Appreciation of Qiu Si's Scenery Sentences

2. The soil in the forest is mixed with a fresh smell, the grass slowly probes, and the unknown light green spreads quietly at the roots, in the bushes and at your feet. Like a faint gouache.

3. When the blessings are blowing from the river wind, when the young flowers are quietly taken away, can you still dig out a happy streamer from that thick youth photo album and feel the eyes of the closest person who follows you through the broken window of the old house?

Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk.

5, open the window, drizzle silently sprinkled on my face, feeling gentle and lubricated, like a thin layer of golden bead cream, nourishing my skin, comfortable and static; The breeze gently brushed my face, like a lover's breath blowing on my face, with a faint fragrance, especially fresh.

6. The ravine is full of snow, which is as high as the back of the mountain and has become a flat snow paved square.

It was a summer without rain for a long time. The old loaches in the field were all turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped a few inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.

8. The mist has dissipated, and the silver moonlight covers the vast beach like a dazzling widow's mourning. There is not a boat on the river, not even a trace of microwave can be seen. There is peace everywhere on the river bank, which is like the endless peace that death brings to the suffering patients.

9. The sun shines on the sparkling lake, like a layer of shiny broken silver on the water and a layer of wrinkled green satin.

10, overlapping mountains, without seeing a village or a paddy field. These mountains are like some drunken old people, one after another, sleeping for tens of millions of years. No one dares to awaken their dreams, and no one dares to go deep into their hearts. Even adventurous hunters only go to their feet and chase goats, wild boar and birds running down from the mountains. Never.

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1 1, willow leaves are rolling, flowers and grass are low, the earth is steaming, the lake is boiling hot, and dragonflies fly low around the lake. This is it telling the fish: good news-it's going to rain!