Just ask for 10 fragments describing the scenery in about 50 words

In a hurry to scribble.

So, you may see a lot of repetitive things ......

It's not well written (except for Yasunari Kawabata's one).

will be used for it. Some words are changed by yourself.

Describe the scenery: in the early autumn, the people left are pieces of sentimentality, the branches and leaves fall with the wind, fluttering, a gust of wind chimes turned up the edge of the steps, wandering with two chirps of birds, mixed with three points of faint coolness.

Through the rising sun, it seems that every yellow leaf is stained, rippling with that brilliance. Faintly, gently, the sparse corner faintly passed through the light and shadow, reflecting the corners of the courtyard behind him.

In the snow of January, there is always a kind of indifference and silence under the snow in the courtyard, but it is not so clear, clear, and faintly pulls people's hearts. Approach, the snowy region, and seek true understanding. Plain and evocative, reflecting the faint and gradually brightening artistic conception.

In February, the river melted the thin snow on the stone steps, and the lake was flooded with distant piano music, and three or two ducks were already swimming on the surface of the lake, happily accompanying the melodious rhythm of the strings, dyeing and erasing the picture of this early spring.

The flowers of March, quietly, blown by the wind, are already reflected in one piece. How quiet it is in the distance, when you get closer and look for it, you can only wander with the bits and pieces of the fragrance of flowers; Butterflies love flowers, and they are also looking for them among these flowers.

The willows in April are moving, and the soft sun is sprinkled with clear light. Floating freely, waving a gentle flocculent, floating shallowly with the waves on the shore of the lake, and also watching the sunset with a slight slope on the tip, watching the spring flood.

The May wind, the wind blows through the fields and through the mountains and forests, with a burst of freshness and a long burst. Blowing up the shadows hanging from the branches, stroking up the fallen flowers under the trees, the wind blows, to the distance.

The rain in June has smeared layers of thin veil on the mountains in the distance, and gazing at it, it is a blur. Leaning on the thatched pavilion of the path, the rain falls rippling, listening to the sound of the rain, a free pleasure, splashing a little rain from time to time, mixed with the smell of dirt and dust.

In the sky (sky) of July, there are often one or two faint clouds, sitting in a corner under the tree, listening to the music of the insects, looking up at the sky. Quietly there is the clear and clean autumn season, the geese and swallows cross, vaguely leaving a trace of the remnants, the memories of July, longing.

I can't write anymore, copy a small paragraph to you.

As autumn cools, insects die every day on the mat in his house. Hard-winged insects can't fly again as soon as they turn over. Bees can also climb and stumble, and then fall down before they can't get up.

Died of natural causes due to the change of seasons, and at first glance it looks like a quiet death. But when I looked closer, I saw that they twitched their legs, feet and touch, and struggled desperately in pain.

Japan] Yasunari Kawabata, "Snow Country".

The small garden of the campus is planted with affectionate willows, as well as dignified fake coconut trees, and the grass is full of colorful flowers. When the wind blows, the willow tree is like a slim little girl gently combing its beautiful long hair by the warm wind. The coconut tree next to it is like a soldier guarding the beautiful willow all the time.

This. : I don't want to say anything when I. You will have it.

1. Not because they are not: A person is an emotional.

Evergrande Washington will be divided into a press conference and a diary.

In front of the village, there is a vast field, a straight road, leading to the bank of the Nandu River, and the famous Dingcheng of the Ming Dynasty is the Haiding Bridge after walking; Behind the village, there is a leafy mountain range, with water in front and mountains behind, forming a beautiful home. Here, she does not have the "boom" piling sound on the construction site, the roar of the car "horn", and the noisy sound of the crowd; In addition to the lively reading of books in the village library and the cries of chickens, geese and ducks, there are faint sounds of "squeaking" birds on the trees on both sides of the road, and the sound of fish jumping in the fish ponds on both sides of the village, everything is so quiet.