At this time, everything in the street was shrouded in the soft morning light, and the willows on the roadside hung their heads and bathed gently in the morning light; Tall poplars spread their arms like strong young people; The wet grass gives off a faint green color. What a beautiful summer morning.
When I got up to open the door, I heard the sound of the morning. It's telling me to open the door quickly It's waiting for me to dance with it.
It seems that the moon flinched in front of that light. The light is getting pink and brighter. The wet, night's rest and happy world woke up.
The dawn of joy has not yet reached the canyon, but it has stained the cliff tops on both sides of our heads with the color of Huang Chengcheng. The leafy shrubs growing in caves deep in the rock wall will give us a silver rain as long as there is a breeze blowing.
The street smells of dew, the shadows of trees gradually fade away, the stars gradually disappear, the sky gradually rises, the morning glory on the stockade is in full bloom with dew, the pods are swaying in the breeze, and the fragrance of vegetable rice begins to drift away.
In the morning, the street is quiet. When the first ray of morning light penetrated the mist, a warm morning appeared in the street.
In the early morning, the street is very quiet. When the first ray of morning light passed through the mist, a warm morning came to the side street. At this time, everything in the small street is shrouded in the soft morning light, and the willows on the roadside hang their heads and meekly accept the morning shower.
The sunshine in the morning is quiet and elegant, and there is no such noisy atmosphere, which makes people feel calm and relaxed. I have also felt that artistic conception.
The moist black soil seems to have traces of rosy morning light, and the songs of larks fall all over the sky like showers.
The sun has just emerged from behind the gray mountain, and the warmth of its first ray of sunshine communicates with the coolness of the fading night, which makes people feel a sweet fatigue.
The sun has just risen in the east, birds are singing in the trees and children are playing happily in the forest.
When the sun first appeared, I walked along the river to the village. The faint smell of clear fog and moist soil kept patting my face and getting into my nose, and the river was clear at a glance.