A beautiful sentence to praise the snow scene of the Tianshan Mountains, and a sentence to describe

The sentence that describes the artistic conception of the beautiful scenery of the snow-capped mountains is as follows:

Meili Snow Mountain, washed the soul. Looking up at the snow-capped mountains, some people folded their hands, some people opened their arms, and some people burst into tears. Meili Snow Mountain is such a mountain, when I see it, I burst into tears, I want to cry, I want to swear, I want to yell, I want to love.

People pray in their hearts that this beautiful moment will never end and become forever, and may nature and man be compatible.

It has become a paradise where man and god live together. It turned out that this was the Meili Snow Mountain that I was haunted by. Walking through the tranquil snow, you seem to breathe away from the depths of the ocean, and you feel like you're diving.

When you walk towards the empty snowy field, you suddenly find the scale of the world: your own steps. After getting out of the cable car at the end of the 4,500-meter ropeway, I set out on my journey to conquer the snow-capped mountains.

The mountains that are no longer alive are piercing the sky, the sky is blue and quiet, the sun is bright and dazzling, and the snow is even whiter and dazzling. It was getting darker and darker, and I was getting more and more excited because the snow was getting heavier and heavier. Small snowflakes swirled in the air, dancing a beautiful aerial ballet, fluttering on the ground of repentance.

The four seasons often think of Xuebu Nazheng, and the lonely village sees the snow-capped mountains. Hauni pen inkstone, twilight buckle Zen pass. The stone gap spring is falling, and the birds in the forest are ringing.

Looking for elegance at the peak, why not be afraid of difficulties. After a night of heavy snowfall, a thick layer of snow accumulated on the roofs of the city, and when you stand on the flat roofs of high-rise buildings, you can look out like rolling snow-capped mountains.

The jade piles are piled up, and the top of the mountain lies horizontally, like a vigorous jade flying dragon. Towering and wonderful, straight into the sky. It changes with the rain and sunshine, and the morning light reflects the mountain peaks.

Under the sunset, Tingting girl, Yuli Caixia. The peaks and clouds are around, and the pipa is half covered, and the delicate face is hazy. The snow melts into a stream, clear and trickling.

Steep cliffs and waterfalls, falling thousands of feet, surging and surging. Contemplation, misty and intoxicated, like a variety of red.

Snow. Tiangong Jianshui, the universe floating flowers, the product, there are four reputations: silent landing, quiet; Clothes are not stained, and they are clean; high and low average, even; The cave curtain is hidden, and it is bright.

It is advisable to grow pine and repair bamboo, and the old plum piece is bright and annihilated; strange stone level (líng) 嶒 (céng), deep forest slender; Hanjiang Yuanpu, broken bank bridge; Ancient temples are layered with mountains, sparse fences and secluded paths; Lao Suo phi phi fishing, Sao people cross the 蹇 (jiǎn) x search for poetry; Drink and talk, high-rise buildings roar; Qingsui ship's bow tea stove is smoking, and the seat is full of eyebrows; The old monks sit opposite each other, and the rhyme scholars comment; The phi crane (chǎng) is a longitudinal garden, a sable qiu, and a landscape climbing. In such a situation, why bother with thousands of feet?

Excerpt from "Plaintext Selection: Leisure Reward".

Tiangong moves the scissors, the universe instantly flies everywhere, and it has four kinds of beauty: quietly landing, silent, and quiet; Lightly stained clothes, fine and clean; high and low average, no more, no less, even; The vast expanse, covering each other, bright. With the snow as the background, and then look at the vigorous pine trees, slender green bamboos, craggy strange rocks, and lonely cold plums, it is really a good scenery!

From a distance, the vast river surface is cold and cold; Up close, the old embankment, the quiet little bridge. Also, there are ancient temples on the mountainside and deep paths. All this, in this snow, how beautiful!

The old man wore a coat, fished alone in the cold river, and the literati rode a donkey to find plum and compose poems. Or drink two glasses of wine, talk homely, or come to the interest, look up to the sky and roar, and chant poems against each other. There is a small boat on the river, the light woman on the seat of the tea stove floating on the bow of the boat, the wine is fun, the old monk sits opposite, the rhyme is idle to comment, such an elegant mood, put on the crane, put on the mink fur, go to enjoy the snow in the garden, and linger among the mountains and rivers.

This kind of style, this kind of beauty, why do you have to go to Mount Emei!