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Sentence 1 describing the beautiful scenery The dense poplar leaves are like a stream of water, rustling and rustling day and night, and flowing calmly and loudly in places that people can't see.

2. The wind blows on the cheeks and raises the long hair. The moonlight is as calm and soft as horizontal. My heart is like this moonlight, calm and soft. I don't dare to deliberately pursue anything, I just hope that all good beginnings have a happy ending, just like this spring night is long and far away.

3. Summer is the heyday of the four seasons, he is enthusiastic and unrestrained, vigorous, showing the power and charm of life. Even at the moment when he was about to pass, Xia had to throw the most intense and simple color in his life, and every drop of green was mixed with the essence of life.

4. Open the shackles of time, invite the sunshine as a companion, make an appointment with the breeze, pack your bags, let's go to get close to the grassland, to get close to the vast and boundless grassland.

5. The beautiful scenery of the West Lake is intertwined with fishing songs, and the crystal lake water is like a golden mirror under the sunshine, which is particularly beautiful.

6. Spring is lively, spring is fanatical, spring is posture growth, spring is young and vigorous. Spring is full of the shadow of people's hard work, and people use their own hands to sow their firm faith and eternal hope, sowing true love and selfless love. There is no spring in the purple and thousands of reds?

Where is the fruitful autumn fruit? Spring night meditating on the spring night, the light moon veil, graceful and tingting.

7. The majestic mountains in the distance, under the sunlight, are dressed in golden yellow coats, which are particularly beautiful.

8. The natural world is so beautiful in spring at the moment: the bright sunshine is radiating everywhere, the colors are showing off everywhere, the melodious birds and insects are flying everywhere, and the intoxicating fragrance is wafting everywhere. This is the world of greenery, the ocean of flowers.

9. On the way home, the two green and upright pine trees at the door are still so full of vitality, it looks like a small green umbrella from a distance, and the leaves look like a small palm up close, which is really fun. The leaves of the pine tree are evergreen all year round, and autumn is also its most beautiful season, whenever I see it, I think of its tenacious spirit, whenever I think of it, I am full of the spirit of not admitting defeat in the face of difficulties, I love this strong pine tree.

1. But the days will pass, even if they are as long as a season. Every year in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the whole family gets together and enjoys the moon very happily. After moving a few times, there are fewer people to admire the moon.

Every Mid-Autumn Festival I remember, I would get up early in the morning. Because the yard is full of flowers and leaves that I like, I'm going to clean them. It's also because I like the joy of festivals.

Until the weather gets colder and the rain comes again, there are so many fallen leaves that you can't sweep them away. The autumn rain hits countless leaves, like a melancholy melody. At this time, I only think of "when I cut the candles in the west window and talk about the night rain in Bashan".

Don't care how long the autumn is and how long it is.

2. As soon as I opened the curtains, the sunlight rushed in, and in an instant I was covered with colorful notes, occupying the whole room, and the fragrance of morning dew was mixed with the breeze, and I scrambled into the hut. The birds playing in the branches in front of the window were startled by me, chirping and singing the morning sun, flying towards the river in the distance, and the familiar cicadas suddenly sounded in my ears, blowing the march of the morning sun "knowing and knowing".

3. Gradually, night fell, and the intoxicating starry sky appeared in my mind, and the beautiful and fascinating scene deeply attracted me: my sight, my heart, my spirit, my thoughts, ......I was all immersed in this indescribably beautiful "star map", and I fell into this inexplicable feeling and couldn't extricate myself. The full moon hangs over the starry sky like a block of ice in water.

The moon is like a shy maiden, hiding in the clouds for a while, and then lifting the veil to reveal her delicate face. The stars are like swarms of fireflies, big and small, bright and dark, and they parade to their heart's content. The starry night is beautiful, with floating clouds in the sky, and the dark blue sky is full of diamond-like stars.

The night sky is like inky blue velvet, dotted with stars of all sizes, constantly shining like diamonds. Look, the Big Dipper in the distance, how lovely, a huge spoon appeared in the sky above the north, pointing to that bright star, which was the North Star. There are also those unknown little stars in the sky full of feelings, like naughty children, looking at the world childishly and persistently, as if telling a beautiful and moving myth with those bright eyes.

4. On the weekend in the early morning, the air is sweet and the wind is also made of honey.

5. I slowly finished washing, gently put on my beloved guitar, rode my "little donkey" leisurely, and drove towards the square in the living area. Along the way, you can smell the mellow aroma of the sun and the milky fragrance of the early stalls, hear the song of the morning breeze and the low singing of cicadas, and see the smile of green leaves and the traces of birds flying by. The sun rises, everything wakes up, the birds sing and the cicadas chirp, and the green leaves exhale.

6. I stopped and watched the beautiful scenery here, and when I inadvertently looked up at the starry sky, I couldn't help but stop. Because the view is simply amazing. I was stunned because the scenery was full of life.

Its beauty is intoxicating, its beauty is obsessive, and its beauty is admired.

7. Farther than the stars is my thoughts, more than the moon.

The wind quietly kissed the leaf, and the sunset saw it and blushed unconsciously.

In the summer evening, I went out for a walk, slowly walked to the beach, blowing the sea breeze, silently admiring the sunset and sunset on the sea, watching the clusters of waves crash on the reef, and then shattered, as if completing the feat of a lifetime.

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2.The silvery moonlight shone on the ground, and everywhere there was the mournful cry of crickets. The scent of the night fills the air, weaving a soft net that envelops all the scenery in it.

All the eyes come into contact with is something covered with this soft net, and no grass or tree is as realistic as it is in the daytime, but they all have vague and illusory colors, each of which hides its subtleties and keeps its secrets, giving people a dreamlike feeling. (Ba Jin, "Home").

3.The moonlight is like silver, and it shines everywhere, and the bamboo fence on the mountain turns black in the moonlight. The sound of insects in the grass around him was dense like falling rain.

Occasionally, out of nowhere, a grass warbler would "fall and fall" and smack at its throat, and before long, the little bird seemed to understand that it was the middle of the night and should not be so noisy, so it still closed its little eyes and fell asleep. (Shen Congwen's "Border City").

4.He peered out through the screen window. The sky was full of stars so dense and busy that they didn't make a sound, and it seemed that the sky was bustling.

A comb of the moon is like a description of a girl who has not grown up, but she is no longer shy when she sees people, and the light and silhouette are fresh and dewy, and it can gradually set off the night scene. The little insects in the small garden and grass talked trivially at night. The group of frogs who don't know ** worked together to make a call, like a sound to boil the fire.

A few stars of fireflies swim around, not like flying, like floating in the thick air, in the dark place where the moonlight is not visible, a little firefly flickering, like a small green eye on a summer night. (Qian Zhongshu, "The Siege of the City").