2. The sun was the reddest around, so red that it was fascinating. The red color spreads to all directions, spreading half the sky, one layer than one layer gradually faded, until it becomes grayish-white.
3, oh! Spring rain ah, the original you follow the spring girl together to the earth, make the earth vibrant, exudes a fresh breath. Your dexterous hand, pulling people's heartstrings, pulling people's beautiful hope.
4, the new spring sun is not very warm, but a clear light increased the heart and body of the heat.
5, our prosperous Shenzhen is very special, its winter is warm, here all year round like spring, winter also with a touch of warmth, when we go out for a walk, we will see the trees green and green, while other cities have bare trees. We don't even have a piece of snow in winter here, which is unexpected.
6. Winter is so quiet. The cold makes the jumping and screaming river lose the sound of gurgling water, makes the rushing river silent, and makes the boundless sea calm down and let them take a rest.
7. The leaves of the big trees seem to be curled by the sun, and the heads of the small trees droop listlessly. Even the rice paddies were cracked by the sun, and even the stone road in front of my house was hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot.
8, a walk into the orchard, you see the red apple trees, from a distance, as if on fire, get close to see, an apple as if the little girl's little red face. A turn, saw the golden duck pear, as if a golden gourd, a smell, hey, what is this flavor? Oh, the original is a golden pear, issued by the tempting flavor. Further ahead, and saw a red-orange lanterns, hanging in the persimmon tree, a touch, soft, must be very delicious. A turn of the head, saw the red and round cherries, really like a ruby. Picked one, tasted it, ah! It's really sour! Inadvertently, glanced at the ground, swarms of small ants in the preparation of the winter food it.
9, winter, the river is frozen, snowflakes falling, not long before the river became snow-covered, can not tell which is the river which is the ground. Children in the thick snow snowball fights, snowmen. The white snow has suddenly become a playground for children.
10, the winter girl stepped with the cold winds of the north wind, a wave of the hand down the snow, the school has turned into a snow-covered, silver fairy tale world; "snow pressure pine, pine and straight", the pine tree's leaves seem to be like needles, a cluster of outward stretching, each of which is sharp and powerful, as a spirit to support them. The spirit supports them.
11, favorite winter sunny morning, I entered the park from the middle of the acacia to the south gate, the east only showed the white, the moon hanging diagonally in the southwest side of the fluttering treetops, not very bright, listless, like a sound sleep, but also like shyness, and sometimes like a naughty child playing with a paper boat, let the thin paper immersed in the water to spread, has been soaking to the crystalline, without the soul of the paper.
12, under the pine forest, not only pine needles, there are pine mushrooms. That should be the summer, after a rain, we children are eager to try, the mountain grass is still dripping with the sound of the rain residue, stepping on the mud, we will be in a hurry to set off. The pile of mushrooms, with the rain, the top breaks through the soft soil of the pine needles repressed in the head, emerging from the ground, soundly breathing the clean air after the rain, with their unique mushroom aroma and partners greeted.
13, Beijing's garden architecture in the subtleties of artisanship. A section of the corridor, a clump of grass on the edge of the steps, a set of subtle carvings, all play a subtle role in the atmosphere. For example, the Summer Palace in the corridor, a mile long, divided into a dozen segments, each section of the room on the painted, or mountains, or water, or people, or things, or historical stories, or myths and legends, none of the same. A "Chang'e to the moon" painting, the characters are vivid. Painters may have absorbed the Dunhuang murals in the flying pattern of the artistic essence, some "Wu belt when the wind" flavor, people carefully to taste.
14, sunset, woods, a yellow flower, a person. In this early winter dusk. Everything is so beautiful, so beautiful that people are sad and intoxicated.
15, spring fields, moist air swirling with the tantalizing aroma of grass; fields, from time to time floated to the aroma of the soil. As far as the eye can see, full of tender green wheat seedlings, has been extended to the distant horizon, and the sunset will leave its favor to the vault of the sky at the same time, but also to the earth. The sun was about to set, but the sky was still bright. At this time, there were only a few white clouds in the sky, like a few sailboats traveling on the sea. By this time, the birds in the trees and on the ground had almost returned to their nests, but some of them were still out for food. Suddenly, more than one little bird got frightened and dragged out a long cry and flew into the distance.
16, the most attractive is the grandmother's home of the lotus pond, lotus leaves, lotus flowers and lotus roots grow in the pond, some of these flowers bloomed, some did not bloom, some budding, the color of the flowers is pink, they are really beautiful ah! The color of the lotus leaves is green, the leaves are very big, some of the lotus stems are curved, some of them are straight, they are high out of the water, the wind blows, the lotus leaves will turn like a gyroscope, like dancing, bees and butterflies also come to participate in the dance of the lotus flowers and leaves, beautiful!
17, came to the countryside, as far as the eye can see, a large area of golden rice, the autumn wind, rice swaying with the wind, as the sea waves, wave after wave. In the orchard, the fruits are also ripe, yellow pear, red apple, orange tangerine ...... each fell in the branches, the branches are bent. Roadside golden leaves, paved a "golden road", leaves reluctantly left the branches, like a butterfly in the air fluttering lightly. Branches alone, like an old grandfather lost hair ......
18, I went to find the spring with a curious mood ah, I saw the spring in the distance of the rolling hills, become pale green near the hillside grass also quietly drilled out of the ground, they are tender, green, fat little leaves, like a Just woke up fat dolls this one, that a cluster, dotted with the steep slopes of the hillside trees are also quietly draw new branches, grow like grass like new shoots willow branches hanging down, like a line hanging in the tree that tender XX of small leaves, like the line on the petals of the line line poplars bloomed, the flowers in bunches, is the purple-red body full of very soft hairs, like a Caterpillar, really interesting mountain peach blossom show petals spit stamen, apricot blossom haunted on the branch, pear blossom compete ......
19, snow stopped, the air as if it was filtered, extra cool, extra fresh. The playground suddenly lively, some students in the snowball fight, some in the snowball, pile of snowmen, they chased, laughing, patting each other on the body of the snow, they seem to feel not cold at all, laughter echoed in the campus.
20, in the morning, the sun rose from the east, the soft light shines on the water, sparkling, far away, the brook is like a golden ribbon around the small town, to the small mountain town added infinite vitality.
21, spring, everything is recovering, flowers blooming. The ice above the river melted under the warm sunshine, and the two sides of the river showed a vibrant scene. Children can pick wildflowers and hide-and-seek along the river, which is very interesting.
22, when the setting sun sinks. When the silvery gray twilight dew covers the grassland, you will see countless points of red fire light, that is the herdsmen are burning copper kettle to prepare dinner.
23, the original white grass, is now a green piece of grass for a dress. A breeze blew, the grass swaying with the wind, like doing radio gymnastics, the original layer of thick ice of the river, has been as before, joyfully flowing, the river, a few lovely ducklings are joyfully playing, but also from time to time called a few times.
24, the winter of Qiandao Lake is different from the weekday Qiandao Lake! In winter, the beautiful lake, always shimmering, as if a lovely face in the smile. This is reflected in the lake in the green mountains, blue sky and white clouds in the woods as if a group of lovely children dancing. The lake dances up, the green hills dance up, the white clouds dance up, the woods dance up. The plum blossom in the park is not willing to lag behind, with the arrival of the winter girl, also danced up.
25, the autumn wind, the harvest season has come, autumn is thick, the yellow leaves are floating. Early in the morning, the dawn of autumn has come, the sunshine spread to the earth, cool wind, so that we will all the annoying brain are thrown to the clouds. Cool wind, clear water, high mountains, blue sky, light smoke, dense forests, yellow leaves, high sun, white clouds, the autumn scenery is very beautiful, really call people praise. Autumn is a picturesque poem. Autumn is the chapter of Xu Xu like life.
26, to stay in the garden, you will see groups of koi carp swimming in the water, ripples out of a confused patch of light, as if the sky's colorful clouds landed here. They sometimes hide at the bottom of the lake, sometimes leaping out of the green wave, sometimes looking at the pedestrians coming and going, very spiritual look.
27, this is a ten-meter-wide river, the river is not clear, but the river floating lotus leaves are evergreen, every day home from school, I always have to look at her, the mood has become to relax. Especially in the height of summer, a small lotus flower out of the mud. They are not as huge as the West Lake Lotus, not as fragrant as osmanthus, and not as dense as peach blossoms, they are just silently open, although scattered, but invariably give people a feeling of freshness.
28, the autumn rain stopped, autumn is here, the sun came out. Look, the apple quietly opened the green leaves. The autumn rain girl walked in the field. Red sorghum saw the autumn rain girl and then look at themselves, shy, covered themselves up; rice saw the autumn rain girl, bent a waist, like bowing!
29, Torch Plaza has an oval imitation Roman-style building, there is a level of steps up, standing in the highest place, there will be a breeze with the flavor of grass swept across the face. Then you can look at the square below a large swath of the crowd, or playing chess, or dance fan, or whispering, or a family *** enjoy the blessings of heaven, a harmonious scene. Surrounded by very, very tall buildings and patches of green space.
30, snowflakes form thousands of crystal bright, like a warrior on the march, clad in silver armor, but also like a piece of white sails in the voyage.
31, the summer night is always so intoxicating, the dark dome of the sky is covered with a little bright stars, appearing particularly dazzling. A round of bright moon hanging high in the air, light light like a light yarn, floating, reflecting on the river, like a layer of broken silver, crystal bright flash. The summer night wind is expected, slowly blowing, extra fresh, cool. Hiding in the bushes of the frogs also began to indulge up, "croak croak" and screamed endlessly, clinging to the trunk of the cicadas also do not concede defeat, "know know know" in the call; I do not know when the fireflies also flew out of the cool, in the trees flashing, especially good-looking.
32, autumn is not my favorite season, not as vibrant as the spring, unlike the summer sun, different winter cold, just sometimes there will be a warm wind, different from the spring wind, the wind contains the flavor of the fruit trees and flowers and grasses, gently, gently, swept over the people's hearts.
33, there is not a wisp of wind on the lake, the light of the lake is as clean as a jade disk that has not been worn, there is a bright moon in the sky, radiating a faint light, and everything around is peaceful and quiet.
34, that the sea breeze blowing more refreshing, a burst of, blowing you relaxed and happy, the heat of summer swept away, really comfortable! Golden sandy beach narrow around the sea, but also a glimpse of the sea, and the sea mirrors, really worthy of a thousand miles of sandy beaches, ten thousand miles of sea waves. Both majestic and spectacular, giving people an indescribable kind of emotion. Hand touching the golden sand, a warm current into my heart, really comfortable.
35, everything is asleep, flowers thank you, to the earth back to the red dress green shirt; butterflies hide, into a chrysalis hidden in the ground; swallows are also too weak to fly away; willow collect soft branches, sprinkle to the earth a piece of indifference. In this moment of silence, you may find a pot of daffodils in the window, turquoise leaves, although there is no graceful flowers, but also let you think it is better than roses. Waxing plums, also not willing to lag behind, show their star-like flowers, full of branches are bright, colorful.
36, I like / used to look out the window, record the scenery along the way around, appreciate / reproduce the food around, sometimes thinking, Chengdu's landscape, how are with the show and spirit, the basin of the topography, the barrier of the Qinling of the Daba, the cold wind blowing impermeable, the hot sun does not dry, subject to the natural shelter, the Tianfu so pleasant.
37, if you sit on the airplane down to the bird's eye view, the scenery here is extremely spectacular and beautiful. The network of turquoise, green, and diaphanous forest belts, like a checkerboard, divides the yellow fertile soil in one file very neatly. As the seasons change and the crops alternate and mature, the fields change their brilliant colors like sparkling jewels.
38, the afternoon sun, too strong, even the water in the rice paddies, are steamed to darkly emit a small sound. Seedling leaves sunburned rolls, lost tender green luster, and no wind, people walk on both sides of the ridge with seedlings, simply hot and sweaty, gas is not easy to penetrate a mouth, so no one wants to come out.
39, the river clear flow to the bottom, as a transparent blue ribbon. A group of small fish swim over the top of the water. They surfaced for a while, and disappeared under the water for a while. Suddenly, the small turtles from the bottom of the water out, some and the small fish race, some out of the walk, and some swim on the surface of the air it.
40, fall is the season of alternating summer and cold. An autumn rain a cool, a few days ago after an autumn rain, there is no longer a hot and difficult temperatures, the raging tigers abruptly disappeared. People can go out of the house, into nature, enjoy the autumn scenery; autumn no longer have radiation burning ultraviolet radiation, sunburned skin hot and spicy, autumn sunshine to people's feeling is soft and charming; lusty typhoon, the whistling rainstorms have been far away, the autumn wind to people's feelings is refreshing and cozy.
41, the night is thicker, the "bright lights" in the sky more and more. And the city really lights up everywhere, especially around the harbor around the hillside of the lights, reflected in the blue sea from mid-air, along with the waves, swaying, flashing, like a string of flowing pearls, and that piece of the densely covered in the dome of the stars reflecting each other, very beautiful.
42, moonlight campus is beautiful. People talk about the world, carefree; children play in the moonlight, running around happy; campus flowers and grasses, in the company of the moonlight also entered a sweet dream. Gradually people thinned out, everyone went home to sleep, only the moon and a few stars to accompany it outside. Although people have gone home, the moon is still selflessly spreading its beautiful light to every corner of the earth. Just as Lao She's "The Moon" wrote, the moon is the purest thing in the world.
43, the fog is misty, the world a color, the people have gone, its mausoleum still exist. But see the mausoleum on the grass as blue, green trees, forests and trees between the diffuse floating white fog, as in the past when the quartet chased the sun full of bravado, witnessed this scene, can not help but sigh, then contemplated for a moment, improvised a poem, the poem: "remember the heroes of the past chasing the sun line, and now on the mound of grass green, sacrificing their lives to seek the merits of the matter, Peach Grove a thousand years to leave a good name".
44, the river shimmering, lotus leaves full of water droplets, water droplets glittering in the sun, as if the crystal clear pearls in the jade plate swinging to and fro; lotus buds in the dense lotus leaves, sucking the energy of nature; small frogs as a trampoline lotus leaves, jumping on it for a while, a moment to call, a moment to sing a moment to laugh; small fish as an umbrella for the lotus leaves, underwater! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
45, in the moonlight, I vaguely see the delicate lotus, she is like from the buttermilk in the wash like, so clear and clean so pavilion, let a person can not help but give birth to the heart of love and compassion. I watched and watched, and thought of nothing in my mind, until my eyes dimmed. I just turned back. I realized that the lotus had become slightly clearer again. I looked up at the moon, she seemed to be brighter than just a moment ago, I thought, "Maybe it's for me to better appreciate the beauty!"
46, the rain scene is so beautiful, it is like a Chinese landscape painting, like a poem, but also like a and beautiful, and hazy dream ...... just when I was completely intoxicated in this beautiful scenery, suddenly, a gust of wind blew, I was violently shocked, the heart always worry that this scenery all of a sudden will be gone wind and never see again, I greedily appreciate this seems like A wet ink painting of the beauty of the long unwilling to leave ......
47, winter I would like to see is the tree hanging, some like antlers, some like coral, some like blooming peach blossom. In order to meet the arrival of the freezing ice and snow festival, everyone is happy to hang lanterns and carve ice sculptures. Some carved dragon boat, some carved lighthouse, some carved mini charming "Pearl of the Orient", there are carved the lofty and magnificent "Heavenly Palace", really let a person feast his eyes. Some people also look for "bad luck", shaking the tree vigorously, so that the tree hanging to fall on their own, if the tree on the snow, almost the person "buried alive".
48, the beautiful scenery of Dongting Lake, let people marvel. Dongting Lake is so beautiful that I was mesmerized by the picturesque scenery. I believe that people who have come will linger.
49, summer is here, the field is a deep green, the peach tree by the river hangs a tantalizing peach, mouth-watering, adults, ah, like to cool off under the shade of the tree, play poker, play chess. The robin in the trunk of the tree kept calling, so that this quiet summer to add a few points of interest.
50, Wulong Mountain, surrounded by water on all sides, the peaks stand alone, the mountain trees, bamboo into the shade, the mountain wall is steep, the river surging.
51, there is a pond next to the paddy field. There is a sycamore tree on the side of the pond. One by one, the yellow leaves fall from the tree. Some of them fell into the water, and the small fish swam over and hid underneath, using it as an umbrella. Some fell on the shore, the ants climbed up and ran back and forth, using it as a sports ground.
52, autumn fruitful, I love to eat apples, so I asked a few friends, together to go to the apple orchard to pick apples. An apple to the children's smiling face, and like a red fire, in short, my mouth stayed. Those naughty little apples, see me, bobbing their heads, so cute. My friends and I picked and picked and picked, and finally, we were about to fill the basket we prepared, but unfortunately the wind blew, a basket of apples were blown over. We had to pick them up, ah, finally finished! Birds singing above us, the sun saw us, smiling can be happy.
53, a house in the distance, misty, smoky, like a mirage. A mountain range rolling, vague, smoky, like a fairyland. A piece of green in different shades, like a piece of green and misty ocean!
54, the end of the woods, the harvest scene in the distance jumped into my eyes. In the field, the rice is golden, as if the land is full of golden treasure, rice has been bent by the crown of the head, but it is not satisfied with the current situation, but also to continue to grow as if they seem to create the Guinness Book of World Records it! A smile of joy on his face, the wind blew, it also beckoned to us, inviting me to visit the place where it is lodged.
55, swarms of bees, flapping yellow wings, buzzing busy honey; that colorful colorful butterflies, also in pairs dancing.
56, the cold wind "whistling" roaring, with its thick fingers, brutally grabbed the pedestrian's hair, needle-like stabbing the pedestrian's skin. Pedestrians have no choice but to button up their winter coats tightly, hand in the pocket, shrinking neck, stride forward. The pines and cypresses on both sides of the road, but the spirit of standing, proudly welcome the wind, rain and snow, inspiring people to bravely move forward.
57, the sky is orange-red. In the evening, the sun went home, the sky became orange-red, like a gold coin, and like a pile of rice. The bird came again, it always can't suppress itself, it is always attracted by the sky, it always can't help but kiss the sky. The sky has that rice-like color that it loves, the sky is the only one in the bird's heart, it is the bird's belonging. The orange-red sky is the pride of Master Dusk, the pride of Master Time. Take another breath, warm and soft. The clouds are here again, and the sky under them is more and more orange and red, more and more brilliant.
58, deep living people may never understand the loneliness of the city, after leaving the hustle and bustle of the city, the night led me to show its simplicity and dexterity stature. The field is silent, only a burst of endless monotonous cicadas and not far from the bald tree under a variety of insects in the lingering song. The moonlight is bright, shining on the forest path more exciting and angry. I understand what, the charm of the night is different with people's creation, labor and harvest!
59, spring rain is continuous, soft, it moisturizes the earth, caressing the earth, whispering the earth, in people do not know when they quietly converged into a small river, accumulated into a deep pool. Ah, the original is the spring rain to bring green life to the pool.
60, the maple forest to the earth with a red carpet, the autumn wind blew, the maple leaves issued a clattering sound, as if in the applause to celebrate the harvest scene. Look, that **, they open how enthusiastic! How exuberant! Yellow, red, white, purple ...... a flower, a cluster, facing the autumn wind, cloaked in frost, competing for beauty, spitting fragrance, open to everywhere, simply become a world of brocade.
61, lazy winter in the earth-shattering sound of firecrackers gradually far away. In the heat wave of joy, in the auspicious blessings, spring quietly arrived. The cycle of the millennium is still the same, the spring light tenderness has the beauty that can not be hidden. Warm but not hot, bright but not evil, tolerant but not harsh. With a frank and generous smile, she explains all the calluses and blood blisters, all the expectations and aspirations. This is a season full of vigor, where all hopes sprout. The spring breeze softly blows away the ice and snow and disperses the mist. Spring's song through the stacked barriers of the world, singing the green grass in the cracks of the stone, the woods by the river and the courtyard moss; sing the geese flying south; sing the sleeping frogs wake up ...... sing a colorful and varied world.
62, there is not a cloud in the air, not a little wind, a round of hot sun overhead, all the trees are listless and lazy standing there.
63, the fall is here, the field all golden, the peach tree by the river gradually take off the green clothes for the golden clothes, with the weather slowly become cold, the peach tree girl bear the pain, write their own clothes into the blessing, to the earth, the animals received the blessing, from from the preparation of the winter food.
64, red wild strawberries, green bushes point red, coaxed the free state of mind. My eyes quickly outstretched flexible hands, in the strawberry thorns shuttle, busy green. A sweet fruit fell into the pocket. I taste it with my mouth, sweet, unique flavor stimulates the tongue, enjoy this leisurely meditation feeling, lips and teeth overflowing fragrance, lingering in the heart.
65, I waded into the deep mountains and valleys. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. A trace of wind with poetic warmth, gently blowing across my cheeks, always nostalgic. It is not difficult to imagine the green always surround you. Green, refreshing, never get tired of seeing, it represents the color of life, the color of nature. The long-lost green, after a winter, has returned to its freshness and brightness. The robin stops in the woods to play hide-and-seek with me. My mouth sings "The Story of Spring", and my heart thinks of the joys of summer. What is not lacking is the harmony of the birds, so that people never tire of hearing.
66, winter is pure. Once winter comes, the world becomes a snow-white, white and flawless, white cedar softly spread on the ground, as if for the earth to lay a layer of silver carpet. Pine trees on the pressure of thick white snow, like a loving mother gently holding their children. Snow under the pine branches also show a little green, for this white world added a little different color.
67, stream side, overgrown with many unknown grass, I recognize a can be used in the wild ---- water celery, standing in the water, posture wonderful, around some wildflowers dotted between.
68, hot summer, the land is very thirsty, the water just touched the soil, the sound of creaking, and fine and clear, not at all flowing, immediately sucked dry, leaving a small circle of faint shadow around the whisker roots. That shadow faded quickly before his eyes, and in a moment there was only a small, almost unrecognizable trace of it.
69, the end of autumn dusk always come very quickly, not waiting for the evaporation of water on the mountain field by the sunlight to dissipate, the sun fell into the western mountains. So the arid wind in the valley, with its heavy coolness, drove the white mist, wandering down the mountain, and the shadow of the mountain peaks, more quickly poured down on the village, the shadow is getting thicker and thicker; gradually and the night mingled with the color, but soon, and then by the moon candles into a silvery gray.
70, gusts of spring wind, blowing away the clouds, the sun gladly showed his smiling face, the warmth and light sprinkled all over the lake.
71, the arrival of the winter girl, just overnight, she wore white winter clothes, gently touch the earth, the earth then put on the girl gifted it winter clothes, the earth then summoned the tree sprites, so that they also put on new clothes, in this way, the winter girl flew up to the sky, a wave of the hand, the snowflakes filled the sky, the winter girl satisfied with the flight away
72, spring is a life-affirming season, but also a beautiful, magical, full of hope.
73, the crickets also followed the light singing a serenade, the pool side of the lotus leaves on the small frogs will also join the small band. The sparrows on the trees seem to be very shy, occasionally chirping a few times and immediately stopped. Gray road, empty, have not heard the car's chaotic horn, engine sound, only a few tall sycamore is still as usual, standing on the side of the road and the road whispering. Pool, a few willow gently brushed the water, swung a ripple, all the sound stopped, the moonlight is still so soft.
74, no need to look close, a few miles away from the road, you can see, the mountains of that piece of dark green verdant. This side, Jieshi Mountain, "Niangniang top" is the most **, standing at the top of the peaks, looking around, you see the beginning of the Bohai Sea from the coast, west to the boundless Yanshan Mountain range, such as a giant in this piece of fertile land resting sound sleep. All kinds of forests and trees such as being covered with it, creating a stone dead like the mountain evolved into a vivid and incomparable life. The trees, like the hairs on the giant's skin, open and close, giving the mountain a kind of unceasing life of the iron bone.
75, the late autumn sun like being covered with orange lampshade, radiating soft light, shining body, face, warm.
76, the difference between autumn and summer in addition to climate, there are many. For example, the leaves, autumn and summer leaves of the color of the color contrast Pi Da. Once in the fall, the green leaves on the trees are not so bright green, slowly from green to yellow, with the depth of the fall most of the tree species of leaves a golden, brilliant, brilliant, in a gust of autumn wind sweeping, pieces of yellow leaves also began to have drifted down to the earth, quite spectacular. On the countryside path, the earthy atmosphere gradually thickens, morning exercise and evening walks, the wind blowing Xi with a slight coolness.
77, the water in the river is crystal clear, a few children in the happy water fights, wet all over the body does not matter, the river fish swim around, not afraid of the children playing in the river, there are a few adults sitting quietly in the distance fishing.
78, every day gray sky, vertical thin line of rain, drifting hit my window pane. Like that lute woman, luxuriant fingers, strumming the strings, playing pattering sound, such as jumping notes, stringing up the May movement. As a cheerful light music, wash away my mortal heart, so that my heart is nothing, where there is dust?
79, finally, blew a refreshing wind, the trees of the robin and sang a cheerful song, the surface of the Junzi Lake and a piece of light, as if wearing a silver armor, small fish rushed to leap out of the water, enjoy the cool wind, willow trees also flung their own long branch hair, feel the wind's flirtatious ... ...
80, spring, a perfect combination of static and movement of the time. Spring is like an angel, stepping on pleasant footsteps, fluttering to earth. Spring is like a young girl in her flowery years, drumming with the ethereal flavor. Spring is like a painter, full of vigorous colors. Spring is like a magnificent poem, like a dream as sweet, like wine as fragrant.