2. The fog at dusk floated in the withered poplar, as if spun yarn hung on the branches, but it was whiter, more transparent and hazy than spun yarn, which made the outline of poplar violet.
The rain in Tianshan Mountain is unusual. It lasts for two or three days at a time, like ox hair, like embroidery needle, like thin thread, and it is woven obliquely and densely. She is wearing new green and colorful clothes.
The beautiful morning mist is like Dashan's daughter, kissing her mother's cheek. As if she had been cared for by her mother, she returned the beauty of mobility to the tourists.
5. The wind passes over the water, leaving ripples; Sunlight passes through the clouds, leaving a trace of warmth; Years pass through the Woods, leaving rings, my friend, what do we leave behind when we walk on the stage of the times?
6. The grass under the rock teaches us to be strong, the wild lily on the cliff teaches us to be persistent, the pine tree on the top of the mountain teaches us to struggle, and the wintersweet in the cold teaches us to smile at the ice and snow.
7. The heavy rain stopped soon, because it was sandy land. As soon as the rain stopped, the road could be used for pedestrians. I ran to the village head and looked around. There is a rainbow hanging in the sky, which is very beautiful. There is gurgling water everywhere, and the frogs in the distance are intertwined.
8. Xia Hong shines on the green water, which is scattered into golden light, and the sinking sunlight in Xia Hong is also transformed into different colors. Layers of light and color collide with each other and swing, reflecting in my eyes.
9. Suddenly, lightning appeared, emitting more intense light, like an axe, splitting the clouds! At that moment, only its light covered the wind and rain and reflected the red soil.
10, suddenly the wind blew hard, and flying sand and stones, dead leaves and scraps of paper were swept into the air, like a broken kite, fluttering and dancing up and down.
1 1, the sky contains every cloud, no matter its beauty or ugliness, so the sky is boundless. The earth embraces every inch of land, rich or poor, so it belongs to vast expanse. The ocean accepts every river, big or small, so the ocean is boundless.
12. Lightning soared into the sky. They must want to defeat the dark magic and light up the whole earth, but the darkness did not retreat and lightning ended in failure.
13, early in the morning, I opened the window and saw a chill coming towards me. The trees in the yard are covered with frost from root to tip, just like plum blossoms with sparkling flowers.
14, when the sun just appeared, I walked along the river to the village, so faint clear fog,/so moist and moist smell of earth kept coming to my face and getting into my nose.
15. After a while, the wings hit the waves, and after a while, the arrow flew straight towards the dark clouds. It cried, and in the brave cry of the birds, the dark clouds heard the joy.
16 suddenly, a golden light flashed across the sky, and after a while, thunder came in the distance. A series of flying flashes shuttled through the night sky like golden dragons, knocking the dark sky apart and mutilated.
17, a spring thunder, the expensive spring rain also fell, and the mountains and plains were shrouded in a veil of rain and fog, fresh, moist and picturesque.
18, Spring Rain, it turns out that you came to the earth with Miss Chun, making the earth full of vitality and emitting fresh breath. Your dexterous hand is touching people's heartstrings and drawing people's beautiful hopes.
People are busier in spring. As the saying goes, a year's plan lies in spring. You see, in the streets of the city, busy figures shuttle back and forth, and farmers sow the seeds of hope in the fields of the countryside.
20. A golden plant, but it doesn't seem to be a rape flower. From a distance, it exudes golden light, and a gust of wind blows like a cascade of waves. This is a perfect scene.
2 1, there are people going for an outing everywhere, including the love and satisfaction of the elderly, the laughter of lovers and the innocent smile of children. Suddenly understand: the beautiful spring is so beautiful because it makes people's mood bloom at this moment.
22. She doesn't belong to the kind of dense fog that locks the fog on the top of the mountain and makes people breathless, nor is it the kind of sparse and boring mist.
23. Fog is ever changing. It changes, disperses, gathers, rises and rolls forward all the time.
24. Spring is full of vitality, summer is full of enthusiasm, autumn is full of charm, and winter is full of imagination.
25. To fill a new spring, you must dump the existing old water; To get a rose, you must give up the rose you have; If you want to have a unique experience, you must have mental trauma.
26. A flash of lightning went straight into the sky like an arrow leaving the string, and drew a beautiful broken line in the night sky. In the blink of an eye, it was dark and the earth returned to the hands of the dark devil.
27. I like lightning best, its imposing manner and its voice. Lightning lit up the sky at the moment he crossed it, even the bright moonlight of the moon could not compare with it.
28. Gray fog rises from the rocky valley in Ran Ran, and the dark clouds on the top of the mountain are getting deeper and deeper. After a while, the peak disappeared, the road was unclear, and it was dark all around.
29. The fog drifted everywhere, as if tired of playing, slowly dispersed and reluctantly returned the sword to the sun. The sun has become active and shed thousands of golden and silver rays on the earth.
30. Mature wheat droops its head, which is teaching us humility; A group of ants can carry big bones, which is teaching us unity; Gentle water drops pass through rocks, which is teaching us tenacity; Bees are busy among flowers, which is teaching us to work hard.
3 1, of course, the season with the most electricity consumption is summer. Lightning is fierce and dazzling, and thunder is shocking. There is also lightning in spring, but it is softer and the thunder is not very loud, like a train of cranes whistling across the sky.
32. The night in nature seems beautiful and quiet, but there are countless creatures whispering in nature; Nature's night is like a huge machine. It seems quiet and vivid, but there are countless nature workers singing and dancing.
33. Reaching out and touching it only makes me feel cold. The invisible wall hindered my progress. I slowed down for fear that I would fall to the ground if I stepped on the air.
34. The lovely spring girl came to the world with light steps, and then the vibrant scene came in all directions, as if the whole world had just woken up from a deep sleep.
35. The northeast wind whines, the fallen leaves fly all over the sky, and the yellow dust is misty and chaotic. I can hardly tell where the sky is and where the earth is.
36. In summer, there are frequent thunderstorms. At this time, lightning will flash by and draw a beautiful arc in the night sky. And all this is done in an instant.
37. The clear spring trickles in the stream, like a sad folk song, gently singing in the mountains. The stream growled and laughed. The sky and clouds broke dreamily at the moment when the yellowing grass stalks hit the water.
Looking into the distance, you can see rice fields. It seems to be bent with laughter, and like a scholar, they are all bowing to the earth! A breeze blew, and the seedlings looked up and swayed in the breeze. It was really beautiful.
39. The world is shrouded in white fog. Flowers and trees nearby, mountains and houses in the distance are all hidden in dense fog.
40. It's getting colder and colder, and the wind is blowing. It's cold, really cold. Bamboo and trees in the mountains; Hua rang straight, and the wind rolled the branches and leaves, dancing like the devil's claws.
4 1, the river dries up in winter, I believe that spring water will come again, and that white sail is my idol; The leaves in the wind have withered, and I believe that dreams in the soil will blossom and bear fruit on the branches.
42. Spring is coming! Look, the melting ice water woke up the stream. Ding Dong, Ding Dong, is like a magical singer of nature, singing crisp and sweet songs and rushing forward.
43. The area of Xia Guang is gradually narrowing and the color is gradually becoming lighter. Purple becomes crimson, crimson becomes pink, pink becomes pink, and finally disappears.
44. The night is getting dark. Villages, Woods, potholes and ditches seem to suddenly fall into mysterious silence.
45. A cool breeze blew, and in an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and the rain came down, and soon the ground was soaked; The weather changes quickly in autumn.
46. In the morning, I took a deep breath of fresh air covered with frost and felt full of energy and strength. It seemed that overnight, I became an excellent hunter who could catch tigers in the mountains and jiaozi in the water.
47. I came to the pond under the slope and looked at the beautiful scenery in the summer evening. I saw the sunset glow burning half the sky, reflecting a pool of water and dyeing the whole mountain red.
48. In the morning, I opened the curtains and saw, hey! There is a thick layer of frost on the window glass. Some are like small trees, and some are like overgrown grass, which is very beautiful.
49. I prefer beautiful lightning in summer! If you pay attention, you will find that lightning is purple! The shapes of these lightning are also different, but they are all so spectacular!
50. The sun has set; Thick fog, as white as milk, rises on the river, in the walls of churches and in the open spaces around factories.
When I got up in the morning, I was fascinated by the scenery outside the window. Under the fog, the whole city was covered with a white veil, and his true face could not be seen clearly.
52. Lightning followed, and thunder came one after another, like a lion roaring. Although I don't know why there is lightning, I still like him very much.
53. Every morning, dense fog floods Shan Ye, rivers and roads; The clean and cool air on the grassland has become as muddy and dirty as the spring water trampled by horses!
54. Lightning and thunder are the most peculiar lights and sounds on the stage of nature, which often make people feel shocked and surprised, but as long as you know how to listen and appreciate, I think there are still some amazing places.
55. The sky is blue, and several pieces of orange-red morning glow are sparsely distributed in the sky. Slowly, the scope of the morning glow expanded, and the color changed from orange to bright red.
56. In August in the south, the sun is like fire. At noon, the sun rolled up all the leaves. Cicada kept ringing, and the sound was very long, which added a layer of trouble to the sultry weather.
57. Outside is a weed in Huang Cancan, soaked by dew. I stepped on the yellow dew, and a beam of setting sun shone beside me and on the ground outside me.
58. As soon as Grandpa Dong left, Miss Chun came to the world quietly with a basket of flowers, accompanied by spring rain. Suddenly, everything on the earth revived, and the flowers were overflowing, showing a vitality.
59. When the sun sets, the sunset glow reflects half the sky and into the river, and the river turns red instantly! It's like a blossoming red lotus in the river. It's so beautiful!
60. A large white cold fog covers the high red brick wall of the arsenal and the main road outside the brick wall, and covers the vast airport of the Ministry of Aviation opposite the arsenal; Surrounded the ancient pagoda at the end of the city street.
6 1, the night fog slowly fades and turns white, like flowing transparent body, and the east turns white. A veil-like fog floats over Cao Yang New Village, where there are no buildings and trees.
62. White fog is floating everywhere on the plateau, just like a living object, spreading along the ground in its unique flow way.
63. Birds in the distance, the eternal concern is Lao Lin; Wandering boat, always thinking about the harbor; Travelers, whether they come back in a hurry at night or run away from home, are inextricably linked in their hearts and always miss that place or home.
64. This kind of beauty is simply incomparable. I don't know whether the morning fog holds up the twin peaks or the twin peaks keep the morning fog. In a word, mountains, forests and fog are inseparable.
65. There was a light rain in the morning. Although it has cleared up now, the road is still slippery. The autumn crops in the field were washed green and crystal clear by the rain, and the air also smelled fresh and moist.
66. The morning mist is like a milky gauze. Dreamlike, poetic, picturesque. It can't be waved away, and it keeps being torn and cut, blocking my sight and making people feel high.
67. Suddenly, the fog started, and it was like a snowball. Roll, roll, the whole world is white.
68. When the leaves of the seedlings were exposed to the sun, they lost their green luster and there was no wind at all. People are walking on the ridge of fields with seedlings on both sides, sweating like a pig in the heat, breathing poorly, and no one wants to come out.