Chapter 1: Prose about the beautiful scenery outside the window. Rain jumps on the ground like a note. Unlike autumn rain, there are so many melancholy, it is an ethereal feeling, like being drunk by old wine and dreaming a sweet dream. ...
Qingming is always rainy. It seems that through this rain, Qingming reveals a touch of sadness and nostalgia. The deepest definition of this festival is grave-sweeping, but I think Qingming should be more about tasting the long-simmering breath of spring. So, I read Qingming Rain and embarked on the road of seeking spring.
The weather is a little gloomy, and through the drizzle, the spring scenery in the distance comes into view.
Willow, of course, is the most representative in spring. It seems to be rendered by jade, so tender that people can't bear to pick it. Close up, a leaf rolled into a thin roll, shaking slightly in the drizzle. The breeze blew and floated in the water, and even the lake seemed to be amused by her, laughing out shallow dimples.
The grass is like a child, scrambling to drill out the land one by one. They are green, fresh and tender, and large areas are eye-catching, as if welcoming people to play on them. Their petite and tough waist dances with the wind, and the scenery is really beautiful.
There are clusters of flowers everywhere, layer by layer, overwhelming. White, pink and yellow are all faint, just like a pen dipped in pigment on rice paper, the color will be faint. Yingchun first dyed the square knotted branches green, and then decorated herself with golden flowers. It is like a parabola, which is thrown in all directions from one point, and no horizontal branch is inclined outward. Flowers are like delicate horns made of golden tin foil, which bloom one by one until the end of the branches. Pear blossoms are like snow jade in the rain, white, colorful and sparkling. Some petals that have not yet fully bloomed, buds that have burst open, and some cool rain are as dazzling as pearls.
The most fascinating thing is cherry blossoms. Looking at cherry blossoms from a distance seems to be a bride in a wedding dress. The cicada-like white gauze skirt and pale pink cheeks are impeccable, showing the softness of spring to the fullest. Just like the Nine-Day Fairy sprinkled shredded brocade on the earth, it was magnificent and bright, giving people a bright and open feeling. The cherry petals blown by the breeze are like a pink carpet, which adds a bit of fantasy.
A lake, a weeping willow, a tender grass and a cherry blossom constitute the most beautiful spring in my heart.
Chapter two: Prose about the beautiful landscape spent in my hometown. This year is a warm year.
It snowed late this winter. Perhaps the most beautiful winter in the past was the snow scene, and the winter without snow was very boring. During the Spring Festival, there were not many people in the countryside. Maybe they have been busy for another year, but they still have no time to go home. In short, this year is a faint sadness.
Maybe you can get a relaxed mood by going out for a walk.
Walking on the road in the country, you can't feel the biting cold wind, only a touch of desolation. Where did that desolation come from? I don't know. Maybe it is a rotting flower, maybe it is a lifeless dead tree, maybe it is a dry and cracked land. All this outlined such a bleak scene in my eyes.
I strolled into a wooded land, and the leaves were covered with thick natural carpets. Every step I take, there is a rustling sound under my feet. There are no birds, no green leaves, no colorful wild flowers, nothing but withered trees, which is endless. Makes me feel inexplicably lonely.
Continue to stroll, out of this forest, came to a lake, perhaps in the country, the air is much better, the green lake holds the blue sky, and the sun also exudes the rare warmth in winter. Lying on a meadow (note: although it is winter, there is indeed a meadow there. Looking at the sky, the grass roots in my mouth exude a touch of bitterness. Suddenly, the trace of melancholy smoke in the Woods flew away. Maybe everyone is a bird. If you want to soar in this blue sky, you must give up those things that drag you down. Perhaps, everyone is a beast, and if you want to satisfy your ambitions, you can't have extra feelings for the enemy; Maybe everyone is a humble dandelion seed. If you want to take root, you must take root and sprout in the place where you land, even in the barren land. This blue sky has aroused my infinite reverie again.
I have been lying on the grass for a long time, and the grass roots in my mouth have long been tasteless. It's time to go back. On the gravel road home, I seem to have figured something out The road to dreams is like that woodland. You can only struggle in lifeless despair alone, and no one can help you. If you fail, you are afraid, you surrender, and your home will still be your refuge. But if you get out of this confusion, you will have a bright future and see the blue sky that can fly freely. It is full of freedom, but no matter how beautiful and nostalgic it is, it can't compare with home. After all, I have to go back. Perhaps, it is the home of everyone who has fulfilled their dreams. Even if you are a proud king or a noble princess in Leng Yan, you will long for such a warm home.
Chapter III: Beautiful Scenery Prose The four seasons in my hometown are beautiful, with green mountains and green waters in spring, cicadas singing in summer, fragrance in autumn and snowy wintersweet in winter. Among the four seasons, I love the winter in my hometown more, and I love its whiteness more.
There is often fog, thin ice, Bo Xue and thin frost in winter. My hometown is a place with mountains and water. In the morning, the fog dissipates slowly. When Grandpa Sun slowly climbed up from the hillside, the fog put on the invisibility cloak and disappeared.
There is a thin layer of ice in the pond, which feels slippery and cold. Some naughty children deliberately put pure water outside to freeze and then eat ice cubes. The leaves of those plants and trees often have a layer of small white ice cubes that shine in the sunlight.
It snows occasionally, and the children are very happy. Farmers can indulge themselves, roll in the snow, make snowmen and have snowball fights, and forget all their parents' "nagging". Farmers' uncles are happier than children, because snow is a natural insecticide, which kills pests who spend the winter in wheat fields. Snow water seeps into the soil layer and moistens the wheat seedlings, so that the wheat can be harvested. How lovely the snow is during the day!
The mountain behind the snow is beautiful beyond description. They are silent in the white world, just like an old man in a white hat. The farther the branches extend, the thicker the snow will be. A breeze blew and they all rustled. The appearance of the sunset made these angels feel ashamed, revealing a little pink, and the dead branches could not stand the weight of snow. They cracked with a squeak, and started a group of sparrows wintering in the bushes. Walking in the mountains, the snow fell on me, chilly. If you are lucky, you can still see the blooming wintersweet. It seems that the slightly fragrant wintersweet has also turned into snow. Otherwise, how to say "it's not snow in the distance, because it has a faint fragrance"!
Winter in my hometown is beautiful! Poetic and picturesque.
Chapter Four: Beautiful Scenery Prose Spring Girl came with light steps. When she came into contact with the earth, the earth was covered with a green coat, which was particularly beautiful. The messenger of spring, the swallow, also flew back from the south. The farmer's uncle is busy sowing!
Summer is coming. Although summer is a restless season in the eyes of others, it has a unique charm in my eyes. In summer, there are hot sun, mild wind, fast rain and colorful clouds ... I like rain best. The weather in summer is like a child's face-it changes as soon as it changes. I was sweating at first. Soon, the dark clouds came, the sun went in, and the rain as big as beans fell and banged. I like this rain because it can wash away my fidgety mood. After the heavy rain, the beautiful rainbow in the sky fascinated me even more. The rainbow has seven dazzling colors, but I love its experience more. Because I think life is the same, how can I see the beauty of the rainbow without experiencing the tempering of wind and rain?
As the footsteps of summer go away, the harvest autumn comes again. This season is what farmers' uncles have been waiting for for a long time. Look: the cotton on the mountain has exploded; In the field, all the rice bowed their heads modestly, as if waving to the farmers and saying goodbye to Mother Earth. Looking around, the scene of a bumper harvest is refreshing.
Pure winter comes late, and the unique scenery-snow shows white nature. Farmers' bumper harvest next year depends entirely on snow. As the saying goes, "Xue Rui heralds a bumper harvest year". After the snow melts, the snow water seeps into the ground to freeze all the pests to death and moisten the crops.
Nature keeps circulating all year round, providing us with beautiful pictures.
Chapter 5: Beautiful landscape prose reminds me of golden straws and oranges everywhere, and a simple smile shines in the sun. I saw it that summer, and I remember it.
Stepping on the soft land in the countryside, I feel the touch of the warm sunshine in the countryside, and I am baptized by the cool breeze in the countryside. The smell of the countryside surrounds me. Perhaps only at this time can my heart calm down and stay away from the impetuousness in the city. Sitting on the ridge of the field, looking up slightly, the sun is generously sprinkling its enthusiasm and warmth on the earth, and the holy white clouds are like sheep, moving slowly in droves. Isn't this snow-white sheep and shining sun embedded in the blue sky beautiful? The breeze lifted my hair and looked back. A farmer whose skin is browned by the scorching sun is working. The farmer has a white towel on his shoulder and a suspender that has been soaked in sweat and turned beige. The farmer waved his hoe and smashed it into the farmland again and again, as if the earth were going to shake it. Sometimes when people are tired, they grab a corner of the towel and put it on their foreheads smartly, holding their heads high and breathing the warm air cheerfully. For farmers, this may be the most difficult but proudest moment. All the hardships, all the hardships are blowing in the wind, leaving only the joy of harvest.
Thick wheat stalks and golden wheat surround farmers, and under the sunshine, they radiate gorgeous brilliance. Every full grain of wheat is golden, as if smiling proudly and singing: "Summer is the harvest season! Summer is a beautiful season! " Farmers' flashlights are becoming more and more dazzling, which reflects that farmers' brown and copper skin is becoming more and more brilliant. Farmers' sweaty cheeks seem to be covered by farmers' natural makeup. The heroic laughter of farmers is the most beautiful song at this time, and the singing of birds is the most pleasing accompaniment. Farmers are not afraid of being tired, because farmers are exchanging their labor for people's joy and joy; Farmers are not afraid of suffering. Farmers like to see people chewing delicious food and smiling happily. Farmers' eyebrows, eyes, even every wrinkle and every drop of sweat are laughing. Farmers' fiery hearts are burning, and farmers are warming others with their enthusiasm and labor. Farmers are not afraid of hardship and fatigue, but they are persistent and happy, working hard, and farmers have no regrets!
Perhaps the scenery in this corner of the world seems unremarkable, but it is the most beautiful and silent expression of human true feelings! Is there anyone simpler than a farmer in this world? Is there anyone happier than a farmer in the world? Is there anyone in the world who is prouder than farmers? This is a harvest season, a colorful season, a season that makes everyone happy!
My grandmother's hometown can be said to be the hometown of the bridge. There are many bridges there, but the bridges there are not as beautiful and magnificent as those in our city now.
Bridges in my grandma's hometown are all made of bamboo boards or stones. The buildings are simple, but they are very strong. However, whenever I go to my grandmother's house, I will play on the bridge over there for a long time. Let me play every day, and I won't feel bored.
A bridge made of bamboo boards spans the river bank, and there are many fish playing in the river. They sometimes jump out of the water, as if to greet people passing by the bridge; From time to time, they spit bubbles, as if adding some color to the water surface: from time to time, they are dancing their unique dance in the water, which makes everyone passing by the bridge feel amazed!
The clear river is clear enough to see the sand water in the river. It adds unusual colors to the surrounding environment and is an indispensable part of picturesque scenery.
The willows by the river are like ladies. I often hold that big mirror and refuse to let go-comb my long and beautiful hair. A gust of wind blew, and long hair floated with the wind. Willow girls seem to show their beauty proudly. "You are more beautiful than me, and I am more beautiful than you." Everyone was intoxicated with laughter.
Such a lively scene, when the heat is indispensable, the beautiful and beautiful songs of birds and the crisp and crisp songs are delivered head-on, as if adding a poetic beauty to such a beautiful village. Let the villagers who work hard every day get a spiritual rest. ...
The picturesque scenery appeared in front of us, but it was too hard, and the picture of work also appeared in front of me.
Beauty is hard. This is the result of such efforts to pursue beauty. ...
Chapter VII: Beautiful Prose Autumn melody gently plucks the strings of nature, and the leaves are quietly put on a golden coat under the reflection of autumn, adding a strong color to autumn.
In the early morning, I strolled on both sides of the buttonwood tree in the park and looked around. That tall buttonwood is as tall and strong as a sentry, with green and golden leaves. A breeze blew, and in the shadow of autumn, I saw them laughing and constantly throwing themselves into the embrace of the earth from the air. Some of them are naughty, dancing romantic waltzes in the autumn wind. In a short time, the golden leaves covered the vast road with a golden carpet, which was dazzling.
I can't help but look down and pick up a leaf, only to see that it is yellow and green, just like a cattail leaf fan, driving away the dreariness of summer; I looked down at its leaf edge again, and the neat rows of small serrations were very sharp. I thought it would prick my hand when I touched it, but I didn't expect it to be soft and elastic. The whole shape looks a bit like a small maple leaf, like a valley in ink painting, with a sharp part like a mountain peak and a concave part like a valley, which is symmetrical and beautiful.
I carefully looked at his stem, and there was a strong "aorta" in the middle, and there were reticular "fine blood vessels" around the "aorta". It is through the "aorta" and the reticular "fine blood vessels" that the nutrients of life are transported to all parts of the leaves. At first glance, the whole stem looks criss-crossed and messy, but it is a well-proportioned and perfect partner. It really looks like a baby's palm, or a goose or duck's web. Nature is really clever, and I can't put it down.
I gently hold the leaves in my hand and listen to the crisp sound, which is refreshing. I couldn't help smelling it, and the unique fragrance came from the nose and was refreshing. I walked on the path covered with golden buttonwood leaves, and the rustling of the ground came, as if the leaves were singing an autumn aria collectively!
I love the beautiful plane leaves, and I love this beautiful late autumn!
Chapter eight: the prose style about beautiful scenery is brushed gently, leaving no trace; The rain fell slowly, weaving a crystal bead curtain for heaven and earth; Leaves grow quietly, adding vitality to the world. Flowers, grass, trees, sunshine and rain and dew, with their unique beauty, have built the purest natural beauty in the world without a trace of pollution for us.
In the early morning, a few crisp birdsongs broke the silent forest, and the sun was lying lazily on the winding path through the lush trees, and everything seemed to be awakened. The bird reached out and moistened its mouth with nectar, and then tactfully, the beautiful song echoed throughout the forest.
Trees are also full of vitality, waving the earth with a breeze in the morning, putting on their own emerald clothes and putting out their new "trinkets" to greet the new day with the most full spirit.
The wind, like a gentle mother, gently caresses every "child". She walked lightly, bringing a little coolness to the grass, putting on a beautiful corrugated skirt for the river and giving cordial encouragement to the hard-working bees. The wind is invisible, but she gave it.
"Her children" bring love that can be truly felt. She dresses up very beautifully for every child. This kind of beauty cannot be carved and imitated by human beings. This kind of beauty is very simple and simple, but it can give people a very simple feeling like a baby.
The charm of nature is that it can bring people a very comfortable feeling. Bathing in the natural wind and listening to the melodious songs of birds seems to forget all the troubles and sorrows in the world. Daoxiang also sang: "Don't cry, let fireflies take you away, country songs, rely on forever, go home and return to the original beauty." Yes, nature is the simplest and purest beauty in the countryside. Without artificial transformation, it can bring people a kind of enjoyment and enjoy the original beauty that cannot be enjoyed in a complex society.
Are you tired after a hard day's work? Are you tired of complicated interpersonal communication? Yes, we are all tired. When we walked into the beautiful countryside and the rich forest, the sadness in the world turned into a faint silence in an instant. That kind of natural and pure beauty, without dirty beauty, makes me relaxed and happy, which is really a kind of enjoyment!