Aesthetic sentences about reeds

1, late autumn is the season when reed flowers are in full bloom. At present, the endless white, light and soft reed flowers are floating in the wind from Chi Pan. The wind is blowing, the reeds are shaking, and the reeds are flying like snowflakes, which makes me moved, but it makes me unpredictable.

2. Take them to distant places ... With such a gentle stroke, the reed flowers began to tremble. Inadvertently, the flowers scattered, dancing their own melody under the fiery red background, and so they floated all over the floor. They fly like light snow in winter, but they are more elegant than snow; They are flying, such as mini umbrellas, but they are more lovely than umbrellas; They fly like fallen leaves in autumn, but they are lighter than fallen leaves. Floating leisurely and freely, they will become companions and friends with the wind drifting into the stream; Floating into the sky will be the only' white cloud'; Floating back to the reeds will be decorated with white snow.

3, pick a reed flower, snuggle up on your face, soft and itchy, really comfortable. Mature reed flowers are like cotton candy, clusters of down. When the breeze blows, the soft white feather floats up, like a small parachute, up and down, up and down, fluttering leisurely, hovering over the whole village, and the whole village is wrapped in a soft reed flower.

4. The boat passed quietly, and ripples surrounded a large yellow reed and clusters of reed flowers. This flower, snow-white, high above, seems to be dyed. They are as light as fluff, slightly draped on reeds, and indulge in this beautiful scenery unscrupulously. There is always a feeling that even the slightest wind will easily take them away.

In August and September, reeds began to bloom. Hairy reeds are white from a distance, but there are various colors nearby, including milky white, red and light blue. A breeze is blowing, and the reed flowers are like fine cotton wool, swaying in the sun and looking like white waves. The small village floats on this white wave.

6. Lu Hua is like that lady, quiet and elegant, full of aura, and colorful under the sunshine. This reed flower is pure, elegant and elegant. She is above the low level, refuses kitsch, and there is pride in obedience. She was drunk with infinite resilience in the autumn wind, even drunk with generations of poets, and was praised by poets of all ages.

7. Reed drifted into people's homes through windows and landed on tables, chairs and stoves. The reeds that fell in the corner gathered into a fluffy ball, and a gust of wind blew, opening and closing, reminiscent of a sentence by Su Shi describing Huayang in the Song Dynasty, "I am sleepy and charming, but I want to open and close again."

There is a small river in my hometown, which is full of reeds. When autumn comes, the reed flowers are blooming, and the whole village is hidden in the white sea of flowers, which is very beautiful.

9. As the sun sets, the glow of the pond shines. And I will always sit quietly by, looking at the endless, snow-white reed flowers. Forget time, forget place, forget yourself. When the breeze gently blows over the water, the reeds just dance with the wind. Occasionally, a few dragonflies stopped on the tidbits, and I watched quietly. Look, look, I seem to be in it. I myself turned into a dragonfly, flew to this boundless reed pond, stopped on the tidbits, and let the reed touch me gently.