Beautiful sentences describing this village

1. Poems describing the village We watched the green trees around the village and the pale blue of the surrounding 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 ringing 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 Hu Yinbi"

No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly -Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany, 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, Fifth Song"

Fishermen rely on apricot tree altar, and their families are in Peach Blossom Garden. -Wang Wei's Seven Pastoral Songs (3)

2. Find a poem describing the countryside: Fan Chengda's Four Seasons in the Countryside (1). Plum seeds are golden and apricot seeds are fat, cauliflower is white and wheat flowers are 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 is smoky when it rains. In April in the countryside, there are few idle people, and silkworms are inserted in the fields. Yang Wanli's "flowers on the tree head didn't grow into shade." The children ran after Huang Die, but there was no place to find cauliflower. Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons in the Countryside" (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 Qingpingle village house has low eaves and green grass on the stream. When they are drunk, Wu Yin and Xiang Mei are good. Lie on the stream and peel the lotus. Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm. We look at your village surrounded by green trees and the pale blue in remote mountainous areas. We open your window and overlook the gardens and fields, holding tea cups and talking about mulberry trees and marijuana. When I am on holiday in the mountains, I will come back again in chrysanthemum time and write "Your Shanxi Village". The farmer's wine is muddy, and there are enough chickens and dolphins to stay in the good year. There is doubt in the mountains, but there is no way out. Wang Anshi's "Mr. Shu's Yin Wall" has a long and quiet eaves without moss. Flowers and trees are all planted by hand. One water conservation field will be surrounded by green, and two mountains will be green. In Wang Wei's Wei Shui Farmhouse, when the sun sets, the cattle and sheep go home along the path. An old man in rags sits at the door of a thatched cottage, thinking of his son with a cane. The shepherd boy, pheasant and wheat seedling are performing, the silkworm is sleeping, and Fu Tian and He He, who are peeling mulberry leaves, greet each other cordially. In other words, I envy leisure and feel disappointed. In Spring by Wang Wei Old people look 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. It's so quiet in the field that crows in distant villages are melodious. It was so quiet in the field that a big donkey and a Xiao Lv came into their sight. It's so quiet in the wheat field, watching the wind and grass. It's really quiet in the field, like some kind of precursor before the war, and it's like waiting for the dawn at 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, combed into golden waves by the wind. Some unknown flowers are inserted into your long hair at will, which makes you more affectionate and full of golden maturity. Every inch of skin makes me feel the urge 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 beside you, laughing and watching the sun rise and set for thousands of years, watching you rain or shine. Standing at the top of southern Hunan with a firm fascination every day, I always hope to see the dream around my soul first. That cloud must be your daughter. Otherwise, she won'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 every bird's song in the gentlest way, you look at every mountain flower in full bloom with the most leisurely eyes, and only the mountain stream runs day and night. Interpret the loneliness of your people on high places, and it will always be a grass-colored day. Brilliance is only the confession of the season, and the eternal green at the foot of the mountain is your commitment to spring. This country poem recalls that the midday sun shone on the green leaves of the tree, and the warm wind blew the girl's skirt under the tree. A tall goat, covered with snow-like hair, strutted in the beating light, the ancient tomb was rediscovered, and the light of the glass lamp patrolled the onlookers. The blue slate covered with copper smell was carved by the children unintentionally. Sunset is followed by dusk. The oil vendor's bell disappeared at the entrance to the village. This forever old pagoda tree is full of the chirping of birds and people's songs. The blue smoke in Grandpa White Beard's hookah smoked out a sad legend. I remember that night many years ago, when you were wearing a shirt in the moonlight, you came from here in towards the distant, and you never came back from your broken heart. It's really a day when my intestines are going to break. It's not very blue anymore. The boy who was herding cattle broke a iris after the rain and took it home.

3. The sentence describing the village is 1. In the village, cock crowing, dog crowing, Ma Si and Niu Jiao, together with people's laughter, formed a vibrant morning song.

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

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

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

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

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

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

When I first came to the countryside, a charming scenery caught my eye, and I couldn't help crying: Oh, what a beautiful scenery! Lush trees stand tall and the mountains are winding and undulating. In the field, farmers' uncles are busy transplanting rice seedlings. At that moment, they became great painters, and the field was their picture scroll. They draw their hearts on the picture with the brush 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, tree-lined, and the river runs 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 are sweating like rain.

10. This village has a long history. It is said that a very big locust tree in our village passed the Eighth Route Army. There is a big hole at the bottom of 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 is 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. Occasionally, footsteps on the road and vague voices attract nearby dogs to bark together. Dogs barked 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 tell anyone.

13. The path in the village is lined with rice and all kinds of vegetables, with a little fruit standing on the roadside and swaying branches and leaves. The breeze crept in quietly and blew away a fragrance, which 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, bursting corn and sparkling cotton. There are peanuts, sweet potatoes and radishes under the ground, all dug up by hardworking people. The joy of harvest blooms on the faces of adults.

15. Outside the village, only a small pile of bare wheat straw was covered with flying snow.

16. Light blue smoke rises from the village. The fragrance of rice and rape blossoms 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 dotted with unpredictable smoke, with green trees, red walls and black tiles, which is an idyllic scene in the south.

19. The field is in sight. The forest is listening. On the other side of the field, Ponikov 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. The wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, and the scattered villages are unsinkable ships.

2 1. Agile children run on the dry road covered with barefoot footprints. They can hear the happy chatting 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 Ding Zishan, a red buttercup and an ear of tender corn qianzi cooked in winter.

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

24. An old windmill stands on the hillside above the village. It can be blown by the wind from all directions.

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

26. There is a long and narrow arable 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 along the way and the smoke from cooking stoves add some vitality.

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

29. Corn, dried apples and peaches strung together with ropes hang on the wall like knots, and many red peppers are mixed in 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 the empty mountain in Wang Wei's Chai Lu, but I think I heard a voice. The sun shone through the Woods and came at me from the green moss. Wang Wei's Wu Xinyi Mudi Hibiscus Flowers Red Calyx in the Mountain. There is no one in the stream, and flowers bloom and fall in succession. In Autumn in the Mountains by Wang Wei, an empty mountain stands in the evening and autumn after the rain, with moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stones in the stream. Bamboo leaves Huan female, lotus leaves fishing boat. Wang Fang, take a spring break. Wang Wei's "Wei Shui Farmhouse" is near a spring stream. When the sun sets, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rough old man leans on a crutch at the door of a thatched house and thinks about his son. Is there a whistling pheasant in the shepherd boy? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms, peeled mulberry leaves and Fu Tian say goodbye to each other. In other words, they advocate leisure and their songs are declining. 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 mountains and fields. Miao Shu's tax is not allowed to be eaten, and it will turn into soil when it enters 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. Xijiang Jiake has hundreds of pearls and keeps dogs and eats meat on board. Nie's The Wounded Family sells new silk in February and crops in May. He cured his eyes and his wound. A thunder startled you. Tian Jia was idle for a few days and began to farm. Ding Zhuang is in the wild and the nursery is reasonable. 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 Lu is ashamed of not farming, he 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 narrating in the tree. Cut the poplar with an axe, and shovel the spring pulse with a lotus hoe. Returning to Yan knows the old nest, so an old friend looks at the new calendar. When they are in danger, they will feel dissatisfied and travel far. Meng Haoran's "Crossing the Old People's Village" prepared chicken rice for me, old friend. In the snow in Xiaoxiang Dongting, the fisherman's net was frozen, and Mo Yan shot the wild goose and sang the bow. Last year, rice was expensive for the army, but this year rice is very cheap, which hurts farmers. High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish more than birds, so you should kill South Hong Fei 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? Wen Tingyun's "Song of Burning" looks up at Nanshan, and the mountain burns Shan Ye. The reddish dusk disappeared and the short flame was connected again. The difference is that we went to the Rock and Lingqingbi in Ran Ran. The low one will be exhausted with the return air, and the far one will shine on the eaves. Neighbors can talk and rely on it. It is said that Chu is vulgar, while burning Ji is Zaotian. Bean seedlings are urged by insects and spent on fences. After the mulberry date is returned, the fire blows white grass, and the vine reflects the waist sickle. The wind drives away the smoke of oak leaves, and the oak tree is connected with Pingshan. Stars fall from the sky and embers fall from the steps. Mother crow groaned on her back, cursing this rich age. Who knows, lush appearance is the official tax. Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Music (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 came to the nose, and the smell of wild flowers curled up around you, so you refused to leave. 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.

Without the noise and 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, just like the notes on the staff, then jumped up and down on the branches, chirped, flew around in the air and crossed beautiful arcs. ...

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Gua Dou Peng Jia Dou Jia Gua Jia Jia chicken and dog heard about each other. Chickens and ducks crowded the whole 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 hears about it. Sang Ma Canal is intensively cultivated. Slash and burn slash and burn mixed weeds

The scenery in barren areas is charming, beautiful and quiet, and the terraces are criss-crossed with new green buildings. 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, cattle are plump and strong, and there is no one in Mazhuang cheering and horses screaming.

Abandoned villages and wild shops are desolate, dilapidated, dilapidated, backcountry, narrow paths, muddy sludge, muddy water, dilapidated and desolate mountain villages, and barren 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 minimum sentence to describe the countryside is 0.27 yuan. Open the members of the library and 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 attached to black soil. Green and lavender eggplants stick out among the green branches and leaves and peep at the outside world.

A bed of eggplant is full of fruits, but they are always secretive and unwilling to show their faces. It seems to tell people that it is better to be a low-key person! 2, chickens, there are always a few in the eyes of rural people, grandma built a chicken nest in the yard, and 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; It also protects his family and guards his home like a conscientious gentleman. In the countryside, I like autumn rain, which is 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, it's so romantic, standing on the golden rice waves, on the land of harvest, dancing a light waltz, dripping, unhurried, and getting high.

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

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

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

At this time, both the hen and the chicken ran to eat rice. In the beautiful dusk scene, everyone is enjoying dinner and chatting, depicting a natural and harmonious field.

7. What are the sentences praising the village?

1. The serf hut is obviously rotting. Wood is eaten by insects and aged to gray. Many roofs are like sieves. Some of them can't see the roof except the rafters, and there are several rungs 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 setting sun is far and near, the forest tops are like smoke, and the water outside the village is like a ring." This is a true portrayal of the picturesque ancient village of Wuyuan.

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 walked out of their villages. When they get promoted or go home in old age, they devote themselves to building a mansion to show off their ancestors.

4. The ancient village takes "Ruopi Street" as the axis, and more than 40 streets and lanes are technically laid out, showing a strong centripetal cohesion. The space formed by the high wall and the passage is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and the opening line is high and low, which is connected by bending and deep and tortuous, like a maze.

Smoke billowed in the sky of a small village, dancing like a girl in a white gauze in the sunset. Behind the village is an endless mulberry field. Moistened by spring rain and dew, 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 life.

Prosperous, beautiful scenery, evergreen, picturesque, shady, beautiful landscape, beautiful landscape and beautiful landscape.

Fishing boats gather, smoke billows, people come and go, beautiful mountains and rivers, beautiful peaks and valleys, dense vegetation and lush vegetation, and bamboo is planted in rows.

Tree-lined, lush forests and bamboos, full of flowers and fruits, prosperous livestock, secluded roads, entering wasteland, warmth and tranquility, and bamboo fences and tiles.

Scattered, rice fields are shining with golden light, cattle and sheep are all over the mountain, chickens and ducks are in groups, rivers are densely branched, desolate and depressed, crumbling walls and thorns.

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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 was dragged by the sunset for a long time, which seems to be longer than this June. After a noise, when the smoke cleared, the village was calm again, just like a tired farmer, maybe sleepy.

2. Go through the small village and come to the river. You will see small fish and shrimp swimming around in the clear river and hiding in the grass. It is 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, 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 floated around like dancing butterflies, into the river and onto the ground. We came to the paddy field through a small arch bridge made of natural stone. At that time, it was autumn harvest time. 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 light, the grass is still green, the flowers are still beautiful and the fish are still free. Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing the village.

It hasn't stopped underground since this morning. I fell on the chopping board and listened to the crisp rain. I felt very kind. When I think about it, I haven't heard this familiar local accent for a long time! I have never heard such a pure and beautiful rhyme in the city. 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 a very big locust tree in our village passed the Eighth Route Army. There is a big hole at the bottom of 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 is called Sophora japonica bottom.

6. Light blue smoke is floating in the villages in western Sichuan at dusk. There must be delicious country dishes in the hut. Good words, sentences and paragraphs describing the village. The blue smoke rising slowly on the roof is a poetic symbol, which is used to urge people working in the fields to go home.

7. Under the light, I listened to the village at midnight with my pen tip. Peace, quiet. Midnight village, 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 static pictures, the village changes. The present village is like a painting drawn by villagers, which shows the true nature 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 here. My hometown is full of grandma's smile, grandpa's expectation and naughty childhood friends.

8. What are the sentences describing the village? 1. There is a long and narrow farmland 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 the green grape trellis. More than a dozen diaojiao buildings covered with green leaves are like coral reefs, immersed in the deep blue sea.

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

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

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

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

In the field, farmers' uncles are busy transplanting rice seedlings. At that moment, they became great painters, and the field was their picture scroll. They draw their hearts on the picture with the brush 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, tree-lined, and the river runs 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 are sweating like rain.

10. the history of this village is longer than e69da5e887aae799be5baa6e97ae7ad94313336396332. It is said that a big locust tree in our village saved the Eighth Route Army. There is a big hole at the bottom of 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 is 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. Occasionally, footsteps on the road and vague voices attract nearby dogs to bark together.

Dogs barked 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 tell anyone.

13. The path in the village is lined with rice and all kinds of vegetables, with a little fruit standing on the roadside and swaying branches and leaves. The breeze crept in quietly and blew away a fragrance, which 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, bursting corn and sparkling cotton. There are peanuts, sweet potatoes and radishes under the ground, all dug up by hardworking people.

The joy of harvest blooms on the faces of adults. 15. Outside the village, only a small pile of bare wheat straw was covered with flying snow.

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, I really seem to have come 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 princess to depend on each other under Yushu. ...

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, like the osmanthus tree in front of Chang 'e, it was left to the world tonight. I stayed in my heart in amazement, afraid to speak loudly, for fear of accidentally disturbing Yushu and making the ground full of debris.