Zhaoxia took off her beautiful clothes and turned white. Hong Chuyang is no longer shy and climbs higher. People started busy work, and sparrows occasionally flew to the branches to sing.
Late:
Pedestrians returning at dusk, their shadows are elongated by the sunset. The traffic lights on the street corner in shifts always pay attention to one thing and can't see another in the face of the coming and going vehicles. The earth turned golden, leaving a silhouette of buttonwood on the safety island.
It's getting dark, and the sunset is like blood, slowly covering the whole mountain, leaving only a touch of sunset on the horizon. ....
Spring night
On the evening of spring, the sun, like a dutiful old tracker, put down the rope of light, stood on the horizon and looked back at the sea.
The sky and the earth seem to say goodbye to the sun solemnly. In the blue sky, golden clouds miss the sun; Ocean, shaking a huge golden wreath; The masson pine forest on the beach is dancing with a dark green headscarf inlaid with gold thread; The rolling mountains are like a row of strong men, gazing affectionately; The gently flowing sea breeze seems to be kissing goodbye. ...
Magnificent and melancholy dusk enveloped this wonderful and desolate land.
Chunmin concrete
Spring dusk is simply a natural beauty on earth!
The grass is green, the flowers are red, and the sweet and bitter smells of flowers and plants come from the bright evening breeze. When the light of the sunset approached the ground, piles of fluffy clouds in the sky began to appear in circles of pink; Then it became red gold, ochre red, and finally rose red. The fields are filled with pollen-like brilliance, and trees, wheat fields, sand hills, rivers and cottages are all immersed in this moist and moist brilliance.
Guo's "Dusk for Hometown"
Summer evening
In the summer evening, the scenery on the canal is like a magnificent oil painting. The setting sun is like blood, and the sunset glow is like fire, plating fields, villages, Woods, rivers and green curtains with soft gold. Farmers returning from hoeing, cowboys with whips and flowers, and returning pedestrians all ran wildly on the road. Smoke billowed from the kitchen in the village, and misty water vapor floated on the river. Birds entered the forest, chickens entered the nest, cattle and sheep entered the pen, mules and horses returned to the shed, grasshoppers were under the bean worms, and pumpkin flowers called. Willow buds on the moon.
Liu Shaotang's "Liu Pu Family"
This is a scene similar to a summer night garden. There is no wind, and the pool surface reflects the afterglow of the sunset, as calm as a golden mirror. In the middle of the forest, a small village appeared in the distance. When the dew falls, a group of livestock, mixed with dogs barking and hoofbeats, walk home like ensemble music ... You will sincerely swear that there is no need for more beautiful scenery in this life ... This beautiful dusk will disappear in another hour, so it is even more worthy of nostalgia. In order to protect its reputation, it tells others to cherish themselves before they are tired, and then turns into night at the right time.
(Russian) herzen's Whose Crime?
In the summer evening, the wild noise of finches travels around the sky through the dusk. On a moonlit night, frogs croak like balls, just like bubbles floating on a pond. If this old house hadn't been rocked by heavy trucks all the time, just like the earth rocked in the heat, you would never expect to live in Paris.
Romain rolland's John Christophe
Autumn night
In the late autumn evening, the clouds in the sky are beautiful: some bloom like spring flowers; Some run like wild animals; If there are colorful birds flying and reflected in the clear river, some will be more beautiful. And there are a group of ducks who return late, gather in a triangle and row slowly to their destination on the colorful water waves. The river is divided into two parts, and the water waves plowed by each duck spread to the left and right, slowly rushing to the grass by the river, giving people an unspeakable beauty of tranquility; Looking across the river, on the other side of the river, the farmhouse at the foot of Jinji Mountain, smoke billowed, the villagers' cattle and sheep Cleisthenes called, the golden rooster crowed at night, and the village women, in clusters, were washing clothes with a smile. I looked at the railing and reveled in this beautiful landscape painting of water town.
Zhou Ce's fantasy about Xi Shi Ting
The dusk in late autumn always comes quickly, and the sun sets in the western hills before the river of mountains is cleared by the water vapor evaporated by the sun. As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain, while the shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village faster, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but it was soon dyed silver by the moonlight candle.
Feng Deying's "Kucaihua"
Winter night
When I walked out of the hut, it was winter dusk and it had landed on the gray Yuan Ye. The snow has stopped and the wind is not strong, but the cold is biting. In the sky in the west, from the dense clouds, there are several rosy clouds scattered, thin and beautiful, and there is a star in the east, which appears and disappears. There are several mud houses in vilen, and there is a faint twilight blowing gently on them. I got on the horse, and the horseshoe stepped on the grass covered with residual snow and gave a dull groan. The smell of wormwood and mint came at me again. Suddenly, a wild duck started up from the grass, passed over my head and landed on the river in the distance. The old elm man stretched out his arm again to say goodbye to me.
morning mist
Early in the morning, when I opened the door, a fresh and moist thing came to my face, refreshing. Oh, it's fog
Looking around, there is a vast sea of fog everywhere. It is like a huge silver gauze, draped over mountains, rivers, trees and houses, giving people a magical hazy color. The sun is also foggy, as if surrounded by a layer of purple fog. This scene reminds people of the poem "The sunshine incense burner gives birth to purple smoke".
In the dense fog, the car honked its horn, lit its lamp and drove slowly. I hear bicycle bells from time to time. Those aunts dressed in various colors, riding bicycles, driving carefully in the fog, disappeared in a blink of an eye, just like fairies descending to earth; And those uncles who ride bicycles and motorcycles are like the Monkey King in Journey to the West.
What a strange fog! I wanted to reach out and touch it, but it flew naughtily, flew to my face, touched my hair, floated on my clothes and immersed in my heart. ...
If nature is the source of poetry and painting, then morning mist is natural poetry and painting.
Morning by the sea
The morning in the city is awakened by the short horn of the car, while the morning by the sea is awakened by the soft sea breeze and the sound of the waves lapping on the shore.
It's cool in the morning by the sea. When I come to the seaside in the morning, I like the soft sea breeze. I tried to swim in the sea and touch the sea with my feet. It feels cold and cold!
The morning by the sea is also lively. When I arrived here early in the morning, the traffic was heavy, and it was even more difficult to buy tickets, because there were so many people at the ticket window that they frantically put their hands into the ticket window, making the conductor in a hurry. When they entered the gate and stood high, they could hardly find any gaps.
Morning by the sea is still interesting. Many children are piling sand and creating various shapes in their hearts, while adults use their powerful feet to make the children in the mother sea jump.
Morning by the sea is more exciting. Someone rode a horse and let it jump on the golden beach. Others ride surfboards and ride the waves in the blue sea.
Finally, I hope this seaside will always retain her indifference, liveliness, fun and her excitement!
Describe the early winter morning
Although it is early winter, I can't verify the traces of autumn. I saw the fields in the morning, and the harvest continued. Some rice ears are placed gracefully horizontally, which is easy to arouse people's association with life. Eating makes you want to sleep and burp. Lying on the straw and looking up at the sky is so romantic. There are other ears of rice planted in the field, and the ridge divides them into pieces of thick gold ornaments, which is really exciting and bubbles out a string of desires about wealth. It's a beautiful morning. Some birds are running around in uncut and cut rice fields, as if their festival is coming, or some happy events will follow. They are chasing each other and flying in groups. Some birds changed their voices, while others deliberately stretched their vibrato and sang praises to the countryside. This morning, which is completely folk songs, has fascinated me. I found some folk songs that only exist in China, and I can't confirm the beauty of the present morning situation.
Then indulge in this morning, the wind by the river is not as cold as the early winter written in the novel. The wind relies on fresh air, rushes into my nostrils, and then enters my internal organs. It looks quite imposing. This kind of wind blows on your face, and you can enjoy it with dignity, just like being waited on to wash your face and apply cream to protect your fat. Life used to be so beautiful, people were immersed in this air and enjoyed everything they thought. In the morning, I suddenly found a dog running on the ridge, with four legs spread out, and some people in the village came out one after another. Now, it seems that this early winter morning is like an expensive car, and the motor sound is not so harsh when it starts. It is completely in line with the humanized design and makes me daydream about a new day.
The scenery in the morning
At six o'clock in the morning, I got up. Grandpa and I went to make soybean milk. As soon as we got out of the house, we enjoyed the beautiful scenery in the morning. The sky is still gray, only to see a bright moon hanging in the southern sky like a boat, and yellow has lost its luster. The east is shining, too. Half the sky is purple. I think the sun will come out soon. I am wearing winter clothes. There is no wind in the morning, but it is still a little cold. On the way, I looked at the buildings far and near. Only a few people show their lights through the windows, and most people may still be dreaming. The whole street was quiet, except for the cries of selling in the distance, and there was not even a little sparrow's cry. Although it's selling palm seed, it's incongruous and harsh with this quiet morning. In front of the stall selling fried dough sticks, there are many people who buy fried dough sticks and make soybean milk. I think they may all be preparing breakfast for the students. I think grandma gets up so early every day and prepares breakfast so hard. If I don't study hard, I will be too sorry for grandma. We made soybean milk and walked on the way home. It's getting light and there are more and more pedestrians on the road. The east is getting redder and redder, and the moon is out of sight. There are more people in the street, and people go to work by bike one after another, starting their busy day. See the beautiful scenery in the morning! I have been deeply attracted by the scenery this morning. I will go farther away from home with my parents to observe the beautiful scenery in the morning. This can not only exercise the body, but also exercise the will. The scenery in the morning is so beautiful, I like the beautiful scenery in the morning!
That's it ~ ~ I'm exhausted ~ ~ o (∩ _ ∩) o ~