? The thoughts that swans should have in their unintentional exile.
? The swan has snow-white feathers and looks particularly beautiful. They used their red paws to slide on the blue lake water and swim slowly on the lake. The lake is like a big mirror, reflecting their elegant figures. The swans are like a pair of dancers dancing a pas de deux, which makes me want to play a "Swan Dance" to accompany them. The swans swam for a while, maybe because they were tired, they walked ashore. On the shore, willows hang low, the breeze blows, and there are several exquisite and unique cabins on the trees, which are the homes of the swans.
? Those swans paddled the lake water forward with their pink feet, and there were circles of sparkling ripples on the lake. From a distance, they looked like white sailboats swinging in the water. Go, like the white clouds in the sky reflected on the water.
? The feathers of the white swan are as white as snow, and the feathers of the black swan are as black as satin. Their necks are soft and slender, which are representatives of purity and the embodiment of the artist's poetic beauty.
? On the lake, when the swan stretches out its broad wings and beats the water with its wings, it is like a flat boat with leaves and sails. On the wide lake, groups of white swans were wandering leisurely, like white catkins drifting in the wind.
? Sometimes the swan straightens its neck and raises its head, looking like a general; sometimes it bends its neck and lowers its head, looking as elegant as a fairy.
? Swans belong to the family Anatidae in the order Anseriformes and are the largest birds among swimming birds. At the foot of my country's majestic Tianshan Mountains, there is a quiet lake, Swan Lake. Every summer and autumn, thousands of swans roam here on the turquoise water, just like white clouds floating in the blue sky.
A pair of snow-white swans float on the water like two huge white lotuses.
? Two fairy-like swans landed gently in the middle of the lake in the dim dusk. They stretched their necks and looked at the afterglow of the setting sun, and then looked back at the rising moon in the east: We I have just completed my golden return journey with the setting sun, and now I am entering the silver dream mirror with the bright moon.
? A white swan stands in the center of the lake. It is peaceful and profound, always holding its beautiful neck high, looking into the distance, as if looking forward to something - taking the trouble to show off its beauty and nobility to tourists. It was a calm noon and the sun was shining brightly. The fish all swam to the shore in groups, enjoying the baptism of the warm sunshine, and stood there motionless.
? The swan blooms like a snow lotus and floats like a fairy. No matter in the swamp or in the quiet crystal lake, its posture is light and graceful, and its body is almost motionless.
? The more I know about swans, the more respect I have for them. It's more than just beauty. Meeting swans, I learned a lot about things beyond beauty.
Along the shore of the lake, I approached the swan. I saw the swan covered in snow-white feathers, with a black beak and a pair of eye-catching black eyes, making it look particularly beautiful and luxurious. . Some of them were craning their necks to watch, and some were preening their feathers on the platform. They are either resting quietly, foraging for food, or swimming in the lake.
The swan's white porcelain-smooth feathers have no trace of impurities, just like a thick ball of ink splashed on it, and it will all roll down without a single speck of it on it.