Beautiful sentences describing rural scenery

White clouds are blooming in the canyon, showing hazy, clean and mysterious, like snow-white snow lotus.

The deep canyon is dark and dense, like the gaping mouth of a frightened troll.

We looked up in the canyon, and the sky seemed to be a blue ribbon.

I saw white clouds in the valley, sometimes rolling into wadding, sometimes turning into long silk, drifting around this mountain peak and then drifting away from another mountain peak.

The mountains and valleys are covered with milky fog, so deep and so thick, like flowing slurry, which can float people.

The misty valley in front of us, like a river overflowing with milk, lies comfortably and gently in the arms of the mountain.

The valley is wrapped in a milky mist belt, like a soft brocade bridge.

In a quiet valley, there is a trickle running like a group of cheerful children.

the gurgling stream winds out of the valley like a silver line.

A round moon climbs out of the mountain ridge in the east, like a big lantern, illuminating a valley densely covered with strange stones.

The wind, like a hungry beast, rampaged through the valley, giving out strange howls.

The grotesque rocks are in various forms, some like the Monkey King scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks, some like overlapping mountains in bonsai, and some like an old birthday girl with a full forehead.

There is a long stone, which looks like a dragon. The stone is covered with spots, like scales on the dragon.

The strange rocks on both sides, like the claws of animals, seem to be coming at people.

The stones here are really strange. Some are like steamed buns, some are like hats, some are like trunks, and some are like upside-down pots.

The stream is pounding against the rocks, tinkling like a girl in white, playing the lute.

On the steep cliff, the waterfall rushes over the rough rocks like silver, giving a hearty laugh.

the gorgeous glow smears a faint rose color on the opposite silver peak, just like the blush on a girl's face.

Sunlight, like a touch of gold, only smears the tips of those peaks.

The sun stands on the top of an old pine tree. It looks like a big red peony. It is very beautiful and lovely.

The waterfall pouring down from the top of the mountain is like a beautiful satin falling from mid-air.

In the distance, the top of the snowy mountain has shone with sunshine, like golden helmets.

The shining white snow on the top of the mountain looks like a sleeping swan.

I saw a cliff on this side of the mountain. It seems that someone cut off half of it with an axe, and it went straight up and down, steep and steep.

I saw that the cliff was dozens of feet high and round like a pillar of the sky.

qingsong is not afraid of the height of the mountain. It sticks its roots in the crevice of the cliff, twisting like a panlong pillar, spreading its branches and leaves in mid-air, as if competing with the wind and dark clouds for the sun, and playing with the breeze and white clouds.

A golden sunshine shines on the pale green cliff, and beautiful flowers grow on the cliff, which is as touching as a butterfly.

The green hillside is dotted with small villas with various colors and novel styles, just like colorful flowers blooming on the grass. Spring has arrived, colorful wildflowers are in full bloom, and the hillside seems to have changed into colorful clothes.

in the distance, the mountains are undulating, and the terraces on the hillside are like water lines.

The winding narrow path is like a fairy's ribbon falling on the hillside.

milky white cloud gauze floats on the mountainside, dancing gently like fairy moths.

at the waist of the mountain, the mist is misty, like a fairy dragging her long nepotism.

The stacked stone ladder leading to the top of the mountain looks like a white belt lingering among the mountains from a distance, and it is like a colorful ribbon flying in the hands of an acrobat, rising and falling and winding.

an ancient stone path, like a thin long worm, sometimes climbs over the rolling hills, and sometimes winds along the river with green water.

The mountain road is as narrow as a sheep's intestines, winding and covered with fallen leaves, and it meets the overflowing mountain spring from time to time, so it is wet and slippery under your feet.

just on the steep cliff like a dark cloud, there is a small mountain path that is like lightning in the horizon.

that path is like a thin thread hanging from a precipice, and it seems to break when the wind is urgent.

mountain road, it seems that I am running tirelessly to the heights, and I have been running to the highest place of the earth.

These caves are dozens of feet deep, and some of them are connected to the left and right, which is simply a maze in the mountains.

Some of these stalactites gushed out of the ground like spring water, turning over the waves and reaching the top of the cave; Some hang upside down from the top of the cave, like a string of fruits; Some are like waterfalls, some are like vines, and they are entangled in every way.

Some of these stalactites are like lotus, some are like begonia flowers, some are like pearls, and some are like amber and agate, each with its own unique features. At the exit of the cave, there is a bunch of dense Gu Teng hanging upside down from the top of the cave, like a jade bead curtain.

unfathomable caves hang down like stalactites in the forest, and dark springs knock the tinkling music like xylophone.

In the cave, some stalactites are like monkeys picking peaches, some are like frogs jumping into the pond, some are like double dragons entering the cave, and some are like double lions grabbing the ball.

Here is another scene. There are stalactites from top to bottom. Some are like crawling animals, some are like lush groves, and some are like some birds spreading their wings. It's really different and lifelike.

In the cave, stalactites are dazzling. Under the illumination of colored lights, the whole abode of fairies and immortals seems to be all piled up with precious stones, pearls, corals, ivory and silks and satins.

Stone Forest has various shapes: some are like towers, some are like buildings, some are like swords leaning on the sky, some are like utensils, birds and animals, some are like mushrooms after rain, some are like mushroom clouds, some are like literati warriors, and some are like young village girls.

The stone forest with thousands of peaks is like a dream, haunting you, like a mythical world, grotesque and changeable.

The first blush has just appeared in the east. The river looks like a girl who has just finished washing and dressing. She tidies up her morning makeup in front of the mirror, and a few blushes fly out of her cheeks.

In the warm spring, everything is revived, and the water in the canal is like a little girl just waking up, full of vitality and singing new songs, and running forward.

The Zhanghe River is sparkling, like a Youlong, swinging its long body.

Huaihe River, like an emerald ribbon, floats on the golden carpet of the Central Plains; It is also like a green jade belt, tightly tied to the giant's splendid robe.

Tiger crossing the river is like a soft jade belt embedded in the mother's heart; It will always be so generous and selfless, feeding people on both sides of the strait with its own milk.

The river is very clear, like a piece of green transparent cellophane, and the pebbles at the bottom of the river are as smooth and bright as crystal. In the morning, the river just woke up, blinking its sparkling eyes. The whole water surface is as green as emerald and as bright as jade; The rising fog is like a white veil, covering the shy face of the river.

The ice in the river is as sharp as a blade, as ferocious as a beast's teeth, and it shines with blue cold light.

We stepped on a frozen river, and the ice was crystal clear, like glass covered with fine patterns.

The river gurgled under the bridge, which sounded like whispering and snickering.

The river is shining with sunlight, like rolling thousands of gold beads and silver grains in Qian Qian.

at dusk, the light that the sunset sprinkled on the river, like many gold needles and silver wires, swayed with the water waves.

In the golden autumn, the river flows slowly, like a mature middle-aged person, steady and calm.

The pebbles at the bottom of the river are crimson like agate, white like pigeon eggs, and golden with dazzling brilliance.

The sun shines on the river, and golden flowers bloom on the clear water, like thousands of little stars chasing and playing in the water.

The sunlight, like bits of broken gold, is flashing, mottled and jumping on the river, making people unable to open their eyes.

The river is as level as a mirror, and the light from the morning sun shines on the water, like a soft halo floating on the river.

when the wind blows, the water ripples gently, just like someone is quietly shaking green silk.

There are many little stars all over the sky, which fall on the mirror-like river and shine like broken agate.

The Yellow River swelled like a roaring yellow dragon, swaying in the canyon.

The Yellow River is willful, arrogant and rude, just like a rampaging hungry beast.

The water of the Yellow River, like a group of fine horses galloping in a narrow valley, is squeezed into the river channel with a width of only 5-6 meters in the middle of the floodplain and plunges down.

Like a pearl embedded in the magnificent land in the northwest of China, Qinghai Lake shines with fabulous colors.

Sailimu Lake is like a silver mirror embedded in the green Tianshan Mountains.

The pale blue geese return to the lake and lie quietly surrounded by green, just like a blue gem embedded in a natural jade.

Thunder, lightning, high winds and heavy rain stirred Dongting Lake like a pot of boiling water.

An orange full moon, like a big balloon, floats from the blue waves of Dongting Lake and into the blue night sky.

The sunset is like a drunkard, flushed and close to Poyang Lake.

beside a row of dark Woods, the silent lake is like a polished silver plate.

The rain stopped, the leaves were lovely green, and the water droplets on the leaves fell on the lake, making the lake flush with beautiful laughter nests.

The sun shines on the sparkling lake, shining with golden light, just like countless fish tossing and turning together in an instant.

the wind is blowing from the south, and the lake is like boundless jumping mercury.

The lake is as tender and lovely as freshly brewed green tea, so green that it gives off a cheerful light.

The duckweed on the lake is like a treasure carved by emeralds, exquisite and green.

The quiet lake was covered with green lotus leaves, which seemed to be filled with dense jade fans, covering the lake tightly.

willow trees are swaying their soft branches in the breeze, gently brushing the lake, like a beautiful girl combing her long hair at the lake.

under the bright sun, the lake seems to be sprinkled with brand-new gold coins, which are colorful and dazzling.

There are colorful colors floating on the lake, as if someone had dropped a string of pearls below.

When the moonlight shines on the lake, silver stars twinkle like countless diamond particles.

The rippling sound of the lake waves, just like the love words of lovers, is a little inaudible.

The reflection of the water mountain swaying with the microwave is like a graceful fairy bathing and a mermaid swimming.

It's raining. Dense raindrops hit the lake like countless stones, and the lake seems to be boiling.

The sunlight shines on the lake, like countless gold stars and silver stars flashing.

On the sparkling lake, tourists paddle their boats leisurely, and the colorful spring clothes seem to be blossoming flowers on the lake.

at night, the amorous bright moon dives into the middle of the lake, and naughty stars make faces in the lake.