Beautiful sentences describing this village

1. Poems describing the village We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. -Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

Rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers, village south village north ring car, cattle clothes ancient willow selling cucumbers. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha, rustling clothes and towels falling jujube flowers"

One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green. -Wang Anshi's "Mr. Shu Lake Yin Wall"

No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly -Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II

There is a lonely village at the foot of the mountain and a lonely plateau on the horizon. -Wang Wei's Seven Pastoral Songs, No.5

Fisherman by apricot tree altar, family in peach blossom garden. -Wang Wei's seven pastoral poems (3)

2. Find a poem describing the countryside: Fan Chengda's Four Seasons in the Countryside (1). Plums are golden and apricots are fat, cauliflower is white, and wheat flower is thin. No one has ever fallen on the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. Weng Juan's "April in the Country" is full of green, and it rains like smoke. In April in the countryside, there are few idle people, and silkworms are inserted into the fields. Yang Wanli's Flowers on the Tree Don't Grow into Shades. The children hurried after Huang Die, but there was no place to find cauliflower. Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (Part II) plows during the day, and the children in the village mind their own business. Children and grandchildren did not solve the problem of farming and weaving, but also learned to grow melons by mulberry shade. Xin Qiji's residence in Qingpingle Village has low eaves and green grass beside the stream. When they are drunk, Wu Yin and Xiang Mei are good. Lying at the head of a stream peeling lotus flowers. Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm. We look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue in remote mountainous areas. We open the windows of your garden and field, and talk about mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. Wait until the holiday in the mountains, and I will come back to Luyou to write "Your Shanxi Village" in chrysanthemum time. Farmhouse wine is muddy, and there are enough chickens and dolphins to stay in good years. There is no road to doubt in the mountains, and there is another village. Wang Anshi's "Mr. Shu Huyin's Wall" has a long and quiet eaves without moss. Flowers and trees are all planted by hand. Protecting the field with one water will surround the green, and two mountains will send green. In the countryside under the setting sun, cattle and sheep went home along the path. An old man was shut in the door of a thatched cottage, leaning on a stick, thinking of his son, the shepherd boy, the pheasant and the wheat seedling performing, the silkworm sleeping, and the peeled mulberry leaves greeted him kindly. In other words, I envy leisure and am disappointed. Wang Wei's "In Spring" The old man looks at the new calendar. A glum traveler. Modern Poetry: Rural Writing before Wheat Harvest/The fields in Tao Sha are so quiet that the wind flows among the golden wheat awns. The fields are so quiet, and crows are melodious in the distant villages. It was so quiet in the field that two donkeys, one big and one small, came into their eyes. It's so quiet in the wheat ridge, watching the wind and watching the grass. The field is really quiet, like some kind of pre-war precursor, and like waiting for the dawn of the night. Yun Qi Mountain first met you on a winter afternoon. I don't know. Whether the sun dyes you yellow or you dye the sun yellow. You have waist-length hair, which is brushed by the wind and makes golden waves. Some nameless flowers are randomly inserted in your long hair, which makes you more affectionate and full of golden maturity. Every inch of skin gives me an impulse to touch. I've always wanted to lie in your lingering ups and downs and feel your deepest feelings. I even want to be the grass around you, laugh together, watch the sun rise and fall for thousands of years, and watch you rain or shine. Standing in the highest place in southern Hunan with firm infatuation every day, I always hope to see my dreams first. The cloud must be your daughter. Otherwise she wouldn't stay in her arms. How did she persuade the mountain beyond the mountain to stay? Although one or two naughty flowers could not help but leave quietly, you finally turned around resolutely. You listen to the songs of every bird in the most gentle way, and you look at the blooming of every mountain flower with the most leisurely eyes. Only the mountain stream runs day and night. Interpreting your loneliness on high places will always be a day of grass. Brilliance is only the confession of the season, and the eternal green at the foot of the mountain is your commitment to spring. Country poems recall the midday sun shining on the green leaves of the tree, and the warm wind blowing the skirts of the girls under the tree. A tall goat, covered with snow-like hair, swaggered in the beating light, the ancient tomb was rediscovered, and the light of glass lamps patrolled the crowd. The blue slate, which smells of copper, was inadvertently carved by children. Behind the sunset is dusk. The oil dealer's bell disappeared at the entrance to the village. That forever old pagoda tree is full of birds chirping and people singing. The blue smoke in Grandpa White Beard's snuff-box smoked out a sad legend. I remember that night many years ago, when you were wearing a shirt full of moonlight, you came from here in towards the distant, and you never came back heartbroken. It's really a day when my intestines are going to break. It's not very blue anymore. The child herding cattle broke an iris after the rain and took it home.

3. The sentence describing the village is 1. In the village, crowing of chickens, barking of dogs, Ma Si and Niu Jiao, together with people's laughter, make up a vibrant morning song.

2. More than 90 families in the whole mountain village are covered under green grape racks.

More than a dozen diaojiao buildings covered with green branches and leaves are immersed in the deep blue sea like coral reefs.

In the moonlight, trees, houses and mounds are covered with gauze. The land outside the village seems to be asleep, so quiet. How mysterious.

In the middle of winter, Ukrainian farmers' huts are hidden in layers of snow, just like groups of boats in stormy valleys.

6. Under the grayish yellow sky. There are several desolate villages far and near.

7. A lonely village on granite hangs there like a real bird's nest.

8. When I first came to the countryside, a charming scenery came into view, and I couldn't help crying: Ah, what a beautiful scenery! Lush trees stand tall and the mountains are winding and undulating. In the field, farmers' uncles are busy planting rice seedlings. At that moment, they became great painters, and the field was their picture scroll. They draw their hearts on scrolls with the pen of nature. Although their paintings are not the most famous works of art in the world, they are the most beautiful masterpieces.

9. White walls and green tiles, trees are shaded, and rivers pass through the village. The simple old man in the village sat in the shade and shook the cattail leaf fan to enjoy the cool. The children are running around and playing. In the field, the crops are green and attractive, and the weeding people sweat like rain.

10. This village has a long history. It is said that there is a very big locust tree in our village passing through the Eighth Route Army. There is a big hole under the tree, which can hide four people. The eighth route army is hiding in this hole. Survived a bullet. From then on, the name of our village was called Sophora japonica bottom.

In the valley, there is a beautiful small village. The forest on the mountain is lush, the river in front of the village is crystal clear, the sky is blue and deep, and the air is fresh and sweet.

12. The night in the village is quiet and empty. The occasional footsteps and vague voices on the road caused the neighbors' dogs to bark together. The barking of dogs spread all over the village. The moon is hidden in the clouds for a while and in the water for a while. In the moonlight, the sleep in the village is practical and hearty. Everything that happens in the moonlight is a secret. Don't say.

13. Both sides of the village path are covered with rice and various vegetables, and a little fruit stands on the roadside, swaying branches and leaves. The breeze crept in quietly, blowing a faint fragrance, and also made the villagers who were working show a gratified smile.

14. There are all kinds of crops around the village, including heavy red sorghum, curved ears of grain and soybeans, corn that has burst its belly and shiny cotton. There are peanuts, sweet potatoes and radishes in the ground, all dug up by hardworking people. The joy of harvest blooms on the faces of adults.

15. There is only a small pile of bare wheat straw covered with flying snow outside the village.

16. Light blue smoke rises from the village. The fragrance of rice and rape drifted with the wind.

17. Pyramid-like haystacks are sparsely arranged on the land, and the sun shines on them, shining with dazzling golden light.

18. The cottages in the fruit tree forest are scattered all over the place, with smoke curling and unpredictable, green trees, red walls and black tiles, which is an idyllic southern pastoral scenery.

19. The field is in sight. The forest is listening. On the other side of the field, Bonnikov village sat like an old lady, putting everything that appeared in the field and everything that could be heard and felt in the forest. Put them all in your pocket.

20. Wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, and scattered villages are unsinkable ships.

2 1. Agile children run on the dry road covered with barefoot footprints, and they can hear the happy chat of farmers washing clothes by the pool and the axe of farmers repairing plows and rakes in the yard.

22. Tunzili. In front of the window and under the eaves of every household, there are strings of red peppers, a beeping mountain Queena Ding, a red buttercup and a tender ear of corn qianzi, which are cooked for winter.

23. Over the hill, a yellow mud wall is faintly exposed, and the wall is covered with rice stalks.

24. On the hillside above the village stands an old windmill, which can be blown by winds from all directions.

25. Deep in the valley, around the lake, there is a village where the sunlight reflects colorful autumn colors in the orchard.

26. There is a long strip of cultivated land in the village. One gray Pu Tian after another. Pu Tian is a network path with pear trees and plum trees.

27. Although no one can be seen in this ravine, the red fruits on persimmon trees and the smoke from cooking stoves along the way add a little vitality.

28. On the farm, piles of sorghum stalks and bean stalks, large and small, crouched there alone.

29. Strings of corn, dried apples and peaches strung together with ropes hang on the wall like knots, and many red peppers are mixed together like decorations.

30. The night is really deep, the birds are silent, and only the frogs on the edge of the field play a cheerful music. If you are still awake, you can still hear the pastoral symphony played by crickets, frogs and crickets.

4. Is it enough to write poems about the countryside so soon? There seems to be no one on Wangweikong Mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I hear a voice. The sun is shining through the Woods and coming at me from the green moss. Wang Wei's "Wu Xinyi Mudi Hibiscus" has red calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, all flowers bloom and fall. In Wang Wei's Autumn Clear, after the rain, the mountains are empty, standing in the autumn night, the moonlight in the pine forest, the crystal stone in the stream, the bamboo leaves are still happy with the girl, and the lotus leaves leave the fishing boat. Take a relaxing spring break, Wang Fang. In the spring stream, Wang Wei's "Wei Shui Nong Jia" is in the countryside under the setting sun. Cattle and sheep go home along the path. An old man leans on a crutch at the door of a thatched cottage, thinking about his son. Is there a whistling pheasant in the shepherd boy? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves meet Fu Tian and say goodbye to each other. In other words, they advocate leisure and their songs are in decline. Wang Jian's Tian Jia Xing has a male voice and a female voice, and people don't complain. Although it is hot in May, the eaves are full of cars and wild silkworms are singing. Zhang Ji's "Wild Old Songs" The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. Uncle Miao's tax is not allowed to be eaten, and it will turn into soil when it is input into the official warehouse. At the end of the year, he hoed the plow beside the empty room and clamoured to climb the mountain to collect acorns. There are hundreds of pearls in the Xijiang family, and dogs are kept on board to eat meat. Nie's "Wounded Heavenly Armor" sells new silk in February and harvests crops in May. He cured his eyes and his wound. The thunder startled you. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Ding Zhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge. When he comes back, he often takes a sip of water from Xixi. Hunger is not painful, but he is happy. There is no accommodation in the warehouse, and the corvee hasn't. If he is ashamed of not cultivating, Lu will eat out. Du Xunhe should have no intention of evading the levy. In Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring, spring pigeons are singing in the house, and apricot flowers are white at the edge of the tree. Yang Shulin was cut far away with one axe, and the lotus hoe shoveled the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. When they are in danger, they will feel dissatisfied and travel far. Meng Haoran crossed the old village and prepared chicken rice for me. As an old friend, in the snow in Xiaoxiang Dongting, the fisherman's net was frozen, and Mo Yan shot geese and sang sangbow. Last year, rice was very expensive for the army, but this year, rice is very cheap, which hurts farmers. High motorcycle officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish more than birds, so you should kill Nan for nothing. I heard that men and women are killed everywhere, and kindness and love are rented .. When will the sadness of this song end? The article "Song of Burning" looks up at Nanshan, and the mountain burns Shan Ye. The reddish dusk disappeared and the short flame was reconnected. The difference is that I went to the rock and Lingqingbi in Ran Ran. The lowest one is exhausted with the return air, and the farthest one shines on the eaves. Neighbors can chat and lean on it. Saying Chu is more vulgar, burning her is Zaotian. Bean seedlings are urged by insects and spent on fences. After the mulberry date is returned, the fire blows the white grass and the vine reflects the waist sickle. The wind drives the oak leaves to smoke, and the oak trees connect the hills. Stars fell from the sky, and flying embers fell on the steps. Mother crow groaned on her back, cursing the rich times. Who knows, the lush appearance is an official tax. Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Fun (I) has golden plums and plump apricots, and the wheat flowers are white.

5. Good words and sentences describing the countryside 1. After the rain, the fresh air on the muddy road comes to the nose, and the fragrance of wild flowers curls around you, making you linger. The grass that was dirty at first suddenly seemed to be reborn, and the young trees struggled tenaciously in the wind and rain. How striking the green branches and leaves are! Birds are also singing at the top of the tree, and the crisp songs and the rustling of leaves make people feel relaxed and happy.

2. Without the hustle and bustle of the city and the traffic of the city, the countryside looks quiet and clean, and I can hear the clear calls of birds. Crowds of sparrows chirped, then landed on the telephone poles, like notes on the staff, then jumped around the branches, chirped, flew around in the air and crossed a beautiful arc. ...

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Chickens and dogs hear each other before and after melons, beans and melons. Chickens and ducks are everywhere in the yard. The countryside is beautiful, the soil is fertile, the water is beautiful, the life is quiet and the houses are scattered.

The scenery is beautiful. Every family crows. The Samma Canal is intensively cultivated. Slash-and-burn slash-and-burn slash-and-burn weeds are mixed

The scenery in barren areas is charming, beautiful and quiet, and new green buildings crisscross the terraces. At first glance, the seedlings are thriving and the rice is blooming.

Golden wheat waves, boundless wheat waves, rolling rice waves, rolling valleys, a bumper harvest is in sight, six livestock are thriving, beef brisket is plump, Ma Zhuang people cheer and horses neigh, and there is no one there.

Abandoned wild shops are desolate, dilapidated, dilapidated, backcountry, narrow paths, muddy sludge, muddy water, dilapidated and desolate mountain villages, and desolate scenery.

The dusty land is barren. The barren land is vast and sparsely populated.

3. Rural life is free, unrestrained and colorful. I also want to go to the country to live this free, unrestrained and colorful country life.

6. The lowest sentence describing the countryside is 0.27 yuan. Open a library member to view the full content > Original Publisher: Virgo Mushroom Cloud Sentence 1 Describe the rural scenery. Eggplants are very low-key plants, and their branches and leaves are almost stuck on the black soil. Green and lavender eggplants stick out among the green branches and leaves and peep at the outside world.

A bed of eggplant, full of fruits, is always secretive and unwilling to show its face. It seems to tell people that it is better to be a low-key person! 2, chickens, there are always a few rural people, grandma is in the yard, built a chicken nest, raised a few chickens. Walking through the yard, you will surely see a hen and a chicken running.

The cock stands proudly, like a general in a military parade, with high morale; Also like a filial gentleman to protect his family and protect his home. In the countryside, I like autumn rain, crisp, smart and easy-going. When the fruit is ripe, it melts into autumn with a soft and fresh melody, like a gurgling spring, into everyone's heart.

E799BEE5BA6E4B 893E5B19E3133343623763 Busy farmers may just embrace the harvest and ignore its existence, but it always plays softly in people's ears. You see, how romantic, standing on the golden rice waves, on the land of harvest, dancing a light waltz, dripping wet, unhurried, and getting high.

Savor the dance of autumn rain, listen to the sound of autumn rain quietly, and in the fresh and elegant rain, I can't help but think of the lyric about autumn rain. Behind the river is a large field.

These rows are arranged very neatly. Plant some vegetables, rape, peas, arhat beans and the like.

There is an acre of paddy field in the distance, and some farmers can be seen transplanting rice seedlings, and rows of seedlings are slowly fluttering with the breeze. At dusk, we moved tables, chairs and meals to the yard to eat.

At this time, both hens and chickens ran to eat rice. In the beautiful dusk scene, everyone chatted while eating dinner and painted a natural and harmonious field.

7. What are the sentences praising the village?

1. The serf hut is obviously rotting. The wood is moth-eaten and grey. Many roofs are like a sieve. Some can't see the roof except the rafters, and there are several crosspieces in the middle, just like the ribs on the skeleton. There are no windows anywhere.

2. The ancients said: "The ancient trees are high and low, the sunset is far and near, the forest top is like smoke, and the water outside the village is like a ring." This is a true portrayal of Wuyuan, a picturesque ancient village.

3. Likeng Village, Tuozhou Township, Wuyuan, was founded in the early Southern Song Dynasty. Since the Yuan Dynasty, the village has been gradually prosperous and densely populated, and Ke Di has been reelected. Especially in the Ming dynasty, bureaucrats often went out of the village. When they get promoted or return home in old age, they devote themselves to building luxury houses to show off their ancestors.

4. The ancient village takes "Ruopi Street" as the axis, and more than 40 streets and lanes are arranged technically, showing strong centripetal cohesion. The space formed by high walls and passages is narrow at the bottom and wide at the bottom, and the opening line is high and low, tortuous and deep, like a maze.

Smoke billowed over the small village, like a girl in a white gauze dancing in the sunset. Behind the village is an endless mulberry field. Under the moisture of dew in the spring rain, mulberry trees have sprouted, and the whole mulberry garden is an endless ocean.

Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing the village

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Romantic, quiet, harmonious, lovely, light and comfortable, intoxicating, beautiful scenery, land of plenty, moist and full of vitality.

Prosperity, beautiful scenery, evergreen seasons, picturesque scenery, shady shade, beautiful landscape and beautiful scenery.

Fishing boats are gathering, smoke is rolling, people are buzzing, mountains and rivers are beautiful, peaks and valleys are beautiful, vegetation is dense, vegetation is lush, and bamboo forests are lined up.

Shaded by green trees, lush trees, bamboo forests, flowers and fruits all over the mountain, six animals thriving, Shan Ye secluded, into the wasteland warm and secluded, bamboo hedge tiles.

Scattered all over the floor, rice fields are shining with golden light, cattle and sheep are all over the mountain, chickens and ducks are in groups, rivers are dense, desolate and depressed, walls are broken and thorns are everywhere.

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1. On the grassy field road, the old farmer was smoking a cigarette and carrying his old sickle net home. The shadow has been dragged by the sunset for a long time, which seems to be longer than this June. There was a noise, and when the smoke cleared, the village was calm again, just like a tired farmer, perhaps sleepy.

2. Go through the small village and come to the river. You will see small fish and shrimp swimming around in the crystal clear river and hiding in the water plants. Much more beautiful than the dirty rivers and lakes in our city! If it is summer, children will wear shorts to have a water fight, swim and catch fish and shrimp ... There is an old tree by the river, which is said to have been planted in the Song Dynasty. It blooms several times a year. As long as the breeze blows, a faint fragrance of flowers goes straight to the nose. At the same time, those petals float like flying butterflies, into the river and onto the ground. We crossed a small arch bridge made of natural stone and came to the rice field. At that time, it was the autumn harvest season. Looking around, I saw the golden rice bent with laughter, and the farmer's uncle was busy harvesting. ...

In the four seasons, the village is still beautiful and hasn't changed at all. The river is still clear, the sky is still vast, the air is still fresh, the clouds are still so light, the grass is still so green, the flowers are still so beautiful and the fish are still so free. Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing the village.

I haven't stopped underground since this morning. I fell on the edge of the chopping board and listened to the crisp rain. I felt very cordial. Come to think of it, I haven't heard this familiar local accent for a long time! In the city, I have never heard such pure and beautiful rhyme. Only in my hometown, in this remote mountain village far from the city, can I enjoy it

This village has a long history. It is said that there is a very big locust tree in our village passing through the Eighth Route Army. There is a big hole under the tree, which can hide four people. The eighth route army is hiding in this hole. Survived a bullet. From then on, the name of our village was called Sophora japonica bottom.

6. Light blue smoke floats in the dusk village in western Sichuan. There must be delicious country food in the hut. Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing the village. The blue smoke rising slowly from the roof is a poetic symbol to urge people who work in the fields to go home.

7. Under the light, I listened to the village at midnight with my pen tip. Peace, quiet. The village at midnight is like a sleeping old man. I seem to hear her even heartbeat and calm breathing, and occasionally I can hear her gentle snoring! The night is dark, there is no intimacy of moonlight, and the stars in the sky are shining, watching the silence alone.

8. Ticking rain, fluttering snowflakes, sweet dreams ... When all these become still pictures, the village changes. The present village is like a painting drawn by villagers, showing the true colors of human beings-beauty.

9. Hometown is a song. The more you sing, the more mellow you are. Hometown is a poem. The more comfortable you sing, the more you miss it.

10. My hometown has always been a haunting place for me. I have fond memories of my childhood. My hometown is full of grandma's smile, grandpa's expectation and naughty childhood friends.

8. What sentences describe "village"? 1. There is a long strip of cultivated land in the village.

One gray Pu Tian after another. Pu Tian is a network path with pear trees and plum trees.

2. More than 90 families in the whole mountain village are covered under green grape racks. More than a dozen diaojiao buildings covered with green branches and leaves are immersed in the deep blue sea like coral reefs.

In the moonlight, trees, houses and mounds are covered with gauze. The land outside the village seems to be asleep, so quiet.

How mysterious. In the middle of winter, Ukrainian farmers' huts are hidden in layers of snow, just like groups of boats in stormy valleys.

6. Under the grayish yellow sky. There are several desolate villages far and near.

7. A lonely village on granite hangs there like a real bird's nest. 8. When I first came to the countryside, a charming scenery came into view, and I couldn't help crying: Ah, what a beautiful scenery! Lush trees stand tall and the mountains are winding and undulating.

In the field, farmers' uncles are busy planting rice seedlings. At that moment, they became great painters, and the field was their picture scroll. They draw their hearts on scrolls with the pen of nature.

Although their paintings are not the most famous works of art in the world, they are the most beautiful masterpieces. 9. White walls and green tiles, trees are shaded, and rivers pass through the village. The simple old man in the village sat in the shade and shook the cattail leaf fan to enjoy the cool.

The children are running around and playing. In the field, the crops are green and attractive, and the weeding people sweat like rain.

10. the history of the village is longer than e69da5e887aae799be5baa6e97aee7ad943133336396332. It is said that a big locust tree in our village saved the Eighth Route Army. There is a big hole under the tree, which can hide four people. The eighth route army is hiding in this hole.

Survived a bullet. From then on, the name of our village was called Sophora japonica bottom.

In the valley, there is a beautiful small village. The forest on the mountain is lush, the river in front of the village is crystal clear, the sky is blue and deep, and the air is fresh and sweet.

12. The night in the village is quiet and empty. The occasional footsteps and vague voices on the road caused the neighbors' dogs to bark together.

The barking of dogs spread all over the village. The moon is hidden in the clouds for a while and in the water for a while.

In the moonlight, the sleep in the village is practical and hearty. Everything that happens in the moonlight is a secret. Don't say.

13. Both sides of the village path are covered with rice and various vegetables, and a little fruit stands on the roadside, swaying branches and leaves. The breeze crept in quietly, blowing a faint fragrance, and also made the villagers who were working show a gratified smile.

14. There are all kinds of crops around the village, including heavy red sorghum, curved ears of grain and soybeans, corn that has burst its belly and shiny cotton. There are peanuts, sweet potatoes and radishes in the ground, all dug up by hardworking people.

The joy of harvest blooms on the faces of adults. 15. There is only a small pile of bare wheat straw covered with flying snow outside the village.

9. Sentences praising the village describe beautiful sentences in the village.

1. At this time, the small village has also become a world of snow. White roof, flawless ground, no dust, whiteness and purity are the only themes here. Being in it is like really coming to a dream country. The children made two big snowmen in the snow, wearing straw hats and holding brooms, guarding their world. The mind is purified and the mind becomes naive and romantic. Looking at the shallow footprints on the ground, I can't help thinking: Who has been here? Is it a beautiful Snow White or a kind dwarf? On this dreamlike night, how happy it is for the prince and the princess to embrace each other under the Yushu tree! ...

2. The sky is flowing spring, while the world is snowy winter. Because of the snow, the trees in winter suddenly came alive. Crystal clear, just like the trunk made of ice sculpture and the branches made of crystal. Cold and noble, just like the osmanthus tree in front of Chang 'e, it is left to the world tonight. I stayed in my heart in amazement and didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of accidentally disturbing Yushu and making it all over the floor with fragments.