I want to describe the beautiful passage of the scene, the beautiful passage of the scene

The beautiful passage about the scene next to the trouser is as follows:

1.The view of dusk moves behind the mirror.

In other words, the virtual image reflected in the mirror and the real object behind the mirror are shaking like overlapping shadows in a movie.

There is no connection between the characters and the background. And the figure is a transparent illusion, <>

The scenery is a hazy undercurrent in the night haze, and the two dissolve together, depicting a world that is symbolic of transcendence.

Especially when the lights in the mountains and fields are reflected on the girl's face, the indescribable beauty makes Shimamura's heart almost tremble.

Yasunari Kawabata's "Snow Country".

2.As long as you spend a long time on the park bench, you will find that the scenery is actually consciously visible.

The rippling pond and Junako, the mossy stone wall, the trees, the flowers, and the trail clouds are all in full view, and <>

In fact, it is equivalent to turning a blind eye, and only when you are aware of one of these things, such as the waterfowl swimming on the surface of the pool, will the waterfowl be separated from everything around them and appear in the spring-like posture of the waterfowl.

Shuichi Yoshida, "Life in the Park".

3.The south wind, which carries the breath of spring, blows his hair;

The swallows of spring roamed back and forth, and the air was filled with the sound of their murmurs;

The newborn green grass is smiling and smiling limply on the ground, like a little yellow flower with a dandelion with its head down;

The soft strip of the willow was very bitter and swaying, obviously because it saw that the peach tree around it only had small shoots, and felt too lonely.

Mao dun.

Beautiful passages describing the scenery:

1. The sunlight was filtered by the layers of leaves, and it leaked into him into a faint round and gently swaying halo.

2. The area around the sun is the reddest, so charmingly red. The red spread in all directions, spreading half of the sky, gradually fading from one layer to the next, until it became grayish-white.

3. The autumn wind is rising, the harvest season has come, the autumn is strong, and the yellow fallen leaves are fluttering. In the early morning, the dawn of autumn has come, the sun shines on the earth, and the cool wind makes us throw all our troubles out of the clouds. Cool wind, clear water, high mountains, blue sky, faint smoke, dense forests, withered yellow leaves.

4. Rain, like silver-gray sticky wet spider silk, weaves a soft web and nets the whole autumn world. The sky was also dark and dreary, like the web-covered roofs of old dwellings. The gray-white clouds that were piled up in the sky were like peeling off the roof.

Under the shroud of this old roof, everything is unusually dull.

5. It is overcast and drizzled like silk. In the twilight of spring, the eyes are full of greenery, and the green in the fog is thick, as if it can pinch out the water. On the bank of the Yellow River, the cool breeze was blowing, and the clothes were fluttering, but they could not shake the excitement and enthusiasm of the dozens of travelers in the group, and along the green path leading to the dam head, a string of laughter was thrown behind.

6. Winter is so quiet. The cold makes the jumping and screaming rivers lose the sound of their babbling water, silence the rushing rivers, calm the boundless sea, and let them rest.

7. The leaves of the big tree seem to be scalded by the sun, and the head of the small tree is also listlessly drooping. Even the rice paddies were cracked by the sun, and even the stone pavement in front of my house was so hot that if I poured some water on it, it would immediately turn into water vapor and disappear.

8. Under the pine forest, there are not only pine needles, but also pine mushrooms. It was supposed to be summer, and after a rain, we children were eager to try, and the grass and trees in the mountains were still dripping with the sound of rain, and we set off in a hurry to step on the mud. The piles of mushrooms, with the rain, broke through the soft soil of pine needles suppressed overhead, emerged from the ground, breathed the clean air after the rain, and greeted their partners with their unique mushroom aroma.

9. In the spring pastoral, the humid air is rippling with the attractive fragrance of grass; In the fields, the smell of earth wafts from time to time. As far as the eye can see, the eyes are full of tender green wheat seedlings, stretching to the distant horizon, and the glow leaves its attachment to the sky and the earth.

10. The Winter Girl stepped on the cold north wind, and with a wave of her hand, it snowed, and the school became a snow-covered fairy tale world again.