Seek to describe beautiful fragments.

Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. The moonlight shines through the bushes, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which will be as steep as ghosts in a moment; The sparse shadow of the changing willow seems to be painted on the lotus leaf. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican. (Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond)

2, peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you won't let me, I won't let you, all full of flowers to catch up. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. With the fragrance of flowers, when I close my eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still flashing. (Zhu Ziqing, "Spring")

Standing on the suspension bridge between the canyons, standing in the light of the full moon, we called you to get up and watch the moonlight hanging high in the sky, but you smiled and refused. Leaning on the other end of the suspension bridge, in the darkness of the mountain wall, you said, "I hope to see you from here, because you contain moonlight." The mountain breeze blows gently, and the running water groans and gasps at the corner. H beside him sighed softly with such a beautiful sentence. Yuehua is like water and wine, clear and blurred. Why is there a dull pain in my heart at the moment? Is it because you think you are hiding in the transparent moonlight? Is it because I feel my own shortcomings and regrets in such a perfect light? There seems to be a kind of fear that goes hand in hand. When I was a child, the shadow in my heart came from my ignorance of the road ahead. What will I meet? What will I become? Without any revelation or sign. (Xi Murong's "Flower Affairs")

4, the wind and smoke are clean, and the Tianshan Mountain is * * * color. Floating from the stream, anything. From Fuyang to Tonglu, Baili, Strange Mountains and Different Waters, chinese odyssey. The water is blue, and thousands of feet bottoms out. You can swim with the fine stones and look directly at them. If fierce wave rushes, how fast the arrow will go. Sandwiched between mountains, cold trees grow and compete with each other. Strive for higher heights, Qianfeng. Spring rock, crisp; Good birds sing, they rhyme. Cicadas are endless, and apes are endless. Those who fly in the sky, watching the peaks rest; Those who manage world affairs are eager to forget. The horizontal branches are covered, and the day is still faint; The thin strips set each other off, and sometimes the sun shines. (Wu Jun and Zhu Shu)

It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath. When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory. (Yu Dafu's Autumn in the Old Capital)

6. Sing the surprise of childhood, sing the loneliness of middle age, think about carving bamboo to make cages, call lanterns to fall, think about moon cakes, pomegranate covered with pearls, think about flying yellow leaves in my hometown, think about flying geese, think about piles of haystacks in the field, think about mom calling us back to add clothes, and think about the years sneaking away (Liushahe "That Cricket")

7, the god in the clouds, the fairy in the fog, the mountain of Guilin! Love is as deep as love, beautiful as a dream, and love is like the water of Lijiang River! How much do water and mountains weigh? Water surrounds Guilin City ... Is it a mountain city or a water city? All in the green mountains and green waters ... Oh! This mountain and this water enter the heart, where does this body come from at this time? ..... The waves of the Yellow River and the wind beyond the Great Wall. The trip to Guanshan is very heavy. Saddle dreamed of painting on the sand table: "Guilin's landscape is the best in the world" (He Jing's Guilin Landscape Song)

We can't tell whether it's smoke or fog, but it's gray. The boss is a high mountain, up and down, wrapped tightly. The ancient Mount Tai looks more and more Cui Wei. As soon as we passed the memorial archway of Daizongfang, the deafening roar attracted us to the dam of Hushan Reservoir. Seven floods jumped out of the bridge opening of the reservoir, like seven flashing yellow brocade, rushing down, touching jagged rocks, stirring up a piece of snow-white water droplets and scattering them on the rolling water. It is called Qiuzai Bay: It is said that Qiuzai has been rowed to the sky by Lv Dongbin, but looking at it, it seems that Qiuzai has returned to his former residence. (Li Jianwu, "Climbing Mount Tai in the Rain")

9. This paved, thick green color is really cute. She is loosely wrinkled, like a skirt dragged by a young woman; She gently fiddled with it, like a beating virgin's first love heart; She is smooth and shiny, like "bright oil" and soft as egg white, which reminds people of the softest skin they have ever touched; She doesn't bother me, just like a warm jasper, only clear-but you can't see through her! I've seen Populus davidiana in Shichahai, Beijing, and it seems too weak to get rid of the yellow background. I have seen a tall and dense "green wall" next to the Tiger Running Temple in Hangzhou. The endless green grass and overlapping leaves are too thick. As for the others, the waves in the West Lake are too bright and the waves in Qinhuai River are too dark. Cute, can I compare with you? How to compare? Probably this pool is deep, so it can accommodate such a strange green color; As if the blue sky had melted into it, it was so fresh. That intoxicating green! If I can cut your ribbon, I will give it to the dancer of light; She will be able to float in the wind. If I can fan your eyes, I will give it to the blind girl who is good at singing; She will have a pair of bright eyes. I am reluctant to part with you; How can I give up on you? I patted you and touched you with my hand, like a little girl of twelve or thirteen. I touched your entrance again and kissed her. I'll give you a name, and I'll call you "green daughter" from now on, okay? (Zhu Ziqing, "Green")

10 So I recalled another picture, which was on the so-called "Loess Plateau"! that

Most of the mountains on the side are bald, but layers of terraces dress up baldness as sparse.

The heads with some yellow hairs, especially those tall plants, are tall and tidy, waiting for inspection.

Reading like a team, swaying in the evening breeze, don't have a pleasing gesture. can

But even better is the bright night in May, when the sky was so blue and almost transparent, the moon.

It seems only a few feet away from the top of the mountain. From a distance, the millet on the top of the mountain stands upright, just like a person.

Angry hair, then suddenly two horns from the ridge, then the cow's.

The whole body also appeared, and the human figures with plows also appeared, not many, only three or two, maybe.

Followed by a child, they came down, in the blue sky, Montenegro, silver moonlight.

A silhouette is made in the background, and pastoral poets will admire it when they see it.

For a wonderful theme. But it's not over yet. These late farmers also put them

Rough short songs, with sweet melodies, passed down from the top of the mountain until they were far away.

Into the mountains, there are still only dark mountains with clear skies and bright moons, but the songs are lingering.

Spread out. (Contradictory Landscape Talk)

1 1, is a kind of tree that strives for the upper reaches, with straight stems and branches. Its stem is usually ten feet high, as if it were artificial, and there are no side branches within ten feet; All its branches are upward, and they are close together, like man-made, forming a bundle, and there is no possibility of escaping sideways; Its broad leaves are also upward one by one, and there are almost no oblique leaves, let alone upside down; Its skin is smooth and silvery, with a slight blue color. This is a tree that stands tenaciously despite the oppression of heavy snow in the north! Even if it is only as thick as the bowl mouth, it will strive to develop upwards, reaching a height of 20 feet, towering and unyielding, facing the northwest wind. (Contradiction "Praise of Poplar")

12, it was quiet at first. Suddenly a bird called. When our friend Chen clapped his hands, we saw a big bird flying, and then we saw the second and third one. Let's keep clapping. Soon, the forest became very lively. Birds are everywhere, birds are everywhere. Big, small, flowery, black, some standing on branches, some flying, some flapping their wings ... (Ba Jin's Paradise of Birds)

13. Qutang gorge is the most dangerous part of the Three Gorges. If Qutang Gorge is like a gate, Wuxia Gorge is like a winding gallery on the river. The boat turns left and right with the mountain, and every song and turn unfolds an excellent landscape painting for you. The mountains on both sides of the strait are fantastic and continuous, and the twelve peaks of Wushan have their own postures. Suddenly, dark gray rocks fell from the sky and fell straight into the river, reminiscent of a huge exclamation point. (Liu, Three Days on the Yangtze River)

14, it's not surprising if there is only sunshine. Please close your eyes and think about it: an ancient city with mountains and water is basking in the sun, sleeping warmly and comfortably, just waiting for the spring breeze to wake them up. Is this an ideal realm? (Winter in Jinan by Lao She)

When night fell, all the lights on the ship came on. Reflecting yellow astigmatism from double-layer glass, hazy haze appeared; Through this haze, bright ripples are aroused in the dark water waves. In this thin mist and slight ripples, who can not be introduced into their dreams while listening to the long and intermittent sound of rowing? Too many dreams. How can these boats, large and small, be affordable? At this time, we are vaguely talking about the colorful traces of Qinhuai River in the late Ming Dynasty, such as Peach Blossom Fan and Banqiao Miscellanies. We are really fascinated. We seem to have seen with our own eyes the scene where the lights are reflected on the water and the ship is painted in Ling Bo. So our ship became the burden of history. Finally, we suddenly saw the boats on the Qinhuai River, so this is because many historical images show that Yali is more attractive than other places. (Zhu Ziqing's Qinhuai River in the Shadow of Plasma Lights)

16, needless to say, green vegetable fields, smooth stone wells, tall acacia trees and purple mulberry trees; Needless to say, cicadas are singing in the leaves, fat wasps are squatting on cauliflower, and the swift call to the son of heaven (lark) suddenly rushes to the sky from the grass. Just around the short mud wall, it has unlimited interest. Spirits sing here, crickets play the piano, turn over broken bricks and sometimes meet centipedes. There is also Mylabris. If you press your finger on its spine, it will clap its hands and spray a puff of smoke from behind. The vines of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb and Manglietia are intertwined. Manglietia has the fruit of Alternanthera philoxeroides, and Polygonum multiflorum has swollen roots. Some people say that the roots of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb are human-shaped, so I often uproot them, and I have participated in the continuous uprooting, and because of this, I have broken the mud wall, but I have never seen roots like people. If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberries, like small coral beads, which are sour and sweet, and the color and taste are far better than mulberry. (Lu Xun's "From Herbal Garden to San Tan Yin Yue")

17, go forward, go forward; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I get up in the morning, two or three sunsets shoot into the hut. The sun has feet, and it has moved gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by my eyes. I think he is in a hurry. When I reached out to cover my arm, he passed by the covered hand again. When I was lying in bed at dark, he passed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh. (Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry")

18, sometimes there are dark clouds on the horizon, and the clouds are so thick that people can't see them when the sun comes out. However, the sun's radiation in the dark clouds passed through the encirclement of the dark clouds and set them with glowing Phnom Penh. Later, the sun slowly rushed out of the tight encirclement and appeared in the sky, even dyeing the dark clouds purple or red. At this time, not only the sun, clouds and sea water shine, but also I become bright. (Ba Jin's Sunrise at Sea)

/kloc-shortly after sunset on 0/9, the sky in the west is still burning with a touch of orange sunset. The sea, also dyed red by this glow, is more spectacular than the sky. Because it is active, whenever rows of waves surge, the glow reflected from the peak is red and bright, just like a flaming flame, flashing and disappearing. And the back row, flashing, rolling, pouring in. (Jun Qing's A Midsummer Night by the Sea)

20. This surprised us all. This ugly stone actually fell from the sky! It makes up for the sky, overheating and shining in the sky. Our ancestors may have looked up to it, and it gave them light, longing and longing. It fell down and lay in the mud and weeds for hundreds of years! I feel my ignorance and the greatness of Qiu. I even resent it for putting up with all this silently for so many years! And I immediately deeply felt the greatness of its unyielding and lonely existence. (Jia Pingwa's Ugly Time)

Standing on the suspension bridge between the canyons, standing in the light of the full moon, we called you to get up and watch the moonlight hanging high in the sky, but you smiled and refused. Leaning on the other end of the suspension bridge, in the darkness of the mountain wall, you said, "I hope to see you from here, because you contain moonlight." The mountain breeze blows gently, and the running water groans and gasps at the corner. H beside him sighed softly with such a beautiful sentence. Yuehua is like water and wine, clear and blurred. Why is there a dull pain in my heart at the moment? Is it because you think you are hiding in the transparent moonlight? Is it because I feel my own shortcomings and regrets in such a perfect light? There seems to be a kind of fear that goes hand in hand. When I was a child, the shadow in my heart came from my ignorance of the road ahead. What will I meet? What will I become? Without any revelation or sign. (Xi Murong's "Flower Affairs")

Autumn wind is like a group of dolls, playing naughtily in autumn; The autumn wind, like an old man caressing green water and green hills, disappears into the ends of the earth. Autumn wind is so generous, leading everything to glory; Autumn wind is so affectionate, as if the mother's face is full of kindness.

Poetic autumn scenery, full of maturity and coolness. Climb the shoulders of autumn and spread my flying wings.

Autumn wind is a surging life, growing in unyielding. In your firm eyes and firm steps, you can't help showing your desire to cross the world. You cross the vast desert and raise your dust; You cross the boundless fields and gain hope all the way; You walked through the deep canyon, and the crisp wind chimes sang in the valley; The smiling mountain forest dances with your rhythm and is melancholy; Your fast-moving body stirs up clear waves, and the clear lake rises in bursts, washing away the dust all over your body; You shake your head and continue your journey; The dull drums are coming from far away, and you know that it is a storm waiting for you! You don't have a trace of panic, but it's still your step. The winding lightning is like a rope connecting heaven and earth. In this way, you disappear at the end of heaven and earth ...

In the silence, the autumn rain is falling. It was autumn tears, dripping on the ground, with layers of frost. Without the embrace of autumn and the land in late autumn, I wander alone. Behind him, leaves are falling. ...

Let's start with the wind. The circulation of air produces wind. The wind has a strange temper. When it is calm, the breeze blows gently, giving people a "kiss of the wind", which is really like lovers. When he lost his temper, he somehow became a tyrant, which was terrible. The wind's moody temper, human beings still have no way to take it.

When the breeze is innocent, it is like a little doll. After a while, it lay on the grass, grinning and rolling from side to side. After a while, I went to the river again, somersaulted on the water, splashed water, blew out some patterns, drew some bright green patterns, or folded the water like a folding fan, folded it and opened it again.

The breeze is considerate, caressing human beings and all kinds of animals. In summer, the breeze blows away the heat. It caresses people's faces like velvet and fans you like a fan. It's so comfortable that people often boast that it's really a good wind! Birds, kittens, puppies, cattle and sheep live in a sultry place. Do you feel hot when you sleep? The breeze blew gently and the animals were very comfortable. Although they can't speak, they can make various phone calls to express their gratitude and gratitude. The boat is sailing in the river, the boatman paddles and the tracker pulls the fiber. Are you tired? It is not easy to ride a bike on the bridge. Give them a hand. So the breeze blew slightly, the sails were raised, and the boat glided along the river. If someone helps the cyclist push, the wheels will slide more easily and the fine sweat on his forehead will be blown dry by the breeze. Breeze often likes to touch the wheat and rice in the field, smell the flowers and shake hands with adults and children. It is very polite.

However, when the wind is wild and crazy, when it is as crazy as a madman, it is its fiercest moment, and human beings will be killed and injured and will suffer.

Strong winds are barbaric. The wind blows through the fields, and the land in the plain instantly rolls up the rotating loess. If it is winter, all crops will be harvested and the vegetation will wither. At that time, every village was naked. The strong wind turned into an open bully, whistling and running around, running through the wild fields in the boundless cold, running through the empty village streets, shaking the closed doors and windows of the farmer unreasonably, and throwing a lot of sand into his yard from time to time. During the prank, it also blew down some rotten pieces of wood on the fence, scraped off the grass roof, lifted the peasant woman's skirt, and drove the chickens all over the village, blowing their feathers in a mess.

When the strong wind enters the forest with snow, it will make a strange whistle. Rows of trees wobbled, branches clucked, the wind roared and changed direction, and the snow rolled up by the wind danced wildly in the forest like a huge snow dragon. In "Lin Yuan", writer Qu Bo compared the snow dragon rolled up by the strong wind: it fluttered, turned left and right, twisted its head, lost its tail and rushed at the team. Snow powder is sprayed randomly in the gap of the forest, hitting the face like a stone ... Such a strong wind makes people breathless, speechless and unable to hear other sounds. Polish writer Xianke Wei Zhi said in Crusaders Riding on the Earth: In the howling and whistling of the whirlwind, only sad sounds were heard, like the howling of wolves, like Ma Si in the distance, and sometimes like people crying for help in times of disaster.

When the strong wind hovers, roars and growls on the grassland, it makes the grass make a sound. Chekhov, a Russian writer, once described the gale on the grassland like this: Suddenly, something exploded in the stagnant air, and suddenly a storm appeared. ..... The dust spiraled on the avenue and ran across the grassland, wrapped in wheat straw, dragonflies and feathers all the way, like a rotating black pillar, soaring into the sky and blackening the sun. On the grassland, in all directions, those wild hemp jumped alternately, and one of them was wrapped in a whirlwind, hovering like a bird, flying into the sky, becoming a small black spot and disappearing. Then another one flew up, and then the third one flew up. The two of them wrestled with each other in the air as if they were fighting.

When strong winds raged in the city, the scene was even more tragic. The branch was blown aside and didn't twist back once for dozens of minutes. Clouds in the sky are blown from one pole to the other by strong winds. The dust rolled up by the strong wind dyed the sky grayish yellow, and the sunshine became dim. Strong winds tore up the cloth of shopkeepers, uncovered posters on the walls, broke branches, shattered glass windows, blew off high-voltage telephone poles, blew off the hats of pedestrians, messed up the hair and clothes of pedestrians, uprooted trees and overturned roofs. On the road, branches danced like rattan whip, beating pedestrians from time to time. Pedestrians walk with their heads down, their faces covered, and their upper bodies bend forward with difficulty. Despite their best efforts, cyclists still seem to be stuck on the wheels and find it difficult to turn forward. The wind screamed, roared and echoed; Sometimes straight, sometimes messy in all directions, like being hit by a demon; Suddenly swept in and attacked everything on the earth. The wind is really enough to dominate. At this time, the world seems to be no longer a human world. Man was defeated by the strong wind. Strong winds seem to have succeeded temporarily and become the master of the world. Everything has to be ordered by the strong wind, and the dust is its accomplice.

Typhoons are also terrible. Typhoons are often mixed with heavy rains. Ouyang Shan, a writer, described the scene of a typhoon in Sanjiaxiang as follows: As soon as the typhoon came, the crisp autumn south China turned into a gloomy and miserable world. The bright and bright sun was soaked and melted by violent raindrops, and I don't know where it fell. The wind, like a horrible music, keeps playing all day. Flowers and plants fell to the ground. The trees are swaying violently, pulling each other, twisting, cursing and arguing endlessly. Dark clouds in the sky run in the air like demons, and raindrops like thunder, electricity and stones attack each other. ...

Like a wind blowing through my heart, like a drop of water falling among flowers. After a long dream, who became the only person I missed?

Bloom yourself into a quiet and far-reaching flower. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the sea is vast and the sand is flat!

A heart, seemingly motionless, has turned a thousand times. Yes, some people have some things that cannot be crossed in the past. Unforgettable, unforgettable, even though the mountains and rivers are far away, at this moment, it is intimate and close to the heart.

Pillow an elegant song poem, like a dream; Pick a striking red font and enter your heart. Look, the residual temperature in August is still enjoying itself. Listen, I always have you in my heart.

Big miss, thin and cool. Whoever says he wants you will tell you.

No, I will not.

I won't tell you how much I care; I won't tell you how anxious and overwhelmed I am waiting for you; I won't tell you how I silently bless you in the distance. ...

Because, I'm afraid, inadvertently slipped out of the mouth these three words:

I love you! ! !

Sometimes, please allow me to pay and be a happy woman. Sometimes, please allow me to remember and be a sad woman.

In this August day, the pool full of pink lotus blooms wantonly, one after another, and I don't know when I can rest. No reason, I am very happy, because I can still have a missing heart.

That kind of mood, just like laughing through the flowers, is really good.