Beautiful words to describe ponds

1. Beautiful sentences describing the pond

1. In winter, the pond became quiet, but there was no pond in the cold winter. He is still so green and beautiful, and pine trees and bamboo accompany the pond together.

2. The rain falls on the pond, bubbling like a pot, bulging, copying and disappearing, disappearing and bulging.

3. The swimming pool in Zhan Qing, Zhan Qing is like transparent blue glass. You can clearly see groups of fish swimming around in the pond.

4. The residual lotus stalks in the pond in front of the door suddenly shook in a hurry, and then the red carp jumped over the dead calm water.

Autumn has come, and the leaves have fallen one by one, but the green bamboo is still so green. It rustles in the autumn wind, like a beautiful music. Pine trees bear pine cones, one by one hanging on the tree, looking at the green pond. Under the autumn wind, the pond gives off the sound of running water.

2. Quote the words that describe the pond:

Beautiful sentences describing the pond

1, the surface of the pool is not large, one acre square, and the quiet water surface can not help but remind people of Zhu's poem: "Half an acre square, the pool opens, and the clear sky and Wan Li clouds fall", which is the most touching portrayal of the pool water. Listening to frogs in summer, frogs are everywhere in the grass pond, and watching the water in winter, sparkling under the sunshine, is pleasing to the eye and makes people feel good.

The most wonderful thing is the vitality in the pond. People nearby put some wooden stakes in the water, paved boards, built a shed and put some ducks in the pond. At noon, the sun is warm, and the ducks enjoy themselves on the water. Some of them plunged into the water, leaving a tail stuck high, or flapping their wings and stretching their waists. Some peck at the vines and leaves left above, and you fight for it; Some of them are swimming freely, gently shaking brown flippers, white clothes and bright red necks. Ducks tired of swimming stand on the scaffolding, pecking their own feathers, or shaking their heads and tails, shaking off the splash, or squatting aside, huddled up, closing their eyes and resting comfortably.

Groups of fish in the pond gather on the surface of the water, spit bubbles, or swim under the grass. The pond is surrounded by a ridge of fields, with all kinds of melons and vegetables, which are neat and lush and green all year round. You can often see nearby peasant women, carrying buckets and watering pots, coming to the water to water vegetables. Bang, a long-handled ladle slapped the water surface, splashing a little.

The pond is such an ink painting, full of sparkling water, dense water vapor, noisy afternoon and silent morning and evening. Maybe the days are different and the customs are varied, but we just miss it inadvertently and quietly.

It's interesting to catch tadpoles by the pond in spring. A pool of spring water is as green as jade, and the surface of the pool is as quiet as a crystal mirror, reflecting the surrounding flowers and trees on it. When the sun goes down, the water in the pond is as red as the sun. Little friends can catch tadpoles or small conchs every morning. Only open the bottles, seize the opportunity and fish them into the water.

6. In summer, the lotus blooms in the pond, and the pink lotus blooms one after another? Women are dancing, and the ugliest thing is the red lotus in the pond, which sets off the blue lotus leaf. It's the beautiful lace on her colorful dress, and it's the turning water drops on the green leaves. Under the sunshine, the silver is shining and crystal clear, like countless jewels embedded in the lotus leaf.

7. In autumn, the grass turns yellow, the trees lose their leaves, chrysanthemums bloom, and all kinds of chrysanthemums bloom beside the pond, making the pond more beautiful. Chrysanthemum stamens are yellow, petals are layered and bright.

In winter, the pond freezes and people play all kinds of tricks on it. From a distance, the ice is crystal clear, like white jade. Children often skate, make snowmen and have snowball fights here. Very happy, in the pond, every festival is beautiful.

3. Words describing the pond ◇ Say ~ Song and Zhou Dunyi's Flowers of Land and Water Plants are very sweet.

Tao Jin Yuanming loves chrysanthemums alone; Since Li Tanglai, the world loves peony very much; Love lotus alone, dirt-free, clear but not demon. Straight outside, not crawling, fragrant and clear. It is slim and elegant, so you can look at it from a distance without looking ridiculous. Want to call chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers.

Hey! The love of chrysanthemum flowers is rarely heard after Tao; Who gave the lotus love? Peony love is suitable for all ages! ◇ Qingyangdu ~ Jinlefu green lotus covered with green water, hibiscus covered with red and fresh. There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above.

◇ ode to hibiscus ~ Yue Qingfeng in the Southern Dynasties shook purple leaves and exposed Zhu Shi lightly. Zhongchi is so green, wait until I glow red.

◇ picking lotus ~ In the Southern Dynasties, Wu Liang Dai mixed flowers, and Luoyi hung Qinghe. Ask my son where to go today, picking lotus in Jiangnan.

Three thousand miles in western Liaoning, I want to send it for no reason. May you return early, this lotus is fresh.

◇ Poems about Lotus ~ There are tiny grasses in the north of Hongze River, which can be used to rejuvenate. Green leaves like the wind, and red cherry is suitable for the sun.

Moving to the fish pond is a great loss. How to frost dew, should be with the canopy.

◇ chanting concentric hibiscus ~ Duke Du of Sui displayed lotus flowers, and graceful water came out. Solitary stems attract green, and double shadows reward red.

The color wins the song, and the fragrance dances wildly. The famous lotus can read by itself, and the same is true.

◇ picking lotus songs ~ Sui Yin Yingtong drew countless companions and untied himself. You don't need to wipe sweat powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will.

The boat docked against the lotus. Lotus root silk is held as a wisp and lotus leaf as a cup.

◇ Ancient style (its twenty-six) ~ Tang Li Baibi is born in quiet spring, sunny and fresh. Autumn flowers spit green water and dense leaves are full of smoke.

Beautiful powder is peerless, who will pass the incense? Sit and watch the frost disappear. If I don't find the root cause, I would like to believe in the edge of Huachi.

◇ Lotus-picking Song ~ Xiao Weijin paddled a Mulan boat in South Liu Liang, playing with lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus fragrance is separated from Purdue, and lotus leaves are fresh all over the river.

The room is easy to start with, and the handle comes with it. As soon as the flowers are exposed, they are wet and the stems of the wind are flickering.

◇ There is a gift of folding lotus ~ Tang Li Bai is playing autumn water by the river, loving this red and fresh. The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round.

This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away. Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind.

◇ Lotus ~ Li Shangyin is colorless and compatible. Why not be fragrant? Yao's seats are all set for the cool, and Yu Jinjin is too late.

Turn the light back and cross the socks with the water. Looking forward to saying goodbye to the autumn before, leaving home to sing a song.

◇ Lotus ~ Wenlutang shakes the star gold, and rolls the orchid into a white apple. It is necessary to put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far lotus plums have fragrant dust.

Go out to Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli at night. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

◇ hibiscus on the money pool ~ Jiangnan will rest in September, and hibiscus will turn to Zhongzhou. Beauty laughs across the water, and the sunset is still full of sorrow.

Dew wash jade plate Jintang cold, autumn wind blowing Jincheng ribbon. It's no use looking at each other. It's getting late, and there's a kind of seclusion in the pond.

◇ A plum cut ~ Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance in the Northern Song Dynasty can ruin Yuqiu, relieve Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. ◇ Su Curtain Covered ~ Zhou Bangyan burned agarwood to cool off the heat in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird. The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one.

My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time. Do the fishermen in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu.

Li Antang ~ Huang Mingqiong Dongjiatan is a vast desert with green trees facing the water inlet. Ten miles of brocade is constantly seen, and the west wind and the bright moon are still singing.

◇ picking lotus songs ~ Li Yaru's lotus field is a lake with a faint bonus. Three or five boats will go, singing loudly.

◇ Hibiscus ~ The most pitiful thing about Zheng Qing Banqiao is a few blushing scars, and there is a small bamboo door beside the Shuiwai Bridge. Looking in the mirror, I was surprised and regretted. Shi used to live in Zhuze Village.

◇ Thinking in Ouxiang ~ Modern, leisure, Xiao Wen, bid farewell to Anyi ancient town, and the water in Ouxiang is swaying in the canoe; The shore willows are dyed with green streams, and the lotus fragrance is brewed in autumn. Living in a foreign land is poor and chaotic, and my hometown is happy; A man of virtue and wealth starts from scratch, and the lotus fairy comes to the door gladly.

In summer, the mountain light suddenly goes out in the west of Nanting Sixin-Meng Haoran, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.

The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.

Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams. ◇ Untitled second ~ Li Shangyin, a misty rain is blowing from the east, and the wheels are faintly thundering outside the Furong Pool.

There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water. Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.

Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? . Making friends in summer ~ Ji Xu is free, sleeping alone and the water steps are quiet.

The moon gives birth to the forest, and the rain stays overnight like autumn. Looking back at Lian Fang, who sings Du Ruozhou? There is no dream at night, and you can swim if you have a dream.

◇ There is more hatred in the sand and snow in Huanxi, and more red tears cry for Gusu, leaning on the wind to coagulate the snow skin. The setting sun is over the river, the palace is half flat, and the lotus is full of lakes.

◇ Nanxiangzi Li Xun took a float boat, crossed the lotus pond, and called the sleeping mandarin duck. You girls cuddle and laugh, compete for novelty and beauty, and shake the lotus cover to break the sunset.

◇ Huanxisha Li Hanjingxiang sells residual green leaves, and the west wind is blue. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.

The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing.

How about Sun Guangxian in Sidi Township? More lingering feelings! Moths gather shame under the eternal water curtain. Liu Luo's skirts, tiny lines dragging blue waves.

Look at the ground, rain hits the lotus. ◇ Recalling Yuhang Pan Lang's long memory of the lonely mountain, the mountain is like a cluster in the lake, and the monk's room faces the lake all around, and the Qing people come back.

Lotus fragrance spray even the clouds pavilion, pavilion sound clear eaves priests. Don't come to dust and stain other people's clothes, and dream of flying in vain.

◇ After picking the lotus flowers of Mulberry and Ouyang Xiu, the West Lake is good. You don't need to mark the wine, and the green cover of the red building will follow. The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, drunk and returned to his hometown.

◇ Linjiang Xian Ouyang Xiu's rain fell on the light thunder pool outside the willow, and the rain dripped and broke the lotus sound. Soon the rain stopped and the broken rainbow appeared in the west corner of the building.

We leaned against the railing until the moon rose in the east. Swallow flies back to the door, peeping at Hua Liang and asking. I took the curtain off the jade hook.

The bed on the bed is flat, like a cool water wave, but there is no ripple. Watery pillow, there is a hairpin on the shore.

◇ Autumn dusk in Liuyong, Gan Caozi, all the lotus flowers are gone, and the pearls are raining. The moon is born after the rain, and it is freezing.

I can't stand such loneliness without companions in the swimming pool! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, the words pink lang are written. ◇ butterfly lovers, Yan's first "Frost Twist" was a great disappointment.

Through Ye Ying's voice, it seems to imitate Qin E's singing. Take a nap, wake up one day, double bamboo covered with cold wave.

Rain blows and wind blows, and the sky rises. Lotus is delicate and full of tears.

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4. A small pond in my backyard! I like to go to my home in the suburbs of Guangzhou for a holiday every week, because there is a small pond in my backyard! There is a small pond in my backyard. There are many small fish and shrimps in the pond.

In spring, the flowers, grass, trees and trees by the pond seem to know the arrival of spring, and they all make representations and tell us: "Spring is coming! Spring is coming! " In the pond, some fish and shrimp have been playing in the water. The green pool water flapped gently and became shiny. Obviously, this beautiful ripple is a masterpiece of spring breeze.

Summer is coming, the weather is very hot, because there is a big tree by the pond, so the clear water is still cool, and the fierce sunshine shines on the water through the gap, much like fireflies and twinkling stars dancing on the water. In autumn, the leaves of banyan trees fall gently to the ground, and a gust of autumn wind blows them all into the pond, like a boat sailing on the water.

The small fish in the pond swam happily, like a submarine searching. The cold winter finally came, the water in the pond turned into ice, and the trees beside the pond withered.

Snowflakes fall gently and quietly. Where are all the fish and shrimp in the pond at this time? It turns out that I took them home long ago and will not put them back in the pond until next spring.

The pool water in winter is like a jade mirror, crystal clear. How beautiful! The pond in my backyard is beautiful all year round. I think this pond has already become a part of my family, a friend of nature, and a home that small fish and shrimps can't live without! I love my home, and I prefer the small pond in my backyard! There is a big pond on the campus of my school. This pond is really beautiful.

In spring, the lotus leaves in the pond are tender green, not above the water, but just stuck on the water. It's like a little green disk floating on the water.

In summer, the lotus leaves in the pond miraculously grow rapidly. At this time, the lotus leaf is enough to support a big green watermelon.

Soon, the lotus began to grow slowly in the pond. There are flower bones first, then three or four petals. Finally, the beautiful lotus finally opened.

Like a beautiful flower fairy in pink and white. In autumn, lotus seeds are also mature.

All the students in the class went to pick lotus seeds. At this time, the lotus has withered and the lotus leaves are all yellow.

In winter, the water in the pond freezes. Many people skate on it, including me.

Some students slipped. But everyone had a good time.

This is a beautiful pond in our campus. The most beautiful time in the pond is summer.

"The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors." The poet Yang Wanli's beautiful sentence describing the West Lake can be used on the pond in my hometown.

And Wang Changling's "lotus leaf skirt cuts one color, and the hibiscus opens two sides. I wandered into the pool and couldn't see it, but I felt someone coming when I heard the song. " This is a portrayal of the lotus pond in my hometown.

It is a custom in our area to plant lotus water chestnut in the pond, especially lotus. Every summer, all the ponds in our village miraculously produce huge green lotus leaves and white or pink lotus flowers scattered on the green carpet, except the big port that flows day and night by the field.

The greenery that spread to the empty water in those days has already moistened the dry eyes of the villagers. Our little friends are overjoyed and eager to try.

When the lotus seeds bear fruit, we will sneak into the lotus pond together at noon or dusk, and the fish usually swim among the flowers and green leaves. There are naturally two or three boats across the pond, but we are not rare. We'd rather take off our clothes and shuttle picking in the lotus stem forest, which is a bit pricking.

Eating too many lotus seeds is not enough, so we focus on those small lotus seeds that just show their sharp corners. The flowers are still in bud, and the leaves are not as good as those in Zhan Yan, but we plunge into them, dig out the soft soil along their roots, drag them with our hands, and then take out small lotus roots. I couldn't hold it in my hand, so I wrapped it around my neck and made some snow-white silver collars.

Whoever has the most silver collars will win the admiration of his male partner and the affectionate eyes of his female partner. Standing in the water, standing on the shore, walking on the way home, lying on the bamboo bed on the threshing floor, biting the lotus root as white as jade bit by bit, with relish is rare among immortals.

As autumn approaches, the lotus pond, like a woman full of scenery, gradually takes off her makeup and becomes dull. The green headscarf, the size of a millstone, gradually turned yellow and gray, withered in the west wind, and finally fell into the mud, leaving countless lotus stems with black hair, pointing stubbornly to the sky like fingers.

"Bamboo dock clean water sill clear, acacia all the way through the city. The autumn wind does not scatter the frost and fly late, leaving the residual lotus to listen to the rain. "

Li Shangyin's name is Tingyu, and he must still be unable to let go of his sweetheart's singing among the lotus leaves. A leopard cannot change his spots. What is not old should be sincere feelings.

Sometimes, sincere feelings can't stand the erosion of years. Although they will be destroyed, they may be confided in another way. This is the case with the lotus pond. In autumn, it degenerates, brews and grows in the cold air. In winter, it provides people with not only frames of fish, but also inexhaustible crispy and refreshing white lotus root.

Of course, digging lotus roots in cold weather is very hard, and our friends generally don't do it. We will only go to the frozen harbor to pry ice cubes with red faces and shrinking hands.

First, knock the crack in the ice with a small stone. Pick a bigger one and drag it ashore when it's scattered. Then grind a small hole in it with a nail, put a rope on it, and two friends can lift it in tandem. That situation is very similar to the victory of Xiaoba Road carrying prisoners.

If you hold it, the ice will slowly melt, and as a result, it will crash to the ground. That beautiful breakthrough can actually make us cry happily.

But we can't wait to see it melt completely, and we bounce back to the port. Zhu Fuzi in the Southern Song Dynasty is an ancient man I don't like very much, but his Reading Experience is not bad.

"When half an acre of square pond is opened, the sky is high and the clouds are light. I want to know where the canal is so clear because there is running water at the source. " I think it refers to the pond in my hometown.

Yes, as an adult, I seldom go back to my hometown, even two or three times.

In the pond, dew rolled around on the lotus leaf, shining like starlight.

The swimming pool in Zhan Qing, Zhan Qing is like transparent blue glass. You can clearly see groups of fish swimming around in the swimming pool.

There are many cliffs outside the pool, and the rocks in the pool are rugged. The pool water flows in the mountains, and the green trees and red flowers all over the mountains constitute the unique scenery of Longtan.

Rain falls slowly in the pond, bubbling like a pot, bulging and disappearing, disappearing and bulging.

When the water surface is calm, the small pond is like a precious mirror, reflecting the beautiful posture of blue sky and white clouds; The breeze is blowing, and the water waves are rippling, like the goddess of fish shaking her brocade.

The spacious hole is facing a deep green pool, and the water is so calm that there are no wrinkles at all, as if someone left a mirror by the hole.

6. Collect and describe the pond, beautiful scenery beautiful scenery beside the pond, colorful flowers, colorful flowers, colorful flowers, colorful flowers, colorful winds, sunny days, scorching sun and drizzle, cloudy sky, cloudless Wan Li, cloudless Wan Li, storm, rainstorm, darkness and darkness. * * Flowing green grass, blooming flowers, blooming flowers, blooming flowers, blooming flowers, blooming flowers, colorful autumn waters, seamless autumn sky, refreshing sky, high clouds, breezes, beautiful sunshine and drizzle, birds and flowers, colorful flowers, colorful flowers, singing and dancing to Rong Ying, singing and dancing until spring is as deep as the sea, dew and autumn. The willows bloom with green flowers, the green frost leaves of spring seedlings are drunk, the Dongshan Mountain is like sleeping Yushu, and the honeysuckle is lush and seamless.

7. Ladies and gentlemen, do you have any good words, sentences and paragraphs to describe the pond? Aileen said ~ Song and Zhou Dunyi are both flowers of land and water, and loveliness is rare.