet who is immersed in the dark night is also pale and hazy. He doesn't know that spring has come ... Suddenly, the naughty moon appears from the hidden clouds, smiling and fluorescent, illuminating the flowers, fog and nests in trees. One nest of chicks croaked, another nest croaked, some birds croaked, some birds croaked, and suddenly, even the flashing stream sang. This sonata rippled in the mountain stream and echoed in the empty valley.
Night, fragrant night ... Dew wet the poet's clothes and his thoughts. "Oh, my friend, you entered this cloud, but you washed away the noise of the world and forgot the way when you came?" -The poet recited his feelings in a low voice, as if telling his friend Huangfu and talking to himself.
7. Rewrite Bird Watching Creek into a short essay about scenery, and rewrite Bird Watching Creek in 500 words.
One Spring Festival evening, a friend invited me to visit his home, and I walked leisurely along a quiet path next to his home. My friend's house is far away from me, and I have to go through a hill. In the quiet mountains, I saw a lot-
I walked on the mountain and felt very quiet. That kind of silence is a kind of enjoyment and beauty. In the quiet mountains, a spring breeze caressed, and several fragrant osmanthus flowers gently fell to the ground with the breeze. Pick it up and put it on the tip of your nose That taste is refreshing and fragrant! Slowly, the moon came out. She is hazy, like a shy girl. The moon shines gently, so soft, as subtle and lovely as a little princess. To your surprise, such a gentle little moon sister woke up a few resting birds! When the bird wakes up, it rubs its eyes and becomes lively. Some are warmly greeting the moon, some are telling stories to the moon with relish, and some are quietly enjoying the moving beauty of the moon sister. Look, how happy! After a long time, the birds were tired and fell asleep by the branches one by one. However, suddenly a bird was thirsty, so it flapped its wings and came to a small river, twittering in the spring mountain stream, and occasionally twittering. ...
What a charming scenery, what an unforgettable scenery. So, I couldn't help but pick up a pen and record what I saw and heard bit by bit, and compiled an ancient poem-"Birding Creek".