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The beautiful passages about the scenery are as follows:

1. The cool autumn has arrived, the autumn breeze is blowing, and the earth is wearing a yellow sweater. Withered yellow willow leaves and bright maple leaves fall like colorful butterflies fluttering in the sky. Although the weather was a little cold, Grandpa Pine still wore his turquoise robe, which looked even more verdant.

2. In the park, the chrysanthemums are blooming, colorful, competing for beauty, yellow like gold, pink like xia, red like blood, blue like the sky, white like snow, beautiful. The golden osmanthus blossoms, exuding a burst of fragrance, attract swarms of bees, and bring some vitality to the park.

3. When we entered the orchard, we saw all kinds of fruits in the orchard, which were colorful and colorful. Every tree is fruitful. Behold, the grapes are like pearls in the sun; The red dates are like small lanterns, falling and bending the branches; The apples of three or five bent the branches, and a breeze blew, and the branches kept shaking, and the apples on the branches danced with them.

4. The autumn rain is full of evil spirits, and when the heaven and earth are filled with melancholy rain, everything is silent, bearing its ruthless washing. The irritability of a summer is thoroughly cleaned up in a slow soaking, and the coolness becomes the mainstream with the escape of the heat.

5. Climb the mountain, look down, there is a piece of gold in front of you, if you look closely, you will see that the golden yellow is mixed with pieces of red and green. It was as red as an agate, and as green as an emerald. There is also a mirror-like pond at the bottom of the mountain, reflecting the beautiful scenery in front of you, which is particularly beautiful.

Walking into the woods, a fragrance of earth and the fragrance of flowers rush to the face, which is refreshing, and the big trees crisscross to form a three-dimensional fence. The tree pole is two or three meters low, ten meters high, weaving a green barrier, red and white flowers blooming on the branches, and a slight fragrance escapes in the breeze. In the early morning, the fawn drank water by the stream, and the willow trees beside the stream shook the willow branches in the breeze, like a beautiful girl dancing.

A small pond in the afternoon, where little frogs cool under lotus leaves. The stars in the sky winked at me playfully, and the little animals fell asleep.

On both sides of the creek are green, fluffy goose-feather meadows and colorful wildflowers interspersed with the meadows. From afar, a large area of rape flowers and mountain red are clustered, they are bright in color, red as fire, white as snow, yellow and gold, very beautiful. The breeze blows, and the flowers dance lightly with the breeze.

The fragrance of flowers and the fluttering of petals have provoked flocks of butterflies. At that time, it was really dazzling, and it was impossible to tell which was a flower and which was a butterfly.

In the depths of the tall mountains, from time to time there will be a spring that will be full of nostalgia for the affectionate confession, into a stream jumping down from the mountain rocks, forming a piece of delicate waterfalls, a leaping dragon, they to the mountain rock below affectionately embrace, behind them is a piece of flying mist, in the mountains outline a gorgeous arc. Seeing this beautiful and magnificent scenery, who is not inspired and applauded?

See! The mountains, the waters, the forest paths, not all of them are so beautiful. Looking up, the mountains are stacked on top of each other, and there are no bare branches, all green pine trees, without the slightest sense of winter.

The winding stone steps on the mountain loom like a long snake crawling through the forest. The sky is as blue as the sea, and a few fluttering clouds are sprinkled in the sky, like a wonderful picture.

The clouds in the sky are really myriad and changeable. Some of them are like feathers, floating gently in the air; Some are like fish scales, neatly arranged in pieces; Some are like flocks, coming and going; Some are like a big quilt, covering the sky tightly; Others are like mountains, like rivers, like lions, like galloping horses, ......Sometimes they adorn the sky beautifully, and sometimes they cover it gloomily. Just now it was still white clouds and the sun was shining; All of a sudden, there were dark clouds and heavy rain.

Clouds are like weather signs: whatever clouds hang in the sky, what kind of weather will appear. "Look at the clouds and know the weather".

Spring: When the spring in February and March, with a slight blow, such as a drizzle from the sky sprinkled for no reason, thousands of soft willows, Qi Shu their yellow and green eyes, red, white and yellow flowers, green grass, green leaves, all like rushing to the market like rushing to the market, forming a splendid spring, those little swallows, so clever and lovely little swallows, will also fly from the south, adding people to this wonderful spring scene in the picture, adding a lot of interest to the spring.

Summer: There are cliffs, cliffs, fountains, and meadows, but what is even more bizarre is the glacial lake. The lake is blue to the bottom, and the reflection of distant mountains floats on the surface of the lake. In the evening when the sun is shining, you set up a tent in the meadow by the lake, raise the yellow fire, look at the stars in the clear ice lake, and the snow-capped mountains dyed red by the yellow fire, and forget the scorching heat of midsummer, as if you are in a mythical world.

Autumn: Autumn comes with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning is as fresh as dewdrops. The sky glows softly, clear and ethereal, making one want to hear the song of a high-flying lark, just as looking at the blue sea and thinking of a white sail. The sunset is the wings of time, and when it flies away, there is a moment of extreme splendor.

Piles of dark gray clouds pressed low on the earth. It was late autumn, and the endless trees in the forest were bare, and the old tree stood gloomy, letting the brown moss hide the wrinkles on its body. The merciless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to stand there withered.

Winter: The warm sunlight shines on the surface of the lake, and the last autumn leaves in the mountains and forests still stand proudly on the branches, bright red and turquoise, which are not harmonized colors, forming a unique winter scene. Sometimes, when a gust of wind blows, the branches without leaves make a rustling sound, which also makes people feel a sense of depression and sadness. But when you look at the branches, the new shoots have already been bred, and these fluffy and inconspicuous shoots make you think of the spring to come, to the days when the flowers are full of vitality.