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Sentences describing natural landscapes

Time: 2012-06-14

Those dense poplar leaves, like a stream of water, rustling day and night, rustling, flowing quietly and loudly where people cannot see.

In August in the south, the sun was shining like a fire. At noon, Tai Yiyang's leaves were curled up in the sun. I heard a long voice and kept whispering, adding a layer of boredom to the sultry weather.

The sun and the light in the afternoon were too strong, and even the water in the seedling field steamed darkly and made a tiny sound.

On summer night, when there were too many mosquitoes, he sat under a locust tree with a fan, and looked at the little blue sky from the dense leaves.

Chunyi's bright natural world is so beautiful at this moment: the bright sun and the sun shine everywhere, showing off the colors of the five faces, and the melodious birds call the insects, and the intoxicating aroma is floating everywhere. This is a green world, a sea of flowers.

When Tai Yiyang showed his face, I walked along the river to the village. The faint and clear mist, the moist and moist soil smell, kept on fluttering into my face and got into my nose.

Tai Yiyang shone fiercely in the dark blue sky; on the bank opposite us was a yellow-orange-orange oat field. Absinthe grew in some places, not even a wheat ear. Shake it.

I like spring rain, not only the magnificent appearance of the spring bamboo shoots it exchanged, but I also like: stepping into the light blue smoke and rain, in this rainy season, you support me a piece of rain-free world.

High and low loess rolled along the road. Tai Yiyang was buried in the loess and was flesh-red. But Tai Yiyang still burned strangely, burning their flesh to purple and black, and seemed to smell a burnt smell.

In spring, kapok flowers that are as hot as red, peony flowers that are as pink as pink, and rose flowers that are as white as jade are opening. Some flowers are full of buds, some are budding, and others are full of heads.

The buds on the branches of fir trees are quite plump, tender and tender, reflecting the sky, and you say that spring is still far away.

The creature woke up in the spring morning, showing the precious and seductive life. Spring morning dyes the hope in my heart and inspires the passion of life

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