Dawn is like a sword, splitting the silent night and welcoming the rising sun.
Third, the dawn of dawn unveiled the veil of night, spit out brilliant morning light and ushered in a new day.
Fourth, the newborn dawn, like a bright red baby, trembled three times in this thick spray.
In the early morning, on the budding bud, the crystal dew is flashing and full of vitality.
6. The morning light begins slowly, and it is another colorful morning, coming to the world with freshness.
7. I don't know when the gorgeous morning glow dyed half the sky red and sprinkled soft colors on campus.
Eight, in the morning light, the green bamboo pole shines with pure luster, and the green aura haunts the whole bamboo forest.
In the morning, the street is quiet. When the first ray of morning light penetrated the mist, a warm morning appeared in the street.
Ten, the beauty of the morning is really exciting, I am lamenting the magic of nature, there are such intoxicating scenery.
1 1. In the early morning, Father Sun woke up the earth from his dream with warm and gentle arms, and golden sunshine spread all over the earth.
Twelve, winter morning, the sun father-in-law seems to be afraid of the cold, hiding under the covers and afraid to come out until eight o'clock in the east.
Thirteen, it is already dawn, and the morning light like a clear spring flows in from a small window. Birds are chirping on the branches.
When I got up to open the door, I heard the sound of the morning. It told me to open the door quickly, and it was waiting for me to dance with it.
Fifteen, the winter morning is not as fresh as the spring morning; Nor is it as bright as summer; Not as refreshing as autumn; It just makes people cold.
Sixteen, the day is getting brighter, the light blue sky is inlaid with a few residual stars, and the earth is hazy, like a silver-gray veil.
17. In the early morning, a magnificent morning glow appeared in the east. There are wisps of kitchen smoke floating on the roof of the village, and the air is filled with veil-like mist.
Eighteen, a hundred birds are singing, you sing and I will appear. It is known far and near, and a hundred birds are contending and a hundred flowers are blooming. This is a fresh and pleasant morning.
The morning in winter is beautiful. If you don't believe me, please look at the biting cold wind that blows to me from time to time every morning when I open the door.
In the morning, a ray of sunshine directly enters my room, like a bunch of shining gold thread, which not only illuminates the room, but also illuminates my heart.
2 1. In the morning, the whole world is clear, and the sun shines gently on everything through a weak shock, which makes people feel pleasing to the eye.
Twenty-two, ah, early morning on campus! Here is the beginning of the day, here is the beginning of life; We should sow the ideal seeds and realize the meaning of life.
The morning in my hometown is so quiet, so pure and so beautiful. The dawn of dawn lifts the veil of night and spits out brilliant morning glow.
Twenty-four, the morning sunshine is quiet and elegant, and there is no such noisy atmosphere, which makes people feel calm and relaxed. I have also felt that artistic conception.
Twenty-five, early in the morning, just open the window, a fresh air. With the continuous golden light, the sun came out and showed a kind smile.
Twenty-six, the rising sun is full of strong alcohol, spreading infinite drunkenness to the vast sky in the fields. ...
Twenty-seven, early in the morning, all is silent, a little light on the eastern horizon carefully infiltrated into the light blue sky, and the new day gradually moved from a distance.
28. Sunlight enters from the east window and is screened into a mottled mixture of light yellow and gray black by the gauze curtain of hollowed-out flowers, and falls on Lin Baishuang's forehead, just like some mysterious words.
Twenty-nine, Chaoyang, as big as the wheel of an ox cart, as red as molten iron, shines brightly, sitting on the ridge of the east, lifting the veil-like mist with both hands.
At thirty, the sun jumped out of the gray sea, and a small round of purple flame immediately lit up the dark sky. Behind the bright morning glow, there seems to be endless blue satin.
Thirty-one, winter morning, when I open my mouth, white air comes out and rises to the sky. Sometimes, the sky is white everywhere, and people can't see anything when they walk in it, just like in a fairyland.
32. In the early morning of summer, the newborn sun shines on my face, dew shines on the lawn around me, and the cool breeze caresses me, sometimes with a faint fragrance of flowers. What a beautiful morning!
33. In the morning, I took a walk by the pond. The towering plane trees and willows on both sides nodded in the breeze. Fish swim freely in the water, and wild flowers by the pond are reflected in the water. Very beautiful.
Thirty-four, the morning breeze blew slightly, and the crystal dew slipped down the leaves and jumped happily. Green grass wakes up under the caress of soft morning light and becomes greener under the washing of rain and dew.
35. When you wake up in the morning, you will always hear the clear cry of cicadas. Walking out of the gate, I saw the wet yard after the rain and some grass beside the flower bed. Oh, there were raindrops on it last night.
36. In the morning, I got up lazily, opened my sleepy eyes and saw a leaf floating on the windowsill in the distance. The morning dew on the leaves, the water is bright and crystal clear, and there are bursts of birds singing outside the window.
37. In the early morning of summer, at four or five o'clock, the sky is as white as a fish belly, and everything is free of the smell of animals. Everything is pure and refreshing, like a faint ink painting, filled with the smell of grass.
38. Morning is a baby who wakes up after a night's sleep. Everywhere is full of vitality and vigor. These flowers and grass are so green that I feel very comfortable. I like beautiful mornings. It gives me a good start.
39. In the early morning of spring, the wet wind swept gently, came in through the broken glass window, brushed everything slightly, and then quietly left. Pale white skylights also occupy every corner, painting the door with a dreamy white.
Forty, early in the morning, the street is very quiet. When the first ray of morning light passed through the mist, a warm morning came to the side street. At this time, everything in the small street is shrouded in the soft morning light, and the willows on the roadside hang their heads and meekly accept the morning shower.
Forty-one, in the early morning, several birds sang clearly in front of my window, and that cry woke me up. I gently pushed open the window, and a fresh and fragrant air came to my face. Took a deep breath. Ah! This is the smell after rain, and this is the smell of life.
Forty-two, at this time, everything in the street is shrouded in the soft morning light, and the willows on the roadside hang their heads and meekly accept the bath of the morning light; Tall poplars spread their arms like strong young people; The wet grass gives off a faint green color. What a beautiful summer morning.
Forty-three, in the early morning, the sun lazily stretched out its arms at the urging of the crow, and smiled and shot out the first ray of sunshine. The golden thread shines warmly into the room, reflecting the whole room as gold. It is a color that makes people shine at the moment, and the spirit of the morning is also inspired by this.
44. The sun that just got up, full of energy and red light, shines brightly on the whole world. Early in the morning, the sun lazily stretched out its arms under the urging of crows, and smiled and shot out the first ray of sunshine. The golden thread shines warmly into the room, reflecting the whole room as gold. It stands out.
Forty-five, early morning, beautiful early morning, we just unearthed Xin Wei, looking up at the colorful sky-the grand blueprint for the future of the motherland, picking up the brush of knowledge to describe and add color. Listen, reading is getting louder and louder. We didn't waste this golden morning and golden time.
46. Early in the morning, I walked slowly on the main road of the campus. The air is cool, and I gently touch my face and my hair, which makes me completely relaxed. Suddenly I was exhausted and sore all over. I only feel the cool spring water flowing into my heart, just like eating cold watermelon in hot summer!
47. The morning after the rain is like a symphony. Twitter, birds singing wonderful themes between the sky and the branches; China, the river is running and singing a beautiful melody; * * * *, the sound of insects flapping their wings is beating the symphony; Huhuhu, the butterfly's flight path is only the melody line of the symphony; Tick-tock, the rain on the leaves drops on the small stone, as if the stone is singing a tick-tock song and accompanying the symphony!