Beautiful sentences describing the morning light

The following are beautiful sentences describing the morning light:

1. In the early morning, the waning moon was like a dull pebble and was thrown into the horizon.

2. In the morning, the sun is like a new wife who just went out, showing half her face shyly.

Dawn is like a sword, splitting the silent night and welcoming the rising sun.

Golden clouds are scattered in the sky, getting thinner and thinner, like washed hair.

5. The sun that just got up is full of energy and red light, illuminating the whole world.

6. The dawn of dawn lifts the veil of night, spits out brilliant morning light and ushers in a new day.

7. The newborn dawn, like a bright red baby, trembled three times in this thick spray.

8. In the early morning, on the budding bud, crystal clear and bright dew is flashing and full of vitality.

9. The sun just showed its first rays of warmth from behind the gray mountain top, and communicated with the coolness of the fading night, which made people feel sweet and tired.

10, the sun has just risen in the east, birds are singing in the trees, and children are playing happily in the forest.

1 1, when the sun just appeared, I walked along the river to the village, and the faint and clear fog and the smell of wet and moist soil kept coming to my face and getting into my nose. The river is clear at a glance.

12, the sun is still rising, but the air is filled with the cold of dawn, and the grass has covered the gray dew.

13, the sky is getting brighter, the light blue sky is inlaid with a few remnant stars, and the earth is hazy like a silver-gray veil.

14, it's already dawn, and the morning light like a clear spring flows out of the small window. Birds are chirping on the branches.

The rising sun is full of strong alcohol, spreading infinite drunkenness to the vast sky in the fields.

15, 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. Shrub with dense leaves growing in the depths of the rock wall will sprinkle a silver rain on us as long as a breeze blows.

16, the street is full of dew, the shadows of trees are fading, the stars are fading, the sky is getting higher, the first model net on the stockade is open against the dew, the pods are swaying in the breeze, and the smell of vegetable rice begins to drift away.