Sentences that describe the beauty of the world, poems that describe the beauty of the world

1. The world is very beautiful, but we misunderstand the meaning of beauty, spend too much energy pursuing the wrong things, desire is never a beautiful thing, sunshine, rain and dew, wildflowers and grass on the roadside, these are.

2. The earth is my home everywhere. Wander freely in this world. It's beautiful!

3. The world is very beautiful, may I love what I love, do what I do, listen to my heart, and ignore the West and the East.

4. This world is very beautiful, there are flowers and oceans, and there are wind blowing waves, and you are in this glorious **, radiating light to me, the mountains are high and the waters are long, but you have always maintained the appearance of my love.

6. The world outside the window is very beautiful, I want to go to a place I haven't been, I want to see the scenery I haven't seen, I want to try a different life, I want to make different wishes to myself, I have this list in my heart, and it is becoming clearer and clearer that hypocrisy is another self, why care about other eyes.

7. Have a sunny heart every day, and you will find that the world is very beautiful!

8. This world is really beautiful, the morning sun is beautiful, the sunset is beautiful, the breeze is beautiful, the white clouds, trees, flowers, and you.

9. Society is sinister and people's hearts are complicated, but in this chaotic world, I still want to keep my little happiness, believing that the world is beautiful and light will always defeat darkness, right.

10. The world is very beautiful, and we still have a long, long period of positive energy to play in the future! May we all strive to shine.

11. The world is big and beautiful, but it must be with the right person to be interesting.

12. The world is very beautiful, and suddenly I want to see everything, there is money and leisure, and the world is peaceful.

【Author】Tao Yuanming 【Dynasty】Wei Jin.

The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses.

How can you ask you? The heart is far away from itself.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain.

The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning.

There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it.

Translations Notes.

He lives in the world, but there is no hustle and bustle of cars and horses.

If you ask me why I am like this, as long as I have high aspirations, I will naturally feel that I am in a secluded place.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, the distant Nanshan Mountain comes into view.

The smell of the mountains and the evening scenery are very good, and there are birds flying and returning with children.

Wang Wei's "Luchai": I don't see people in the empty mountains, but I hear people's voices. Return to the deep forest, and revisit the moss.

Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu": Wood powder hibiscus flowers, red calyx in the mountains. The stream is lonely, and they are falling one after another.

Wang Wei's "Autumn Eyes in the Mountain House": After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream. The bamboo noise returns to the Huannu, and the lotus moves the fishing boat. Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay.

Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream": People are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia": The oblique light falls on the ruins, and the cattle and sheep return to the poor alleys. The wild old man thought of the shepherd boy, leaning on the staff and waiting for the thorn. The pheasant wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms sleep and the mulberry leaves are scarce. Tian Fu hoeed to, and the words of each other followed. That is, the envy of leisure, and the decline of the song.

Wang Jian's "Tian Jia Xing": The male voice is happy and the female face is happy, and people don't complain about saying goodbye. Although the wheat is hot in May, the wind is clear, and the eaves are singing.

Wild silkworms are not taken as cocoons, and autumn moths are born between the leaves. The wheat harvest is on the axis, and the knowledge of the loss is enough. I don't want to return to the entrance, and I don't want to sell yellow calves to the city.

The Tian family's food and clothing are not thick or thin, and they are happy when they don't see the county gate!

Zhang's "Wild Old Song": The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. Miao is not allowed to eat more taxes, and the imported official warehouse is turned into soil. The hoe ploughs the empty room at dusk, and Hu'er climbs the mountain to harvest acorns. Xijiang Jia Kezhu Baihu, the boat dog long meat.

Nie Yizhong's "Wounded Field Family": Selling new silk in February, and selling new grain in May. Heal the sores in front of your eyes, but tear off the flesh of your heart. I want the king's heart to be turned into a candle of light. It is not according to the Qiluo feast, but it is biased to the fugitive house.

Wei Yingwu's "Guantian Family": The light rain is new, and a thunderstorm begins. The Tian family has a few days of leisure, and farming has started from here.

Ding Zhuang is in the wilderness, and the field is also reasonable. Returning to Jing Changyan, drinking the water of the calf west stream. Hunger does not suffer from itself, but it is joyful to be anointed.

There is no lodging in the warehouse, and the conscription is still unfinished. Those who are ashamed of not cultivating will be eaten out of the lu.

Du Xunhe's "Widow in the Mountains": The husband defended Peng Mao because of the soldiers, and his hemp clothes and sideburns were scorched. Mulberry is still paying taxes, and the countryside is still collecting seedlings. When picking wild vegetables and roots to boil, spin and chop raw firewood with leaves to burn. Even deeper in the mountains, there should be no way to avoid the levy.

Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia": The oblique light falls on the ruins, and the cattle and sheep return to the poor alleys. The wild old man thought of the shepherd boy, leaning on the staff and waiting for the thorn. The pheasant and wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms sleep with sparse mulberry leaves. Tian Fu hoeed to, and the words of each other followed. That is, the envy of leisure, and the decline of sorrow.

Wang Wei's "Pastoral in Spring": The spring doves in the house are singing, and the apricot blossoms are white by the trees. Hold an axe to cut down the distant poplar, and the lotus hoe looks for the spring vein. Return to the swallow to know the old nest, and the old man looks at the new calendar. Suddenly, melancholy travelers.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, I saw Nanshan worriedly.

The rain is still falling, and if you look up, maybe all you see is the towering of steel and concrete. Don't be suspicious, and don't look far away. The smoky bamboo forest is in your heart, and it is the virtual and real world that you indulge in every day.

Listen to the story, it's the most beautiful melody.

Nature is beautiful, the world is beautiful, and so are we. As long as there is beauty in the eyes, there is great beauty in the heart; As long as there is beauty in the heart, life will be beautiful; As long as there is beauty in life, life can be beautiful. Beauty is a kind of acceptance, a feeling, and a kind of enjoyment.

The blue sky is hollow and relaxed, and the clouds are extraordinarily beautiful. The green trees are verdant, the air is fresh, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. What a lovely earth, what a home. On World Environment Day, let's take care of our environment as much as we care for our eyes!

With a peaceful heart, walk along the road, if you get seven smiles and three white eyes, please respond with seventy percent of your strength to smile and three percent of your strength to ignore the white eyes; With a peaceful heart, taste the food, if it is delicious seven times and unpalatable three times, please enjoy the deliciousness with 70% of the palate, and endure the bitterness with 30% of the palate. There is no good or evil in the world, and people are at ease; The world is invincible, and peace is left in the heart. On the World Peace Day, may the world be peaceful, and everyone will be at peace, and hostility and violence will be eliminated!

In the evening, the sun converges its blinding light and turns into a golden disc. The cloudless sky, blue, like a clear lake. Slowly, the color became more and more intense, like a lake deepening.

The majestic mountains in the distance, painted with a layer of golden yellow under the reflection of the setting sun, look particularly magnificent. After a while, the sun smiled and blushed, kissed the head of the mountain, and spewed a red round face to the earth and sky, which was the beautiful sunset. The sun showed its beauty, jumped happily, and disappeared behind the western mountain.