On the second day of writing landscape composition 1 autumn, I stepped on the red carpet paved with red maple leaves and quietly arrived. A piece of golden rice is particularly dazzling in the sun. How beautiful it is that the breeze is blowing and the waves are rolling! Pieces of golden yellow reflected in my eyes, gradually condensed into that little autumn chrysanthemum, which is a beautiful landscape in my memory.
The first time I saw chrysanthemums, I went to my aunt's house as a child. I found that little yellow chrysanthemum in the small yard outside the window. It is slim and elegant, just like the colorful coat of a butterfly. It looks elegant and beautiful. It was just a casual glance, but it was deeply engraved in my heart and became an indelible landscape.
Early spring, spring returns to the earth, everything recovers and everything is full of vitality. In other words, it also came out of the soil, and when the bud appeared, it seemed to be snooping around carefully. Small buds are green and dripping, fluttering in the wind. In midsummer, the leaves of chrysanthemum gradually turn blue and become more dense. After the heavy rain, the green is dripping, which makes people daydream. There are small buds on the branches, and the leaves tightly surround the stamens, waiting for the arrival of autumn.
Autumn comes with the call of everything. The autumn wind blew off leaves and petals. The bleak autumn is also a unique scenery. The unique color of autumn is daisies that stand proudly in the cold wind and autumn frost. The beautiful and elegant daisy still smiles at the blue sky. At this time, most of the flowers have withered, only the autumn chrysanthemum is still in full bloom, and clusters of pink, yellow and white are frolicking with the autumn wind. The petals of the daisy droop slightly, and the ends are slightly curled, mysterious and soft. It looks slim, just like being in the middle of water. With the quiet departure of autumn, the strong Qiuju gradually fell asleep, waiting for the call of the autumn girl.
When I encounter difficulties and confusion, the clusters of beautiful, simple but elegant and strong autumn chrysanthemums are always vivid and vivid, giving me unlimited strength and full of fighting spirit. It is such a beautiful, elegant, elegant and strong autumn chrysanthemum, which is an unparalleled scenery!
Writing landscape composition 2 in grade two is another benefit of spring. I still remember that the jumping water drops in my hometown always like to jump off the green leaves, and the brisk spring breeze always likes to whistle secretly. In a foreign land, I can only be with tall buildings. It should be a unique victory for the hometown willow.
Spring in my hometown is colorful. It is the reflection of the legendary colorful clouds, and it is an oil painting carefully drawn by the painter with sleeves. It is like a naughty child stealing a paint can and spilling it at will. On the yellow-green hillside, young green saplings fluttering in the wind are pulled up irregularly, surrounded by green trees. From time to time, you can see patches of new green squeezing out from the tip of the leaf, and the smooth pages reflect the bright sunshine. There are scattered dots of color everywhere in green. Or clusters of purple pentagonal flowers, or clusters of pink, sapphire and lavender speakers hanging on a slender vine, swaying with the wind when the breeze blows, as if a stream of music slipped out of those small mouths, like a spiritual spring.
Spring in my hometown is leisurely. When I was a child, I loved to pick a warm day, secretly take grandma's fishing net, find two "strong" trees, and wrap the fishing net around my "muscular" waist. The leaves above the head are green and covered with soft lullabies, and the tips of the leaves are full of sunshine. Lying in a self-made hammock, the sun reflected on my face, jumping slowly, and the spring breeze jumping enthusiastically. From time to time, one or two butterflies fly into the hammock, fiddle with their tentacles, spread their wings and dance between the strings. The colorful flowers on the branches are the background of their performance.
In the spring in my hometown, every grass, tree, meter of sunshine and a wisp of breeze can hold the hearts of downstream children. Spring in my hometown can warm my hometown, and the edges and corners of high-rise buildings are gradually rounded.
It is rumored that there is a place in Guangdong, a place with Renhua County, and a county with a river called Zhenjiang. Zhenjiang, Renhua County, has a mountain called Danxia Mountain.
Because the mountain is composed of red gravel, it also has the characteristics of Chibi, such as Chicheng layer, which is surrounded by clouds. The ancients took the meaning of "the color is like lotus, but also like the sky", so this mountain was named "Danxia Mountain".
Danxia is divided into three layers, including Jinshiyan Grottoes, Meng Jueguang, Tiantong Cave and Baizhang Gorge, which were built in the Northern Song Dynasty. There are also the Dragon Sword, such as the peak of Kowloon (the top of Kowloon), Xianju Rock, Wuyin Rock, Longyan Riding, Longyan Praying, as well as Yangyuan Stone, Kunyuan Mountain in the North, Tiansheng Bridge and so on.
On the weekend of 20 1 1, my parents took my brother and me to this mountain.
The mountain is steep and steep. When I went up to see the waterfall, I couldn't help chanting, "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days."
After climbing the stairs, I saw someone climbing the cliff and wanted to try, but my parents refused.
So, climb back to the other side.
When the sun sets, all over the mountains are the colors of the setting sun. Red and green are exchanged, but they are not mixed. On the contrary, it's a beautiful sunset, no less than the daily difference by the sea.
Red and green are mixed, and the sunset is gentle in the forest, as if touching the mountains. On the other hand, I have never seen the color of the sunset, but on the one hand, red and green are mixed, and the roots are disordered; On the other side, it's green. What a beautiful scenery.
Hungry, go down the mountain.
The setting sun has set, and the afterglow is still in the horizon. I refused to leave and saw the mountain steeper and steeper. For example, the beauty of the world is nothing more.
I am reluctant to go back to China.
At this time, the lower layer of the mountain seems to have disappeared, only the upper layer of "Red Cliff Wolf Mountain Ink".
Drift away and disappear in front of you.
Going home is still memorable. Looking at the photos, Danxia Mountain appeared in front of us, like a mirage, looming.
Today's trip, I saw a mountain, the famous Danxia, beautiful scenery, beautiful scenery, unforgettable, if this is a paradise, it is not an exaggeration.
There is a piece of land behind my house, which is often overlooked by adults, but it is really a paradise for our children. We never had a good time there. Spring has come and grass has crawled out of the land. Seeing a piece of light green makes my mood change from sadness to joy and from joy to joy! I rushed to the grass, made a roll from the grass and looked at the blue crystal sky. Ah, come on, come on! Summer is coming, the leaves on the trees are denser and greener, and the cordate telosma on the grass is also blooming. The children are very happy! Find flower seeds, turn over earthworms, fertilize flowers and water trees. The summer wind gently tells us that the gift of the tree is the gratitude of the flower. "Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is not as good as spring." Autumn there is full of happy laughter! The tree asked the fallen leaves to send postcards. He told us: "the birds have flown to the south for the winter, and I want to have a good sleep." Don't wake me up, I'll play with you next year. " "Have a good sleep, Uncle Shu!" Winter is coming! Snow has turned it into a white world, a silver world! The children put on gloves and rushed out of the house, thinking about the white world. Make a snowman and have a snowball fight. Although my face is red with cold, I sometimes care about it. The children were brimming with happy smiles.
That land is beautiful all year round, which makes us feel very happy. It makes us miss it, makes us miss it. Although it no longer exists, that land is full of our memories.
Writing landscape composition 5 in the second day of junior high school is quite restless these days. Nothing on weekends, taking a nap at home, tossing and turning. It began to rain outside the window, gently hitting the glass of my window. I quickly got up and looked at it. Pushing open the window, the rain drifted into the house and flowed into the palm of your hand, which was soft. It suddenly occurred to me that I don't know what the rain is like at school. Curious, I'm going to find out.
I came to school quietly. It's surprisingly quiet inside, only the sound of continuous autumn rain. I am alone, walking on the school playground. A breeze blew, and the rain fell on my face, gentle and cool, which disturbed my sadness.
The continuous autumn rain has stained every grass and tree with a mist. Hazy, don't have a charm.
The willow leaves are in full bloom. The big willow tree in the east of the school stands upright. The curved willow leaves swayed gently in the rain, and the dust was washed away by the rain, making it bright and light. Continuous drizzle, faint yellow flowers. There is a flower bed on the south side of the school, in which chrysanthemums are blooming brightly. Its petals are covered with raindrops, as if holding pearls.
I don't know when I lost my umbrella. I stood quietly in the middle of the playground, listening to the rain and enjoying the coolness of the rain. Autumn rain caresses the strings, playing a soft tune, as if the wonderful piano sound from the horizon was touching. Rain drops slowly on the head, face, shoulders, body, hands, eyes, heart, refreshing.
Fresh rain and water make the dusty world fresh and clean. Everything is calm, as if celebrating the arrival of rain. Everything has become alive, no longer gray and lifeless.
My mind suddenly became simple, and my mood became as good as Chu Qing after the rain.
A unique and charming fragrance fills the nose, dreams and heart. It seems that an invisible soft hand has grasped every nerve of the body tightly, which makes you fall into a legendary situation of your own. I tell you, it is charming, perfect, fresh, fragrant, mysterious and elegant ... lavender.
In a large field of lavender in full bloom, straight roots are deeply rooted in the season of spring and summer communication. There are countless purple elves on the straight body, basking in the sun, insisting on their own flower language, waiting for their own little happiness. The old flower farmer standing beside the flower field smelled the unique and charming fragrance of lavender, and his face was covered with ravines with a smile. The children who are playing in the field smell its fragrance and giggle; The girl who is picking flowers smells the flowers and can't help dancing ... The purple elf waving her skirt in the ocean of Na Pianhai seems to be telling the past. The wind blows, purple patches in the fields and fragrant patches in the air. ...
Lavender is not only charming, but also has many values. It can be used for calming, treating diseases, beautifying and making tea. It can be described as a treasure in flowers!
The most perfect thing is to go to the lavender field when you are unhappy, so that you can integrate yourself with nature and feel the freshness and moisture brought by nature for a long time. Open your arms, open your lips and suck the fragrance of flowers. Although the sky is still blue, it is covered with a purple gauze-it is a purple cloud.
Although lavender is called grass, it is actually a purple-blue flower on the market. Its flowers are like wheat ears, the stems are slender, covered with stellate hairs, with blue-purple flowers at the end, and the whole plant has a slight woody fragrance.
So beautiful lavender, so beautiful Provence, how can I not love its fragrance?
Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. ...
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The trees on both sides of the path rustled and walked. I reached out my hand involuntarily, and a deep yellow willow leaf floated into my hand, quietly telling me that autumn was coming.
Just had a quarrel with my family, standing on the Sifang Mountain, looking at autumn scenery in the city, I felt gloomy. I went back the same way, but I didn't know where to go. Just looking around, I found that autumn is beautiful and lively. Only to find that Qiu is a young old man, and he tries his best to outline a vibrant world in yellow. ...
Yellow sky trees, yellow grass, yellow sky, yellow ground ... Everything is yellow, and these colors quickly caught my eye, even though it was just chrysanthemums in bud.
The weather in autumn in the north is changeable. Yo, it's raining, neither too big nor too small. It's scary, but I can't bear to find a place to hide. It cleared up soon, but I didn't see the rainbow.
The chrysanthemums on the roadside have been refreshed by the dry rain, blooming like a trip, colorful and lively. Accompanied by different colors, a piece of yellow is particularly lively, romantic and poetic. Soon I stared at a pale chrysanthemum, like an angel in plain clothes. Getting to the point again, saying that she is made of glass will make her less angry; Said that she is a fleshy body, a little less elegant; I really can't find an exact word to describe her in my mind. I can only celebrate her giving birth to such a beautiful daughter in autumn.
Hurry home, miss the beautiful scenery of autumn, and paint the fragrance of autumn with a pen, but how can such a beautiful scenery be outlined by me with a few strokes? malty ...
..... I said autumn wins spring.
Teacher's comment: This is a lyric prose, which vividly depicts the beauty of autumn with the author's whereabouts as a clue. Arouse readers' interest in reading, arouse readers' thinking, transition naturally, have rich imagination, and have bold, novel and original ideas.
On Saturday, I wrote my composition at home alone. Unconsciously, I have been writing for nearly two hours. I rubbed my stiff eyes and looked out of the window. The sky was a little dark, and then I looked at the ground. At this time, something attracted me.
I can't help but fix my eyes on a chrysanthemum in full bloom in the flower bed, which stands proudly in the bleak autumn wind with orange. From a distance, you can't see its true face. Each of its petals presents a kind of line beauty, its core is yellow, the grid on the core is clearly visible, and bees often patronize it. Observe its stem carefully, the stem is straight, and the leaves are almost gone. I can almost imagine what it went through during its growth. I can't help feeling sorry for this chrysanthemum. The roaring thunder broke my heart. A flash of lightning flashed across the sky. Beads the size of peas fell from the sky. Many small trees outside the window can't stand the sudden attack of heavy rain, swaying from side to side in the wind and rain, and the fallen leaves dance wildly in the wind like butterflies. Chrysanthemum was shaken from side to side by the heavy rain, but it still stood upright, firmly facing the wind and rain, and I suddenly froze.
The teacher once said, "Under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely." It reflects the connection between Tao Yuanming and Chrysanthemum-seclusion and elegance, but this scene outside the window has made me witness the strong side of Chrysanthemum and enriched its image.
When we encounter difficulties in life, we often choose to retreat, and few people will face them. I hope more people will see this scene, so as to cheer up and dare to face difficulties.
I thank this chrysanthemum outside the window. It taught me an unforgettable lesson.
When you walk into the garden, flowers will come to your nose. I took a deep breath. Wow, it smells good!
I walked into this quiet and busy garden with a smile and a good mood.
This door is the first old friend I want to visit. Ah, gate, you are like a tall giant, always protecting all the flower sisters and grass brothers there. At night, you straighten up, keep your body tight, and don't let bad people steal flowers. During the day, you open your body for tourists to visit. When all the flowers wither, you are still standing.
Entering the garden, the flowers cheered and the grass smiled happily. Every flower is my friend, and every flower smiles at me. I look at a flower, and slowly, I seem to have become a flower myself. Hair grew into petals, ears grew into leaf sockets, and legs grew into roots, which were deeply embedded in the wet and soft soil. But my arm turned into a beautiful green skirt, and I danced a beautiful dance with the rhythm of the breeze-Swan Lake.
All the plants and animals in this garden are my good friends. We greeted each other warmly: Hi! Lovely grass, you are wearing green clothes. You are dancing under the wind. How beautiful! Hi! Beautiful flowers, your tall and slim figure, what a temperament! Hello, beautiful butterfly, your beautiful wings add some color to the garden! Hi! Hard-working bees, you carry a small bucket every day to pick flowers and honey for people to eat. You are really great!
Another fragrance of flowers is blowing, and the fragrance is charming, which makes people want to smell it after smelling it, which makes people intoxicated!
It was getting dark, and the cicadas in the tree began to sing "cicada, cicada". A piece of white clouds also constitutes a beautiful pattern, and the sunset is sprinkled throughout the garden. In fact, the garden is still beautiful at night!
On a summer night, the streets and alleys that had been noisy for a day slowly returned to calm, and only the street lamps on both sides of the road were still blinking their bright eyes. My mother and I walked along the river.
The evening breeze blows gently, and the flowers and plants on both sides of the path exude a faint fragrance. Happy butterflies and bees may have slept with petals and blades of grass. Looking down, the flowers in colorful clothes seem to be looking up at the stars in the sky and yearning for the beautiful and mysterious sky.
My mother and I sat on the pile of dead wood and looked up at the beautiful night sky and flowers. The night is dark blue. In summer, the moon on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month is like a slightly tilted silver bowl filled with holy water, and it is like a half-faced sister. Look, she is grinning. How sweet her smile is! Is Sister Moon enjoying the night view of the earth? I waved to her and she seemed to smile even sweeter. She probably wants me to chat with her! I have always liked Sister Moon and wanted to make her a beautiful dress, so I drew the style of the dress on paper. But today, she is like a crooked silver hook. After a day or two, the hook became a boat and then a half mirror. After more than ten days, it became a bright tracts. Alas, Sister Yue's figure changes so fast that it is difficult to make a skirt for her! Did she guess the little secret that I was going to make her a skirt tonight? No wonder she smiled so charming and kind, and I opened my mouth and smiled at her.
The little stars are even more playful and interesting. They are dressed in shiny yellow and white, like a large group of naughty and lovely children. They are all good friends. They kept blinking and looking at each other. Happiness fills the vast playground with blue sky. Mother suddenly pointed to seven connected stars in the northern sky and said, "That's the Big Dipper." They regularly stand in a spoon-like posture, which is so unique in the deep night sky. I really want to join them, become the eighth star, play with them and teach them to sing.
The night sky in summer is a hazy poem and a charming fairy tale. ...
Write a landscape composition the next day 1 1 Yes! For those who observe carefully, isn't the window just a picture? "The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating". Looking back a thousand years ago, Du Fu, a poet saint, stood at such an ordinary window and uttered such a famous sentence, which was filled with emotion. There are hills and valleys in the chest and mountains and rivers.
Personally, I think the placement of desks is an important factor affecting the classroom and learning efficiency. It is safest to put the desk in front of the window. In this way, when you are tired of doing your homework, you can also get a glimpse of the prosperity, noise and warmth of this world. But also knowledge and wealth.
The window is a moving picture, but the window at home that day is always fixed in my mind. (The former is about schools, and the latter is about writers, but the content does not match. )
A painting on a cold night. Twilight reveals the afterglow of the sunset, like a tipsy face, which paints the bright white snowflake with a layer of red. The faint scarlet is still conspicuous, like a bright moon rising into the sky, calming everything in the world and warming my heart. That is a big meat steamed stuffed bun. Holding it, it is an old lady in rags. On her thin black shirt, there are large and small patches, and her left hand is dragging a sack with a big hole. Through this hole, you can see that it is full of plastic bottles. Steamed bread is for a man, who also picks up garbage, but it seems that his situation is not optimistic, and his body is curled up on the side of the road, wrapped in a broken mat. The man's eyes were fixed on the big meat steamed stuffed bun, trying to take it, but he couldn't stretch it straight. His purple hands froze in the air. When he looked carefully, his hand was swollen for a whole circle than normal people. You can see it is frozen, but at this moment, it makes his thin body stand out.
At the moment, there is no snowflake falling around them, and the sunset pulls the shadow of the old lady for a long time, as if covering the whole world. ...
There is a green bamboo forest in front of the home of 12.
Bamboo stands upright and grows towards the unattainable sky.
Lush leaves form a natural green barrier, and only a little fine glow is spilled through the gap, and there will be a trace of gold in the corner of the forest.
However, it is this little golden color that casts a mysterious color on the bamboo forest and adds a bit of tranquility.
I always like to walk along the tree-lined path, feel the freshness of nature and listen to the sounds of nature.
At this time, I feel a sense of peace and comfort in my heart, away from the noise.
Looking at the straight bamboo, my body suddenly straightened-probably affected!
I don't quite remember the origin of bamboo, except that they lived here for a long time.
No matter what kind of weather, they are always straight, unruly and secular, and still retain their noble and proud character. He must be a gentleman among plants! Quite but not proud, gorgeous but not demon, straight but not frustrated, is it a gentleman's product?
Winter came in the blink of an eye, the flowers fell, the geese flew south, and then all over the world.
I hurried back from my friend, leaving a row of deep footprints extending from a distance.
Along the way, my eyes are all white, and I can't see the colorful spring; Can't see the vitality of summer; Can't see the golden autumn, only monotonous and pale white.
My heart is cold, and there is no trace. I just have to lie down. Lie down.
When I arrived at the door, I was surprised to see a little green. Turning around, I saw a row, stretching out my sight.
Bamboo stands proudly on the thick snow. Bamboo, unmoved by the cold, stands like a giant in the middle of the battlefield.
The straight body is not awkward at all. It doesn't tilt or fall down in the cold wind. It just shakes slightly and then stops.
I love bamboo alone, and I love it standing in the severe winter; Love it for a long time without falling down; Love it, let the cold wind blow my heart into the sky, just like a gentleman's character, noble and clean, without a trace of flaws.
This is the bamboo forest in front of the house.
My hometown is in the coastal area, which is surrounded by mountains and waters. The scenery is pleasant: there are mountains and green hills, endless fields and crystal clear ponds ... Among them, my favorite is the small vegetable garden in front of my house.
In spring, rape blossoms stand tall and slim, showing a bright smile. A breeze blew, and it fluttered with the wind, as if welcoming distant guests-bees and butterflies. Hard-working bees came early with their buckets; Beautiful butterflies flutter their wings; Aunt Swallow came from the south in a hurry, which added a lot of vitality to spring.
In summer, winter melon stands up with a round belly and lies lazily in the grass to enjoy the cool. A gust of wind blew, and the green waves rippled south of the vegetable garden. Oh, that's loofah vine. Its leaves are bigger than my father's palm, dense layers, like a green barrier. There are several melons hanging on the vine. With the help of Mr. Feng, he actually played a naughty swing. So cute! Gee, bitter gourd is so wrinkled. Just like my great-grandmother, she has a long face all day. Who made her unhappy? There are many small animals in the pond next to the vegetable garden: tadpoles, frogs, shrimps, fish ... all gather together like a market, forming a vibrant summer.
In autumn, the little tomatoes huddle together affectionately, as if whispering; Mr. eggplant wore a gentleman's hat and purple robe, nodding frequently in the autumn wind; Pepper dressed in red as if she were going to the dance.
In winter, the north wind whistles. Cabbage is so cold that it is worn one after another, wrapping itself tightly; Cauliflower poked its head out of the green leaves shyly, as if to say, "It's really cold!" " "
Ah, my small vegetable garden is really a charming paradise!
China is a beautiful picture. The majestic Kunlun Mountain, the majestic Mount Everest; The surging Yangtze River, the vast Qinghai Lake … add color to this picture, as well as the blue sky and the earth. White clouds are changing in the sky, performing the most wonderful "magic" in nature.
blue sky
White clouds are floating in the blue sky. White clouds are like soft cotton candy. Look! There is a "little rabbit" floating over there, watching marshmallows drool! Sky is a "master of changing face". If you don't believe me, let's have a look! In the morning, the sun rises, bringing infinite light to the world; It's raining, and crystal clear raindrops fall from the sky, casting a veil over the world; After the rain cleared, the sun came out again, with tears on the leaves. ...
A towering mountain peak
Speaking of mountains, as long as you have heard of China, you can't help thinking of Mount Everest, the highest peak in the world, which stands between heaven and earth. It stands in the west of China, like a sentry who sticks to his post, overlooking the motherland at the highest peak. Of course, it's not just Mount Everest. There are many mountains in China, such as the towering Kunlun Mountain, the steep Huangshan Mountain and the beautiful Mount Tai ... These mountains have turned the earth into an "ocean" and turned themselves into waves. At first glance, it looks like a beautiful song, doesn't it? This is clearly a kind of "blood", the blood of the motherland!
Benteng water
Surging Yangtze River, surging Yellow River, our mother river! Over the years, you have raised generations of Chinese sons and daughters, you have benefited generations of China people, and you have witnessed great miracles again and again ... Your tenderness is an endless river; Your strength is stormy waves. At the same time, the beautiful Lijiang River and the vast Qinghai Lake ... also show their elegance on this fertile land of the motherland. They show the endless vitality of nature!
How beautiful our motherland is! She is like a bright pearl, so bright, so bright and so beautiful. ...
I have been to many beautiful scenic spots, but one I will never forget is called Huanglong Mountain.
Huang Longyan, these three characters are engraved on the gate, shining brightly in the sunshine. There are green grass on both sides, many beautiful butterflies are dancing on the grass, and many little bees are playing among the flowers.
There is a corridor when you walk in. There is a one-meter-long mural in the corridor, which describes history.
The most beautiful are the bamboo forests and caves there. Let's talk about bamboo forests first. Walking into the bamboo forest, rows of bamboos are like magnificent soldiers. When the wind blows, they rustle from the jungle, the music of bamboo forests in nature, take a deep breath, and the smell is fresh and there is no peculiar smell. This is the fragrance of nature! Go straight to the bamboo forest and turn there. There is a cave. The guide took us into the cave. According to the tour guide, Huanglong Cave is 60 meters deep and covers an area of about 3,900 square meters. Because it is deep, strange and dangerous, it is known as the "underground dragon palace". There is a long ladder inside, which is really a cave. It is deep and quiet, just like being isolated from the world. It always drops a drop of water from time to time. Cool, but cool inside. I just don't understand why I sweat. I was a little scared when I went straight down the stairs, and there was a cool breeze behind me. Look at my feet again. God, I don't want this height. Holding a pole there is quite wet, and my heart is shocked. There are stalagmites, stone flowers, stone screens, stone pillars and stalactites in colorful caves. Some of them are like monkeys, some are like people, some are like lions, some are like elephants, and all kinds of lifelike stones are dazzling. This is the perfect work of nature. There is also a small pond, which is illuminated by several different colors. The water is cool and crystal clear. I put my hand down to wash, and I felt a release after sweating. It was cool, and then I held some water. It was not dirty, it was clean, and it was really beautiful. Beauty and China people had magical colors. ...
Walking out of the cave has always left me with endless aftertaste. It's really amazing and beautiful. Coupled with the bamboo forest before, it is like a fairyland on earth.