What are some beautiful sentences describing the burning of flames?

1, the raging fire seems to be a painter, drawing everywhere with a brush in his hand, scurrying around with the wind, devouring everything unscrupulously, and the latosolic red flame turns black like a madman.

The edge of the red flame has a faint yellow outline, and even artists can't adjust this beautiful color. The flames shot up, up and down.

3. The flame is beating in the stove, the raging fire is burning mercilessly, and the flame shines in people's hearts. Generally speaking, flames are almost everywhere, and everyone has a burning flame in his heart.

Through the frosting on the glass window, you can see that the roof of the dyehouse is burning, and the flames curl up and go straight to the door of the dyehouse like a whirlwind. Flaming red flowers, pure smokeless red flowers, bloom in the quiet night, and a black cloud ripples in the sky, but the silver Tianhe is still clearly visible.

The snow was flushed red, and the walls of the building trembled and swayed, as if they were going to rush to the burning place in the yard, where the flames were playing happily, filling the wide wall gap of the dyehouse with red light, and spitting out countless winding and red-hot nails from the gap.

When the bonfire was burning, everything around it suddenly jumped and shook, and the shadow fled to the Woods like being burned by fear. Ignatie's round face, bulging with cheeks, sparkled on the flame. The fire went out and smoke came to my nose. Silence and darkness gathered in the forest and grass again, listening to the patient's hoarse voice.

7. The bonfire is lit again, brighter than before. The narrowest figure, suddenly jumped into the Woods, then retreated to the fire and danced around it in a hostile and wordless way. The wet branches in the fire creaked like complaints. The blazing air billow beat the leaves, making them whisper and rustle in fear.

Strips of Huang Cancan's red and sparkling flames are playing happily, hugging each other, and sometimes jumping into the air, splashing sparks. The burning leaves soared, and even the stars in the sky waved and smiled at the sparks.

8. Around the fire, there is a round reddish aperture quivering, as if it were blocked by darkness and stuck there. The flame is hot, and sometimes it will project a quick reflection to the outside of this aperture. The thin tongue of fire licked the bare willow branches and disappeared at once; Then, the sharp long shadow suddenly invaded and reached the fire: darkness was fighting against light.

9. With the sound of "pa" and "pa", Mars emerged from the top of the generated flame. As the wind flies high, the red light flashes in the black night sky, just like the stars on a midsummer night.

10, the fire is burning, and the crimson flame keeps rising, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes big. A gust of wind blew, and the fire was much smaller, and the small red flame shifted to the side.