A short sentence describing the beautiful scenery of Xitang in the rain

1. What sentences describe the beautiful street scene in the rain? 1. It was raining lightly, ticking and falling on the street. I looked out of the window, listening to the rain, and closed my eyes slightly.

2. The rain outside the window, the lingering rain flowers flying, the beautiful memories in the drizzle, fueled by the inner and wet impulses, will it be more beautiful to walk alone in the street in the night rain? I believe it must be a kind of quiet and lonely beauty.

3. The stone road of Wuzhen ancient house is washed by rain all the year round, and moss grows in the cracks, showing the traces of time. However, in this spring atmosphere, solemn old houses and cold slate also reflect soft green and blend with nature.

4. Walking on the road in Xitang, kicking the stones on the roadside, quietly watching the tranquility around, green water lingering around the white wall, red flowers falling on the blue tiles, and the winding river singing in the morning and sunset.

5, Xitang night, the heavy quiet, blurred lanterns, the surfer's shadow firmly tied to the bench on the waterfront colonnade, just like a tired sail, a soft-hearted cat. Hatred blows a flute, crazy says a sword, two kinds of ecstasy.

6. Several deep alleys, like pages of ancient history, tell the vicissitudes of the ancient town of Tang Xi. Among them, Shipi Alley is the most interesting: a slender alley extruded by white wall bricks frames a slender sky.

7. The small brown wooden boat in Xitang is on the shore, like a baby sleeping in bed. The empty misty and rainy corridor, like a lonely alley, adds beautiful colors to the quaint Xitang.

8. Jiangnan is charming because of Xitang, which is beautiful because of water. The water of Xitang originated in the Spring and Autumn Period, wrapped in the rhyme of tang style Song Dynasty, dressed in the stars and moons of Ming and Qing Dynasties, passed through the world of mortals for thousands of years, deposited in the years, and exuded charming elegance.

9. The veranda built in Xitang Street extends parallel to the river like an oolong, forming a unique landscape; Colorful modern commodities coexist harmoniously with ancient streets and lanes, showing ancient charm and present style.

10, Wu Peng's boat in Xitang rippled on the blue river, shuttling through various bridge opening. The tourists on the boat and the pedestrians on the bridge set each other off and became interesting, forming an intoxicating picture of "the upper and lower shadows meet at the bottom of the waves, and people cross the water."

1 1. Walking into Shipilong and stepping on the narrow, deep and mysterious stone road sounds like exploring the world of mortals through time and space. Bazhen cake, wooden crisp, steamed meat with lotus leaf powder, highlighting the characteristic food culture. The ink painting Xitang in Jiangnan water town is memorable.

12, Xitang has an antique building with white tiles and blue walls, and it is best to have a fluffy layer of moss on the tiles. A small pavilion full of charm was built by the water, and a smart awning boat swayed in the water.

13, the night in Xitang is more beautiful. A string of red lanterns will be lit, harmonious red light will illuminate the white walls and blue tiles, and bright colors will be poured into the water. Standing on the top of the stone bridge overlooking the dreamy street scenes on both sides is like being in a flowing oil painting by Van Gogh.

14. Walking into Xitang, narrow alleys, long verandahs, red lanterns and wooden boats full of guests by the river set each other off in an interesting and quaint picture.

15, melted in the night in Xitang. Willows are weeping on both sides, residual ponds are rippling, bridges are flowing, and corridors are winding. This scene is more intoxicating than the book "Ancient Bridges in Tongcun, Long Corridor of Smoke Gathering".

16, the night view of Xitang, the most beautiful thing should be the red lanterns spreading along the river under dark color, quietly changing this red suit for the river, accompanied by a breeze, swaying the lanterns in the water, blurring the dreams of tourists.

2. Sentence 1 describing the ancient town of Jiangnan in rainy days. Shuixiushan has a long eyebrow, and when he returns, he leans leisurely against the small pavilion window. Jiang Nanyu was puzzled by the spring breeze, and he found a guest to taste it in Xiaoyu Lane.

2. I heard that Jiangnan is a wine town, and pedestrians on the road want to be heartbroken. Who knows that Jiangnan is not drunk, laughing at the spring breeze.

Jiangnan is beautiful, with rain and smoke painted everywhere. Girls are gentle and tearful. Spring comes and winter comes, and the scenery remains the same. Only show Jiangnan.

4. Jiangnan dream, ethereal fairy. Peach blossoms and willow leaves are even more hazy. A gifted scholar and a beautiful woman drew a beautiful face. Also linger at this time.

5. the diaphragm remembers Jiangnan, and the heart is lost. Looking at Jiangnan in the evening, I feel very happy. The breeze dreams of Jiangnan, and the heart floats. Pick up the fragrance and send it to Jiangnan.

6. Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

7. Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red bananas. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge.

8. Sad leaves will never come back. Even if the trees are full of flowers, the new branches are not old branches. And the water is late.

9. Don't hate it, it's the end of the world. I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking. The water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying the Yun Lan and slanting. After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. After all, Qian Fan is not here, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken!

10. Spring has passed! Thank you, Los Angeles is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels. Sitting alone is also a sigh.

3. Beautiful sentences describing the West Lake in rainy days. It rains after drinking Chu Qing on the lake.

[Song] Su Shi

The water is bright and the eyes are bright, and the mountains are rainy. It is always appropriate to compare the West Lake to the West Lake.

Drunk book in Wang Hu Building on June 27th.

[Song] Su Shi

Dark clouds turned over the ink and didn't cover the mountain, white rain jumped off the boat, the wind came and went, and the lake was launched.

Pan-West Lake at night

[Song] Su Shi

Water is boundless, lotus Ye Xiang. Gradually, the temples in the distance are brightly lit, and we can't see the lake until the moonlight is dark.

Drunk books in Wang Hu building

Black clouds sprinkle ink and half cover the hills.

Bai Yu jumped into the boat.

The wind came and blew away.

Overlooking the lake, the water is like the sky.

4. Beautiful scenery in the rain describes the beautiful scenery in the rain.

1, the house in the distance is misty, just like a mirage. The mountains are undulating, vague and smoky, just like a fairyland on earth. Pieces of green have different shades, like a sea of green!

2. The rain hit the ground, splashing like a naughty child and disappearing without a trace. But the starry sky on the side greedily sucks the rain and nourishes itself. The rain hit the leaves mercilessly, making a crackling noise, and the rain hit the tiles flowed down the cracks and fell to the ground. The water surged like a waterfall, and the knock on the door broke the silence in front of the door.

Rain hits the window and makes a "tick, tick" sound. The sky is like a big sieve, tirelessly sprinkling raindrops like silver coins on the earth. In the distance, the buildings shrouded in rainy mountains are like a mirage, which makes people elusive, and sometimes red light shines, giving people a little warmth.

5. Poem describing the scenery of the ancient town of Tang Xi 1, first meeting Xitang Author: Qin Hai and you read a poem: Jiangshan is looking for you in the drizzle, the blue brick boat is your shadow, and the bluestone path is the trace of years.

Pass through Beizha West Street and Yu Yan Corridor, gently approach your side, walk by the river with an oil-paper umbrella, and watch the breeze of willows on the other side, and the kitchen smoke is faint. Holding a cup of tea, counting the raindrops dripping from the roof tiles, despising the silence of the Millennium.

You traveled to ancient times and touched my heart. It's the gentleness of your bow and smile. 2. Dream of staying in Xitang/above the wind, the wind of Wu and the water of the whole country sway to the taste of Tang and Song Dynasties. Whose oiled paper umbrella opens my heart? Water goes under the window and waves hit the lintel. This river is a long street flowing quietly. There is a Tencel carved on the bluestone board in Xitang. A living town in the south of the Yangtze River, living the taste of traveling through time and space. I dare not lift my feet too hard, for fear of leaning my head back and putting out my cigarette. Soot stains your clothes and defiles your quiet beauty. The brightest night is when the stars surface. Red lanterns are piled up in the waves. Who accompanied the imperial concubine to get drunk for thousands of years? Wu Peng's song was sung softly on the boat. The road behind the two sides is paved with rainbows, leading the feelings of the north and the south to touch the tears of things. Who will roll up their worries and waves and get into bridge opening and flow to the distant sky? I don't want to be tired and sit at the entrance of Yanyulou Road. People and things in Xitang feel the beauty of harmony. A plate of stinky tofu is filled with sauce and snails. I drank a little wine leisurely, sipping the beautiful scenery of Xitang one after another. I come gently, just as I dare not pick a bud on the roadside. I leave my dream in Xitang and drive away the fatigue during the day with the ancient charm of nature. I also left my love in Xitang to read the beautiful scenery on earth that you and I can't finish reading. I am waiting for a blooming water lily by Xitang Bridge in Feng Chun. Should I follow the thin rain, or should I follow the fisherman's paddle pattern? I don't know what kind of lotus petals are covered under the paradise umbrella beside the corridor. I was looking for a shy water lily in Xitang, so I went through the whole spring. People flowed one after another along Tang poetry and Song poetry, along the fingers of mother silkworm, and my eyes wet my feet and shoulders./I was looking for a lotus in my sunset in Xitang, which was saturated with poetry. She should be dyed white and pink by me There is a dragonfly beside her ear. It fluttered the wings of the wedding dress. Please keep your voice down. I don't understand your dialect. I'm just looking for a water lily, a drop of rain and a flower ... I've been walking. In the fragrance of lilies, egrets really flew in the rain that year. Water splashed on the river/your dimples ... Why do I always find the right direction in bamboo slips but miss the lyrics season? At Xitang Bridge, when I slowly looked up, when you suddenly looked back from the ancient style, tears for thousands of years slipped in my heart ... 4. In Xitang that year, author: Liu stayed in Xitang, stayed in an inn, rested on a horse, learned Wu language on an old willow tree, and sat on the porch when he was tired of singing. Look at the water in the Spring and Autumn Period, which came through the Tang and Song Dynasties. After me, I wandered far away from heaven and earth. There must be someone like me, far away from home. Although I sometimes sigh, I am grateful to be in Xitang. A bamboo, a few old stones, and even an ant repeatedly teased by Huaying will become him. At that time, it was crisp in autumn, and Xitang was still bustling late at night, watching the bright moon coming down from Huanxiu Bridge and bypassing the hall of blessing. Take a boat, paddle alone, and the sound of water is far away. I got up and waved. At that moment, the old house, Gu Xiang, vines, seven old Temple and I, together with the running water at the stern and the dark and bright Xitang, were all clear times and the source of the gurgling flow of love and mercy. 5. Xitang, March 3rd Author: Liu Dongfeng spinning, March 3rd, Xitang Dyeing House dyed the blue sky red. Sitting under the blue sky-every silkworm is a white cloud, and every tile is a pair of spreading wings. When the sun is getting warmer, one ancient tree after another turns into the legendary phoenix, so that hundreds of birds can be reborn, every stone bridge can play the piano, and several new bamboos can wear the robes of spring breeze and sing Xitang for a day, which will last forever. This ubiquitous sadness and joy is in Xitang. You can be full of compassion, but you can put yourself in the other's shoes and let the grievances go with the wind. You can brew a few jars of wine and a cup of green tea in Xitang. Give it to middle-aged people from afar, let him be kind and happy, and let him appear in front of himself. Let him bring the source of spring from Xitang to every deserted place.

6. Swimming in Xitang in the rain [swimming in Xitang in the rain]

Today is June 3rd, 10. Influenced by the typhoon "Dragon King", it rained in Mao Mao, but the five of us went to the ancient town Xitang to play and swim in the rain. As soon as I arrived at Xitang, the ancient town, the feeling of Jiangnan water town suddenly came to my mind, with short houses, bricks and stones, and stone roads; Small bridges and flowing water. We walked on the Wolong Bridge first. Every carved dragon and lion on the Wolong Bridge is perfectly carved. We took some photos on it. Standing on the bridge, at first glance, the river is clear, the willow leaves are green, and the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan water town is panoramic. Then, we walked slowly along the misty rain corridor The so-called promenade is actually a street with a roof. In the past, businessmen set up a shed in front of the store to do business on rainy days. Now it has become a beautiful scenery. The misty rain corridor is a major feature of the ancient town of xitang. Basically, it is a circle around the ancient town Xitang, which feels very special. The promenade can keep out the sun and rain, and the breeze blows, so it won't get too much sun like other places. We walked and watched the scenery, posing in various shapes and taking pictures. Although it rained intermittently, it didn't affect our interest in playing at all. For us, time is fixed and life is leisurely. We walked by the river under the veranda and red lanterns, as if in a dream. The scenery is infinite, with water on one side and people on the other. Along the way, some people along the street are drying edamame, some are making zongzi, some are making stoves, and the children are playing carefree ... Xitang also has various special snacks, such as Euryale ferox cakes, malt cakes, smoked green beans, dried kohlrabi, steamed pork and tofu flowers ... Along the way, the fragrance of various snacks is fragrant everywhere, and I can't help but buy them to satisfy my hunger. Traveling in Xitang in the rain has a unique flavor. Finally, we reluctantly left the ancient town Xitang, which is really a beautiful place.

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7. Description of beautiful scenery in the rain 1. The houses in the distance are misty, like a mirage.

The mountains are undulating, vague and smoky, just like a fairyland on earth. Pieces of green have different shades, like a sea of green! 2. The rain hit the ground, splashing like a naughty child and disappearing without a trace.

But the starry sky on the side greedily sucks the rain and nourishes itself. The rain hit the leaves mercilessly, making a crackling noise, and the rain hit the tiles flowed down the cracks and fell to the ground.

The water surged like a waterfall, and the knock on the door broke the silence in front of the door. Rain hits the window and makes a "tick, tick" sound.

The sky is like a big sieve, tirelessly sprinkling raindrops like silver coins on the earth. In the distance, the buildings shrouded in rainy mountains are like a mirage, which makes people elusive, and sometimes red light shines, giving people a little warmth.