On the surface of the winding and twisting lotus pond, one could see fields of leaves. The leaves are high out of the water, like the skirts of a graceful dancer. Among the layers of leaves, white flowers are dotted here and there, some are blooming gracefully, and some are holding their petals shyly; just like individual bright pearls, like stars in the blue sky, and like flowers just emerging from the bath. beauty. The breeze passed by, bringing wisps of fragrance, like the faint singing from a tall building in the distance. At that time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, which immediately spread across the lotus pond. The leaves were densely packed side by side, and there seemed to be a ripple of solid blue. Under the leaves are veins of running water, which are covered and some colors cannot be seen; but the leaves are even more beautiful. <"Moonlight over the Lotus Pond" by Zhu Ziqing>

Peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees, if you don't let me, I won't let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow. There is sweetness in the flowers; when you close your eyes, the village seems to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears.

Thousands of bees were buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes were flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: various kinds, with names

and without names, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, and they are blinking. <"Spring" by Zhu Ziqing>

On the vast sea, strong winds gather dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, petrels are flying proudly like black lightning.

Sometimes its wings hit the waves, and sometimes it shoots straight towards the dark clouds like an arrow, and it shouts - in the brave cry of the bird, the dark clouds hear joy.

In this cry - full of desire for the storm! In this cry, Dark Cloud heard the power of anger, the flame of passion and the confidence of victory.

Seagulls moan before the storm comes - moaning, they fly across the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm into the depths of the sea.

Not long after the sun set, the western sky was still burning with an orange-red sunset glow. The sea was also dyed red by the glow, and it was even more spectacular than the sky. Because it is active, every time a row of waves rises, the glow reflected on the wave peaks is red and bright, just like pieces of burning flames, flickering and disappearing. And the row at the back was flashing, rolling, and rushing over.

The glow in the sky gradually faded, the deep red color turned into crimson, and the crimson color turned into light red. Finally, when all the red light disappeared, the sky, which suddenly seemed higher and farther away, took on a solemn look. The first morning star to appear flickered on the dark blue sky. It is so big and so bright, it is the only one in the vast sky that emits eye-catching brilliance, just like a beacon hanging high in the sky.

The smoky days in summer are also beautiful, although hunters don't like them. You can't shoot during these days, because the birds flutter from your feet and immediately disappear in the white stagnant smoke. But how silent it was all around, so silent that it was indescribable! Everything is awakened, yet everything is silent. You pass by a tree. It is motionless and enjoying itself. Through the mist that spreads evenly through the air, a long dark shadow appears in front of you. You think this is the nearby woods; when you walk over, the woods turn into a row of tall wormwood growing on the field boundary. Above you, all around you, there is fog. But at this time, the wind blew gently, and a piece of light blue sky appeared through the thin smoke-like fog. The golden sunlight suddenly invaded, shining into a long strip of light, falling on the fields, and penetrated into the fields. In the woods - and then everything was obscured again. The struggle continued for a long time; but the light finally won, and the last puffs of smoke warmed by the sun sometimes condensed, spread flatly, sometimes spiraled, and disappeared into the softly radiant blue sky. On this day It turned into a magnificent sunny day.