Landscape sentence 100.

1. Under the reflection of street lamps, large and dense snowflakes fall in succession, glittering and translucent.

The sky is shining, quietly enhancing its rendering of everything in the world.

2. The hazy distant mountains are covered with a veil.

The beauty of autumn is mature-it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter.

The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter.

Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.

The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious.

In the morning, I opened the curtains and saw, hey! There is a thick layer of frost on the window glass. Some are like small trees, and some are like overgrown grass, which is very beautiful.

Frost flowers have left an indelible impression on people with their unique charm of various forms and magical anomalies.

Early in the morning, when I opened the window, I saw a chill coming towards me. The trees in the yard are covered with frost from head to toe, just like a glistening plum blossom.

The frost on the glass, which was condensed by cold, changed color and shimmered slightly in the moonlight.

Piles of weeds dyed red by autumn frost under the cliff look like red azaleas from a distance.

In the morning, frost flowers sparkle in the sun.

The tree was covered with frost, as if it had produced sparkling white leaves.

In the shade of the tree, the cold morning frost shines on the patterned leaves, like silver brocade.

When I woke up, I saw at a glance that the glass was covered with all kinds of strange frost flowers.

Frost shines on the leaves, like a silver brocade embroidered on a green background.

Little stars, like pearls, are embedded in the sky and shine.

Naughty little stars draw a golden arc in the blue night sky, like a weaver girl throwing a brocade thread.

On a winter night, a few naked stars are pitifully cold and shivering, and you can almost hear the sound of teeth colliding.

The little star trembled in the cold air, as if shivering with cold.

The stars are full of emotions, like naughty children, staring at the world with childish persistence, as if telling a beautiful and moving myth with bright eyes.

Just like someone holding a candle carefully, the white star appeared in the sky and flickered quietly.

In the deep blue sky, there is a bright and dazzling diamond star-the morning star.

On a beautiful starry night, there is not a cloud in the sky, and the deep blue sky is full of diamond-like stars.

Shining stars, like gems, densely cover the vast and boundless night sky. The Milky Way, from the northwest sky, crossed the sky and inclined to the southeast land.

The stars in summer are as lovely as naughty children.

There are several big and bright stars hanging in the night sky, as if people in the sky were patrolling the vast space with lanterns.

The starry sky is reflected on the rough sea, so it dances up and down with the waves, hiding from time to time.

The first morning star appeared, flashing in the dark blue sky. It is so big and bright that it is unique in the whole vast sky, where it radiates extraordinary brilliance and hangs in the sky like a bright lamp.

In the morning, the snowstorm stopped, but it is still a long time before dawn. A few remnant stars secretly opened their eyes to peep at the snow-white silvery white world.

Gradually, the remnant star closed her sleepy eyes and retired in the morning sky.

A good meteor draws bright silver lines in the night sky, just like exploring the best future in the world.

There are more stars than ever before. They are big and bright. They don't blink or blink. They are quiet and serene.

What a cool and sunny autumn night it is! The stars are brighter and bigger than ever before ... like dazzling gems in the silver-gray sky, everything on the earth has become so elegant and quiet.

There are many small stars all over the sky, which fall on the mirror-like river and shine like pearls and agates.

The stars are shining in the dark blue sky, like countless pairs of eyes, flashing.

There are many little stars hanging in the dark blue sky, as if they had just been bathed in the Milky Way, shining.

Stars twinkle in the sky like small electric lights.

In the deep blue sky, stars are scattered all over the sky like sesame seeds.

Fish-bellied white clouds have floated in the east, and several evacuated stars are still blinking in the sky.

In the high night sky, several bright silver stars are flashing, as if they had just been fished out of the water.

Between the faded dark clouds, several stars blinked shyly.

Sparse star closed his tired and sleepy eyes, retreated and disappeared.

The morning star is big and bright, and it is the only one in the vast sky, where it radiates extraordinary brilliance, just like a bright lamp hanging in the sky.

A sparkling meteor, like a flower splashed from the river, flew out of the center of the Milky Way, slipped through the dark blue night sky and fell silently to the north.

The meteor turned into a flash and cut through the night sky.

A meteor dragged the blue phosphorescence like a long tail and drew a long arc in the night sky. It took a long time to fade away.

The dark blue sky is so charming, and there are little stars twinkling in the sky. There are more and more of them, as if dancing on the blue carpet, blinking and talking to me.

In the early morning, Miss Chun came to us in beautiful clothes, smiling and dancing with warm wind, putting on new clothes for nature and making everything show infinite vitality. A ray of golden sunshine is scattered on the grass that has just put on new clothes. The sunshine shines on the dew on the grass, crystal clear and beautiful! ……

Spring is not as dry and hot as summer, as cold and cheerless as autumn, nor as cold as winter. But spring is a vibrant and energetic spring. This reminds me of our mother, who is like the earth. When she gave birth to us, we had life. When spring comes back, it means that everything has to start all over again and all life has to start all over again.

Oh! Spring rain, it turned out that you came to the earth with the spring girl, which filled the earth with vitality and fresh breath. Your dexterous hands touch people's heartstrings and draw people's beautiful hopes.

Snow, like catkins, like reeds, like dandelions, flies in the air and with the wind.

Snowflakes are floating in the air, and small white feathers are falling like pear petals.

It's snowing. First of all, small snowflakes are dancing lightly like catkins. Then it gets bigger and bigger, and it's tight for a while.

The water of the Yellow River, like a group of horses galloping in a narrow valley, was squeezed into the river only 50 or 60 meters wide in the middle of the beach and rushed down.

Qinghai Lake is like a pearl embedded in the magnificent land in the northwest of China, shining with gorgeous colors.

The pale blue goose returned to the lake and lay quietly surrounded by green, just like a blue gem embedded in natural emeralds.

The wind caressed the crops, sometimes bent and sometimes lifted, as if the earth was breathing rhythmically, and the mature wheat was full of vitality. Where does the wind come from? There is a whisper among the wheat ears.

I keep my mouth shut, but the wind is like a powerful hand, choking my breath and forcing me to open my mouth from time to time. At this time, it will also raise a handful of dirt into my mouth, similar to a naughty child.

The spring breeze in February, warm and humid during the day, blows on the face, but it is a bit like the smell of cotton tidbits blowing on the face; But at night, especially late at night, it's a bit like scissors. The night wind fluttered on the beach, and the willow trees on the beach danced hard with her tender and oily branches like drunk.

The wind is coming. First of all, a gentle breeze blew from the northwest beach, gently rolled up Nightcrawler's skirt and teased the dead leaves on the road. There was a slight rustle in the wilderness. After a while, the wind was very strong, and the sorghum on the roadside swayed wildly, and the dead branches on the trees fell off one after another. A terrible howl came from the distant wilderness and the clouds became deeper. The rumbling thunder seems to have rushed out of the heavy encirclement of dark clouds, and it is like an explosion, rolling in from the northwest.

Summer evening. Waves of gentle little north wind floated from Wanda Valley and swept Mudanjiang, blowing the fragrance in the orchard, the coolness on the river and the slightest waves into Longquan Town, Jiang Nanan. Gradually, the heat and noise in the town subsided. Poplars and weeping willows on the roadside, lilacs and begonia in the yard, all woke up from the drowsiness in the hot summer. The breeze rustled among the green leaves and the flowers floated quietly under the eaves. Everything is pleasant and quiet. The whole town lined up along the river, like a giant lying on his back, is using all its body and mind to feel the elegance of the evening breeze and enjoy the faint fragrance and moist coolness in the wind.

The May breeze, with the fragrance of roadside Sophora japonica, gently blows the cheeks and temples of passers-by, blows people's hearts and gently soothes them, just like the hands of a loving mother.

The wind is gentle, often because it blows from a forest full of flowers, bringing fragrance from afar, attaching to a moist vapor breath, rubbing your face and gently surrounding your shoulders and waist. This simple breathing is endless pleasure. ...

The mountain wind rolled pine trees, like the tide of the ocean, with a frightening sound, rolling from the lotus land in the distance, blowing cliffs and trees in waves, knocking on the partition wall and knocking on the door, making a terrible sound. Sometimes I give a shrill cry, just like a monster cruising outside the mountain.

The wind in Lushan Mountain naturally has no ash or dust. It caresses the skin of pedestrians, neither too hot nor too cold, a little cold, always like the autumn wind in the north. Especially when people walk in the forest, they can feel its softness, cleanliness, refreshing, refreshing and combing people's souls.

What a strong wind!

Just like a crazy man who lost his mind, he ran around in this wide yard. It sometimes rolls up the broken leaves of firewood on the ground, throws them east and west, flies high in the air and pushes them into the corner.

The old elm tree in front of the window was shaken by the wind, and the branches swept through the eaves, making a swish sound.

The beauty of autumn is mature-it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter.

The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter.

Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.

The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious.