The shorter the sentence, the more urgent

The scenery is infinite, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the blue sky and clear water.

Each one is a sentence, is it short enough?

A cool breeze blew through, blowing the smell of mud.

The decaying leaves of the trees are falling little by little. Return to the dust, contain the soil.

The sunset is infinitely better.

It's just near dusk.

The delicate flowers on the ridge, how can she compete with her beautiful face? How can the clear stream in the mountains compare to her pure heart?

1) The afternoon sun is so strong that even the water in the rice fields is steaming and making a small sound. The leaves of the seedlings can afford to roll up, lose the luster of tender green, and there is no wind, people walk on the ridges of the fields with seedlings on both sides, it is so hot that they are sweating, and the air is not easy to penetrate, so no one wants to come out.

2) The waves are a wonder on the sea, but she is more like a dancer, she can make people leave their worries behind and enjoy them.

3) The sun shines on the shimmering lake, like a layer of glittering silver on the surface of the water, and like crumpled green satin.

4) The scenery in the snow is magnificent, the sky and the earth are so one color that you can only see a patch of silver, as if the whole world was decorated with silver.

The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue.

The stars twinkle in the night sky like a pair of bright eyes.

The blue sky and white clouds, the green grass is green, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the sheep are singing.

There are a lot of them, and I like them more.

Withered vines, old trees, faint crows. Small bridges and flowing water. Ancient road west wind thin horse. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise.

Luoxia and lonely birds fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.

Weicheng is light and dusty towards Yuyi, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Supplementary questions. I thought of a few more words I liked and added them. In addition, I personally prefer poems with a tranquil and peaceful picture conception. Keep up the good work, I'll raise the bounty points.

1。The rippling pan water chestnut is clear and reflects the reeds.

2。The rain is sassy and pine, and the gurgling stones are in the middle.

3。The lotus wind sends the fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops are clear.

4。The light clouds are light and the river is Han, and the raindrops are sparse. ”

5。The afterglow is scattered into Qi, and Chengjiang is as clean as practice.

6。The moss marks are green, and the grass is green.

7。The clouds have no intention of going out, and the birds are tired of flying and know how to return.

8。Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, deep in the white clouds there are people.

There is a creek in my hometown.

Follow the gravel road, go up to the small bridge, and come to the stream. The fish in the river swim and swim, like fairies playing in the water. There are countless weeping willows on both banks.

Under the willow trees there was a green meadow full of many small colorful flowers, red, yellow, pink, and purple.

It is the season when the lotus flowers are ripe, the lotus flowers are in full bloom, the lotus fields in the fields are shining with golden light, and the clusters of lotus flowers are blooming with water droplets, some are budding and spit buds, and some are like a shy girl who seems to be blooming. The plump lotus canopies are crowded with lotus fields, waiting for the pretty Hakka lotus pickers to pick them.

The lotus leaf, big like a grinding plate, some stretch like an umbrella, the water droplets on the lotus leaf, some like the tears of a lover, some scattered into small beads, rolling around on the lotus leaf, flashing with colorful brilliance, looking at it from afar, against the background of the surrounding green mountains, under the red sunset, the clusters of lotus flowers, like a cluster of red clouds, layers of Danxia, you see the endless lotus field, such as rouge and dye, people like entering the fairyland.

The snow melts, the plants sprout, and all kinds of flowers bloom one after another.

3. The mountains are like horses, and the woods are neat horsehairs.

4. Wonderful sunset, red like fire, bright like yang, beautiful like a painting Words A thousand mountains and a blue Ten thousand mountains in the middle of ten thousand mountains Ten thousand mountains stand tall Ten thousand trees are verdant Peaks and loops turn peaks and peaks and peaks are undulating Peaks and ravines compete for show Outside the mountains Mountains are like axes Peaks into the clouds Strange peaks and strange rocks and lonely peaks protrude Rise from the ground Rise from the ground Towering to the sky Rolling up and unclimbable Mountains are full of mountains and mountains High mountains and mountains are lofty mountains.

The moonlight poured silently on the leaves and flowers like flowing water. A thin blue mist floated in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in cow's milk; It's like a dream wrapped in a light veil.

Although it was a full moon, there was a faint layer of clouds in the sky, so it could not shine brightly; But I thought it was just right – a good night's sleep is essential, and a nap is a good thing.

Oh, the rows of tall poplar trees rustle in the rolling of the sand, and the graceful willows whisper in the sand waves. Red roses and fragrant wild white thorn flowers compete in the forest. Larks and emerald winged finches compete in the air and on the branches, and bees and butterflies flutter to and fro among the flowers.

The night breeze blows lightly, the air wafts with the fragrance of the sea and the fields and grass, and the soft sand still lingers on the residual temperature of the day's sun. Those who have worked all day in various jobs come to this soft beach in twos and threes, bathing in the cool sea breeze, looking at the night sky full of stars, laughing and resting to their heart's content. Pleasant laughter, from time to time, fluttered from here and there, like waves rising from here and there on a calm sea.

The wind is coming. First, a fluttering breeze swept across the beach to the northwest, gently turning up the clothes of the night walkers, and teasing the dead leaves on the road. There was a slight thud in the wilderness.

Liu Shengjie and Sun Ningduo kissed.

Well, there's no book, poor kid.