英语词组一处迷人的风景怎么写( 三 ) _词组

任意选一篇都可以
5.描写景色与假期的英语词组,急景色：beautiful natural scenery 美丽的自然景色
pleasant scene 令人愉快的景色
We had a grand view of sunrise.我们看到了日出的壮丽景色。
be apparently amazed by the spectacular view below.壮丽的景色使……惊奇不已
a picturesque landscape 独特的风景
The whole scene is like a huge coloured tapestry.景色似锦
attractive scenery 迷人的景色
假期：a meaningful holiday 一个有意义的假期
enjoys the vacation 享受假期
have/take a relaxing vacation享受一个轻松的假期
journey leave 旅程假期
do something stimulating and fun while vacation在假期中做一些刺激的、有意思的事
6.描写一个地方的景色英语作文（带翻译）Beautiful sceneryDuring the summer vacation, my mother took me to the south of the Yangtze River tourism.The good, the beautiful scenery, I still can not forget.One morning, I watch the sunrise on the Bank of the river, that river deep blue is blue eyes. Not for a moment, Water-day phase transfer line of golden light, the sky aglow. Clouds are red.The sky, the sun seems to carry the burden of a longitudinal vertical upward, finally out of water, with a dazzling light, to open her eyes. At this time, as long as we raised his head can see the birds in the sky fly.Riverside flowers also seems to be in the sun with the bright colors: orange, red, pink, purple·· · · · ·they were open to us smiling.At this time, the golden Canna will water bearing on the blue river lining up, looks so sweet and charming, is really indulge in pleasures without stop. Look at it from a distance, like a blue ribbon.The scenery is so beautiful, so an indulge in pleasures without stop！江南美景暑假里，妈妈带我去江南旅游。
江南可美啦，那美丽的风景至今我还无法忘记。一天早晨，我在江边观看日出，当时江水深蓝色好是蓝蓝的眸子。
不到一会，水天相接的交接线出现了金色的亮光，天空一片通红。白云也被染红了。
天边，太阳好像负着重担似的一纵一纵往上升，最后终于跳出水面，射出一道道刺眼的光芒，使人睁不开眼睛。此时，只要我们抬起头就可以看见雁群在天上自由的飞。
江边的鲜花似乎也被太阳染上了鲜艳的色彩：橘黄的、红的、粉红的、紫红的······它们竟相开放向我们露出灿烂的笑容。这时，那金黄的美人蕉将的江水承托起蓝蓝的江水衬托起，显得那么甜静迷人，真令人流连忘返。
从远处看它，好似一条蓝蓝的绸带。江南景色是那么美，那么令人流连忘返。
7.求描写风景的优美英语句子At the Edge of the Sea The shore is an ancient world, for as long as there has been an earth and se a there has been this place of the meeting of land and water. Yet it is a world that keeps alive the sense of continuing creation and of the relentless drive of life. Each time that I enter it, I gain some new awareness of its beauty and it sdeeper meanings, sensing that intricate fabric of life by which one creature is linked with another, and each with its surroundings.In my thoughts of the shore, one place stands apart for its revelation of exquisite beauty. It is a pool hidden within a cave that one can visit only rarely and briefly when the lowest of the year's low tides fall below it, and perhaps from that very fact it acquires some of its special beauty. Choosing such a tide , I hoped for a glimpse of the pool. The ebb was to fall early in the morning. I knew that if the wind held from the northwest and no interfering swell ran in f rom a distant storm the level of the sea should drop below the entrance to the pool. There had been sudden ominous showers in the night, with rain like handfuls of gravel flung on the roof. When I looked out into the early morning the sky was full of a gray dawn light but the sun had not yet risen. Water and air were pallid. Across the bay the moon was a luminous disc in the western sky, suspended above the dim line of distant shore — the full August moon, drawing the tide to the low, low levels of the threshold of the alien sea world. As I watched, a gull flew by, above the spruces. Its breast was rosy with the light of the unrisen sun. The day was, after all, to be fair.Later, as I stood above the tide near the entrance to the pool, the promise of that rosy light was sustained. From the base of the steep wall of rock on which I stood, a moss covered ledge jutted seaward into deep water. In the surge at the rim of the ledge the dark fronds of oarweeds swayed smooth and gleaming as leather. The projecting ledge was the path to the small hidden cave and its pool. Occasionally a swell, stronger than the rest, rolled smoothly over the rim and broke in foam against the cliff. But the intervals between such swells were lo ng enough to admit me to the ledge and long enough for a glimpse of that fairy pool, so seldom and so briefly exposed.And so I knelt on the wet carpet of sea moss and looked back into the dark cavern that held the pool in a shallow basin. The floor of the cave was only a fewinches below the roof, and a mirror had been created in which all that grew on the ceiling was reflected in the still water below.Under water that was clear as glass the pool was carpeted with green sponge. Gray patches of sea squirts glistened on the ceiling and colonies of raft coral were a pale apricot color. In the moment when I looked into the cave a little e lfin starfish hung down, suspended by the merest thread, perhaps by only a single tube foot. It reached down to touch its own reflection, so perfectly delineated that there might have been, not one starfish, but two. The beauty of the refle cted images and of the limpid pool itself was the poignant beauty of things that are ephemeral, existing only until the sea should return to fill the little cave.By Rachel Carson 在海边海岸是一个古老的世界。