The passages describing the scenery in the famous works, and the passages describing the scenery in

The passages describing the scenery in the famous works are summarized below.

Sidewalk. The snow and dust were mixed and trampled into solid lumps, and the road was lined with heavy snow. As the temperature rises, the snowdrifts gradually turn gray and soften, and the surface dissolves into small furrows.

The streets were damp and muddy, with snow dripping down from the gray triangular roofs. But the sky overhead was blue, without a shadow of clouds, and the air seemed to have millions of glowing atoms, glittering and dancing like crystals.

Thomas Mann: The Buddenbrocks

How quiet, how alive 1 ......A few steps away, an invisible spring flowed intermittently, like the beating of a vessel: faint at once, violent at once. The sky was dark and dreary in the distance.

Bare and black trees grew on the purple ground, and a layer of water vapor floated on them. The sun at the end of winter, the yellowish young sun, fell asleep. The birds flew through the air like bright arrows.

The lovely bells of the countryside echo in the distance, and village after village ......

French) Romain Rolland; "John Christopher".

Friday was a sunny day. It is one of the pioneers of the lovely spring, and in the cold winter it shows that there is still warm weather and beautiful scenery on the earth. The blue sky hung high with a golden sun, sprinkled with crystalline, gentle light.

From the chirping of the sparrows, it was clear that it was a calm and happy day outside. Carrie pulled up the front window, and a southerly wind blew in her face.

Dreiser: "Sister Carrie."

Winter is almost over again. The wind blows, and it is still very cold, but sometimes at dusk, suddenly a warm spring breeze blows slightly from the south, and there is no such cold and spicy weather in the sky. After a long silence, the flute was played again, and the sound of music could be heard in the village again.

The boatmen stopped their oars and let the boat float down the water, singing praises to the dark sky.

The song is now such a season.

India] Rabindranath Tagore.

Steps by the river").

1. Soon after the sun set, the western sky was still burning with an orange-red sunset. The sea, also dyed red by the glow, is even more spectacular than the sky. Because it is active, whenever the rows of waves surge, the glow reflected on the crest of the waves is red and bright, like a piece of burning flame, flickering and disappearing.

And the row in the back, flickering, rolling, and pouring over.

2. The soil of the forest is mixed with the smell of freshness, and the blades of grass slowly probe, at the roots of the trees, in the bushes, and at your feet, quietly spreading the unknown light green. Like a touch of gouache.

3. Spring comes so quickly, quietly, unconsciously, the grass is green, the branches are sprouting, the wildflowers and rape flowers everywhere are brilliant and colorful, all bathed in the dawn of spring morning, swaying and swaying in the spring breeze, like the girl's light song and dance, Chu Chu is moving.

1.The waves lapped at his feet on the scattered piles of stones, and the dry sea breeze from distant Turkey whipped his face. The shores of the harbor are irregularly bowed, and a steel-reinforced concrete breakwater keeps the waves at bay.

The winding mountains stretch to the waterfront and break abruptly. On the outskirts of the city, white huts line the peaks and stretch far away.

2.What is seen, what is not seen, the summer breeze blows gently, disappears without a trace in an instant, what is remembered, forgotten. Only the shadows of the faint trees swayed slightly.

What is not seen is the same as not existing? Maybe it's just covered by thick clouds, maybe it just happens that the wind and sand fly into your eyes, I can't see you, but I still feel warm. "How Steel is Made".

Remember, is it never going to go away? I guard the dreams that are as fragile as foam, and the joy has just begun, and the ball of sorrow has already lurked. What is invisible, what is seen, the summer breeze blows gently, and the grass and trees flutter and fly.

Forgotten, remembered. The forgotten clouds gradually dispersed, and a soft moonlight sprinkled in front of the window. "Hope".

3.When the night came, a powerful, fresh, motherly thoughtfulness such as the bosom, and the silence caressed like a warm, hairy hand, brushing away everything that should be forgotten in memory,—— and all the erosive dust that the day had stained. "Childhood".

4.The grassland is a magical land in my heart, she has a simple and unpretentious innocence, a tolerant and generous boldness, a quiet and far-reaching depth, it has the same physique as the sea, but there is more peace that the sea does not have, and the grassland connected to the sky, although there is no beautiful shadow of the southern landscape, there is no majestic momentum of the river and sea; However, on the grassland, there are soaring and fighting against the blue goshawks, and there are boundless waves of grass rolling and giving birth to a scorching heat like fire. Therefore, the beautiful scenery on the grassland will definitely condense in our eyes, the melodious singing will definitely pull our feelings, and the galloping hooves of the horses will definitely knock on our closed doors.

5.There is no magnificence like a sunset, no drifting clouds, but there can be crystal-like purity and transparency.

It is not as majestic as a mountain, not as gentle as a lake, but it can be as firm and steady as a rock.

There is no vastness like the sea, no cascading waterfalls, but there can be earthy simplicity and easy-going.

Appreciating the snow in the Dream of Red Mansions, Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond".

1.The orchards in autumn are even more fruitful, and it is a good sight. The bright red apples hang like red lanterns on the branches.

The yellow oranges are like golden balls. The jujubes in the orchard are like red agate inlaid on the branches. There are also clusters of sparkling and round grapes, hawthorn and lychee with full flesh, bananas like crescents, and pear ...... that look like gourds

2.I love autumn and the autumn woods. Standing in the woods, the autumn girl sent a burst of autumn, as if sending her a piece of affection.

In the middle of the forest, I felt that I had suddenly become very small, and in front of me was a behemoth, sometimes silent, sometimes terrifying and angry. The sound of the trees mixed together was terrifying.

3.Autumn is coming, and the sky is bluer, purer, and clearer. The sun was so bright, brighter and softer.

The clouds are so flawless, giving people a delicate and clear feeling, and seeing this clear autumn makes the mood feel more relaxed. The autumn breeze has become cooler, giving me a cheerful and comfortable feeling.

1What separates the people from me is the fog of the sky. Ren is a high-rise building, like a vehicle on the water, a crowded pedestrian; Everything was gone, and even the arm that swayed out when he walked disappeared into confusion.

--Jin Yi "Fog".

2.Outside the house, the morning fog, which was so thick that there was no human figure on the other side, had now subsided and faded. In the slowly gaining sunshine, the white mist dots churned and drifted away, as if there was a rustling sound.

Fences, mounds, and walls all show a vague image in the fog.

--Wang Xiyan, "Spring Back to the Floor Heating".

3.The silvery moonlight shone on the ground, and everywhere there was the mournful cry of crickets. The scent of the night fills the air, weaving a soft net that envelops all the scenery.

All the eyes come into contact with is something covered with this soft net, and no grass or tree is as realistic as it is in the daytime, but they all have vague and illusory colors, each of which hides its subtleties and keeps its secrets, giving people a dreamlike feeling. (Ba Jin, "Home").