Beautiful sentences describing blue skies, forests, and small rivers.

The cloudless sky was so blue that it was like the purest mermaid teardrops.

In the spring, everything comes back to life, the grass around the river begins to sprout, and the water in the river seems to come to life again. The river flowed in a tumbling voice, and how pleasant it was in the morning, and it woke up the sleeping people with its soft sound. The grass on the shore seems to be moved by its sound, and its body swings rhythmically in the early morning breeze.

In the past few days, the river has been flowing again. The water of the small river "whoosh" sounded as if singing a song of joy, and the water was crystal clear and sparkling. I was overjoyed to see it, like a cheerful fawn, jumping around by the river.

He also kept picking up small pebbles on the side of the road and throwing them into the river to float. It was so much fun!

The creek in the rain is also exceptionally beautiful. Whenever the sky drizzled, the river seemed to be shrouded in a gray mist. After the rains, the banks of the creek are covered with fresh greenery. The trees are taller and the flowers are more delicate.

In winter, the mischievous north wind blows whistling, and the sparkling little snowflakes bloom all over the sky, covering the river with silver sand, covering the land on both sides with thick quilts, and putting on white coats for the weeping willows. The creek froze and the children used to go there to play. The creek is still full of laughter.

The creek is beautiful and generous, it is so willing to serve the industrious folks, and it dedicates the pure elixir for people to wash and cook. The creek also fosters friendship between neighbors. In the middle of summer, the sun is scorching, and the fiery sun scorches the earth.

Whenever they feel hot and irritable, people will invariably run to the river, set up a few chairs by the river, sit under the shade of the trees and talk while enjoying the shade, and they will be happy and tired.

Sky: - The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years.

Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky and clouds and shadows wandered together.

As soon as the cranes line the clouds in the clear sky, it will lead poetry to the blue sky.

The sky is high and the clouds are faint, and the geese flying south are broken.

The twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

The clear and boundless blue sky, clear and completely see the sky, the first light of the sun is thousands of miles in the navy, and the evening red is purple and the sky is red. (Bai Yu Qianqian's work "Two Heavens") woods: the light rain in the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the grass color is close but no. It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital (Han Yu's "Early Spring Chengshui Department Zhang Eighteen Members Outside").

When will the east wind in Luoyang come, and the spring of the river and the bank of the river will return (Han Yu's "Five Songs of Feeling Spring") since it is late to go to school in the spring, and there is no need to be melancholy and resentful. The wind fell crimson, and the green leaves became yin and full of branches (Du Mu's "Poetry").

Apricot by the Wanshu River, a new night wind. The garden is full of dark and light colors, shining in the green waves (Wang Ya's "Spring Outing").

Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, Baiyunsheng has a home.

Stop and sit in love with the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are red in February flowers ("Mountain Walk" Du Mu) small river: the blue buds under the mountain are short and invade the stream, the sand road between the pines is clean and mudless (Su Shi's "Huanxi Sand") the spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves the sunny and soft (Yang Wanli's "Little Pond") The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone flows upstream" (Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling Autumn Twilight") speaks into the Huanghua River, and every green stream is chased. With the mountains, there will be thousands of turns, and there will be no hundred miles of fun.

The sound is noisy in the stone, and the color is quiet and deep. The rippling pan water chestnut is clear and reflects the reeds.

I'm idle, Kiyokawa is like this. Please stay on the rock, the fishing will be carried out (Wang Wei's "Qingxi") grassland: send each other in the mountains, and cover the firewood at dusk. The spring grass is green every year, and the king and grandson will not return (Wang Wei's "Farewell").

Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered. Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

Yuanfang invaded the ancient road, and the clear green connected the deserted city.

He also sent Wang Sun to go, and Meng Meng was full of farewell (Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grass") Elechuan, under the Yin Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four wildernesses.

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep. The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass is close but there is nothing.

It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital. (Han Yu's "Light Rain in Early Spring") hunted Tianjiao outside Juyan City, and the white grass burned in the sky. Drive horses when the clouds are empty moraine, and the autumn plain is good to hide from eagles.

The captain of the Qiang school took the obstacle and broke the general to cross the Liao at night. The jade target angle bow bead pulls the horse, and the Han family will give Xue Yao a prostitute.

The mangrove trees and green mountains are slanting, and the grass in the suburbs is endlessly green.

Visitors regardless of the spring will be old, come and go to the pavilion in front of the falling flowers. (Ouyang Xiu, "Fengle Pavilion Tour Spring").

Sky: The sky is so blue that it is like a sapphire painted in the sky.

The sky is intoxicatingly blue, very similar to Lhasa...

Woods: The woods are home to small birds.

The beautiful woods are so beautiful, let's protect the environment. Otherwise, it will pollute the motherland and the forests.

Above the grove is a clear blue sky, not a few white clouds, some like.

Huge elephants, some like nimble rabbits, others like slow turtles......A flock of birds skimmed across the blue sky.

The meadows in the forest are filled with colorful unknown wildflowers, which exude an alluring fragrance of flowers, and even the forest air becomes fragrant and charming. These small flowers are like shining stars and colorful gems against the backdrop of the grass. Flocks of beautiful butterflies dance among the flowers, and some of them sometimes stop on the flowers, as if they have become one with the flowers.

The view by the river is even more beautiful. The beautiful poplar trees are reflected on the surface of the river, like a girl who loves beauty is looking in the mirror to dress up, a breeze blows, and the poplars make a loud laugh, like singing joyfully.

The river is crystal clear, like a transparent blue silk, lying quietly in the embrace of the earth. A few small fish swim happily in the creek, spitting out a few small strings of transparent bubbles from time to time. A simple and cute little turtle slowly went down the river, and as soon as it got into the water, it was like an arrow off the string, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The grove is so beautiful!

1. Spring came quietly to the world, and the river, which had been sleeping for a winter, woke up from the dream and flowed into the distance. On the riverbank, the bamboo baby came out of the ground, and the grass also woke up and borrowed the tender clothes from the spring girl to change them on, and the flowers bloomed with smiling faces to welcome spring, faintly reflected on the river like a long picture. Decorated with the river, the river seems to be wearing these simple "garlands".

In the blue sky, a few little swallows flew from time to time, and they chirped and sang beautiful songs, as if admiring the river.

2. Winter is coming, and the river is getting more and more lonely. It was already bare, and no one wanted to look at it anymore, except for the howling north wind, and the river finally froze no longer in the cold. At this time, it hopes that the ice will be thicker, so that the children can go skating and it will no longer be lonely.

Its illusions eventually came to naught, and parents had long since allowed their children to approach the winter river, saying that if they fell into an ice cave, they would not be able to get up again. The river waited quietly, waiting for the next spring to bloom ......

3. The snowflakes in winter put on a crystal coat for the river, and the river is a fairy tale world made of pink and jade. The small river in winter makes you forget to return.

4. How quiet the river is in winter, the river is like a shy little girl who is silent and flows silently into the distance.

5. In winter, the river froze, and everywhere was a white world, all the animals and plants were sleeping quietly, and no one would come to the creek quietly.

6. In winter, the river was covered by a heavy snowfall, and the entire river surface was frozen hard. Suddenly, the river was lively, and the children laughed and laughed. You see there are people rolling and somersaulting on the river, it's funny!

The big tree next to it was also replaced with a thick white cotton jacket. This is the winter creek, the unique creek.

1. The lake water is like black and shiny velvet, shining with a ghostly light in the quiet night. The water of the lake is unmoving, like a vat of thick wine.

2. The stream is like a streamer adorned with sparkling gems, deeply rooted in the rich and beautiful land.

3. The stream in the canyon really seems to have grown wings, flies up the mountain, and becomes thousands of large watering cans, watering patches of crops.

4. The trees by the river are verdant, and the sharp kingfisher dots the water surface, leaving a circle of halos; Bulky ducks float by, scratching the reflection of the trees on the water; The wind rises, and the sparkling waves are particularly bright and dazzling in the sun. The little river of my hometown, the beautiful little river.

5. In the early morning, how beautiful the creek is, the stream reflects the brilliant morning glow like a floating colored ribbon. I like to read by the stream, the fresh and moist air moistens my throat, and the murmuring water accompanies the sound of my reading.

6. A breeze blows, and the mirror-like water surface fluctuates. Fish swim to the surface in swarms, mouths wide open to breathe in the fresh air. Occasionally, a fish leaps out of the water, turns over and falls into the water, stirring up circles of ripples, making the reflection in the water shake into a piece.

My dream is to be a ** family.

I want to be a home, because it can sleep with people and make people happy. Like a lovely little girl, she sings beautiful songs.

I want to be a homemaker and play beautiful songs on the piano. If you're sad, I'll play a happy song to make you happy; If you think of something else during the lesson, I'll play a sharp song to let you know it's in class.

If only I could fly, I would play the piano for people all over the world and let people feel the joy of **.

I must study hard now and become a ** family in the future.

Happy Hu Bingyan.

The forest is so big, and the trunks are thick and straight.

Look up at the treetops, the foliage is dense.

Occasionally, there is a clearing, full of beautiful flowers.

The flowers are infinitely fragrant, attracting bees.

Butterflies flutter and ladybugs are well protected.

The rabbit frolicked next to the tree, and the mother rabbit was guarded next to it.

Ladybug butterfly floret, baby rabbit bee mother.

The little rabbit is happy and happy, and the mother rabbit is happy.