What sentences describe the beauty of Hangzhou West Lake?

1, everywhere scenery everywhere poetry. Once you have been to the West Lake, you can't help falling in love with her. Tourists leave not only praise and attachment, but also a romantic dream. The charm of the West Lake can be publicized in Tang poetry and Song poetry, and rendered in layers in sad love stories. In this drizzle, there seems to be a faint feeling, like smoke like a dream.

2. The West Lake is soft and enchanting, some are wild and some are quiet. When there is no wind, the silent West Lake is as quiet and elegant as a virgin, gentle as water, hazy and calm, more like an unpolished mirror, which looks so harmonious. The blue lake is integrated with the sky, which makes me feel as if I can't feel who is the sky and who is the lake. Under the sunshine, the lake is a little golden, like a lady in white. The gold powder on the fluttering skirt is so smooth, so flashing, releasing dazzling light.

On rainy days, the West Lake is a foggy place: the lake is covered with a layer of light silver, while the peaks seem to be covered with a layer of yarn, swaying gently in the wind, which is really charming. The air is still filled with the fragrance of gardenia, which is intoxicating. I saw it all: what a beautiful scenery. Which painter in the world can paint such beautiful scenery and miracles?

4. The beauty of flowers in the West Lake. In the West Lake, flowers can be seen all year round. There are gorgeous pink flowers in spring, clean lotus flowers in summer, sweet-scented osmanthus in autumn and plum blossoms in winter. The West Lake always welcomes guests from afar with the most beautiful flowers. The trees in the West Lake are very beautiful. The flowing wicker by the lake is like a girl's long hair; The towering Metasequoia looks like a handsome and tall guy. Under the crown of the big camphor tree is a good place for tourists to rest and enjoy the cool, and the neatly trimmed bushes are a good place for tourists to play.

The West Lake in the rain is a unique scenery. I saw the drizzle falling on the West Lake, like countless silver lines connecting the sky and the lake, making a rustling sound, like who is singing happily; Willow kept swaying in the breeze and drizzle, as if dancing happily.

1. It was a rainy winter day, and the West Lake stood gracefully in the winter wind, like a girl wearing a veil. Although Su Causeway Xiaochun and Liu Anying can't be seen in the West Lake in winter, you can enjoy Su Dongpo's deep mountains and the wonders of Kong Yu. The water in the West Lake is rippling. At this moment, I feel so calm, thinking about everything and thinking nothing. The willow branches overhead are still wearing green dresses, stretching their charming limbs and brushing my shoulders. The drizzle condensed into water drops on the willow leaves, crystal clear and cool. Drop by drop, knock on the heart window. The West Lake in the rain, like a bride taking a bath, is shyly veiled, soft and full of charm.

On that rainy day, I held an umbrella. Without a trace of joy or sadness in my heart, I quietly stepped on the broken bridge and watched the elves falling from the sky gently buckle ripples in the lake. Of course, some of them are dripped into the West Lake after flapping the lotus leaves. At this time, a veil-like fog gradually floated on the lake. The fog in the south of the Yangtze River slightly blurs the traces in the distance, but it is more and more poetic. I didn't. I didn't question the gift of the West Lake. If it is better, a Jiangnan woman comes from the other end of the broken bridge. I can't. I can't see her face clearly because of the fog. But I can guess her inner peace, and then, we don't. We all looked at each other quietly and learned something.

Along the way, I saw the flowers in Hangzhou-osmanthus and maple trees planted by the West Lake. It's winter in the north, but it's still like late autumn here. The maple leaves on the shore set off the maple forests on the lakeside mountains, and the lakes and mountains are enchanting. The branches of the residual lotus by the lake let the raindrops beat gently, adding a bit of poetry to Xizi Lake.

4. In the cold wind and cold winter, the West Lake is unwilling to be lonely, showing its winter beauty to tourists. In that lonely mountain, snow-white plum blossoms are in full bloom for tourists, waiting for them to enjoy; You can also stand in South Los Angeles.

Looking at the West Lake, Dongpo seems to be standing at the bow, with a beard, inviting wine to the moon and singing to the lake. If we want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always appropriate to wear light makeup and heavy makeup, and he is still floating on the West Lake. Looking at the West Lake in the rain, it seems that Xu Xian, White Snake and Xiaoqing met in the boat that year. The dialogue on the ship and all kinds of stories that happened later are still clear, still accompanied by the West Lake, and have become beautiful legends that have been passed down through the ages. Dreaming of the West Lake, thinking about it, seems to be wandering on the West Lake. Go boating, welcome the bright moon, and sing the eternal farewell song. Turning around, the wind, gently blowing me, seems to leave me in the West Lake, and let me stay in the West Lake forever.

6. A torrential rain poured down, breaking the original sentimental West Lake and awakening the sleeping lotus in the lake. After the rainstorm, the lotus gently stretches its posture, showing its charming charm. Filled with wisps of smoke, the West Lake is picturesque. The pavilions next to it have become clearer after the baptism of heavy rain. The dripping water on the pavilion wall makes a ticking sound from time to time, just like a beautiful tune. At this time, a lilac-like girl, with an oil-paper umbrella, wandered in the pavilions and met this fantastic West Lake.

7. Although the water peak of the West Lake is not as magnificent as the sea in Guilin, the mountains around the West Lake are not as majestic as Mount Tai, the red leaves of Xiangshan are not as hot as fire, and there is no steepness of Huangshan, but their cultural heritage is higher than theirs. Mountains and rivers have wonderful stories. I am deeply attracted by the West Lake, and I can't forget to return.

8. The rain has gradually stopped, and the shadowy mountain is like a sleeping fairy, covered with cicada-like gauze, with various customs and silent eyes, like a blooming lotus. The West Lake also calmed down and nestled in the arms of the mountains. Liu Yang stopped the carnival and quietly washed his wet hair by the lake. Lotus is also very quiet. Several white butterflies are flying around. Flowers, trees and mountains all over the world are dotted with sparkling water drops, crystal clear.

9. The morning dew is still lingering on the leaves, and the flowers wake up from their sleep. I came to the beautiful West Lake. Suddenly, a cold wind blew, making me shiver, and I subconsciously huddled. At this time, I noticed the cool lake in Ming Che. This lake is really big. The lake is white and green. This is the color of life! The sun rises slowly in the east, and the West Lake turns red. The sun is high, reflecting its smiling face and the charm of white clouds. I really have a voice from the heart. The West Lake is really beautiful!

10. The difference between the West Lake in Yangzhou and other places is that it is slender, hence the name Slender West Lake. This area is very small, so it is called "small park" lake. It doesn't feel as big as the reservoirs in some parts of China. It's really ironic. The mountain is not high, the fairy is the spirit, the water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. It is said that romantic Gan Long will come here every time he goes to Jiangnan!

1 1. I don't know when it starts to rain, just like spring rain. The rain is as fine as velvet and as light as flour, floating in the sky with the gentle and comfortable wind. I can. I can't hear the noise around me, neither can I, and I can't feel the dripping rain. It's raining, not wet smoke, and it falls quietly on the lake. The West Lake in the rain is a little hazy, the mountains in the distance fall straight, and the Leifeng Tower has a kind of sadness. The rain fell on the lotus in a daze, and the large lotus showed a moist red color. Flowers without dew are not charming, and willows without dancing are not charming. Willow also gently swaying, this ethereal green, this group of red mist, just like an ink painting, light green ethereal, if there is no, people suddenly feel chaotic.

12. The West Lake is really special. The water in the West Lake is really quiet, as quiet as a mirror. The water in the West Lake is so soft that when people reach in, they can't feel the fluctuation of the water. The water in the West Lake is really green, as green as a piece of jade. The sun shines on the West Lake, making it sparkling. It's really great.

Scenery is everywhere, and poetry is everywhere. Once you have been to the West Lake, you can't help falling in love with her. Tourists leave not only praise and attachment, but also a romantic dream. The charm of the West Lake can be publicized in Tang poetry and Song poetry, and rendered in layers in sad love stories. In this drizzle, it is like a faint feeling, like a dream. The West Lake is soft, charming, wild and sometimes quiet. When there is no wind, the silent West Lake is as quiet and elegant as a virgin, gentle as water, hazy and calm, more like an unpolished mirror, which looks so harmonious. The blue lake is integrated with the sky, which makes me feel as if I can't feel who is the sky and who is the lake. Under the sunshine, the lake is a little golden, like a lady in white. The gold powder on the fluttering skirt is so smooth, so flashing, releasing dazzling light. On rainy days, the West Lake is a foggy place: the lake is covered with a layer of light silver, while the peaks seem to be covered with a layer of yarn, swaying gently in the wind, which is really charming. The air is still filled with the fragrance of gardenia, which is intoxicating. I saw it all: what a beautiful scenery. Which painter in the world can paint such beautiful scenery and miracles? 4. The beauty of flowers in the West Lake. In the West Lake, flowers can be seen all year round. There are gorgeous pink flowers in spring, clean lotus flowers in summer, sweet-scented osmanthus in autumn and plum blossoms in winter. The West Lake always welcomes guests from afar with the most beautiful flowers. The trees in the West Lake are very beautiful. The flowing wicker by the lake is like a girl's long hair; The towering Metasequoia looks like a handsome and tall guy. Under the crown of the big camphor tree is a good place for tourists to rest and enjoy the cool, and the neatly trimmed bushes are a good place for tourists to play. The West Lake in the rain is a unique scenery. I saw the drizzle falling on the West Lake, like countless silver lines connecting the sky and the lake, making a rustling sound, like who is singing happily; Willow kept swaying in the breeze and drizzle, as if dancing happily. 1. It was a rainy winter day, and the West Lake stood gracefully in the winter wind, like a girl wearing a veil. Although Su Causeway Xiaochun and Liu Anying can't be seen in the West Lake in winter, you can enjoy Su Dongpo's deep mountains and the wonders of Kong Yu. The water in the West Lake is rippling. At this moment, I feel so calm, thinking about everything and thinking nothing. The willow branches overhead are still wearing green dresses, stretching their charming limbs and brushing my shoulders. The drizzle condensed into water drops on the willow leaves, crystal clear and cool. Drop by drop, knock on the heart window. The West Lake in the rain, like a bride taking a bath, is shyly veiled, soft and full of charm. On that rainy day, I held an umbrella. Without a trace of joy or sadness in my heart, I quietly stepped on the broken bridge and watched the elves falling from the sky gently buckle ripples in the lake. Of course, some of them are dripped into the West Lake after flapping the lotus leaves. At this time, a veil-like fog gradually floated on the lake. The fog in the south of the Yangtze River slightly blurs the traces in the distance, but it is more and more poetic. I didn't. I didn't question the gift of the West Lake. If it is better, a Jiangnan woman comes from the other end of the broken bridge. I can't. I can't see her face clearly because of the fog. But I can guess her inner peace, and then, we don't. We all looked at each other quietly and learned something. Along the way, I saw the flowers in Hangzhou-osmanthus and maple trees planted by the West Lake. It's winter in the north, but it's still like late autumn here. The maple leaves on the shore set off the maple forests on the lakeside mountains, and the lakes and mountains are enchanting. The branches of the residual lotus by the lake let the raindrops beat gently, adding a bit of poetry to Xizi Lake. 4. In the cold wind and cold winter, the West Lake is unwilling to be lonely, showing its winter beauty to tourists. In that lonely mountain, snow-white plum blossoms are in full bloom for tourists, waiting for them to enjoy; You can also stand in South Lake and enjoy the snow scene of a lake. It is snowing in the sky. Looking around, it is really as cold as ice.

Looking at the West Lake, Dongpo seems to be standing at the bow, holding a fluttering beard, inviting wine to the moon and singing to the lake. It's always appropriate to compare the West Lake with the writing style. It's still floating on the swaying West Lake. Looking at the West Lake in the rain, it seems that Xu Xian, White Snake and Xiaoqing met in the boat that year. The dialogue on the ship and all kinds of stories that happened later are still clear, still accompanied by the West Lake, and have become beautiful legends that have been passed down through the ages. Dreaming of the West Lake, thinking about it, seems to be wandering on the West Lake. Go boating, welcome the bright moon, and sing the eternal farewell song. Turning around, the wind, gently blowing me, seems to leave me in the West Lake, and let me stay in the West Lake forever. 6. A torrential rain poured down, breaking the original sentimental West Lake and awakening the sleeping lotus in the lake. After the rainstorm, the lotus gently stretches its posture, showing its charming charm. Filled with wisps of smoke, the West Lake is picturesque. The pavilions next to it have become clearer after the baptism of heavy rain. The dripping water on the pavilion wall makes a ticking sound from time to time, just like a beautiful tune. At this time, a lilac-like girl, with an oil-paper umbrella, wandered in the pavilions and met this fantastic West Lake. 7. Although the water peak of the West Lake is not as magnificent as the sea in Guilin, the mountains around the West Lake are not as majestic as Mount Tai, the red leaves of Xiangshan are not as hot as fire, and there is no steepness of Huangshan, but their cultural heritage is higher than theirs. Mountains and rivers have wonderful stories. I am deeply attracted by the West Lake, and I can't forget to return. 8. The rain has gradually stopped, and the shadowy mountain is like a sleeping fairy, covered with cicada-like gauze, with various customs and silent eyes, like a blooming lotus. The West Lake also calmed down and nestled in the arms of the mountains. Liu Yang stopped the carnival and quietly washed his wet hair by the lake. Lotus is also very quiet. Several white butterflies are flying around. Flowers, trees and mountains are all over the world.