The scenery varies from year to year. For example, spring is the season when everything is born, pure and sowed. Peach blossoms reflect the face and green trees sprout. The following is landscape prose, welcome to refer to!
Landscape prose 1
At night, just after dark, dense fog filled the air, which affected a calm and peaceful night. Under the soft moonlight and street lamps, the white fog was dyed golden yellow. In the moonlight, the leaves rustle, as if playing a moonlight song, graceful and beautiful, deep and beautiful, and the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy moonlight, which is intoxicating.
It's late at night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows are falling, the water is dissolved, fireflies are lit, and candles are lit. What a beautiful picture under the moon!
Life is like moonlight, like a picture scroll! The beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of life. Life is too short to be like moonlight.
At noon on the moon, it is bright and gentle, and the soft moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night. The moonlight falls on the branches, leaving mottled shadows scattered on the branches like broken strips.
Everything in the world is God's creation, which is very harmonious, but the moon is different. The moon has its own personality, and its charm is reflected here. Why should the new moon win glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer terrible and send people a warmth and a light!
Isn't that what people do? Don't some people contribute to others in obscurity like the moon? Although it is only a small matter, we will feel a little warm to each other, which is the connotation of the month.
Night, has been silent. The moon quietly shed its afterglow, trying to drive away the darkness and bring light, warmth and care to people!
Landscape prose ii
Moss is full of steps and fallen flowers are full of paths. Worldly life, half with water, half into dust.
I like the crisp flute on the cow's back and appreciate the coolness of the stream in front of the house. Even the willows near the village are getting yellower and greener year by year, and there are different lush plants every year. Time has never been kind to anyone, nor has it been kind to anyone. It just crossed the rivers of the world in a fair and just way.
When I have experienced too many hardships and experiences, I will think of a sentence in the Jewish classic Talmud: "People's eyes are made of black and white, but why does God want people to see things only through the black part?" Because life must go through darkness to see light. "
Take a break and listen to your inner voice and breath. After every flurry, you will always see mountains and green waters; Whenever dark clouds pass by, you can always feel the lightness of the clouds and the wind. Walking through the depths of the grass, some thorny grass seeds will stick to your pants, which is the beauty of walking-there are often some unexpected surprises that will happen at any time.
There is only warmth and love in the world. Let's live a good life. A fresh heart is born like a bud. As soon as the sun shines, there is gold jumping on it, and time is fixed. Only a faint fragrance haunts my mind.
Although the flowers in spring will always wither in the depths of time and light, the part that they originally belonged to me has already bloomed with the charm and color that life should have.
Understand the pleasing beauty, and there will always be morning glow, morning dew and flowers blooming all the year round in your heart. You know, only the wind can go through thorns and bamboo fences without scruple. Spring is coming, basking in the sun on the wild green grass, you may hear the footsteps of ants lining up, click click.
The third landscape prose
It's the middle of winter, but I often fall into memories of the good times in April. Wild vegetables and flowers are in full bloom, full of love, and time flies. I feel, I miss it, thinking about children and mowgli. After the rain, the sky is blue, the warm wind blows gently, and the air is moist and fresh.
The wind in the field wafted the fragrance of catkins and rape blossoms in the bay, and the fragrance of familiar shadows filled me. It was at the deepest time in spring, and I couldn't help feeling happy! Narrow your eyes slightly and take a sip gently. The gentle and humid air is full of sweetness and faint fragrance. The warm floral fragrance wraps the thin and intoxicating sunshine and shakes the strings of nostalgic wind chimes.
When I was young, I especially liked spring, not only because the earth has unique flowers and tender feelings attached to catkins, but also because she is the only person I can talk to. When I am happy, I look at her and smile. Her bright yellow flowers danced with the wind. When I was bored, I looked at her and felt that her young branches and leaves always gave me shade silently and gave me courage to find my lost way again.
I used to sit on my father's generous back when the willows were falling. My father grabbed me and carried it on his shoulder. I reached out to pick the white string, then crumpled it up and threw it out. I grow under the willow tree day after day and run back and forth in the cauliflower field countless times. My mother tugged at my arm, but I broke free and disappeared into the sea of rape flowers. I only heard my mother laughing and calling her name.
After years of turmoil, I seem to be the little boy who loves to dream. But there is no such thing as stupidity now. Looking at the fresh fragrance all over the world, I suddenly aroused indifference and nostalgia. Only this fragrance quietly and constantly hits the dream of a lifetime. After all, spring can't be too far away.
The fourth landscape prose
When spring is no longer full of vitality and summer is no longer warm, autumn comes to us like a young woman in childbirth.
Walking into autumn, savoring the taste of autumn, with a little warmth, free and easy, elegant in calmness. The sky in autumn is blue and high, and the artistic conception in autumn is full and mature. Her attractive taste is overwhelming, and the refreshing fragrance is melodious and quiet.
Mature and beautiful autumn is a seasonal poem; Taste the fallen leaves and know the autumn rhyme, and enjoy the indifference of dancing with yellow leaves. Listen to Qiu Chan's crooning, enjoy the gentle whispering of autumn insects, step into the golden fields and feel the charm of nature.
Autumn rain is not as rampant as summer rain. Drifting drizzle is sprinkled on people's faces, making them feel cool and indifferent, making wandering hearts feel intertwined, making thoughts like floc, like lingering fog, floating to the clouds with the cool wind.
Looking at the clear stream, admiring the yellow leaves drifting with the flowing water, and listening to the whisper of autumn water, it seems to bid farewell to the white clouds and the hot summer, shaking hands with the blue sky, and the ethereal Qiu Si faintly washes away the dust of the soul, which is refreshing.
Look at the autumn leaves. Look at those tall and straight trees. They bid farewell to the once bright colors. In their short and gorgeous life, they danced all over the sky in the autumn wind without regrets, and they were reluctant to part with their only beauty with the season. Say goodbye to green.
In autumn, enjoy the graceful blooming of chrysanthemums, smell the fragrance of osmanthus, and feel the warmth and beauty of begonia flowers. G the chastity of Chinese rose flowers, embrace the wealth and dignity of camellia, and experience the tall and ethereal bamboo.
When the fatigue of the day is eliminated by the autumn wind, it is also a very pleasant thing to move a bamboo stool and sit under the stars. The bright moon shed silver-gray light without stint, and the stars blinked her bright eyes. The sky on the blue plateau is like a handful of pearls, full of blue sky. Being in such a beautiful scenery makes people have infinite reverie.
Walking on the golden leaves all over the ground, bathed in the refreshing wind, my thin clothes swayed with the wind, watching the autumn sunset dye my wings red, listening to the sound of the shepherd boy piccolo flying vertically, singing the cricket in the autumn night, and watching Yin Hui with the bright moon sprinkled into the blue sky.
Stepping in vilen in autumn, listening to the trickle of the stream, feeling the coolness of autumn wind, blowing up the beautiful scenery of autumn, dancing with thoughts in autumn wind, flying into vilen in autumn, watching the golden fruits in the wild, tasting the fragrance of fruits in the garden and feeling the joy of harvest. In the harvest season, golden rice fields are wine brewed by sweat, golden soybeans and sorghum are full of joy of working people, and Man Cang is a gift from golden autumn. The red fruit is ripe and full, which makes the joy flow.
Walk into autumn, feel cool and taste the charm of autumn maturity. After dinner, I held a scroll in my hand and read the words about autumn carefully. What is fresh and elegant is that there are bursts of rich fruit fragrance in the poem; The taste of hard work and harvest is incisive in the golden autumn season; Our expectation for autumn explains the heavy eternity.
In our life, seasons are like a cloud and a breeze. We should praise the vigor of spring and the enthusiasm of summer. On the road of our life, we need spring rain to mature and autumn rain to harvest, which is also the most brilliant and proud season in our life.
Landscape Prose Chapter 5
Pushing open a window, I saw the world and my heart! -Late rain
Outside the window, it is another world.
An autumn leaf falls inadvertently, crushing the sadness of the season; A ray of moonlight dances in my heart in the quiet night; A grain of dust, in the depths of the years, is surging with many feelings and singing many poems. Don't panic, close your eyes and listen to your heartbeat; Don't be too tired, stop and you will see the wandering of the wind and the beauty of the rain; Don't sigh, reach out, warmth is always around!
Touch the windowsill and feel the rhythm of time. Time is sometimes a kind of forgiveness. If you can't let go, exile time is an experience; If you can't give up, the time you give is just memories and sighs; Inexplicably, integration into time is a smiling ending.
Time, distance or forgiveness make some things clearer, some feelings clearer and everything calm.
Outside the window, it is another life.
Sometimes, we will fall in love with someone deeply, for no reason, no agreement, no fate. This person, maybe not around, maybe always in the distance; This person doesn't necessarily love you, maybe it's just in a dream; This person, maybe you will give up, maybe you have been silently in your heart.
Sometimes, there are many accidents. Sometimes surprises make people unprepared; Sometimes very helpless, it is hard to say; Sometimes pain makes people unprepared, and life is worse than death. Surprise or pain is just an experience, don't let your mood ruin your life; Whether you get it or lose it, it is just an accident. Don't lose your way, let alone yourself. Accident is another kind of beauty. Face it calmly and hold it silently, because the next intersection may be a miracle, because the end of suffering is actually the opening of happiness!
Sometimes, I think life is a book. Once naive and dreams, like colorful fairy tales, have blue thoughts, boundless snow and beautiful memories; Once beautiful and eager, like a meaningful poem, it has a dull rhythm, a stirring feeling and a silent blank; Once reluctant and tangled, just like different forms of punctuation, repetition, right and wrong, ups and downs, is actually a sign, a symbol.
Maybe a lifetime is just a sentence; Maybe an experience is just a chapter; Maybe maybe, just a sigh, an ending. In fact, only oneself can understand this book!
An open window is actually a heart window.
More and more understand: only by living simply can we live freely. Find a meadow, lie down quietly and feel the softness of the earth, the smile of the sun and the vastness of the blue sky; Hold a handful of spring water, drink it in one breath, and feel the tranquility of the years, the clarity of life and the purity of the soul; Pick an autumn leaf, listen quietly, feel the melody of the wind, the whisper of the rain, and feel the beautiful feelings of this life. Simple heart, simple life; Free heart, free life. Keeping your heart simple, transparent, relaxed and lively is actually a kind of freedom and happiness!
More and more understand: the smarter people are, the more tired they are. The more you care, the harder it is to give up, and the more you often lose; The pursuit of bitterness, heavy heart, often the less beautiful. In life, some things are just numbers, don't be too deliberate; Some people, just passers-by, don't have to be too nostalgic; Some things, just things, don't expect too much.
Open a window of the soul, have a good mood, a simple mood, a feeling of happiness, even if it is not perfect, it is the most beautiful!
The sixth landscape prose
After a clear drizzle, inadvertently, the wet willow tips turned green on the long beach where the peach color faded. In the warm sunshine, the weak willows help the wind, and the beautiful colors are gentle and graceful. Walking on the grass path lightly brushed by willow branches, between the hearts, like the rising stream, is soft and clear. In the season when the mud melts and the sand is warm, the late swallows, in the brisk flight, obliquely cut the spring and whisper. Beyond the lush eyes, golden cauliflower and green wheat seedlings render a rich and leisurely pastoral scenery.
I like to walk quietly on the river bank in willow-colored clothes on the day when flowers bloom and fade, holding the misty rain lightly without an umbrella. In a poetic intoxication, accompanied by the beautiful melody of Meidi, I gently walked into a light and smart ink painting, so the slow and long February rain soaked my hair tips and skirts, while my sleepless feeling was at the other end of the evening, constantly looking for my hometown with lingering thoughts. Wandering in the background of flowing water of a small bridge, I vaguely saw a flat boat, gently shaking a spring water when "peach blossom dipped in water". At this moment, your image, in my warm eyes, is leisurely Ling Bo and shy. At night, in sleep, in the drizzle, there will be Wuwa powder walls and bluestone alleys; When the curtain rolls to the west window, there will be red apricots, green willows and long grass warblers flying. When it rains in summer, I like to sit quietly in the cool Liu Yin. In front of me, a pool of clear water, a pool of lotus flowers, and several dragonflies are intertwined into a beautiful and graceful poem under the bright sun, which makes people pour a pot of leisure tea in the imagination of a lotus flower fall, and then, leaning against the east wind for twelve stops, enjoy the Liuhua Bridge in the south of the Yangtze River? d？ That pink parasol. Finally, the fresh fish between the lotus leaves in the field wrote my soul-stirring poems with plain and beautiful rhythm. Between my eyes, I saw the original ship dressed for travel, swaying a piece of red water in the endless symphony of silk and bamboo. In the clear lakes and mountains of the Southern Song Dynasty, as the folding fan slowly opened in my hand, it gradually drifted away. That poem with a faint scent of powder finally turned into the sound of nature in my ear-Liu Lang Wen Ying, the midnight bell. I like to stand in the faint willow bank with chrysanthemum fragrance in the dusk, and gently draw a picture of the artistic conception of the lingering moon with a sparse brush. I don't know whether the blue boat that Chutian is rocking the oars can still bear the sadness and sadness of Shuangxi. Who is dancing farewell sleeves in the afterglow of the west wind at the ancient ferry? Even if there are thousands of green willows in Qian Qian, how can you tie the wanderer's drift with the world's drift? A cicada singing in a tree and a simple glass of Huangteng wine will always be fixed in the wet memory of Yuling. Loneliness, sometimes it really blooms, just like Jiang Feng touching the fire, lights up your heart, and makes you enjoy a kind of delicate and sweet loneliness like the rain in endless thoughts. Staggered willow shadows don't have to wait for a "willow tip on the moon", but they are full of regrets, perhaps deeper, thicker and longer. In fact, what I like most is a casual character, just like weeping willows swaying on a long beach, without deliberate choice and redundant decoration. Sincere confession can open a closed heart; Natural expression can interpret the true meaning of beauty; Let it be, and you can breed one shadow after another.
I love willow trees by the green river, which gives me infinite reverie and a lot of comfort.
Landscape prose 7
Spring comes to us as a winner. I came in a hurry with warmth and fragrance.
In the spring and winter games, the spring breeze and the cold wind of tapirs had a tug-of-war competition. Spring breeze is sweeping from south to north. Climb mountains, cross forests, cross rivers and fields. Wherever you go, everything on the earth presents a vibrant scene.
You see, Liu Guan is like a painter with thick green glaze. Take a closer look, the willow branches in the spring breeze send out tender teeth from time to time, showing their gentle dance. Put on the green spring clothes. On the lawn, the grass sticks out neatly, exposing the green leaves. They took off the yellow coat they had worn all winter and put on a green spring dress, blinking and swaying in the spring.
In the spring breeze and warm sunshine, the flowers in that fruit tree forest can't wait to bloom before the leaves grow. You won't let me, I won't let you, scrambling to be in full bloom, all thinking of painting a blush for Miss Chun. In the garden, yellow winter jasmine and crimson begonia have long been unwilling to be lonely and quietly bloom. Large tracts of golden rape blossoms in the fields are overwhelming, especially dazzling in the sun. Even the weeds on the ridge are dotted with flowers, and these wild flowers are also vying to offer their charm for spring.
Listen, the birds who slept for a winter also woke up, as if they had an appointment, singing loudly in the bright spring, crisp, tactfully and loudly. Ensemble the chorus of spring.
"Light rain brings new flowers and thunder begins." The world is completely new, and the children are all out flying kites. Kites fly higher and higher, and fly farther and farther. They are jumping and screaming, releasing the vitality and passion of a winter.
On a sunny spring day, invite three or five friends to go hiking in the wild. That colorful picture will definitely make you infatuated and linger. In the ninth year of Yonghe in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, when spring was blooming, Wang Xizhi invited 4 1 relatives and friends to hold a picnic in Lanting, which has been recorded in history forever. Drunk, Wang Xizhi wrote a 324-word Preface to Lanting on impulse, which turned out to be the greatest running script in China's calligraphy history. It is also a beautiful prose with unique wording, far-reaching conception and fresh and natural writing.
Li Bai also loves spring scenery. Even one night, my brothers and I held a luxurious banquet in Li Tao Garden. In the flickering candlelight, we sat among the fragrant peaches and plums, and the wine glasses frequently recited poems, and finally got drunk in the moonlight.
Spring is a charming season, which breeds everything beautiful and summons all the elves. It is another reincarnation of all things and a new starting point of life rings. Let's bury all the troubles, setbacks, hesitations and frustrations of yesterday, start over and rebuild a satisfactory life track. No matter how cold and heartless winter is, spring will come. Is it still bad after bad luck?
In this swaying spring, plant peaches, plums and wintersweet; Plant pines and cypresses forever. Let's go out and embrace this beautiful spring with open arms!
Landscape prose 8
The rain outside the window and the ticking sound make me very happy. Actually, I don't like rainy days. I don't want to go out when it rains, so I'm disappointed. Moreover, my mood will become gloomy with the gloomy sky. If I like rain, it must be because of physical education class, because, I think, as long as it rains, I don't have to go to physical education class. But, I don't know why, I like it raining today.
When going to track and field, holding an umbrella and listening to the sound of rain falling on the umbrella is like hearing a tune, which is rhythmic and wonderful. I am so quietly immersed in this piece of music created by nature. In fact, as long as you listen to the rainy day with your heart, you will find that the rainy day is also very lovely. It may not bring sunshine to people like sunny days, so you can enjoy the beauty of sunshine. But it can make you feel Ming Che in rainy days, especially the fresh air after rain, which washes away all the dust. At the same time, it can also make you feel the tranquility that sunny days don't have, and calm your impetuous heart. Unlike cloudy days, it may bring you a kind of dullness and make you breathless.
After class, groups of people walked out of the classroom, each with an umbrella, and umbrellas of various colors in red and blue squares also appeared in rainy days. These umbrellas are connected together, giving people a strong sense of color and making people feel happy. If you are careful, you can see the flowers stained with raindrops, which are greener and the leaves are more energetic. The wicker hanging on the shore, swaying with the wind, seems to welcome the arrival of rainy days and appreciate the gift of rain. The rain danced on Yixin Lake, and the willows shook their heads with the wind, which was puzzling. Willow harmonizes the wind, and Castle Peak alleviates the worries of the world. I rest against a tree, or wander up and down in the stream ",which is two sentences in the Eastern Suburb of Wei, more or less in line with this scene.
I stepped on the water, splashing, and suddenly remembered wearing rain boots when I was a child, feeling the feeling of stepping on the water and being as happy as a child. One hand escaped from the umbrella and came into contact with nature in Gan Qiong. The rain fell on my hand, and a burst of comfort came, which made me refreshed. It is said that children who don't open umbrellas should run forward to avoid getting wet by the rain, but walking in the rain is also a kind of chic. A person, holding an umbrella in the heavy rain, is walking leisurely, feeling an indescribable calmness. Looking at people running in the rain, water lilies and green trees in the lake, everything is so natural.
Rainy days, it brings me peace, washes away the impetuousness in my heart, lets the dust settle, and leaves a pure land. Perhaps, sometimes, we really need a heavy rain to wash away the dust in our hearts and make our hearts clear!
The ninth article of landscape prose