An article describing Antarctic scenery

Just like Song Yu's great writer peeping at the beautiful scenery on the wall, the legendary Antarctic is breathtaking, fascinating and out of reach, daydreaming. ...

Approaching, learning, touching, hugging, magnificent, shocking and humble, clean and magnificent, refreshing, quiet and calm, awe and obedience, colorful, amazing and happy. ...

Antarctica is like a song. The figure of South Pole, flying snow all over the sky, Wan Li frozen, mountain dancing with silver snakes, the original wax statue ... The original snow scene in the leader's "revolution" poem, superimposed with the painting of visual media, naturally extended, crossed time and space and grafted the new continent. The beauty of Antarctica is limited to any imagination, and it is too early for any description. Even if the famous poems are magnificent, they are eclipsed, and the home is jasper. "The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating", barely filling the impromptu corner of Antarctica; "Like a strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" can only be counted as the daughter next door to Antarctica. "There are no birds in a hundred mountains and no footprints in a thousand paths" is not so much pastoral sorrow as a shepherd boy's ballad. Antarctica has its own Antarctic language and its own Antarctic style. Nanyang moved northward, night came, the wind roared, the snow and ice played, the wind roared, and the water droplets became crystals. In the north, the sun sets in the south, and it comes in extreme daylight, avalanches roar, glaciers melt, and the evolution of hundreds of millions of years varies from time to time. The melody, rhythm, connotation and tension of Antarctica are beyond the reach of any language, imagination and expression. Antarctic can sing, Antarctic can sing.

The Antarctic is picturesque. Snow fields, wasteland, icebergs, snow-capped mountains, glaciers, seas, penguins and seals. Changfeng is a pen of snow, and Wan Li is a polar dancer. The mountains and rivers are freehand and the penguins are meticulous. Dark clouds splash ink and the moon is dark. Ice sculpture museum, glacier life corridor. Rock paintings are carved on the snow wall, and the snow-capped mountains are hidden under the sea. There is a painting outside the painting and a sculpture in the painting. Color, composition, lines, modeling, artistic conception and verve. No painting can be so bold and profound, and no brush can be so broad and profound.

If antarctica is a teenager. A generation of grandmaster Gong pays tribute to teenagers, such as the sunrise, the spring grass, the beginning of the Yangtze River and the coral island in the ocean ... If Ren Gong is near the South Pole, the exuberance and heroism of young people must be accompanied by the metaphor of the South Pole. The universe is big, but the South Pole is within reach; The earth is vast, but the Antarctic children are as innocent as jade. This hometown of ice, paradise of snow, playground of wind and warehouse of cold oxygen must be as willful and wild as a teenager in the long winter. Ten thousand years is only the beginning of ignorance, and thousands of miles of land and sea are just huge bodies and arms. Dancing is fun with the sun, the moon and the stars. Steel is as fragile as glass, and water instantly turns into ice crystals. Man is unmoved and greedily knocks at the door. There is no past, only the future. No nostalgia, only hope. There is no nostalgia, only imagination. No worries, only dreams. There is no cowardice, only greatness. There is no scheming, only sunshine. There is no filth, only light. There are no taboos, only ambitions. Just like John Lennon's songs, they are ignorant and wise, naive and mature.

Antarctica is a virgin land. Jade muscles and snow skin, bright eyes and white teeth. Gentle and graceful, slim and graceful. Looking forward to your beautiful eyes, smile and smile. Think about it and see it in beauty. Moving and not moving, Hui Xian distinguishes. It's warm and cold at first, and it's also called Xia Dong. The hibiscus comes out of the water, which is beautiful and graceful. Skirts float slightly, and snow-capped mountains are easy to make up a little green; Finger flick, glaciers bloom in ten thousand; Lips are moving, fish are singing and dancing; Self-pity, beauty straight blue sea. Reserved and capable, resolute and courageous. From a distance, I dare not offend with all my love; Up close, the surging passion is beyond our reach. The feeling of being a virgin is like the splendor and mystery of a rainbow. The spirit of virgins is sharper and deeper than that of Zheweng. The life of a virgin is unimaginable in other continents, with flowers and fruits, and I don't know what to do. The strangest thing is that innocence remains the same, and the little girl remains the same.

A Millennium South Pole, a changeable South Pole. The distant South Pole, the nearby South Pole. Because of you, the South Pole is beautiful, and because of you, the South Pole is very close. Physical distance can be crossed, but the heart is often out of reach. Dream around, an inch like a year.