Write the beginning of the scene with a metaphor contrast

What kind of scenery you want is what kind of emotional tone you want to write.

The beginning of the scene is as follows:

1. In the spring breeze in March, the spring flowers are in full bloom. Under the sun, rape flowers are like the sea. Beautiful Hanzhong, golden sprinkled all over the ground. Wandering in the sea of flowers, visitors smile like flowers.

2. The hail in nature is so wonderful, the beautiful scenery will be intoxicating, and the life opportunity of the rock will be ......excitingThese will bring us the enjoyment of beauty and make us moved.

3. The spring rain of the first season has fallen, and the plain white pear blossoms have bloomed, as if blooming on my heartstrings.

4. As the saying goes: "There is heaven above, and there is Suzhou and Hangzhou below". Sure enough, Suzhou's wonderland is indeed like paradise.

5. The stormy Granny Xia left with brisk steps, and the diligent Qiao Jueqiu girl came to the world with light steps. As soon as she came, she kept busy, bringing the fruits of the harvest to the people, making the birds fly back to the south, and giving the land a new ......

6. On a crisp autumn day, our fourth-grade students went to Qingshui Lake under the leadership of the teacher.

The beginning of the scene is:

1. The sun is speechless, but the servant file radiates brilliance; The mountains are speechless, but they are majestic. The blue sky is speechless, but it is lofty.

The earth is silent, but it is extensive. The flowers are speechless, but they exude fragrance; Youth is speechless, but exudes vitality.

2. The south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, the wind is very soft, the air is very fresh, and the sun is very warm; The wheat sprouts in the fields are like a sea, the villages dotted with unsinkable boats, the wide and scattered winding rivers on both sides, the willow branches spit out the buds, the reeds.

When the side drilled out, it was blue.

3. I looked up at the sky and saw that the sky was like a sapphire washed with clean water.

The same. There are a few white clouds floating in the sky, some are like rabbits jumping around, some are like a fairy dressing up in the air, and some are like rolling mountains, with different shapes, looking good and messy.

4. In the park, the eye-catching maple leaves are like a burning flame in front of us, which makes people admire. The spectacle immediately captivated us, and I couldn't help but revel in the intoxicating beauty, sometimes like a brilliant morning glow on the horizon, sometimes falling on people's clothes.

5. In rainy weather, although people outside are hurrying home, they are not lonely. The sound of the raindrops doesn't feel regular, but if you listen carefully, the cheerful music is playing in your ears, which makes people feel refreshed.

A good start to the scene is as follows:

The night grew thicker and thicker, and the villages, the woods, the potholes, and the ditches all seemed to fall into a mysterious silence at once.

On summer nights, when there are many mosquitoes, they sit under the locust tree with a fan and look at the blue sky from the cracks in the dense leaves.

The grass and reeds and the red, white and purple wildflowers were steamed by the fiery sun hanging high in the sky, and the air was filled with sweet and drunken smell.

The night is quiet, alone and listening to the pendulum swinging indifferently, and the night and sleep envelop the earth, and everything is silent.

On a summer night, the sky is filled with sparkling stars, like a Milky Way paved with fine quicksand, reclining on the blue sky. The earth has fallen asleep.

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

Oh! Spring rain, it turns out that you followed the spring girl to the earth together, so that the earth is vibrant, exuding a fresh breath Your dexterous hands pull people's heartstrings and pull people's perfect expectations.

In the south, in August, the sun is blazing. At noon, the sun curls up the leaves. Knowing that the long voice kept talking, it added a layer of irritability to the sultry weather.

The sky was dyed blood-red by the setting sun, the peach-colored clouds were reflected in the flowing water, the entire surface of the river turned purple, and the sky seemed to be on fire.

When the earth has just woken up from the light of the morning, there is a clear laughter wafting in the solemn and cool orchard.

Everything in this mountain, which is not my brother or sister? I greeted them eagerly: you are so cool.

Mountain spring! You hold out a mirror in the loose mold, are you inviting me to re-dress? Hello, Flying Waterfall!

You are born with a golden voice, and what a majestic tenor. Hello, steep cliffs! The deep canyon sets off your tall body, and your high forehead seems to be engraved with wisdom.