Sentences about landscape

The misty distant mountains, covered with a veil, are faintly visible, drifting away in the misty clouds, just like a few strokes of light ink, smeared on the blue horizon.

Although the mountain is silent, it is not. The waterfall that falls straight down is its roar like a crack in the ground; The gurgling stream is its beautiful piano sound; The gurgling spring is the display of its wonderful sound; The roaring pines are the mountain's protest against the strong wind; The crisp ticking is the record of the mountains to the past years.

The river broke through the mountain wall and rushed down; Pentium noisy river, such as hanging waterfall, diarrhea in Wan Li.

On the vast river, the shadow of the mountain tower is rippling in smoke waves.

Beautiful winding mountains, winding, like a sleeping dragon. Climbing the first step overlooking, white clouds are everywhere, and the peaks are shrouded in clouds. One after another, the top of the mountain leaned out of the clouds, like hibiscus emerging from the water.

The combination of mountains and water is the combination of static and dynamic, and the combination of monotony and wonderful constitutes the most beautiful scenery. Exploring in the green hills and boating in the green waters ... great!

Water, so smart and beautiful, is fascinating; Water is so vigorous and full of infinite passion. Sometimes it's called tenderness, and sometimes it's called roaring. This is the personality of water. The magnificence of waterfalls, the surging waves, the tinkling of springs and the gurgling of rivers are all eternal day and night.

Mountains, stretching; Mountain, steep and straight; Towering mountains ... mountains, majestic, reminiscent of the five mountains; Mountain, novel and beautiful, reminds people of Emei Mountain, like a saint admired by thousands of people, whose nature is calm, which silently interprets the broadness, solemnity and solemnity of life. ...

The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the green trees are dripping green. Looking up, the peaks cover the sky, the feet are clear and gurgling, and the rocks are lying on the waves. The beauty of the mountain in the rain is completely without it. If it exists, it has obviously become a transpiration fog with the fluttering veil. If not, show your face between clouds and clouds, which is more cordial.

The mountains are green, the clear water is like a mirror, the green hills are floating, the reflection is graceful, and the scenery on both sides of the strait is like a hundred-mile gallery.

The next morning, I got up and opened the curtains, only to find that Yucang Mountain, which had experienced a night of wind and rain, was so beautiful: under the blue sky, the sun was shining and the jagged hills were covered with stones with different expressions. Last night's thunderstorm and yesterday's misty rain seemed like a dream that had already turned into dust.