describing places

here are  some sentences to describe places (hopefully they are useful enough!) :

• roses are blooming everywhere in the garden. lilies make the picture perfect, and orchids add some colours to nature's drawing. birds are chipping harmoniously, performing their own orchestra on the old wrinkled branches. everything seems to be perfect.
• our new house is quite large. definitely larger than our previous one. the parlour stretches from the front door to the lips of the backyard opening. the windows are clear enough for all of us to stand by and watch the sun set.
• the old town is a left one. it's a "Cowboy town". only the gas station had its light on. nobody could be seen, what more in the viscosity of the dark night. Wind could be heard breezing through the wrinkled Autumn leaves, leaving an eerie music in the air.
• the island was a perfect location for an amazing vacation.from inside the plane, it looked like a tiny dot of ink on a wide blue paper. it had a beautiful sandy beach-perfect enough to land a yacht. it came with a complete package of a warm welcoming cottage hiding right beneath the canopy of the green jungle. sometimes, smoke could be seen escaping from the woody chamber, indicating the presence of visitors. during winter, the sea froze and it would create an incredible view from the windows of the cottage. besides, the island owned a smallholding to give pleasure to those who love worm and soil.
• the castle looked stunning in the rise of the dusk. the dim light made a perfect pair with the bare wall.the gate was way too tall -impossible to be reached by a human being. 
• when we reached the crime scene, fresh blood was still oozing from the dreadful looking dead-body. the person was newly wed and newly murdered. colour of the blood painted the floor. the house looked terrible like a bull in the China shop.the curtain was down on the floor and the vase was broken. sharp sparkling glasses are everywhere- you name it: on the sofa, on the table, on the dead... body
• winter wasn't my favourite. i was freezing cold. zero temperature didn't seem to suite me well, i hate it when it made me sniffed a thousand time. i walked along the snowy path, trying to recentre myself after one long hectic day. the park reminded me to some memories i used to long. the rotting wooden bench brought me back to the nostalgic time i had with my dad. the wind blew slowly, touching my face tenderly just like mum would do whenever i was beaten by sadness..i was touched. all these had brought me back to my homeland, Malaysia..

*the last sentence is not entirely describing a particular place. it's describing the feeling, i think.

do correct me if it's not right.