Sentences overlooking the mountains

I stood on the cliff and looked down. The setting sun flushed Qian Shan Wanling. The eagle flies high. I always look up at the eagle, but this time I have to look down. An eagle hovered actively under my feet. How vast, majestic and magnificent the Taihang Mountains in Wan Ren are!

Some of the peaks at the foot are like giants holding out their chests, some are like fairies twisting their waists, some are like swords piercing the sky, some are like flying silver dragons, and the peaks are steep. The past is the masterpiece of natural genius.

On both sides of the valley in the distance, the peaks stand tall and steep. Looking up, I can only see a blue sky, and occasionally a few mountain shadows pass by, as small as dragonflies.

There are thousands of waters in Qian Shan with different expressions, which seems to make me appreciate the majesty of Mount Tai and the strangeness of Mount Lushan. The beauty of Mount Emei is combined with the preciseness of Mount Huangshan.

In the early morning, under the pale sky, the mountains are as black as iron and solemn. The red sun rises and the peaks are dark blue; Then, the mist appeared, and the milky white yarn separated the heavy mountains, leaving only the blue peaks, which really looked like a landscape painting with light brush and ink. After a while, the fog dispersed again, and the exposed rock walls and steep rocks were dyed deep red by the glow of the sun, and gradually turned into bronze, which was particularly magnificent with the green trees and green fields.