A good sentence describing scenery 1. Good sentences+poems describing scenery

1. In spring, it drizzles like silk. Citrus swallows the nectar of spring. They stretch like jade branches, and the long and narrow leaves laugh in the breeze. 2. In spring, apricot trees stretch their green leaves and produce white and red flowers. From a distance, they are like a pink light, which makes their hometown very beautiful. As they approached, they smelled a fragrance. Refresh one's mind The persimmon tree is covered with heavy persimmons. These bright red persimmons, like small red lanterns, are more vivid and lovely against the dense green holly trees. 4. Spring is coming, and pomegranate trees greedily suck the dew of spring in the drizzle; Small buds spit out from the branches. When the spring breeze blows, the buds gradually turn into small green leaves, and the green leaves on the trees rustle in the breeze. 5. The flowers of litchi tree are milky white, which gradually turn pale yellow, and clusters contrast with the green leaves. From a distance, the whole litchi orchard is like a yellow sea of flowers, very beautiful. In front of us stands a tall maple tree, which looks like a tree. The thick and straight trunk soared into the sky, and on the top of the tree, clusters of red maple leaves were like a flame. 7. Many miscellaneous leaves turn golden yellow, but maple leaves are red, which is really a rare brocade in the world. 8. The spring breeze is like a warm current, and the buds of mulberries come out, green, watery, fresh and gratifying. Just pulling out the petiole of mulberry leaves, the juice is still dripping. 10, the spruce tree has eternal silence. Against the snow-capped peaks, the lovely spring girl came to the world with light steps, and then the vibrant scene came in all directions. 13. In the field, the wheat seedlings turned green, and at first glance, they looked like green waves. Golden wild vegetable flowers sparkle in the green waves. 14. Looking forward to, looking forward to (showing eager joy). The east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is coming soon. 5438+05. There are several tall firs on the hillside. Similar to a group of paleontological fossils. 16. Melia azedarach has a tall trunk, dense leaves and small white flowers. Seen from a distance, clusters of small white flowers are like snowflakes falling from the sky. 17. Sunflower trees are unpretentious and don't change clothes all year round. They are thick and strong, and have just opened their wide palms. Pointing at the injustice in life. Poetry Qiantang Lake Spring Tour (Tang) Gushan Temple is located in the west of Jiating, with a flat water surface and low clouds. Several early owls compete for warm trees, and the new swallows peck at the spring soil. Flowers are becoming more and more charming, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. I like a lake that doesn't face east. Among the green trees, there are white sand dikes. In spring, Zhu Shengri looks for fragrance, and the waterfront is boundless. Once, he knew that the east wind was colorful. In the east of the city, spring is always early. Juyuan Yang poets have a clear vision in spring. If they stay in the forest, flowers are in full bloom. People who go out are flower watchers. Gao Pian, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion": The trees are thick and shaded, the balcony reflects the pond, the water curtain moves gently, and the sunset flies to the top of the mountain, so people are afraid that the rivers and seas will dry up, and the sky will not hesitate to dry up the rivers and seas. Qin Guan, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "Enjoy the Cool": chasing the cool outside the willow with a raft and painting a bed on the south of the bridge. In the moonlight, the boats and flutes are staggered, and the wind will smell fragrant. Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "Chasing the Cool at Summer Night": The night heat remains the same, and the door is small and the trees are bright. Open my window and lie down quietly. The wind brings me the fragrance of lotus flowers, and the music of dew drops from bamboo leaves. I will pick up my lute and play it, but, alas, who here will understand? So I thought of you, old friend, which brought trouble to my midnight dream. There was a bamboo window in front of Sui Yang Xiuzhi's Autumn Poem and a garden behind it. Night insects help build bricks, and lamp moths fly around candles. Late autumn poems are sad and close to the late scenery. I look forward to the cold stage. The wet court condenses and falls. The wind blows locusts. The sun is still cold. Clouds at night are more hazy. Poor goose is flying in the air. A lotus in the autumn pond is full of respect for autumn, and Ling Bo alone spits red.

2. A good paragraph describing the scenery (a 200-word natural paragraph)

The rice in the field turned yellow, and the heavy ears of rice bent the straw. In the autumn wind, the rice in the field bowed to the hardworking farmer's uncle ... The fruits in the garden bent the branches, and they poked their faces out of the branches playfully and swayed. In the distance, people sang loudly: "The autumn harvest has come again this year." This song is louder than a bird. The earth put on new clothes and the boat rowed to the towering pier. The two rows of poplars on the shore swayed gently, as if waving to us. Some people are washing clothes on the shore, some people are playing in the water, and songs are constantly drifting from my ears. The beauty of all this seems to have solidified in an instant! I can't help singing loudly. I am intoxicated in this fairyland.

3. Describe a beautiful scene and don't repeat it.

Examples of scenery description in Lao She's works: drizzle in mid-April. It's sunny and rainy, and the air is very cool. The young leaves are still small, but there are some green leaves everywhere. Shy Chunyang only gently leaned out some soft light from the thin clouds, and the figures and shadows on the ground were very weak. The wild peach blossom bloomed the earliest, and the faint pink was swaying in the wind and rain, like a charming little village girl. Dress simply and beautifully. -"Two Horses" An example of scenery description in Zhu Ziqing's works: On the winding lotus pond, looking forward to Tian Tian's leaves. The leaves stick out of the water high, like elegant dancers' skirts. Among the leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some bloom shyly. Just like pearls, stars in the blue sky, beautiful women who have just come out of the bath, the breeze blows, sending wisps of fragrance, as if there were faint songs in the distant building. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, and swept across the other side of the lotus pond at once. The leaves are close side by side, so there are condensation ripples. Under the leaves, there is running water, which is covered. It can't be. The leaves are even more windy. Moonlight, like running water, pours 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 with a veil. 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 a nap has a different flavor. Moonlight shines through the treetops, and the bushes in the high places fall in the mottled shadows, just like ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows are like paintings on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven. However, light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh. The lotus pond is far and near on all sides, high and low are trees, and willow is 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. For example, the color of a tree is cloudy and looks like a cloud of smoke at first glance. However, the fullness of willow branches can also be distinguished in the smoke. The distant mountains in the treetops are just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking from the cracks in the trees, which are sleepy eyes. At this time, the most lively is the cicada in the tree and the frog in the water. But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.

4. Wonderful description of the scenery

Dear Miss Li: In this golden season, we will have another beautiful festival-Teachers' Day. First of all, I want to wish you a happy holiday. I, the former "Liu Adou", can't help saying a few words to you. Teacher, I confess that I am not a good student you like. You patiently tutored me more than once, but I let you down again and again. It happened to be the mid-term exam that day. I was a guest at my grandmother's house the day before, and when I came to the door of the classroom the next day, my classmates were already taking the exam. After I stood at the door and shouted "report" several times, you coldly motioned me to go in, probably because I was nervous! I forgot to write my name after I passed the exam. The next morning, you publicly criticized me in front of your classmates. I know I am a careless person and should be criticized, but your mean words really made me feel ashamed. If there is a crack in the ground, I really want to go in. At that time, I saw something in your eyes that you didn't say-you idiot! In the second half of the semester, I also tried to change myself, but no matter how hard I tried, all I got was your cold eyes. Sometimes I ask you questions, but you always ignore me. Several times, I timidly returned to my seat. I feel sad when I watch you patiently answer questions for other students and cast a kind look at them ... teacher, the new semester has begun again, for other students. I lost confidence in my study. I can moisten my thirsty heart with a drop of dew. Teacher, I made a greeting card myself. Teacher, I will quietly put it on your desk that day.

5. Famous sentences about scenery

Give a slight fan, and the Tang fan conveys the warmth when the sun sets, and fan the wind slightly. Blow new leaves, lighten the light in the flowers, make the sky clear and warm the blue sky. A little look at the green water will make me feel scattered. Depending on the situation, Pei will gain something. Yanhua is hard to describe, but the air in the evening is harmonious. Last spring. The scenery is full of wind. The field is wet and the grass grows on the wall. The official residence is quiet and the west gate is closed. I don't want to open Zhuang's old scroll. I want to talk to anyone. On the spring theme lake, spring is like a painting on Tang Baijuyi Lake, and chaotic peaks are scattered around the level. The mountains and plains are green, and a pearl is in the heart of the moon. Blue carpet line painting early rice, green Luo skirt with a new shop. It didn't get thrown. New green horizontal shop. The white goose is still heavy, with low wings, but its tongue is not smooth. I don't know that the spring scenery in Jiangnan is not good, and getting sick every year will reduce my mood. In spring, Tang Du Fu's peach blossom waves in March, and the old traces will be revived by the river. There is no sand tail in the morning, and the blue color moves Chai Men. After receiving the bait, you can even water the small garden. With countless birds, it's noisy to take a shower. In spring, Tang Du Fu's flowers strive for spring. But I'm afraid someone will know. At the turn of spring and summer, it is selfless to shut down and repair the flood furnace. It takes the most time to return to the goose, so dyeing flowers should be the most laborious. I hated noble families since I was born, and my warmth was driven by political pen. When I met you, I only slept, but my heart was not in glory. When Jiang Nanchun was pregnant with Tang Libai's youth geometry, the yellow bird kept singing. When I lost my hometown, old China grew up outside the river. Long song goldfinch. Looking at the old snow and the new Leimengcao in Li Duan in the early spring night. Frost should be beside the temples, and night rain should not urge flowers. If you travel late, you will go back to your old country to get credit. If you don't work hard, cherish the years from now on. In the spring rain, Tang Li Shangyin, I am wearing a white coat, and the awaken of spring is getting stronger. I only think about Baimancheng, where I can't go. There are two red mansions to keep out the cold, covered by rain, and a bead curtain lamp, shaking my lonely heart. It's a long way to go home, and the road is long. Xiu Yuan Xi, Xiao's dreams are still there. How can I get the seal? I saw a lonely goose in a cloud three thousand miles away. In the early summer, the Tang Dynasty flourished, Bai Juyi accumulated water in the spring pond late, and the summer trees were numerous. The boat is like a wild crossing, and the fence falls like a river village. The piano mattress is brushed quietly, and the fragrance at the door of the wine cellar is fragrant. In his spare time, he sometimes becomes a lovely little grandson. Xia had the potential to become a beautiful woman, but in a blink of an eye, Trituo's birds could not fly and the wind blew away.