Prose is a narrative literary genre that expresses the author's true feelings and flexible writing style. The following is my beautiful prose describing the scenery, which I hope will help you. Aesthetic Prose 1
The corn blooms and the bitter buckwheat falls to the ground. The stream on the right shoulder of my hometown has cut the skirt of the moon and bypassed the house again and again, showing me the chirping on the pillow, which is still the nest under the old eaves.
I know that the season when melons and fruits are fragrant and cicadas are singing will never return. But a promise from a tree and the sweetness hanging from the branches of my hometown have already unconsciously immersed in my soul.
That firefly lamp has been lit by my friends for countless times, illuminating the distance between me and my hometown. I see clearly that the acacia I have planted has grown into tears, or the stars in my hands have returned to the night sky in my hometown.
I'm still the dog's tail grass in my hometown, and I won't open my empty palm until the wind, rain and morning twilight turn the day to the last page in late autumn.
hometown, if I keep my withered posture as much as possible, will my dreams last longer?
Inexplicable memories, such as a dilapidated and mottled old house, persist stubbornly. Happiness, like tears, falls over and hurts the footsteps of a wanderer.
mother, I'm not around, please don't look at the village head alone, and don't see the way home!
That autumn wind drives the leaves, hay, dust and the whole life in my hometown, and I still live in my mother's old house made of flesh and bones, dancing with tears. But I can only sit silently in the center of my soul, with wandering tears dripping from my heart ...
For many years, I have always exiled the river on the right shoulder of my hometown to the warmth of my mother. There is a mountain on the other side of the river, and there is an old house on the other side of the river, so that soul and time can flow naturally like living water.
even, I saw all the mothers who crossed the river in the village and told their children the hardships and beautiful legends of their work, so that they could understand the rich feelings on the yellow land. So, I have also heard the folk songs that have been circulated for thousands of years, and they blossom and bear fruit in this land, like the overflowing river flowing over my heart and the heavy ears of grain bumping into my arms ... And the full moon is still stuck on the river bank, sticking to the branches, and the golden fruit has fallen into the season of bending branches.
But I can't find my mother at the source of my hometown river, and I can only hear the echo of autumn. The beautiful prose describing the scenery 2
The sun is bright, the duckweeds are stacked on top of each other, the trees are green and verdant, and the breeze is soft and gentle. The most pleasing thing is the green of this summer, and the most annoying thing is the heat of this summer.
in the early summer, everything looks prosperous. Gardenia blossoms, magnolia smells fragrant, and vines grow in a winding way. The cicada just came out of the soil, bringing the moisture of the underground soil and the fragrance of the soil. The wings are still tender, transparent and thin. If you want to spread your wings, you have to feed on dew, take vegetation as a quilt, take the sky as a cover, hide your strength and bide your time, and be ready to go.
midsummer brings legends of starry sky and ancient myths. A straw mat, a cattail leaf fan, swaying, telling the story of summer and singing the hymn of summer. Lying still in nature, taking the ground as the bed and the sky as the cottage, dreaming and thinking of a midsummer night.
in midsummer, the sun is burning, and the lake is full of light, like stars scattered in the water. The cicada calls more joyfully, and the hot air is brewing, which permeates people's skin bit by bit. The oil also seeps out with the pores bit by bit, and is evaporated by the fierce sun, and it is sticky after all.
The summer rain, like a young man rushing to a date, comes in a hurry, and walks a little shambling because he doesn't understand the girl's mind. The happiest thing is the rainbow after the rain, which crossed the sky on both sides and hung in the air with colorful colors. Even if beauty can't stay, it can't wait long, and then it quietly disappears, hiding in the country with clouds.
Summer night is the most unique night. It seems like an appointed time. When the sun quietly leaves, the concert begins with great fanfare. When cicadas began to play the opening song, frogs croaked and crickets hurried out of the house. No sooner had the black tone been dyed than the music performance began. The field country concert is officially staged, and every little guy is a musician to be reckoned with.
At this moment, all we should do is close our eyes and listen. The voice belonging to summer has passed through many rice fields and country roads, and reached our ears with the gentle summer wind. Listen, that's the voice of summer. Aesthetic Prose on Scenery 3
Go into autumn to find your own mood, and sigh the color and tranquility that autumn brings to nature in the beautiful scenery. Whether it's the golden larch forest in the Alps, the red maple leaf in Canada, watching the leaves flying in the wind outside the Red Square in Moscow, or walking on the ground covered with thick fallen leaves, beautiful autumn colors are everywhere in the northern country.
autumn means maturity. After a continuous autumn rain, the wind wafts in the slightly dry air with a fresh smell of earth and ripe fruit, which makes people feel particularly comfortable. Looking at the harvest scene, people's faces showed cheerful smiles.
In autumn, the autumn wind blows, making the maple leaves in the valley as red as flames like drinking too much wine.
autumn is a colorful picture. In the distance, the layers of forest are all dyed, and the emerald is flowing. Nearby, the fallen leaves fluttered into a beautiful landscape. Fallen leaves float all over the earth, as if covering it with a thick golden blanket.
in autumn, there is a bumper harvest everywhere, and melons and fruits are fragrant everywhere. Aesthetic Prose on Scenery 4
Autumn quietly comes to us, with autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn colors.
the autumn wind is cool and comfortable to blow on your face. Without the heat of summer, it is not the cold of winter. Autumn is autumn, beautiful and warm.
Look, the sky is so blue and so high. Let people suddenly, let people bright and clear, the mood flutters with the clouds, look at the blue sky, and think quietly.
Some people say that autumn is a sad season. Trees begin to sprout in spring, thrive in summer and wither or disappear in autumn. Time flies, time flies, youth is like running water, infatuated with autumn sunshine, light and cool.
Autumn brings us peace and sublimation, and autumn brings us wisdom and thinking.
I like autumn because it is quiet.
Happiness is a kind of mood, a kind of being suddenly enlightened after an epiphany, and a kind of sunshine after a storm. Then, letting go is happiness.
There was a rich man carrying a lot of gold and silver treasures and looking for happiness in the distance. However, after walking through thousands of waters in Qian Shan, I didn't find happiness. So he was sitting on the side of the road in frustration. At this moment, a farmer came down from the mountain with a big bundle of firewood on his back. The rich man asked the farmer, "Why am I not happy?"
The farmer put down the heavy firewood, wiped his sweat and said, "Happiness is very simple. Putting it down is happiness!" .
The rich man suddenly realized that he was carrying so many gold and silver treasures, fearing that others would take them away and steal them. How can you be happy if you are worried all day?
So, the rich man made the treasure a charity and donated it to the poor, and he tasted happiness.
open it, let it go. Cherish the present, be more mature, less worried, more indifferent, less fame and fortune, more true feelings and less worldly. Leave an open sky for the soul, just like this beautiful autumn, autumn sky.
letting go is a kind of happiness! Aesthetical prose describing scenery 5
It's a cool autumn. Yes, autumn is a beautiful season! The hot summer has quietly passed, and the cool autumn is coming. Comfortable and cool autumn will bring people a good mood and new harvest and new hope!
The autumn sky is always so clear, and there is not a cloud in the blue sky. Looking up, I feel that the sky on the grassland is so beautiful! The sky is so high and blue. Looking at the sky, my heart also feels open. Occasionally, birds will fly through the sky, which will make your heart tremble. How nice it would be if people could be as free and happy as birds!
There is no wind in autumn. Although the air is a little dry, it occasionally rains, which makes you feel comfortable. Smelling the smell of earth, moist air moistens your face, and looking at the colorful colors in nature, you will unconsciously open your arms, look up, gently close your eyes and take a deep breath; At this time, you are like a leaf, a small flower and a fruit that will be integrated into the life of autumn.
I like the yellow color of Ginkgo biloba leaves in autumn, especially in the street light. Against the background of the night, that kind of yellow is not golden, but a little delicate and subtle. There are few pedestrians on the road, and the ginkgo tree illuminated by the street lamp is as beautiful as the oil painting painted on the canvas. I also like the red of maple leaves, which is so red that no pigment can bring out such a strong color. I am imagining that one day I can go to a big maple forest and wander alone in the maple forest, so that the red of maple leaves can flow into my blood. At this time, I remembered the poem "Stop and sit in love with the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February". Presumably, the ancients also had a soft spot for maple leaves.
autumn is the harvest season. It was the happiest moment for farmers to see the golden rice all over the rice fields, and the wrinkles on their bronzed faces engraved by years were filled with happy smiles. The hard work and sweat of the past seems to have never happened. Looking at them, I can't help thinking: happiness is so simple! All the troubles are thrown out of the clouds.
The teacher's festival is chosen in autumn, which is the harvest of every hardworking gardener; The Mid-Autumn Festival is also in autumn, which is a good day to spend a full moon and get together with relatives and friends. They are all chosen in this season, and they really have different intentions.
I like autumn best all the year round, and I like all the beautiful things in nature. Autumn will bring me a happy mood and give up my troubles. I also love life, and I want to make my life as colorful and fruitful as autumn! Aesthetic Prose on Scenery 6
Winter Girl sent away the colorful spring, the scorching summer sun, and the cool autumn wind, but it brought a chilly and icy winter. Although it is cold in winter, there are still many beautiful scenery that are pleasing to the eye.
"There are several plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone. I know from afar that it is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance. " In winter, you can also see beautiful flowers, that is, plum blossoms, which are combined with bamboo and pine to become "three friends of old age and cold", and still stand proudly in the cold winter. Pink plum blossoms are so beautiful against the white snow that you can't help but want to break off a few and put them in a vase to keep this beautiful moment forever.
The most representative thing in winter is the beautiful plum blossoms, that is, the white snowflakes. One after another, clusters fall on the ground like dancing butterflies. If it snows heavily, a thick layer will soon form on the ground, like a thick quilt. It's not cold on snowy days, so the children all run out and enjoy playing on this snowy land. Snowflakes turn into snowballs and fly around in the air. The children's clothes are marked by snowballs, and they still say slogans from time to time, such as "Tianma Meteor Boxing" and "Tigers Even Break", as if they were playing in a real battlefield.
While the children were having fun, a little rabbit came out to watch the battle. It is rare to see a few small animals in the snow in winter, because many animals are hiding in caves and sleeping for a long time, and they won't come out until next spring.
It's time for dinner, and the children have come home one after another. Every family wears a small white and shiny hat on the roof of their house. The smoke from the kitchen rose, and the whole family sat on the hot kang, surrounded by a steaming table, eating in their mouths and keeping warm in their hearts.
I love winter, plum blossom in winter, snow in winter and warmth in winter.