1.求描写大自然的英语诗歌
为你奉上，请你参考：
The Peace of Wild Things
《大自然的安宁》
When despair grows in me
当我内心变得绝望
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
我在寂静的午夜醒来，
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
担忧我和我孩子们的生活，
I go and lie down where the wood drake
我走出家门，在林中躺下
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
美丽的野鸭在湖中安憩，巨大的鹭鸶在觅食。
I come into the peace of wild things
我融入大自然的安宁
who do not tax their lives with forethought
这里的生命不会担忧它们的生活。
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
我面对宁静的湖面。
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
我感到白昼般耀眼的星星
waiting for their light. For a time
正在等待着它们的光明。
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
这时，我安息于世界的恩典之中，我自由了。
2.描写山水的英语文章
Many immigrants settled in New York City in the nineteenth century. They found that living conditions were not as wonderful as they had dreamed. Often there were six families crowded into a house made for one family. Thousands of children had to go to work. Working conditions were even worse. Immigrant men, women and children worked in factories for ten to twelve hours a day, stopping only for a short time to eat. They came to work even if they were tired or sick because if they didn’t, they might be fired. Thousands of people were waiting to take their places.。
3.描写风景的英语句子
1:However, some of them try to make good use of their vacations in gaining their working experiences in summer.
2:Many of them try to enrich their social and healthy life by participating in a number of interesting outdoor activities, include of camping with friends and family members, going to the beach or swimming at public pools, traveling and sightseeing locally and nationally.
3:Walking on the road, the wind coming like a heat wave attacks.
4:In July, blue sky, the Sun, the clouds like a fireball seems Sun Shaohua, also disappear.
5:golden butterfly you! whom you are dancing in it not smile flowers, grasses lost their luster. oh, i see, you are in the garden that little daisy eyes.
6:Early summer sunshine from the dense foliage and transmission, on the ground between India and full size coin sparkling spot.
7:summer is students’ the most favourite season because their longest vacations of the year are in summer.
8:i think autumn is the most beautiful season in a year.
9:I love summer very much. In summer, it’s hot, and sometimes it’s rainy. People wear T-shirts, shorts and sunglasses. Girls love to wear dresses and skirts.
10:strong technical skills enhance a beautiful scene that compares traditional and contemporized architectural styles.
11:Other students may try to improve their academic performance by going to their summer schools.
12:Summer is when the sun shines and the butterflies dance with the flowers.
13:It was a summer afternoon. The clear blue sky was dotted with fluttering larks.
14:the leaves turn yellow in autumn.秋天时叶子变黄。
15:In summer, especially lush vegetation, holly leaves shiny shiny, elm tree with luxuriant foliage, give people put up a thick green shade.
4.形容乡村美景的英语句子
Gorgeous moon adorns spring night,with the earth.the sky like the face of the transparency of the sea,and quiet,broad,and mysterious.luxuriant star,like the sea sweet little fire,twinkling,a tiny light.the fields and villages,trees,in the quiet sleep,on the silver gauze.the hill,like clouds,like the sea island,as though to call the night cruise ships,and shining up a red light .。
5.描写风景英语句子
描写风景的英文句子：
The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand atiptoe to peep at the heaven.
群树如表示大地的愿望似的，踮起脚来向天空窥望。
The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
水里的游鱼是沉默的，陆地上的兽类是喧闹的，空中的飞鸟是歌唱着的。但是，人类却兼有海里的沉默，地上的喧闹与空中的音乐。
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness。
世界在踌躇之心的琴弦上跑过去，奏出忧郁的乐声。
spring is a lot of rain,summer is hot,autumn is the best season in a year,it is cool and busy ,winter is cold and sonetimes snowy.
春天是多雨的，夏天是炎热的，秋天是一年中最好的季节，它很凉爽而且忙碌，冬天是寒冷的，有时会下雪。
6.有关于风景的诗歌,英语,
选了几个还不错的。
这个里面都是英文的诗词。
7.描写春天美景的英语诗句
诗歌。
一。 Spring Robert McCracken Today is the day when bold kites fly, When cumulus clouds roar across the sky. When robins return, when children cheer, When light rain beckons spring to appear. Today is the day when daffodils bloom, Which children pick to fill the room, Today is the day when grasses green, When leaves burst forth for spring to be seen 二。
April Days Days of witchery,subtly sweet, When every hell anstree finds heart, When witer and spring like lovers meet In the mist of noon and part— In the April days. Nights when the wood frogs faintly peep Once-twice-and then are still, And the woodpeckers’ martial voices sweep Like bugle notes from hill to hill- Through the pulseless haze Days when the soil is warm with rain, And through the wood the shy wind steals, Rich with the pine and the poplar smell, And the joyous earth like a dancer reels- Through the April days! Springtime When springtime comes upon us Filling freshness in the air Showing natures own beauty With flowers blooming everywhere. Trees start slowly budding Opening to the sun’s warm rays Start the birds to singing Touching our hearts in these ways. The grass starts turning greener Pushing up out of the ground. Nature is waking up Sending forth her beautiful sound. Kenng Rutherford 诗句。 when in spring the sweet showers fall That pierce winter’s drought to the root and all。
文章。 A Spring Morning It was early in the spring morning. The sun was just rising out of the eastern horizon? emitting steaks of red hue through the clouds and across the sky. Soon the campus was battled in the first rays of the sun. The lake? the trees and the bamboos looked as if they were all gilded. The ground was covered with tender grasses and the beaded dewdrops stood on their tips and reflected the sunshine. Birds flew about in the woods twittering restlessly. Some boy students who were absorbed in reading leaned against the trees with buds peeping out from within the gray barks. A couple of girl students read English aloud while walking up and down the gravel path around the lake? where a sort of stream rose? forming a thin mist. It was really a morning of beauty? of vigor and of hope. Today, look at the blue sky, hear the grass growing beneath your feet, inhale the scent of spring, let the fruits of the earth linger on your tongue, reach out and embrace those you love. Ask Spirit to awaken your awareness to the sacredness of your sensory perceptions. What a miracle it is. No matter how long the winter, how hard the frost or how deep the snow, Nature triumphs. No season is awaited so eagerly or welcomed so warmly as spring…Each year I am astonished by the wealth of flowers the season gives us: the subtlety of the wild primroses and violets, the rich palette of crocus in the parks, tall soldier tulips and proud trumpeting daffodils and narcissi. Picture this: The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of blue sky in it. Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment. In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth. Spring are not always the same.In some years,April bursts upon Virginia hills in one prodigious leap-and all the stage is filled at once,whole choruses of tulips,arabesques of forsythia,cadenzas of flowering plum.The trees grow leavws overnight. In other years,spring tipoes in.It pauses,overcome by shyness,like my grandchild at the door,peeping in,ducking out of sight,giggling in the hallway.”I know you are out there,”I cry.”Come in”And April slips into our arms. The dogwood bud, pale green,is inlaid with russet markings.Within the perfect cup a score of clustered seeds are nestled.One examines the bud in awe:Where were those seeds a month ago?The apples display their milliner’s scraps of ivory silk,rose-tinged.All the sleeping things wake it,feel it, crumble April in your hands. Look to the rue anemone,if you will,or the pea patch,or to the stubborn weed that thrusts its shoulders through a city street.This is how it was,is now,and ever shall be, the world without end.In the serene certainty of spring recurring,who fear the distant fall?。
