Good sentence: the bright moon shines on the fishing fire, reflecting the Wusuli River like ten thousand silver snakes swimming.
The rainbow reflects the blue sky and the cool wind blows gently. The beautiful scenery on both sides of Jialing River is even more touching.
Jialing River is like a dark green satin, quivering slightly in the moonlight.
The Lijiang River in front of us, like a black ribbon, emits hazy light.
The surging Jinsha River is like a swaying golden dragon.
The sleeping Songhua River is still dreaming a beautiful dream and snoring like thunder.
The lake is alive, and layers of scale waves rise with the wind, chasing and playing with the jumping sunshine and my heart.
The lake is whispering in the withered grass, and the flapping sound of one or two ducklings comes from time to time in the distance, which makes the lake more lonely and deserted on a moonlit night.
A few white sails, like a few white feathers, float lightly and leisurely on this golden sea.
The sea is full of Ying Ying. At sunset, the waves jump like naughty children, and the sea is golden.
The lake is hard, like a flawless jade, shining with beautiful luster.
The lake is quiet, just like a mirror, clearly reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, red flowers and green trees.
The lake is covered with a layer of mist like blue smoke. From a distance, only gray mountain shadows can be vaguely recognized.
The spray is a wonder of the sea, but she is more like a dancer. She can make people forget their troubles and enjoy themselves.
The sea water is so blue that people feel that the color of jadeite is too light and the color of sapphire is too dark, which is difficult for even the master to describe.
The sun shines on the undulating lake, like a layer of glittering broken silver on the water surface and like a crumpled green satin.
sea wave
The sea breeze is blowing around my son.
In front of me is Haiyan.
And sails.
However, I want you to pay attention to more than that!
Dear friend
Please close your eyes.
-Take a deep breath
Listen! ——
Listen again!
This is the sound of the waves.
It's the sound of waves hitting rocks! ! !
The long-awaited storm has finally arrived.
There are stormy waves on the sea.
Rushed to the rocks one by one.
The sound of flapping
This is the cry of the heart
Broken waves
It's the smile of the sea.
That's unrestrained
That's indulgence
That's the call of enthusiasm.
Have a boiling blood.
The stillness of the stream
It's timidity
Calm lake
It's silence
So every drop of water
All flow to the sea
yearn for
-Into the waves
Rain can be seen all year round.
Rain in spring is the softest. If the spring rain comes, try to let it wipe your face. That kind of feeling is very gentle, just like mom touching your face gently, which is very comfortable. After the spring rain, flowers and plants will be more colorful. Spring rain is their nourishment.
Summer rain is the most enthusiastic. Rain hits the eaves, and the glass makes a "Hua La" sound, which makes people feel that Yu Xia is like a crazy bee, constantly chirping. It's hard to be hit in the face by summer rain. It hurts like a small stone in the face.
Autumn rain is a combination of spring rain and summer rain Autumn rain sometimes sweeps across the earth, but sometimes it falls like a gasp. However, autumn rain is the messenger of harvesting fruits. After the autumn rain, the farmer's uncle felt much more relaxed, because the harvest day came.
Winter rain, like an ancient woman, rarely appeared. If it rains in winter, it is likely to snow. It is flying in the sky. At this time, the children are happy and can have fun again.
Rain brings freshness to our world. Every time it rains, the earth is as fresh as a filter.
So, Yu-we need you.
spring rain
Spring has come, and many colorful flowers are blooming on the earth. It began to rain lightly.
The spring rain came to the grass again, and the green grass opened its mouth happily when it saw her coming. Sister Chunyu has brought a lot of joy and happiness to Spring, and we all welcome her. The spring rain stopped slowly and went away gently. ...
Spring rain rustles in the sky and underground. She came to the river and drew some circles on it. I came to the flowers again, as if to say to the flowers: "flowers, flowers, I am coming!" " "Flowers nodded and smiled happily:" Sister Chunyu, come and give me a bath. " Spring rain came to the willow again and said, "willow, willow, I'm going to slip." "Spring rain is really naughty!
Rain in May
A rain, a wet photo.
Silently, melancholy under the umbrella.
Intermittent silence flowed.
Red umbrella flowers tell stories.
The tenderness of water, the violence of water.
May, this is the season to love spring.
The rain is falling from the sky, and my thoughts are swaying.
A story about rain
Be propped up by a beautiful girl
Honghua seems very sad?
A person's fate is spinning.
Wander on the water
Are you having a sad old dream?
Still can't let go of the shadow behind you?
This scene is fixed at the crossroads.
The traffic lights also become blurred.
Long hair flying, clearer in the rain.
If you cry, it will be warm tears.
If intoxicated, it will be a classic moving music.
The sky makes people speechless, and the soft figure looks fragile.
I want to know your inner dream
I want to see your beautiful eyes.
I long for your bright body.
But you are more gloomy than flowers.
I want to be blind and clear for you.
Looking for the way home.
Write down happiness for you
And endless happiness in the rain.
The wind is blowing gently.
You sit with me.
On the bench next to the tree
cold wind
Gently blow
Your hand, grab it.
My hands are like two pieces.
Attractive magnet
You said you saw it.
Green shadow, along
The other person's fingers began to spread out.
Much like the mood of spring.
Maybe it's a desire to blend in.
In my dream, I saw the moon.
Half-naked secret
Maybe it's hope
This is the scene.
The wind is blowing gently.
With deep warmth
Enjoy the midnight rain
Feng ling
The dark night sky seems ready, and the long-simmering summer rain comes late. Tiny raindrops fall from the sky without rhythm and sway with the wind. Uneven, discontinuous, a little bit, waves, gradually, I recognized its melody, which seemed to be its sigh. For an instant, it's so urgent, so urgent. Come with the wind. I don't know whether the wind is too urgent or the rain is too urgent. It's stormy, and the cooperation is always so seamless.
"The rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings." Raindrops come with the wind and are unstoppable. Feel the argument of the storm and listen to its indignation and sadness. Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the window and making a crisp sound. I don't know why I think this is sadness, crying for the night, or shouting for the dawn? I don't know. I don't know when the wind became cool and soft, and the rain faded its last charm. The melody is so beautiful, the rhythm is so euphemistic, slow and orderly, which adds color to the quiet night.
The rain came with the wind, went away with the wind, trickled and intermittent, and left with a trace of nostalgia. Leave footprints for the footprints of the wind, deep and shallow ...
The wind stopped and the rain fell intermittently, as if to make up for this reckless behavior. The wind has gone without a trace, and the rain always drifts with the wind, adding footprints to the fast rhythm of the wind. It's raining so fast! At this time, the eyes are moist, fresh and clear, the dust has been washed away, and the wind has swept away everything that should not have come. Occasionally, I can hear the rain under the eaves, and everything is calm and peaceful again.
Dark night sky, dark rain ...
Enjoy the midnight rain
Wang Ting
As the months increase, the weather gets cold.
Tonight, it began to rain, falling from the high night sky. Fall to the ground and make a clear water drop sound; It flew to the window and stuck to the glass for a long time. It's watching you! It is asking you! Suddenly, a stream of heat rushed to my mind, and an inexplicable impulse jumped into my mind. I thought about it, ran out of the door, opened my arms and embraced the angel of nature.
It left, came in a hurry, and left in a hurry, bringing warmth and brushing away disappointment.
Here we go again. What did it bring this time? Let me feel it again! It flowed in my hair and face, slowly slipped to the ground, splashing a beautiful crystal flower. I know, I get it. This time, it has brought me vitality and infinite hope.
Instructor: Housing Construction
Enjoy the midnight rain
Qian Hao
Outside the window, it is raining, forming a beautiful ink painting like smoke and fog. Raindrops, neither as soft as cow hair nor as hard as flower needles, burst, a little bit, as if they fell on my heart instead of the ground. How helpless and sad it is to put out the lights and drizzle in autumn night.
I sat by the window, listening to the smell of rain, which is a kind of enjoyment-unparalleled, pleasant, peaceful and natural beauty in my mind. Listen to the gentle, deep, whispering, roaring, smiling, singing, shouting and roaring of the rain. Rain is the spirit of nature, and it is as sentimental as human beings. I love the whisper of spring rain, the enthusiasm of summer rain, the sadness of autumn rain and the elegance of winter rain.
Listening to the sound of rain, the sound of rain whispers to the ground like flowers, conveying a kind of yearning, a kind of blessing, a kind of comfort and a ray of warmth. This is a sacred flame that opened my dusty and silent heart.
As soon as the breeze blows, the Yalu River will wave and make a rhythmic sound, like a piece of music, which sounds very pleasant.
Like its mother, Minjiang River nourishes this vibrant land, irrigates crops and nurtures people.
The river is surging, like an arrow leaving the string, like a runaway horse, like a tiger coming out of the mountain.
The river broke through the mountain wall and rushed down; Pentium noisy river, such as hanging waterfall, diarrhea in Wan Li.
The river seems to be boiling, full of bubbles and waves.
A trickle, gathered in endless rivers; The river is silky and slightly swaying.
Looking around, Jiangxia River flows eastward like the Milky Way in the sky.
On the vast river, the shadow of the mountain tower is rippling in smoke waves.
Rolling the Yellow River, breaking through icebergs, cutting through snowfields, it is difficult and tortuous, and it takes thousands of miles a day.
The ancient Yellow River twists and turns, and the rich Hetao nestles in the wide and warm embrace of the mother Yellow River, which breeds a splendid Hetao culture and nurtures generations of simple and hardworking Hetao people.
The water of the Yellow River, like a group of galloping horses in a narrow canyon, was squeezed into the river channel only 50 to 60 meters wide in the middle of the river beach and fell straight down.
The ancient Sanggan River has broad silver waves and hazy sunset glow.
Huaihe River, like a jade ribbon, floats on the golden carpet of the Central Plains. Like a green jade belt, it is tightly tied to the robe of the giant.
The blue and clear ancient canal, like a beautiful blue satin, flows slowly all year round.
The reddish-brown river, like a waterfall, poured down from the upstream canyon, hitting the rocks and splashing waves more than ten feet high, which was deafening.
The evening breeze beats the waves, and the soft sound of water sounds like someone shaking a silver chain and jingling.
Good segment
The Yangtze River, you are a symbol of the great Chinese nation. You have a long history. Wang Yang is vast, surging, indomitable, great and beautiful, from Tanggula Mountain, the highest winter snow mountain in the world, to the East China Sea. However, you are brave in difficulties and twists and turns. The Three Gorges is a test for you. How many cliffs! How many reefs and shoals! How many stormy waves! How many rapids and fierce bays! Nothing can stop you from moving forward. You are so brave and tenacious, go forward bravely and forever!
Driven by emotion, I suddenly remembered the image of my mother and closely linked her with the Yellow River. The Yellow River is the mother. Although she used to be violent, sad and tearful; Her children have suffered a lot, and there are always shadows and clouds in their hearts. However, from the day she became a mother, what a broad mind and sweet milk are feeding her children! How many centuries have passed, she combs her hair without makeup, and wears colorful clothes, which is even more beautiful than colorful clothes, and she is getting younger every day. Today, she is lying on the slow yellow land, and Ren Li is getting brighter every day, so kind, so gentle, so magnificent and so lofty!
How the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever! With indomitable spirit and the strength accumulated in thousands of turns, we rushed out of Tongguan, bravely decided on the three gates, split the land of the Central Plains, and painted the Jiuliu People's Sea on dozens of miles of green sea.
The Yellow River is beautiful in summer. On both sides of the Yellow River, trees are shaded, branches and leaves are lush, weeping willows are reflected, and waterfowl are flying. Climbing the dam to stop the river, looking up, the turbid waves of the river are hollowed out, like the mother's blood entering the "blood vessels" of the children in the plain, nourishing the fertile Hetao Plain.
At this time, the sun is shining directly overhead, the weather is warmer, the ice and snow are melting quietly, and the ice water drips from the tip of the tongue like milk. Under the sunshine, it is so crystal clear and round that it quietly gathers in a small pool with only 10 square meter. After the small pool is filled, it slowly overflows, forming a thin stream and flowing forward quietly. Between the peaks of this glacial forest, it is so small and unobtrusive. This is the place where the mother river milks the first drop of milk, and the mighty Yangtze River flowing in Wan Li starts from here!
Going forward, I saw the Songhua River that had just melted. Although it does not have the momentum of the Yangtze River rushing to Wan Li or the magnificent scenery of the Yellow River, it also has its own unique scenery. The light blue river slowly flows eastward. Under the gentle breeze, the water surface rippled like fish scales, so gentle and quiet. There is a boat floating on the river. Some people on board are casting nets for fishing, while others are loading and unloading goods. Several ships sailed on the river, causing waves. The whistle of the ship and the noise of people made the Songhua River boil. Willow Island in the middle of the river is also lush and full of spring.
Nandujiang growled and rushed forward like a python. I don't know how long it was bred in the hinterland of Wuzhishan, and how much nutrition it absorbed from mountain springs and streams before it stood out. I don't know how many ravines I crossed and how many detours I took to get here. Along the way, it is gentle and leisurely, singing in a low voice; Or the torrent whirls back and forth, and the blue waves ripple. Despite twists and turns, it always goes forward and sets its goals until it falls into the embrace of the vast South China Sea.
The fierce Jialing River is like a gentle mother river. Is that how you feel? It can hold soft waves and wild waves, a hundred Qian Fan; It can also hold wind, rain, lightning, blood, fire and smoke. Sent away yesterday's poverty and shame, but also brought today's prosperity and pride.
There are so many Lijiang rivers, full of riverbeds, and from time to time there are light rain spots jumping into the water; The Lijiang River is so clear. Although there is no direct sunlight, you can also see pebbles at the bottom of the river. There are also a few naughty little fish swimming around in the water from time to time. The Lijiang River is so quiet that you can hear her whispering in your ear. Occasionally the breeze blows, and the crisp sound of running water is like a little girl singing softly. The Lijiang River is so soft that people can't help touching it, but they can't bear to crumple it. The waves swept by the breeze are like skirts dragged by elegant dancers. She is so soft and beautiful.
To my great surprise, it is the green of the river, which is extremely green. It is already late autumn, but the thick green gives people a feeling that spring is as deep as the sea. It turns out that majestic mountains, lush trees, mossy stone walls and dripping bamboo forests all cast green reflections in the river. In fact, the sky and the ground are green, and even I am in the sparkling green.
You are a male river and a mother river. Your quiet river, the waves on the shore, like a loving mother's lullaby, like a sad symphony of fate, whirled on the red land of your hometown.
Qingshui River, picturesque: on the embankment, the grass is dense, and the sun is full of beauty; On the shore, willows are in rows, and soft branches hang down on the mirror-like river; In the water, small fish flock, some swim lightly, some jump, and some stick to the bottom of the river; On the river, swallows fly and chirp, flapping their wings on the water from time to time.
The rivers on the grassland are wild and quiet. After each rainstorm, flash floods broke out and poured into the Hexiong River. Suddenly, thousands of flying hooves, like a group of wild Huang Ma, beat the rumbling waves and rushed to Jasper Lake with unstoppable momentum. But if it clears up in two days, the flood will subside immediately, and the grass will suck up all the dirt like a sponge, showing a clear blue color. The flowing water on the shoal is as clear as glass and as white as jade, revealing light yellow or light green pebbles at the bottom of the water. Every few hundred meters, there is a green pool washed out by the rapids. From a distance, the Hexiong River looks like a silver belt inlaid with dark green gems.
..... There is a small river in front, which is said to be neither deep nor shallow, and it gathers mountain springs. In a narrow place, if you make a noise, you can step on a few stones and cross over; The wide place, like a deep pool, is crystal clear, with willows dancing and green grass on both sides.
River, deeply yearning for a quiet lake. It crossed the barrier of thousands of waters in Qian Shan and finally came to this clear, quiet, beautiful and wide lake. In order to blend in with her, the wide lake was wider.
What a beautiful river! Clear, green, quiet and charming. From a distance, it is so green, as green as an emerald belt; Up close, it is clear enough to see the fish and shrimp swimming around the bottom of the river. At night, the curved crescent moon is reflected on the clear and transparent river, so beautiful and gentle. At this time, the river is even more charming.
The happiest thing is the river, just like a lively girl, singing and jumping, poking at the roots of old trees, flapping the yellow-brown cliffs, stepping on the stones on the beach and running carefree. A fish jumps out of the river from time to time, making it look more interesting and innocent.
The river is full of spring water, with ice from the upstream, flowing happily. Every small whirlpool is a smile, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds on both sides of the strait, as well as the light green in early spring, with a soft and cheerful voice, ah!
The vitality of spring!