Excerpts of beautiful paragraphs describing scenery
Excerpts of paragraphs describing beautiful scenery. If you want to write an excellent composition, in addition to corresponding to the title, what is more important is beautiful paragraphs that are worth recalling. , especially compositions about describing scenes. Below we have carefully collected excerpts of beautiful paragraphs describing scenes. Let’s take a look!
Excerpt 1 of the beautiful scenery paragraph
1. The accumulated water in the courtyard could not be drained quickly and turned into a pond. The leaves torn off by the wind were like small boats, swaying toward the outside. Water mouth. The big raindrops in the sky hit the stagnant water in the yard diagonally, stirring up water splashes, and then turned into transparent white bubbles, like athletes wearing swimming caps, disappearing into the distance while swimming.
2. The summer sky is like a baby’s face. It changes at any time. It was clear just now, but soon it will be covered with dark clouds. A strong wind will blow, and suddenly, there will be flying sand and rocks, chickens and dogs jumping, and trees in chaos. Swing, the doors and windows banged, and the raindrops hit the doors and windows. It was not a "crash" sound, but a "pop" sound. The thunder of summer is like the sound of artillery coming from a distant battlefield, and the lightning is like red snakes covered with fire, flying across the sky again and again, lighting up the dark sky.
3. The sun is no longer cold, and the sky is like an endless indigo dye vat, clean and without a trace of impurities. The narrow street was crowded with two closely packed rows of vehicles of different sizes and styles. I am not a person who pays attention to the road under my feet. In this place that is not very regular and can even be called run-down, the sky above is its charm. In addition to houses and vehicles on both sides of the street, there are also sparsely standing young ginkgo trees, trembling cautiously in the dazzling sunshine, as if they are telling passers-by in a soft voice that this is not the destination, they are not the most beautiful and typical here. Representatives of , don't let their not-so-classy looks disturb your mood and appear so reserved and humble.
4. The sky gradually turned brighter, and I saw that I was approaching Dishui Lake. My restless mood slowly eased, and I looked at the vast and calm lake, and watched the gray-blue waves on the lake. Sparkling, there is a sign of dripping water erected in the center of the lake. It is so lifelike, sucking in the breath blowing from the lake, mixed with a little wet moisture, moisturizing every inch of the originally dry skin.
5. The maple leaves are bright, warm, and swaying softly in the wind. The red all over the mountains and plains is like a vivid oil painting, as beautiful as clouds; it is also like a beautiful little poem, which retrieves the memory of the eyebrows in gentleness, and then kneads it into a vein of warmth and gracefulness into a wisp of fragrance.
6. The winter is snowy, and the terraces make the plain white snow look distinct. The upper areas are covered with snow and the lower areas are slightly covered with mud. The warmth of the sun was pulled away by the trembling clouds, leaving some light. It actually makes the snow look whiter. Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up at the terraced fields with no peak, it seems that as you walk up step by step, you will always reach the end of the snow, the boundless paradise.
7. The cyan spreads on the ground, and dots of red come into view, always small and exquisite. The artistic conception of green with a little red is there, as if a quilt of flowers has been embroidered on the ground. It doesn't have the charm of climbing up the branches, but it is still pleasing to the eye. It is pure and elegant.
8. Snow is falling, fluttering from the sky, falling on the roof, falling to the ground, very light, like the footsteps of a kitten. There are a few crystal ice cubes shining in the snow. The trees were covered in snow-covered clothes, with white hats, white cotton-padded jackets, and white scarves. It was such a pure day.
9. Snow, is it a white elf flying from a distant country? Is it the white fluff falling from the wings of an angel? Or is it a white quilt specially prepared for the earth in the harsh winter? Yes, snow, like reed flowers; Like cotton wool; like the downy seeds of a dandelion. She is fluttering, she is fluttering, she is graceful...
10. It is quiet outside, as if only the snowflakes are falling gently, and a good show is going on, really like a jade puzzle with pink makeup and jade. The silver kingdom. The road seemed to be covered with a thick carpet, which made a "creak" sound when stepped on, leaving a series of deep footprints. The world covered with ice and snow is particularly enchanting.
11. Look up at the sky, snowflakes are dancing in the sky. I stepped on the snow and was alone in this vast white scene. It felt like I was in heaven, with soft white clouds under my feet and cute and pure elves beside me. I danced with these elves using the dance I learned in school.
12. The consequence of lingering around while watching the water is that five or six people are left alone. There is no ready-made road up from Longtan. Fortunately, a philosopher once said that there is no road in the world, but when there are more people walking, it becomes a road. After stumbling and looking around all the way, I finally made it up. We had a great time taking a group photo on the "Rainbow Bridge", then crossed the "Iron Cable Bridge" on the river bed, and walked onto the "Wooden Plank Road" by the reservoir. A section of the wooden plank road is built on a water channel. When walking on it, you can hear the water flowing under your feet and the quiet sound of the empty valley.
13. Looking at the mountains and fields, it is exquisite and clear, like an endless white brocade, a wonderland woven by ghosts and gods; it is so ethereal that there is no trace of human glitz or distracting thoughts. Jade belts are entangled in the wilderness, and wax elephants are galloping. , and like thousands of white flowers cascading down in the sun, without any obstruction or obstruction. The sky is slightly misty, and the snowflakes are one by one, and you are next to me and I am squeezing you; like goose feathers, like pear blossoms, flirting and whispering, dancing lightly in the dream; extremely beautiful, extremely graceful, extremely unbearable to fall. . The trees, grass, vines and ice sculptures around me are made of jade, and the long ice hangings are dripping with dew. The mist is rising, like celestial music swirling among the jade buildings and jade buildings. My vision gradually blurred, and I was immersed in this single color. Just imagine, who can describe and copy such a flawless crystal! Even the exquisite words seem so redundant and pale in this scene...
14. The sun dyes the clouds like It was as gorgeous as a rainbow, and the halo squeezed out from between the clouds was exactly the same as the golden color of the earth. Farmers harvesting rice can be seen everywhere on the mountainous slopes. A scene of busy harvest. The square rice buckets were placed on the field, and the full rice was poured out in handfuls. This harvesting method is a rice threshing method that has been refined through history and is rarely preserved. It makes people curious and can’t help but want to go up and try it out. When farmers rise up, they can't help but hum the folk songs passed down by their ancestors from generation to generation. The strong atmosphere of harvest makes every farmer and tourist enjoy it.
15. I am not the only one who likes cherry blossoms. After all, cherry blossoms are very beautiful. During this time, you can see some students holding a small book by the lake from time to time. With this beautiful scene, it is enough to linger in the tranquility, and it goes without saying that it is so comfortable. People can be seen walking under the cherry blossom trees everywhere along the lake, sometimes laughing and sometimes playing, and the playful girls have to pick two. In the deep depths, you can still see some young lovers cuddling together, talking and laughing sweetly. Sakura seemed to be even more shy when she saw him, and couldn't help but blush.
16. The rain seemed to have jumped into the river, following the whirlpool of the current, rolling up thousands of piles of snow, and staged a scene of the Chibi Battle. The poplar trees had fallen leaves, and they were like small boats. Along the current and against the current, there is a certain course but they are fighting in the wind and rain. Without the smoke, the dragonfly would have flown away long ago, and the little lotus would show its sharp horns, waiting to stand on its head.
17. One piece of yellow, alternating with one piece of green, is the road leading to the nine acres of land, and the other leading to the high slope, both in the east. Therefore, people in the east like to take the road with nine acres of land, which is closer to home, while people in the west like to take the road with a higher slope and the road with nine acres of land. They were all busy rushing around. When they were thirsty, they stopped to ask for a drink. The water in the water tank was filtered through alum. They scooped up the water with a copper spoon and drank until they had enough. Then they stroked their straw hats. It was just wheat straw or straw. They all knitted paintings under the sunset.
18. The large area of ??red includes vermilion, ocher, and a touch of light red. Each maple leaf seems to be composed of a variety of reds; the green is no longer the faint green in summer. , but quietly soaked in the yellow of autumn, which is yellow among green, with most of the green in the yellow; that yellow is green, shallow, and gorgeous, like the faint watercolor painted by an artist.
19. The bright morning sun lifts the slightly heavy dusk. When you listen to the breathing of dreams and reality, the green rice fields gently bend down to say hello to you. Regardless of whether you respond lazily or not, it still maintains that posture humbly. Because the rice is getting fuller day by day. Because the crystal clear dew has not yet been picked.
20. Spring plowing is not just about loosening the soil, plowing the fields, sowing and spreading seedlings. It is more important to sow the seeds of hope when the sun is shining and the flowers are blooming in spring, and take good care of them, hoping for a good harvest in the autumn. In fact, except for those people in ragged clothes kneeling on the ground begging, most of them are farmers. There are times when they work hard, there are times when they persist and wait, and of course there are times when they reap success. It's just that they are not in this purple magpie world with steep mountains and charming cultural scenery. It seems to be a pity.
21. At the summer solstice, the mountains are covered with greenery, which is a particularly beautiful appearance in the purple magpie world. There are clouds and smoke floating on the mountainside, like fairy mist falling to the ground nine days away. There are layers of terraced fields in a well-proportioned pattern, with criss-crossing streets. There are several farmhouses located on the mountainside. They guard this terraced ocean with the sun and moon. They have been carefully cared for since the seedlings were raised and sown in early spring. So that every bit of green is spliced ??into a vast sea of ??green.
22. Every New Year, the coldness recedes and flowers bloom. After sleeping all winter, the Purple Magpie World was finally willing to lift up the snow-white quilt, smile at the blue sky thousands of miles away, and listen to the singing of hundreds of birds.
23. When I was immersed in the green and dots of red alone, there was another kind of grass that was even more novel to me, that is the grass that can grow lanterns. The lantern was hung on the grass sutra, changing from green to red, with a thin film on the outside. The orange-red outer membrane is like the cover of a lantern. When you peel off the outer membrane, there is a lamp hanging inside, which is also orange-red. One day, I picked a lot of them, which were red lanterns. They were hung on the grass scriptures and were waiting to be blown apart in the wind. I might as well keep them. What was hanging there was fiery red and warm. Excerpt 2 of beautiful scenery paragraphs
1. Not far away, a thin stream of water slowly flows through the middle of the desert, forming a winding river. At first glance, it looks like a crescent spring.
At that moment, everyone cheered and couldn't help being happy. They took off their shoes one after another and stepped on the soft sand with bare feet. Each of the foot sockets was crookedly printed on the beach, and a pleasant feeling of comfort surged throughout the body.
2. It was March, and the sky outside the city seemed extremely high and clear. The fields are crisp and soft, the grass is very tender, and there are dandelions in it, which are light yellow little by little, making people feel a little excited. Looking at the willows from a distance, they are so green that there is smoke, and they are as dizzy as a dream. I can't help but look closer, but there are no leaves on the branches, and the veins under the skin are flowing green.
3. Most people plant a few plum trees, orange trees, peach trees and apricot trees in front of and behind their houses. In the spring season, plum flowers and orange flowers are more beautiful than others, and the smell is pure. Elegant; peach blossoms and apricot blossoms are like a girl's face, bright and dazzling, attracting butterflies to dance lightly, bees to whisper, and cicadas to sing. Those who are a little industrious will dig a lotus pond in front of their house or next to their house. Every summer, the lotus leaves stand gracefully and green. The breeze blows, and the sound of the lotus leaves rubbing and dancing together with the croaking frogs is like a graceful song. music.
4. The sun is no longer cold, and the sky is like an endless indigo dye vat, clean and without a trace of impurities. The narrow street was crowded with two closely packed rows of vehicles of different sizes and styles. I am not a person who pays attention to the road under my feet. In this place that is not very regular and can even be called run-down, the sky above is its charm. In addition to houses and vehicles on both sides of the street, there are also sparsely standing young ginkgo trees, trembling cautiously in the dazzling sunshine, as if they are telling passers-by in a soft voice that this is not the destination, they are not the most beautiful and typical here. Representatives of , don't let their not-so-classy looks disturb your mood and appear so reserved and humble.
5. The soil in the forest is mixed with a fresh smell, and the grass blades slowly poke their heads out. At the roots of the trees, in the bushes, and under your feet, the unknown light green spreads quietly. Like a light gouache.
6. The wind blows, and the trees in the distance ripple with waves. The sound is like thunder, coming from far to near, from near to far, sometimes falling to the east, sometimes falling to the west, as if Drunk people are a bit tragic and a bit desolate. The waves cover up the chirping of the birds. Only the goshawks are soaring in the sky. The clouds in the sky are moved quickly in the sky by the wind. It is a bit dazzling to stare at them. Somewhat dizzy. The nearby weeds were also blown up and down by the wind, making a rustling sound. The wadding on the tips of the grass was lifted up by the wind and fluttered in the sun, dreamlike and inspiring endless reverie.
7. On campus, beauty fills our eyes. Beautiful, it’s the classmates who bend down to pick up the garbage and put it into the trash can. Beauty is the sound of reading in the classroom. The beauty is when the young pioneers give a team salute or say hello to the teacher. Beauty is the hearty laughter on the playground. Beauty is when students gather together to discuss difficult problems. Beauty, even a friendly joke made by my classmates... Beauty, is right next to me.
8. The snow that fell on the trees seemed to be filled with pear blossoms; the houses over there were also covered in snow, and the pedestrians walking on the soft snow looked like small and large trees. footprints left behind. The happiest thing is us innocent children. We laugh and chase in the snow. Our little faces red from the cold are blooming in the silver world. Some make snowmen, some have snowball fights, and some Some are skating, some are rolling, some are turning... Rather than saying this is a silver world, it is better to say this is a paradise for children.
9. This is such a beautiful moment, an infatuating scene, the soft sunset in the evening, the faint fragrance of lotus approaching, the quiet heart in the noisy city, and the imagination in my mind The sketches drawn one by one, the smooth watercolors, and the magnificent brushwork, everything came quietly, and then left quietly. I only know that my heart is full of gratitude at this time.
10. Compared with the asphalt roads in the city, the dirt roads in my hometown do have many shortcomings and shortcomings. But in that historical period, it was an absolutely indispensable ribbon treasure for farmers. He left me so many wonderful memories. Although it is rare to find him in today's rural areas, he is in my heart. His extraordinary magnanimity and contribution often reappear in my mind, and it is still difficult to get rid of him. .
11. In summer, the lush trees swayed with the wind, the hot sun hung high in the sky, and pink lotus flowers danced in the wind in the pond. Suddenly, there was a strong wind, thunder and lightning, as big as a pearl. The raindrops are falling in the sky, and the big trees are greedily sucking the sweet rainwater. The raindrops change from big to small, and then disappear. Summer is so beautiful.
12. The spring breeze in February, during the day, is warm and slightly moist, blowing on the face, but it smells a bit like cotton wool blowing on the face; but at night, Especially late at night, the sharp force is really a bit like scissors. The night wind was blowing in the river beach, and the willow trees on the beach were vigorously dancing their tender and oily branches as if they were drunk.
13. The cool autumn is coming. In the morning, the fog is thick, and the whole world seems to be covered by a layer of silver gauze.
14. The sun slowly rose and I stepped onto the deck. The wind is still a little chilly. The mountains in the distance are clearly visible. A mountain is like a horse, like a monkey, like a camel, like a pen, like a pillar, like a girl. I think it looks more like Wei Ran's dark green barriers.
Our boat swam by the corner of the mountain. The rocks at the corner of the mountain have been washed by the water, sun and moon, forming deep indentations. The steep rocks are as if they were created by miraculous craftsmanship. During this period, God used a divine pen to paint a series of natural paintings, especially the nine-horse painting mountain. The nine horses were so lifelike that some people could not distinguish them clearly. The boat had already passed by and they had to look at the oncoming mountains and rivers.
15. When dreams and reality face each other, it is always painful. Either you are knocked down by the pain, or you trample the pain under your feet.
16. After climbing up the hillside, there are no longer attractive tangerines on the other side, but graceful fir trees. They stand tall and graceful. The fir trees stand unrestrainedly under the boundless sky. Wherever the breeze passes, they seem to be singing to me, as gentle as possible. The pointed leaves also became soft and charming in my admiring eyes, full of charm.
17. The beauty of autumn falls like raindrops on every corner of my hometown, everywhere. There was even a golden sea formed. I was passing by the field and glanced at the cornfield casually, but my eyes suddenly straightened and I stared intently at these large tracts of cornfields. I saw that each corn was golden yellow, standing upright under the sun, greedily sucking the bright sunshine, and completing its final growth in the sun. The wind blows and plays with them. From a high place, they look like rolling waves, forming a golden sea. This sea exudes a joyful atmosphere, and the whole sea is telling the story of the farmer's uncle's careful cultivation. The farmer uncles were submerged as soon as they entered the sea, but they obviously liked being submerged because they created it with their own hands.
18. The rain curtain has become thicker and thicker, and the outline of the distant mountains cannot be seen, and the shadows of the trees on the edge of the playground are also blurred. The raindrops splashing on the railings splashed on my shoes, my trouser legs, my clothes, and my cheeks. How I want to take off my clothes, run into the rain, and sing and dance with the storm. But... I can only close my eyes and listen quietly to the roar of thunder, the joy of birds under the sheltered eaves, and the flags flying in the wind and rain...
19. I like it. In the warm afternoon, enjoy the quiet warmth, the light-colored window sill is divided by the sunlight, and there are wisps of fragrance.
20. In the long river of time, I meet you, my dear. From then on, there was a touch of magnificent color in my life. I will never lose myself in the dark night again, I will silently watch you all my life.
21. The dense reeds are green in color, and crystal clear raindrops flow slowly along the green. As the wind swayed, just like countless women in green shirts, they generously gave us the spotless air. We couldn't help but take a greedy deep breath. In an instant, every cell and even the whole body and mind seemed to be saturated with reed fragrance!
22. The spring rain is gentle, and the spring rain is beating on the bamboo branches and leaves. The rain sometimes slides down in a straight line, and sometimes drifts with the wind, leaving behind beautiful shadows like smoke, mist, yarn, and silk. The splashing raindrops seem to be the beating notes on the piano, playing a beautiful melody.
23. The farmland in my hometown is a joyous scene. Every corn in the farmland is very full, and they all stand upright, like proud guards; there are some bristles at the tips of the corns, and they look like an old man with a beard. People in the orchard are not idle either. The farmers are working hard picking kiwi fruits. Seeing that this year’s harvest is good, the farmers smiled. I think I can definitely sell it at a good price in the market. Although these kiwis look ugly, they are fluffy, but they are delicious. After peeling off the skin, there is green pulp inside with black seeds in the middle. Sweet and sour.
24. The small river flows through the Beiji Mountain area. The river water forms deep pools of various sizes under the huge drop. The pool is bottomless and green all year round, giving the river the reputation of Ocean Creek. There are about a dozen deep pools in the five or six kilometers long river section. The water in the pools is quiet and the reflections are like paintings.
25. Dawn is gradually breaking, the light blue sky is studded with a few remaining stars, and the earth is hazy, like a silver-gray veil.
26. Several small peach trees next to it are also in bud. The deep red buds cannot stop its gorgeous style, making people want to see how stunning it is when it blooms. Passing by the flower market a few days ago, I happened to see a flower farmer selling this type of small ornamental peach tree. The flower buds on each branch were about the same size and well-proportioned. They were all in bud. I really wanted to plant them. I bought it, but after thinking about it, I forgot about it. Growing flowers is not something that a rough person like me can do.
27. There is a cloud of apricot blossoms under the mountain. The streams in the valley swirled, jumped, tinkled, and splashed silver mist. There is life everywhere, even under the thin ice in the shade, there is water flowing and dense numbers of small fish swimming.
28. A warm wind blows, carrying news of new life, development, and prosperity, reaching almost every cell. The distant mountains on the other side of the lake have woken up from their slumber, reflecting the hope of spring. The spring seedlings in the fields are like women enjoying spring, dancing their green clothes wantonly. The willow silk on the river bank has just revealed its goose-yellow leaf buds. Birds are flying and chasing each other, as if a great cause is being carried out. There are several clusters of village houses, all of the same shape, with numerous roof tiles.
The people living in those houses, men, women, old and young, saw that spring was coming and there would be a new career and new success on the earth. They were also happy: they would not be lazy or avoid work. Work hard there.
29. I don’t dare to neglect the creek in front of my hometown house. The white fish belly in the east is still there, and the diligent stream is singing. The singing is filled with so much happiness, joy and poetry. Xiyang is a warm and affectionate beautician. She painted Xiaoxi's pretty face pink, and the little fish and shrimp were playing coquettishly in Xiaoxi's chest.
30. The light emitted by the sun is getting higher and higher, and the sea is full of ripples and brilliance. The sea is covered with a golden veil. On the coast, grandpa's white beard turned into a golden beard, and aunt's cheeks became more rosy... The sea surface has turned purple, and the waves and purple are so spectacular.
I couldn't help shouting: "It's so beautiful! It's so beautiful!" Am I in a fairyland, a paradise in my dreams?