Fragments of environmental depictions, fragments of environmental descriptions

The fragment of the environmental depiction is as follows:

1. Autumn nights are as cool as water. Just cover it with a blanket in the city, and take the quilt out of the cupboard in the country. The quilt gave off an old, slightly musty smell of time.

It feels wonderful to wrap yourself in this nostalgic warm quilt and listen quietly to the whispering of crickets under the window.

2. Walking along the passages on both sides, the left and right sides are loaded with acacia cycads, as well as pipa and other trees, which makes the business full of business and makes people feel refreshed. At the end of the passage, there is a bamboo forest, where the breeze rises and the bamboo leaves rustle, as if to greet everyone who passes by it.

3. There is a pavilion on the edge of the meadow, and the yellow cypress tree next to it has begun to shed its leaves, and the withered yellow leaves fall from the trees with the autumn wind like a dancing yellow butterfly, falling in the grass, as if to shelter the grass from the wind and rain. Next to the yellow cypress tree, there is a small-leaved banyan tree, still so green, as if it is not afraid of the cold at all.

4. The snow stopped, and the inky black sky seemed to be adorned with a few full pearls, sometimes flashing with a soft brilliance, hazy, carrying many good memories and yearning in the world. They are so hungry that they are like diamonds, like ......By the way, it looks like fireflies, dotted with stars, flashing with a blurry light, and it seems to reflect the white clouds.

5. The crops in the field are growing more happily, the rice is stretching out and bending over, the flowers are blooming with beautiful smiles, the loofah is dancing with the rain, swaying left and right, and the sugarcane is stretching its lazy waist ......All the creatures of the earth seemed to come to life and move.

Soon after the sun set, the western sky was still burning with an orange-red sunset.

The sea, also dyed red by the glow of the sun, is even more spectacular than the view of 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 and rolling with a drain, poured over.

The glow of the sky faded, and the crimson color turned crimson, and crimson turned light red.

Finally, when all this red light was gone, the sky, which suddenly seemed high and far away, took on a solemn look.

The first morning star shimmered in the dark blue sky.

It was so big, so bright, that it was the only one in the entire desert canopy that radiated a dazzling light, like a lamp hanging high in the sky.