Sentences describing mountain peaks

Sentences describing natural scenery

Description of morning, noon, dusk and night

On summer nights, when there were many mosquitoes, they shook the cattail leaf fan and sat under the locust tree, looking at the little blue sky through the dense leaves ... (Lu Xun)

After midnight in autumn, the moon went down, but the sun had not yet come out, leaving only a piece of blue sky; Everything fell asleep except the things that traveled at night. (Lu Xun)

The dusk in late autumn always comes quickly, and before the water vapor evaporated by sunlight dissipates in Yamanoue, the sun sets in the western hills. As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain; The shadow of the mountain peak fell down on the village more quickly, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but soon it was turned silver-gray by the moon candle. (Feng Deying)

The bright moonlight decorated the night sky in spring and the earth. The night sky is like an endless transparent sea, quiet, vast and mysterious. The dense stars, like small sparks in the sea, are twinkling and beating tiny spots of light. Fields, villages and trees are covered with silver gauze in quiet sleep. Mountains, vaguely like clouds, are like islands on the sea, as if to summon ships sailing at night, shining a little purplish fire from time to time. (Wu Qiang)

There are waves of loess rolling along the road. The sun was buried in the loess, and it was fleshy red. However, the sun is still burning strangely, turning their flesh purple and black, and it seems that they can still smell a burnt smell. (Zhang Tianyi)

The bitter and hot air seems to have stagnated; The hot face waited sadly for the wind, but it didn't come. The sun shines brightly in the dark blue sky; On the shore opposite us is a field of Chengcheng Huang's Yan wheat. In some places, absinthe grows, but not even an ear of wheat shakes. (Turgenev)

When the sun first appeared, I walked along the river to the village, so faint and clear fog, so moist and wet earth smell, kept flapping on my face and getting into my nose. (Fang Zhi)

Raise the full moon to the sky gradually. A transparent gray cloud, faintly covering the moonlight, seems to be a light smoke on the field, and it is like falling into a dream. After the evening clouds passed, the smoke in the fields cleared away, and the water was as clear as the light, washing the soft autumn night. (Liu Zhuode)

On this night, there was not even a cloud, and the sky was blue and transparent. The moon, like a newly married daughter-in-law, just rose from the eastern horizon, and then shyly got into the leaves and hid. Those dense poplar leaves, like a running water, rustling sand day and night, flowing quietly and loudly in places where people can't see them. (Serina Liu)

The cloud is moving slowly, and the full moon that has been swallowed up for a long time suddenly jumps out, like a golden plate that has just come out of the furnace. It is brilliant and dazzling with golden light, and the frogs on the lotus leaves, grasshoppers in the grass and birds on the branches are all awakened by this sudden light, cheering, jumping and singing loudly. (Wang Zifu)

In August in the south, the sun is like fire. At noon, the sun curled up all the leaves. The cicada keeps ringing with a long voice, which adds a layer of annoyance to the sultry weather. (Jin Jingmai)

The billowing purple morning glow, half hidden behind the poplar road, casts a colorful light towards the waking earth. Gradually, the dazzling clouds were parted, and the sun appeared like a fireball, pouring red light like fire on trees, plains, oceans and the whole earth. (Mo Bosang)

There is no moon at night, and the stars are extremely dense. After eleven o'clock, everyone went to sleep. It's really quiet around. I'm afraid an embroidery needle can be heard when it falls to the ground. The dark sky is dotted with stars, among which there are piles of unknown names, hand in hand and made into a big circle, which looks like pearls and gems embedded in the collar. I really can't sleep at the moment. I got out of bed with my clothes on and went to the window to stare blankly at the sky. The chaotic starlight and the silent night scene, if you add a crescent moon like an eyebrow, won't it be as good as the scenery of the night we visited Central Park last year? (Feng Yuanjun)

It's too quiet at night, and the moonlight shines a solemn and holy light on leaves, colonnades, handrails of rattan chairs, and people's faces like mist woven by hazy silver gauze. The sea seems to be asleep, too, and I hear the whispers of soft waves lapping on the beach. (Liu Baiyu)

The night is dark, and the moon is in the sky, but I don't know where to hide, because this Miss Diana (the moon god in Greek and Roman mythology) sometimes sneaks to the other side of the earth, which makes the mountains dark and the fields gloomy. Cervantes

The scorching sun hangs high in the sky of the world. The red light hit the ground like a rocket, and the ground caught fire, reflecting the flame of oil boiling. Transpiration, suffocation, coolness and strangeness almost make people's bottom cells and fibers burst from trembling. (Rou Shi)

Under the bodhi tree, it is cool and quiet; When flies and bees fly to the shade, their chirping seems to become extra gentle; Oil-green grass, not a little golden, fresh and lovely, looks flat and flat, without any fluctuation; The slender stems stand upright and do not tremble, as if they have lost their dreams; There are countless small bundles of yellow flowers hanging from the short branches of the bodhi tree, and they are still, as if they were dead. With every breath, the fragrance soaks into the heart, and the heart also readily absorbs the fragrance. Far away, on the other side of the river, until the horizon, everything is brilliant; From time to time, a breeze passes by, wrinkling Ping Ye and strengthening the light; A brilliant mist enveloped the whole field. Birds are silent, and in the hot noon, birds never sing; However, the hehe sound of Weaver Maid is everywhere. Listening to the warm singing of life makes people sitting quietly in the quiet shadow feel very happy; It makes people sleepy, and at the same time, it seduces deep fantasy dreams. (Turgenev)

The afternoon sun is so strong that even the water in the paddy field is steamed to make a tiny noise. The leaves of the seedlings can stand up to the paper, lose their green luster, and there is no wind. People walk on the ridges with seedlings on both sides, and they are so sultry that they sweat all over and can't breathe easily, so no one wants to come out. (Ai Wu)

The clear air makes the earth vast, spreading it out indefinitely. Everything is going far away, and it is calling people to the blue edge of the earth. Standing in this place, I saw the sun rise more than ten times, and every time a new world was born in front of me, full of novel beauty. (Gorky)

It's not yet sunrise, and it's just a little dawning; It was a wonderful and boundless moment. In the deep white sky, there are still a few stars scattered. The ground is dark, the sky is all white, the weeds are trembling slightly, and everything is shrouded in mysterious light. A lark, as if meeting the stars, is singing in the sky, and the vast sky seems to be holding its breath and listening to the ode sung by this little life for the boundless universe. In the east, the glass mountain valley reflects the bronze horizon, showing its shadow; The dazzling Taibai star is hanging on the top of this hill, as if it were a soul flying out of this dark mountain field. (Hugo)

The distant mountains, nearby trees, jungles and mounds are all hazy, like veils. The night is not the same black, and the mountains, forests and hills have different colors; There are jet black, thick black, light black, light black, and dark gray like silver, which is very suitable for shades like China painters. All this is not static, it is like floating mysteriously, swimming with pedestrians and moving closer to pedestrians. (Haoran)

You can see the bright orange glass roof under the tree, and misty fog rises from the gorge. Quiet lilac bushes, flowers have not yet opened, immersed in the moonlight. All the flowers, wet with dew, can be divided neatly with each other. Light and shadow mixed together like that on the Australian trail, as if they were not composed of trees and roads, but transparent houses dangling. (lev tolstoy)

The water of Qinhuai River is blue and cloudy; It looks thick but not greasy, or is it condensed by the gold powder of the Six Dynasties? When we first boarded the ship, the sky was still dark, and the gentle waves were so quiet and euphemistic that we had a wide sky and a wide sky, and at the same time we were fascinated by paper and money. When the lights are on, the gloom becomes heavy; The dim water is like a dream, and the occasional flashing light is the eyes of the dream. (Zhu Ziqing)

At first glance, the sparse forest and the faint moon are set against the blue sky, which is quite like a wild river crossing; Over there, dense and gloomy, it seems to hide endless darkness; It is almost unbelievable that it is the bustling Qinhuai River. However, the dizzy lights in the river, the vertical and horizontal paintings, the melodious flute rhyme and the squeaky huqin sound finally made us know the Qinhuai water as green as old wine. There are more naked days here, so I feel late at night; From the clear Shui Ying, what we feel is only a thin night-this is the night of Qinhuai River. (Zhu Ziqing)

The sun has turned to the top of the West Mountain. The bleak light shines on the blood in the snow, and also on the vast Shan Ye. The Shan Ye is white and there is no trace of the road. (Jun Qing)

It's late at night. The dark blue sky, like washed by clear water, is watery, clean, soft and solemn; There is no moon, no swimming clouds, and the blue sky in Wan Li is only twinkling stars, just like countless broken jade flowers sprinkled on boundless blue satin. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Dew, quietly condensed. In the place where Chi Xinli was dumped by Chang Jie, dewdrops were all hung on the heart-shaped leaves of the small poplar tree. The dewdrop is getting bigger and rounder, and suddenly, one drop falls down, another drop, pattering, pattering ... (Liu Yazhou)

The night is getting darker and darker, and villages, Woods, potholes and ditches seem to have all fallen into mysterious silence at once. (Zhang Jie)

The moon, which is about to set, is still wandering in despair on the edge of the dark forest. The river is silvery from time to time, and there is no breath of wind. However, the treetops sway slightly, and the trees and ghostly statues beside the avenue cast long and unpredictable shadows between them. Fountains spit water and rustle wonderfully through the vast and silent night. (Germany) eichendorff

In the morning, I took a deep breath of fresh air full of mountains and valleys with frost, and felt full of energy and strength, as if I had become an excellent hunter who could catch tigers on the mountain and dumplings in the water overnight. (Wu Boxiao)

At dawn, the glow gradually shows purple, blue, cyan and green colors. The rising sun revealed the first light. Never seen this bright red so red; I have never seen this bright red so fresh. The fireball vacated in a moment; The rosy clouds are hidden in the gaze. Light and shadow are ever-changing; Space shoots down a hundred beams of light. (Xu Chi)

When the sunset sinks ... when the silver-gray twilight covers the grassland, you will see countless bright lights. That's the herdsmen burning copper pots to prepare dinner. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… (Biye)

It's quiet at night, listening to the pendulum swinging indifferently and constantly alone ... Night and sleep enveloped the earth, and everything was silent (Gorky)

When the earth just woke up from the bright morning, clear laughter floated in the solemn and cool fruit garden. The joy of birds has given way to other corners. Some small beetles who love to fly around in the morning breeze are even more uneasy to rush around. Dense leaves wriggle slightly on the spreading branches, but they can't hide the numerous fruits. You can see the dew shining occasionally in that bush, just like the dazzling stars in a foggy night. And a layer of fuzz on those red skins, or a layer of thin frost, is even softer and wetter. Clouds are rising, and through the gaps of the heavy green leaves, golden clouds are shining, and wisps of transparent lavender and light yellow light are reflected in the Woods. (Ding Ling)

In the autumn night, it is thick in Gao Lu, and a crescent moon hangs quietly in the southwest horizon. The cold moonlight shines on the earth, so dark, but the stars in the galaxy are more and more brilliant. In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn and millet, this song rang with the sound of autumn insects, and Guo Guo occasionally accompanied it with a few accompaniment, blowing the ground like a cold eggplant intermittently. Willow branches hang quietly by the roadside, and the shadows cover the winding path of weeds. (Xue Ke)

... The moon came up, but it was half covered by clouds, hiding in the cracks of trees far away, like a country girl, shy. People used to say, "yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar". That's a little! The clouds are getting thicker and thicker. Let him go. He's too lazy to take care of it. But I thought, if it was an autumn night, it would be good to blow a little west wind. Although it is not a real pine tree, you should listen to the surging "Tao" sound. The west wind will naturally not come. Before going to bed, we put two or three sticks of wax in the middle of the hall. The timid flame was weighed down by the big roof, and I couldn't breathe. We look at each other by candlelight, as if covered with a layer of smoke. It's dark and sea-like outside. Only a few barks from far and near teach us that we are still in the world. (Zhu Ziqing)

On a summer night, the sky is full of shining stars, like a galaxy paved with finely divided quicksand lying on the blue sky. The earth has fallen asleep. Except for the gentle breeze blowing and the occasional barking of two dogs, the deserted streets are silent. (Yang Mo)

At night, with a cool breeze, I blew the leaves of sorghum dripping with dew, the roaring poplars, the shining river and the handsome cheeks of Lin Daojing. What a beautiful summer night! The glittering and translucent stars are shining with touching light on the boundless gray sky, and grasshoppers, crickets, frogs and cicadas, who have not slept, gently sing lyrical songs in the grass, by the pond and in the gap between trees. While the vast fields are sleeping in silence, the green crops, the gurgling river, the winding dirt road stretching in the dark, the fragrant wildflowers and leaves, the rich and fresh intoxicating air, and the legendary revolutionary struggle life all seem particularly charming and give people a beautiful feeling in this unusual night. (Yang Mo)

At this time, everything was silent, only the silent darkness of the warm night surrounded them completely. Mocking bird, who lives in the flowers of rosa multiflora and Lonicera japonica, occasionally wakes up from a small dream and sings a shy and beautiful tune. Then, as if after careful consideration, it was completely silent again.

At night, the high You Lan sky is sparsely studded with gem-like stars, and the sky is always flashing like a ghost's eye, and the air is filled with the fresh breath of earth, fog and rice. The dreamy security of summer nights makes all living things seem to want the Russians to sleep. Although there are the faint cries of grasshoppers like Jin Lingzi, their voices are so thin and distant that they seem to be talking in a dream! (Writing Manual, 1983)

It was near dusk, and the sun slowly got into the thin clouds and turned into a red ball. In the western sky, a pink that is redder and more delicate than the fat doll's face appeared. The sun is the reddest around, so charming. The red color spread around, covering half the sky, and gradually faded from layer to layer until it turned gray. Soft, transparent, clear and moist air is floating in the sky. （《