最美莫过于大自然。我喜欢冲出幽谷的小溪，因为它的不懈、它的执着；我喜欢搏击长空的雄鹰，因为它的勇敢、它的矫健；我喜欢点缀大地的小草，因为它的无忧、它的潇洒……
The most beautiful is nature. I like the stream that rushes out of the valley because of its unremitting and persistent; I like to fight against the eagle in the sky because of its bravery and vigorous; I like the grass that embellishes the earth because of its carefree and unrestrained
我发现了和风细雨的柔美。微风拂过，小雨便斜斜地轻扬，给悄然复苏的万物笼上一层朦胧的轻纱。雨带来了空气清新的气息——有些像薄荷的清香，浓郁时，竟发出泥土的气息，毕竟是春天了啊。雨，更是女性。她在人们的伞上、屋顶上、草木的绿叶上、花瓣上，跳起了轻盈的舞蹈，重复轻诉水的柔情。当温馨的和风轻柔地抚着脸庞，当毛绒的细雨亲昵地舔着大地，我喜欢置身于迷蒙的烟霏里，让斜斜密密的雨丝似无声又有声轻悄悄地把我的心儿织绿。“沾衣欲湿杏花雨，吹面不寒杨柳风”，就是这样的境界吧？
I found the gentle and gentle beauty. The breeze blows, the drizzle slants gently, and brings a hazy veil to the quietly revived things. Rain brings fresh air - some like mint fragrance. When it's full-bodied, it sends out the smell of earth. After all, it's spring. Rain, more women. On people's umbrellas, roofs, green leaves of plants and petals, she danced with lightness and repeated the tender feeling of soft water. When the warm and gentle wind gently caresses my face, when the drizzle of plush licks the earth intimately, I like to be in the misty smoke, so that the slanting and dense rain seems silent and quietly weaves my heart green. "Wet apricot flower rain, not cold willow wind", is this the realm?
我发现了明月之夜的优美。当皎洁的明月在苍穹高高悬挂，当清凉的银辉向大地静静地泼撒，我喜欢走进安详的夜，倾听明月与清风的低吟，任思想的野马在过去与未来纵情地驰骋。我想到李白的“床前明月光，疑是地上霜”的低吟，想到杜甫“露是今夜白，月是故乡明”的叹惋，想到苏轼“明月几时有，把酒问青天”的豪放，想到席慕容“故乡的歌是一支清远的笛，总在有月亮的晚上响起”的感慨……呵，永恒的明月，永恒的乡愁。
I found the beauty of the moon night. When the bright moon hangs high in the sky, when the cool silver light splashes on the earth quietly, I like to walk into a peaceful night, listen to the murmur of the bright moon and the breeze, and let the wild horse of thought gallop freely in the past and the future. I think of Li Bai's murmur of "the bright moon in front of his bed, the frost on the ground", Du Fu's sigh of "the dew is the white tonight, the moon is the bright hometown", Su Shi's bold and unconstrained expression of "when is the bright moon, ask the wine for the blue sky", Xi Murong's feeling that "the song of his hometown is a distant flute, always rings in the night with the moon" O eternal moon, eternal homesickness.
我畅想冬天下雪的美景。现在下雪的日子可真少啊，遥想童年时候，当纷纷扬扬的雪花似轻盈的白蝶翩翩飞舞，当冰清玉洁的丝缎铺天盖地覆盖万物，我喜欢徜徉在那银白世界，贪婪地阅读春姑娘寄给人间洋洋洒洒的片片来信。而现在，我只能在“忽如一夜春风来，千树万树桃花开”的诗句中去想象，只能在“燕山雪花大如席”的描写中去惊奇，在“纷纷鳞甲飞，顷刻遍宇宙”的虚拟中去满足。
I imagine the beauty of snow in winter. Now there are few days of snow. When I was a child, when the snowflakes were flying like light white butterflies, when the pure and pure silk covered everything, I like wandering in the white world, greedily reading the letters sent by spring girls to the world. Now, I can only imagine in the verse of "suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and peach blossoms", can only wonder in the description of "Yanshan snow is as big as a mat", and satisfy in the virtual of "one after another scales fly, all over the universe in an instant".
我喜欢大自然，喜欢亲近大自然，那和煦的阳光给了我们多少温暖，那悠闲的白云给了我们多少遐想，那花香盈盈的芳草地留下我们多少足迹……那沉稳的山，那灵动的水，那片片树林，那自由的小鸟，那活泼的鱼儿……生生不息的大自然，容纳一切的大自然。
I like nature, like to be close to nature, how much warmth the warm sunshine gives us, how much reverie the leisurely white clouds give us, how many footprints the fragrant grass leaves us The steady mountain, the moving water, the woods, the free birds, the lively fish Endless nature, containing all nature.
朋友，我喜欢拉着你的手，一起走进这美丽的大自然。
Friend, I like to hold your hand and walk into the beautiful nature together.
