Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs, and I have nothing
Guess (step on) the snow
It's fleeting. The first snow in 2006 is about to become the last one at the end of this year. Look ahead and hesitate. The slower and more uniform the snowflake floats, it seems to be a feeling of selflessness and detachment from nature. Pulling up my tired body, I went out.
Whenever it snows at the end of the year, there is always an expectation in my heart, hoping that the wonderful work made on this day will come to us as soon as possible. When it really snows, there will be an inexplicable impulse and pleasure in my heart. Watching the snow fall slowly, it seems that friends meet and feel the joy of sharing with each other. Xue, I love you Bai, I love you Guang, and I love you even more. You-you fell to the ground like a blanket, like a brocade, like a chapter. You are weak and the wind is broken; You are strong and have many talents. You, beautiful and lovely. You decorate thousands of families, and you decorate them with neon. Cher, did it take you so long to come to us because the society is going to move now?
Snow, would you like to come near me? I am willing to put aside the ups and downs and give up the fame and fortune of the world of mortals. Looking around, the sky is groggy, but the snow is still so white.
It's snowing I love you. Longing for you to be with me forever! Can you give me a piece of pure land of my own? !
Looking ahead, this snow has brought us a lot of joy. In the days after today, we can step on this white blanket again and listen to the creaking sound. Everything is covered with a cicada by Snow Girl, and we can sit anywhere and enjoy the performance of Snow Dance Troupe awakened by the movement. What a wonderful life! What a wonderful imagination! It's snowing We waited for you for a long time, and you finally came.
Long time no see, Xue.
Ai Xue
This is a cliche. Thirdly, snow will bring a good harvest. The second snow in 2004 lasted for a long time, with at least two or three centimeters of snow. Looking around, it is white. If you explore from the road, it is endless and endless as snow. People's feet crunched on the snow. Look at those children. They are having a good time. If they are not careful, snowballs will suddenly fall on their heads. Not to mention that. People say that snow is a patent in winter, so for children, snowball fights, snowball fights and snowmen are all children's patents. Watching snowflakes as big as goose feathers fall like petals, people can't help but think of the fruitful results achieved this year and the road paved by tears and sweat in the past.
How beautiful is snow? Someone can't help but ask. Snow is the most beautiful thing that nature has given to mankind. Look at the styling and lace, it's very dreamy. Even if you stick it on the ground, you should follow that sentence-it seems more beautiful without scenery. Although there is no fragrance of spring in winter, there is no rich fruit fragrance of autumn, and everything is bare. But it alone brewed another kind of beauty. This kind of beauty needs to be excavated by yourself. It looks dull but contains beauty, and it looks dull but overflows brilliantly. Look at the snow. Lovely rather than pathetic. It is as lovely as a shy girl, and as pitiful as a broken flower, which makes people unable to respect it. The snow is getting heavier and heavier, which may indicate a better harvest in the coming year!
In a blink of an eye, the heavy snow sent away the year that was about to pass away.
Looking at the lush green trees in the distance, my heart suddenly stood on end. Ran Ran, the fiery red sun rising in the distance, seems to reflect the infinite vitality of our new generation, and perhaps we can better appreciate the warmth of our class. The sun shines into the classroom, and the students get together to enjoy the sun. Isn't it? The sun in one's heart may not warm the whole class, but what about 10 and 20? The sun rises in my heart, let's get together again. Look at strength ...
The strange peaks and rocks in Yandang Mountain are arched layer by layer, steep and steep, and endless, which is a masterpiece in this artistic bonsai. These peaks are magical and almost "alive". Entering Dalong Waterfall Scenic Area, standing on the bank of Jinxi River, looking deep into the valley, I saw a mountain peak standing in the deep valley, with the peaks slightly separated and the valleys slowly intersecting. From a distance, it looks like a giant "scissors", hence the name "scissors peak". Walking along the mountain road around this peak and around that peak can be said to be a change in rhythm. After watching Scissorhands, he took a hundred steps into the valley and stopped to see the summit. Scissors become lifelike "woodpeckers". From this, a hundred steps forward, looking up at the peak, is the graceful image of the ancient beauty Wang Zhaojun when she left the village. Say goodbye to "Zhaojun", take a step forward and turn to see the peak. The original "Zhaojun" has now become a beautiful "peacock". Walking slowly along the winding mountain road around Scissors Peak, you will see sails, Tianzhu, bears and other shapes constantly appearing on the peak from time to time. It is amazing that this peak has "lived" to such an extent. Scissors peak changes in the daytime, while Lingfeng not only changes in the daytime, but also changes in the night more poetically and imaginatively.
About five miles out of Jinhua city, and gradually into the mountains. There are rhododendrons and tung trees all over the mountain, one here and one there. The sand on the mountain is pink, which seems to have never been seen anywhere else. Pink mountains, all kinds of azaleas, plus new green, are all bright.
Standing here, it's strange that the mountain has changed. Their shapes are very different from those seen from the plains or mid-levels. They become very layered, messy, majestic and strange. Look up, the mountain is the sky, and the sky is also the mountain. It seems that your nose can touch the mountain at any time.
I saw a misty giant peak protruding in the distance, surrounded by dozens of small stone peaks. A closer look shows that the giant peak is like the Monkey King holding a golden hoop, and those small peaks are like monkeys scratching their ears and cheeks. Look, the Monkey King is taking his children to kill the worse. Under the pale sky, the mountains are as black as iron and solemn. The red sun rises and the peaks are deep blue. Then, the mist appeared, and the milky white yarn separated the heavy mountains, leaving only the blue peaks, which really looked like a refreshing landscape painting. After a while, the fog cleared again, and the bare rock wall and steep rock wall were dyed deep red by the sun's light and gradually turned into bronze, which was particularly magnificent against the background of green trees and fields.
There are no villages and rice fields in the overlapping mountains. These mountains are like some drunken old people who have been sleeping for tens of millions of years. No one dares to go deep into their hearts, even adventurous hunters just go to their feet to chase goats, wild boar and birds running down the mountain, and never climb to its peak.
Nothing is more charming than the green hills bathed in the spring rain. The whole hillside is lush. Endless mist is like flowing silk, wrapped around the waist. Sunlight turns raindrops on every leaf into colorful pearls.
On the knife-shaped hill, there are wisps of milky white fog, and a slender line is faintly visible in the fog.
This stone wall is like a skyscraper on its back, so high that it will collapse and be aggressive. On the top of the mountain, the dense forest seems to be a huge black felt hat buckled on the cliff, and clusters of unknown wild flowers leap from the stone wall.
A city that died 1000 years ago and lived 1000 years ago, watching the sky alone on the plateau. Breathing heavily, I climbed up the ruined city, only seeing many rocks, but not a withered grass and a broken leaf. The sunset glow in the sky reveals purples in the bleak. The surrounding mountains are silent, as if listening to the breath of the city a thousand years ago, and as if waiting for the sunset to return to the night wall. Tashkur River is like a snake, wriggling its white belly in the lush meadow. Cattle are scattered on the grass, sometimes riding on the grass quickly.
Oh, rows of tall poplars rustle in the dust, and slender willows whisper in the sand waves. Red roses and fragrant wild thorns shine in the forest. Larks and finches with emerald wings are competing to sing with branches in the air, and bees and butterflies are flying among the flowers.
In the early morning, before the sun reached the canyon, there was a veil of white fog on the mountain, which was mysterious. The white fog is getting bigger and bigger, and mountainsides and foothills are also submerged. Heaven and earth are connected together, and only the sound of the river flowing can be heard. Soon, the sun rose from behind Robbie Snow Mountain, and the white fog gradually disappeared, revealing the mountains hidden in the white fog. Then he heard a story about an enchanted island at sea, which is part of the invisible world. There are exquisite towers and five clouds, and it is a beautiful sentence that exquisite immortals move back and forth.
Choose by yourself ~ ~