Can anyone help me find some good words and sentences, preferably one or two hundred words a paragra

Good words to describe water:

The breeze is coming, the water is not rising, the water is sparkling, the wind is calm, the blue waves are rippling, the water is full of fun, the waves are sparkling, the water is clear, the smoke is long, the blue waves are vast, the glass is thousands of acres, the streams are murmuring, the wind is surging, the white waves are surging, the waves are surging, the wind is raging, the black wind is huge, the waves are tumbling, the waves are turbulent, the rapids are splashing, the level is like a mirror, the waves are sparkling, the waves are flashing, the waves are rippling, the waves are surging, the waves are roaring, the waves are stormy.

A good sentence to describe water:

The bright moon of the fishing fire reflects the Ussuri River as a golden wave.

Rolling, as if there were thousands of silver snakes swimming.

The rainbow reflects the clear blue sky, and the cool breeze blows, the beautiful Jialing River.

On both sides of the strait, the scenery is even more moving.

The Jialing River is like a dark green satin, shaking in the moonlight.

The Li River in front of you, like a black ribbon, emits a faint light.

The surging Jinsha River.

Like a swinging fly.

of the Golden Dragon. Sleeping Songhua River.

Still dreaming sweetly, the snoring sound was as loud as thunder.

The breeze is blowing, the Yalu River.

The waves on the face are full of waves, making a rhythmic sound, like a piece of music, melodious.

Like a mother, the Minjiang River nurtures this vibrant land, watering the crops and feeding the people.

The river is surging and rushing, like an arrow off the string, like a horse off the leash, like a tiger out of the mountain.

The river breaks through the mountains and breaks the wall, and the momentum rushes down; The rushing and roaring river water is like a waterfall hanging in the air, slamming for thousands of miles.

The river was boiling over, with bubbles everywhere and waves everywhere.

A trickle of water, converging in the surging river; The river is like silk fluttering slightly.

Looking far away, the river gorge is like the sky and the Milky Way rushing eastward.

On the vast surface of the river, the smoke ripples with the shadow of the mountain-shaped tower.

Rolling the Yellow River, breaking through the icebergs, cutting through the snowy fields, difficult and twists and turns, and moving forward for thousands of miles.

The ancient Yellow River twists and turns, and the rich Hetao is nestled in the broad and warm embrace of the mother Yellow River, which has given birth to a splendid Hetao culture and nurtured generations of simple and industrious Hetao people.

The water of the Yellow River is like a herd of horses galloping in a narrow canyon, crammed into the middle of the river beach, which is only fifty or sixty meters wide.

Clear, dense, unpredictable, ups and downs, willing to live in the future, adaptable, indisputable, have their own expertise, save money, make something out of nothing

Immediate results, chaotic, light and not tired, neat, for no reason, quoting scriptures, selling good and flattering, nothing to say, changing the evil and returning to the right, treating each other differently, once-in-a-lifetime, different, silent, understated, hard-working, cautious, coming and going, self-deprecation, boring

In July, the blue sky was like a fireball.

Du sun, the clouds seem to have been burned by the sun, too.

The DAO disappeared without a trace.

Spring is gone with the falling flowers, and the green leaves in summer are jumping in the warm wind.

The early summer sun shines through the dense layers of foliage, and the ground is covered with sparkling spots the size of copper coins.

The wind blows with a slight warmth, and from time to time it brings the cuckoo call, which tells us: "Spring has returned." ”

Grass, reeds, and red, white, and purple wildflowers were basked by the fiery sun hanging high in the sky, and the air was filled with sweetness.

Drunken breath. In early summer, wildflowers of all colors bloom, red, purple, pink, and yellow, like brilliant spots embroidered on a large green carpet;

Swarms of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around diligently.

In the middle of summer, the weather is so hot that even dragonflies dare to fly close to the shade of trees, as if they are afraid that the sun will hurt their wings.

There was not a single cloud in the sky, not a single wind, a blazing sun overhead, and all the trees stood listlessly and lazily.