Sentences describing roadside scenery

See the following sentences describing roadside scenery for reference:

1. In a quiet river, the green and clear river flows slowly. Sometimes fish swim freely in the clear river. Occasionally, a flock of waterfowl fly over the river, and willows hang upside down on both sides of the river bank.

2. It's raining, the air is cool, the farmer's uncle is very happy to see the vegetables ripe, someone walks in the rain with an umbrella, and the spring rain brings joy to people.

3. The sunset glow is gradually dissolved by green, and the sunset glow is covered with a light green and bright wedding dress, slowly pulling the full moon behind the mountain. The moonlight of cicada feathers slipped from the roof to the balcony. The tall banana leaves hold up the bright moon, and the moon in Dai village tastes the green night sky and feels the vicissitudes of time.

The rainforest is soft, the coconut trees are slim and graceful, and the phoenix bamboo is affectionate. Sitting on the balcony paved with bamboo fences, laughter brushed away fatigue. At this time, the bamboo building is full of warmth, auspiciousness and happiness.

There are many tall buildings here, and the streets are busy with traffic. The bustling crowd, such as tide, neon dazzling, lights trance, but also illusory and true.

5. In late autumn and early winter, the cool wind is penetrating; As dusk approaches, there are cries everywhere. At four o'clock, I heard shouts from the northwest.

6. The beehive is placed on the roadside, which means that beekeepers release bees in the flower season and collect honey from Sophora japonica. Seeing bees buzzing and dancing on the locust tree, I thought of the poem "Who will I work for after picking flowers into honey?"

Yes, faced with the attractive fragrance of flowers, while we, who are called human beings, are busy picking lovely Sophora japonica flowers, taking them home for cooking, fumigation and enjoying delicious food, those bees have dedicated the sweetness of flowers to people.

7. On summer nights, my brother took me for a walk in Mochou Lake Park. We talked and laughed as we walked. The evening breeze blows gently, and the calm lake is like a big mirror, reflecting the pavilions and weeping willows on the shore.

A full moon, lying quietly on the lake. The little animals here are holding a concert: frogs beat drums and croak; Marriage is playing the piano in a low voice; Singing came from time to time in the grass by the roadside. It was "Summer Nocturne" played by Weaver Girl.