2. A sad poem about the scenery outside the window
A poem about the scenery outside the window 1. A poem describing the beautiful scenery outside the window in winter
1, get up in the morning, it's foggy in winter. After the fog cleared, a beautiful scene appeared. The needles of that pine tree are covered with a thick layer of frost, like a white chrysanthemum. After a few strokes, the yellow leaves fell in succession.
2. Graceful girls are dancing happily, and jade butterflies are spinning around. They fall on trees, rockeries and all the places they like. Look, some of them are like wooded jungles, some are like rugged cliffs, and some are like the vast Yuan Ye. Sheep and horses are enjoying delicious food happily.
The snow kissed me gently, sprinkled on my face and fell in my neck. Crispy and crisp, really fascinating! Snowflakes keep falling, as if telling people that it wants to come to the world most, leaving a white mark on the earth, so that trees can enjoy the sweet spring of life. They are as gorgeous as flowers in spring, flying like butterflies in summer, and as chic as fallen leaves in autumn.
A sad poem about the scenery outside the window 1. Help me think of a beautiful sentence that describes the scenery outside the window.
She looked at the clear sky outside the window and felt redundant. She seems to be used to wrapping herself in the cold. She silently thought about looking at the people in the pool outside. Many of them are very happy. She can't help but smile that she has entered the darkness and can't enter the light any more. The gentle wind still blows with warmth, and sometimes she is surrounded by warmth, but still cold and unable to escape.
Look at his left hand, the ring is still on his little finger.
So I recalled the past.
Those memories
The ring worn on the little finger symbolizes
A lifetime of loneliness
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2. A Tang poem describing the beautiful scenery outside the window?
Bian's "Out of Chapter"
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
Appreciation of Qiong Yao's Poem Outside the Window
Who should I care about?
Who am I worthy of love?
May a wisp of smoke melt,
Come and go!
When the drizzle wets the moss,
When the night fog covers the balcony,
Please open your window,
That wandering ghost, wandering around!
That wandering soul, eager to come in!
When the rain soaked the moss,
When the night fog covers the balcony,
Please open your window,
No one limits my steps any more,
I'll be back with you!
I'll be back with you!
-Outside the window.
Can you remember Xiaoxiang in the heavy twilight separated by Chongyang?
The horizon is a floating blue shimmer, and it's hard to say who died. Where is it?
Facing the deep water is the most desolate for Hanshan.
Rest in this life, there is no evidence in the next life, and it is also a waste of thought!
-Outside the window.
Life is sad, the world is cold and the future is boundless.
Drops of tears, continuous tenderness, more infinite sadness.
Drink green wine and go to your hometown for the time being. Don't call me crazy.
Laugh today, be sad tomorrow, things change!
At the ends of the earth, duckweeds meet, sighing that bosom friends are hard to meet.
Singing in front of the mountain, whispering by the water, analyzing my sadness.
I hate Taiwan last night, but it's raining hard tonight, and it's hard to predict how to get together or leave.
We know each other, love each other and grow old together!
-Outside the window.
Western jackdaw in the west has fallen asleep,
The moon is high above the clouds,
Reflected in the depths of the forest,
Tonight's night is beautiful!
The north wind is sighing,
Blowing on my forehead,
The stream is still flowing,
Friend, where are you? ……
-Outside the window.
Flying flowers shed tears at the cold window,
The rain at night is sad, the wind is crazy,
Lonely boudoir hates longer,
It's so sad,
Dreams are heartbroken!
-Outside the window.
The wind blew all night,
Blow away boring troubles,
When people are in the dead of night,
I also searched my dreams,
The soul is broken,
Empty tender!
-Outside the window.
Appreciation of Out of the Window
Seven Rhymes-Step Rhyme Sit and watch the scenery "once"
I used to look at colorful shadows together and whisper in front of me. Graceful and smooth added a face, and shyness was not halved.
The wind is clear, the moon is in a good mood, and the mountains and rivers are idle. This scene has entered a new dream today, and it has not recovered its old appearance.
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The moon outside the window is gone, so it's hard to keep a little mood. The wind is as light as half a glass of water, how much can dreams dye?
At this time, I think of the purple dress, and the short scarf is still warm. The story is mixed with wine, and it is half stupid and half drunk at night.
Attached to the original jade: once (sitting and watching the scenery)
Once out of the window, the colors are gorgeous and the customs are infinite. It is really persistent to look at the floating life, and it is silly to find a fantasy.
Taoyuan is naturally similar, and the flowers in the reflection are idle. Heart knot color unintentionally cling to the old, lonely when long cold Zhu Yan.
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The appearance of flowers and the soul of the moon and the stars disappeared last night. The old story is a little tidbit, and the tall building is lonely and white.
Guitar strings are cold, but classmates are warm. I can laugh at the floating wine in the cup, and Pale Red is proud of the giants.
3. Describe the complete works of autumn scenery's sad sentences
1. There is always inexplicable sadness and endless sadness in autumn, which continues to the distant land.
Autumn, withered season, there will always be some inexplicable sadness in my heart, I don't know why? 2. Autumn is lonely, it is the season of forgetting troubles, it is sublime, it is the season of placing worries, it is romantic, it is fruitful, it is bleak, and there is always a trace of melancholy and sadness in my heart ... 3. Autumn is a season of nostalgia, and many stories and people are inadvertently linked, whispering about each other's thoughts, which seems to always be the case. The romantic past is unbearable, and the years of hard work are vivid.
Autumn is coming, and the weather is getting cold. I stood under that tree, watching the fallen leaves. My heart has always been your shadow. We were happy, and we were sad. Now, I don't know how many spring, summer, autumn and winter have passed and I miss you more and more. Autumn wind is coming, with a biting chill, yellow leaves rustle in the cold wind, and the four seasons are particularly distinct at this time, just like an uncontrollable emotion, finally finding a breakthrough and never stopping.
6. Qiu, I left long ago. When the first snow comes, life in autumn is over, because it has never been so short.
She left, taking nothing with her, leaving nothing behind. 7. That voice, that song, that melodious song, and the silence of the night, the sound of pines came faintly. Is it loneliness, depression, sadness, worry or nostalgia?
I can't talk about it I let some cold wind pass over my cheeks, palms and body. What can you comfort? 8. The leaves in early autumn are only slightly yellow, but they have already begun to indicate that they are going to fall, which also indicates that the story is somewhat sentimental. The sound of trees in autumn, the sound of trees, and the cool mountains and mountains are all buried with a little sadness, a little sadness, a little tranquility and a little fantasy.
9. When the leaves are alone: it leaves not only the twigs, but also the summer heat, which is a passion; Giving up life is a passion. Very lonely ... nothing to snuggle up to, nothing to hide ... a heart floating in the wind, and finally silently extinct.
10. Is autumn really synonymous with sadness? I have never believed it, because autumn has never been sad in my heart, but it is a little cold, so I have always been attached to autumn, its beautiful butterfly rain, its delicate autumn rain and its little loneliness. 1 1. Autumn leaves fall with the wind and sweep the ground, leaving nothing but dust, but taking nothing away.
With your last strength, dance out the glory of life and sing the swan song of life. Only a few sparse leaves are left hanging on the bare branches.
12. Autumn is always a blue sky, and it will suddenly turn its face and reveal a dangerous color. Tropical typhoons are accompanied by dense clouds and heavy rains, and floods are tyrannical. After a while, it was sunny and windy, and the autumn wind blew. Looking up at the sky, there will be a touch of sadness in my heart.
Autumn is like this, using autumn wind to draw out inner sadness. 13. In autumn, people are also blown by the autumn wind, and they are infected with a sad mood.
No one laughs like summer, but let the autumn wind touch their cheeks again and again. 14. Why is autumn sad? It's because the tree hurts the leaves all over the tree.
Otherwise, autumn will not be sad, because the fall of leaves shows the sadness of trees. My heart is also the heart of leaves. I have been very sad this autumn, but I will become strong because I long for happiness ... 15. Autumn is also lonely and lonely. Autumn leaves are lonely, autumn winds are lonely, and autumn rains bring us desolation.
Just like a person's state of mind, chasing dreams is always accompanied by loneliness, not leaves. 16. I like the feeling of autumn leaves falling. Autumn wind blows, and leaves, large and small, float leisurely in the sky, just like now I don't know where I will fall, so I float with the wind with the years.
17. In the golden evening, I am alone. Float down and bend over to pick it up; Everything is so quiet and happening. Like a certain mood, a wisp of unprovoked sadness rises from my heart, and a beautiful picture is touching; That desolation, that loneliness, what a' worry' word.
The "heart" of "autumn"-sadness, lingering in my heart ... autumn is so strong. 18. The swaying crowd drifted silently, and the shoes knocked out a thin sound, ethereal and light. Maybe it's more intimate to talk about a love affair with the earth. At any moment, it is listening to the answer in your heart.
19. An autumn rain started autumn. With the autumn rain, the weather has also changed. It's cold, but it wakes people up, like a sedative, and calms the restless heart.
For me, this season does not belong to warmth or laughter, but to loneliness and indifference. 20. The long path spreads among the silent leaves, and the autumn wind gently falls among the slightly reddish treetops of maple leaves. It has different trajectories, but it has the same fate. The strings of life are all played by yourself. Every note has to be played for a lifetime, and suddenly I look back, but I don't see my footprints. Whispering and touching the wind, the wandering figure is in the distance ... 26150000.000000000005
Can't sleep at night. There will be many pictures in my mind, once you, once me, once us.
Happiness or sadness, sadness or pain. In fact, memory has become my habit. I am used to enjoying loneliness at night and being sad alone at night.
I don't want to get used to it, but I can't change it. Reach out and pick up a drop of autumn rain. Suddenly, a slight coolness rippled in my palm. Look at that drop of autumn rain, like dew hanging on the grass in the morning, crystal clear.
When the autumn rain gently brushed my face, I felt so gentle and desolate. Quietly tasting a drop of autumn rain, you can slowly feel the bitterness of autumn rain and realize that you belong to that kind of sadness.
23. Autumn has generously presented the sadness I dare not release to the autumn wind, dancing in this sentimental season and in this tearful season. 24. When the autumn wind blows through the maple forest slightly, the rustling makes the whole quiet maple forest burst into noise. The autumn wind blew slightly beside the maple leaves, and the flaming maple leaves fell and danced one last dance in mid-air.
4. Poetry sitting on the high-speed rail and not looking at the scenery outside the window.
The appearance of flowers and the soul of the moon and the stars disappeared last night. The old story is a little tidbit, and the tall building is lonely and white.
Guitar strings are cold, but classmates are warm. I can laugh at the floating wine in the cup, and Pale Red is proud of the giants.
Western jackdaw in the west has fallen asleep,
The moon is high above the clouds,
Reflected in the depths of the forest,
Tonight's night is beautiful!
The north wind is sighing,
Blowing on my forehead,
The stream is still flowing,
Friend, where are you? ……
I sighed softly and looked helplessly out of the window-as always, if there are silky clouds floating in the blue sky like jade, it makes me feel deeply sad.
5. Sad poems describing rainy days
The weather outside the window is like your changeable expression.
It's raining, and the rain cries with me. I can't see clearly, and I don't want to see clearly.
Leaving you, I quietly pulled away from the plot I could not bear to reveal.
My tears flowed in my heart, and I learned to give up.
Listening to the rain is very clear.
Your breath seeps into my love like raindrops.
I hope it will keep raining.
Let miss continue to make love transparent.
I fell in love with Rainie Love, and he gave me courage.
A few tears accumulated outside the window.
The humidity in the room is like storing the memory of loving you.
I hope it will keep raining.
The secret of love can last forever.
I believe I will see the beauty of the rainbow.
The cold air is so careful that I can't breathe.
The distance of 10 thousand raindrops is complete, and the tears disappear without interest.
Leaving you, I quietly pulled away from the plot I could not bear to reveal.
My tears flowed in my heart, and I learned to give up.
Listening to the rain is very clear.
Your breath seeps into my love like raindrops.
I hope it will keep raining.
Let miss continue to make love transparent.
I fell in love with Rainie Love, and he gave me courage.
A few tears accumulated outside the window.
The humidity in the room is like storing the memory of loving you.
I hope it will keep raining.
The secret of love can last forever.
I believe I will see the beauty of the rainbow.
The humidity in the room is like storing the memory of loving you.
I hope it will keep raining.
The secret of love can last forever.
I believe I will see the beauty of the rainbow.
I didn't know that when I died, it was so bleak to stare at the sky, and the plaintive cry of snowbirds swept away obliquely. I saw your face floating in the light blue sky, and the heavy rain wet your hair, so I smiled, because I saw you and was as happy as a child.
6. The scenery outside the window is determined by the mood.
Spring seems far away. On the one hand, there is a large area of green space under construction. I want to write a few words, but I can't find the right words.
Maybe I will write a more appropriate essay and feel it in my writing. On the side of the avenue in our community, when the peach blossoms in the yard reopened in early March, they were really beautiful, as if the petals containing dew were shining.
It's a bit like yesterday's yellow flowers. You can see them without going out. Suddenly, I found that those tall trees suddenly grew leaves. The legend about warm winter was once confirmed on peach trees. It must be another fine day today.
Besides going to the park, I also sneaked into the night with the wind, and it rained all the time when I got home at night. Anyway. The red of peach blossoms is more delicate and beautiful, and it also shines. The poems reviewed last night came to my mind, and many times the birds and flowers in spring are more like legends.
Busy with work, go out early and come back late. For many years, it actually blooms at the same time as the bud of grass, and it is with these artistic conceptions related to spring and spring rain that I fall asleep, when spring occurs.
Every spring season, in the heavily polluted city of Taiyuan. Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of those flowers whose branches have been damaged. In the sun, the singing of birds made me mistakenly think that it was the dripping of rain, and it was like the autumn wind sweeping the floor and turning a blind eye. A few days ago.
The scenery outside the window rained all day, but the peach blossoms didn't bloom at the same time, at least it was a luxury. After all, there are not many times when you can feel the breath of spring at the bedside. Although it is a little cold, the birds that have been baptized by the spring rain are also excited by this scenery, singing loudly and catching the silent sound of moistening things.
I think it will be more beautiful in a few years. It's a quatrain, and the place is not big.
Suddenly, "I wake up easily in this spring morning" often has no leisure to enjoy the scenery and flowers. But the next few cold snap, traces of rain, a handful.
However, the feeling seems to have become dull. This spring, the community was built almost ten years ago. It should be a drop of water, moistening things silently. After all, "spring scenery is worth a thousand dollars."
In fact, the first to announce spring is some grass, "good rain knows the season." Although there is no mansion in the community where I live, the rain nourishes me and actually interests me.
The most interesting thing is that all the plants in the yard are the same. On the one hand, Fenhe Park, which is planned to extend to the south, is filled with an indescribable fragrance. It is beautiful in the morning.
Want to come. Listen carefully for a long time.
I think I must want to become a shrub in my dream tonight. I know, it's sunny.
At this time, not long after the green shoots came out, some microclimates appeared. Push open the window, especially fresh, only to find that a touch of sunshine has been sprinkled on the window. The branches of peach trees began to sprout this morning.
Looking out the window, it is a rare green community in the city.