Mountains with beautiful water, mountains with tall trees, valleys under valleys, mountains with green water, mountains with green seas, mountains with beautiful water, mountains with wondrous scenery, peaks on peaks
Clean and beautiful, with not a single inch of grass, shaking in the sky, entangled in the cloud, with wondrous peaks, towering, towering, and majestic mountains
Scenes of mountains, mountains of thousands, mountains of thousands, towering, and majestic, with forests, forests, lush, and mountains, mountains, peaks, peaks, peaks, peaks, peaks, peaks, peaks, and mountains The peaks are so tall and steep
Sweeping into the sky, soaring into the clouds, pointing straight up into the sky
Standing here, it's strange, the mountains have changed, their shapes are very different from those on the plains or halfway up the mountains, and they have become very cascading, chaotic, majestic and peculiar. The mountains are very different from the plains or the mid-levels, and they are very layered and messy, majestic and strange. Looking up, the mountains are the sky, and the sky is the mountains, and the mountains are in front of you and behind you, as if your nose can touch the mountains at any time.
Only to see in the distance there is a misty giant peak protruding, surrounded by dozens of small stone peaks. At a closer look, the giant peak looks like the Monkey King holding a golden rod, and those small peaks look like little monkeys scratching their ears and cheeks. Look, the Monkey King is leading its children to the South Heavenly Gate to kill it. White sky, the mountains pale black like iron, solemn, solemn. The red sun rises, a mountain is ink blue. Immediately after, the mist rose, milky veil to the heavy mountains spaced out, leaving only the tip of the green peaks, really like a brush and ink fresh, sparse and dense landscape painting. After a while, the fog dispersed again, the exposed rock walls, cliffs, by the sunlight dyed red, and gradually turned into a bronze color, and the green trees, green fields contrast each other, looks particularly magnificent.
The overlapping mountains, can not see a village, can not see a piece of rice paddies, these mountains are like some drunken old man, one by one, sleeping for tens of millions of years, never woke up their dreams, no one dared to go deep into their hearts, that is, that the most adventurous hunters, but also only to the foot of their feet, to chase those who run down from the mountains of the mountain goats, wild boars and flying birds, never! climb to its peak.
No more than the spring rains after the bath of the green mountains more charming, the entire mountainside, are verdant green, did not come to the end of the fog like elegant silk, a strand of the waist wrapped in it, the sun will be every leaf on the raindrops, are turned into colorful pearls.
The sharp knife-like hill, picking up a few wisps of milky white fog, and in the mist, a slender thread was faintly visible.
The stone wall like a skyscraper on its face, as high as it is going to collapse down aggressively. On the top of the mountain, the dense forest seems to buckle on the wall of a huge black carpet hat, black and green from the rock wall popped up a cluster of unknown wildflowers.
The rain changed the mood of the park, northwest of the clouds, is the ink painting like the distant mountains, which is quite praised in the garden architecture "borrowed".
Chinese idioms for water
Ripples and waves, calm and quiet, water is not emerging, light and smooth, blue ripples, crystal clear, sparkling
Clear and flawless, serene and gentle, level as a mirror, wind and waves, a pool of stagnant water, a clear wind and running water, the spring breeze of the Yishui
Water is not emerging
Water falls from the rock, water to the drain, water drips to the stone, the water rises the boat, waves, waves, the water and the sky. lake and mountains a river of spring water azure water crystal clear a trickle of water gurgling water azure waves rippling waves sparkling cars and horses water waves do not rise water waves sparkling azure sea, azure mountains, azure sea, azure sea and sky
, water and wood, water and stone, a day of water, water-colored day, fishing for the moon in the water, softly, tenderly, like water, like water, like water in the year
Mountains of beautiful water, green mountains, green water ......
Water idiom
Water to the canal, water to the boat, water to the boat, water to the drain, water to the drain, no water to the stone, water to the milk
Water and fire, water and water, water and water, water and fire, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and moon, water and moon, water and moon, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water, water and water.
The water in the high mountains, the water in the pools, the dead water, the water in the horses, the mountains, the water in the churches
Walking clouds and flowing water, looking through the waters of the autumn, dragging the mud and carrying the water, the water of the poor mountains, the water of the falling flowers, the water in the water
Trekking across the mountains and wading through the water, the water of the sunny fly, the water of the dragon, the dragon can get the water, the water of the double pupil, the water, the water, the water, the water, the water by the stone
Sentences describing the water
Working Sentences:
Fishermen's fire and the bright moon shine brightly together, and the Ussuri River reflects the golden waves, as if there were ten million silver snakes swimming.
The rainbow reflected the clear blue sky, gusts of cool wind blew, the beautiful Jialing River on both sides of the river, the scenery more moving.
The Jialing River is like a dark green satin, trembling in the moonlight.
The Li River in front of us, like a black ribbon, emits a dark bright light.
The surging Jinsha River, like a swaying and soaring golden dragon.
The sleeping Songhua River was still dreaming sweet dreams, emitting snores as loud as thunder.
When the breeze blows, the surface of the Yalu River is flooded with waves, making a rhythmic clattering sound, as if a piece of music, pleasant to the ear.
The Minjiang River is like a mother nurturing this vibrant land, watering the crops and feeding the people.
The river surges and rushes, like an arrow off the string, like a horse off the reins, like a tiger out of the mountain.
The river broke through the mountain wall, imposing rushing down; rushing and clamoring river, such as waterfalls hanging in the air, banging miles.
The river was like a rolling boil; there were bubbles and waves everywhere.
The trickle of water, merged in the gushing river; the river was like slightly whisked silk.
Looking far into the distance, the river gorge is like the Milky Way running eastward in the sky.
The vast surface of the river, the smoke ripples with the shadow of the mountain tower.
The Yellow River, breaking through the icebergs, cutting through the snow field, difficult and unrelenting cascade.
The ancient Yellow River curves, the rich Hebao nestled in the mother of the Yellow River in the broad warm embrace, which gave birth to the brilliant culture of Hebao, where raised generations of simple and hard-working Hebao people.
The Yellow River is like a herd of galloping horses in a narrow canyon, crowding in the middle of the river bank that is only fifty to sixty meters wide in the channel straight down.
The ancient Sanggan River is flooded with silver waves and the evening sun.
The Huaihe River, like an emerald ribbon, floats across the golden carpet of the Central Plains; and like a turquoise jade belt, it is tightly fastened to the giants' robes.
The turquoise-blue and clear Ancient Canal, like a beautiful blue satin, flows slowly all year round.
The reddish-brown river water like a waterfall, from the upper reaches of the mountain gorges straight down, crashing on the rocks, splashing up more than ten feet high waves, deafening.
The evening wind lapped at the waves, and the soft sound of the water, like someone shaking a silver chain, clanked.
Good paragraph
The Yangtze River, you are the symbol of the great Chinese nation. You from the world's highest point of the Tanggula mountain range, the snow-capped mountains, rushing out, a cascade, straight to the East China Sea, injected into the world's largest ocean in the Pacific Ocean, you are so far-flung, vast, surging, forward, great and beautiful. However, you are in the difficult zigzag in the courage to move forward. The three gorges, is your refining and testing. How many cliffs! How many reefs and shoals! How many waves! How many rapids and fierce bay! Everything can not stop your progress. You are so heroic and tenacious, rushing endlessly, always forward, forward!
Driven by feelings, I suddenly recalled the image of the mother, and the mother and the Yellow River closely together. The Yellow River is the mother. Though she had been violent, had been sorrowful, and had shed tears; her children had suffered a lot, and shadows and clouds of sorrow had surfaced on their hearts. However, from the day she became a mother, she has been nursing her children with such a big heart and sweet milk! How many centuries have passed, and she has combed herself without powder, without gaudy dresses, better than gaudy dresses, and more youthful every day. Today, she is lying on the slow yellow earth, let the sun shine, look so kind, so gentle, so magnificent, so sublime!
The Yellow River's water comes from the sky and never returns to the sea! It is an unrelenting spirit, and the power accumulated in a thousand turns, rushed out of the Tongguan Pass, the courage to decide the three gates, split open the Central Plains, will be the nine curves of the Yellow River people the sea, in the green, blue, green and purple sea, dozens of miles within the scope of, coated with a piece of red and orange, yellow and green of the strange light and color.
The Yellow River in summer is beautiful. The Yellow River on both sides of the green trees, branches and leaves, willow reflection, water birds fly. Climbed the river dam, lifting eyes far away, the river turbid waves row air, like the mother's blood transfusion of the plains of the children's strips of "blood vessels", moisturizing the fertile Hetao Plain.
This time the sun directly overhead, the weather has been relatively warm, ice and snow quietly melt, ice water like milk from the "tongue" drop by drop down, the sun, so crystal, so round, quietly pooled into a small pool of only 10 square meters inside. When the small pool is full, it slowly overflows outward, forming a thin stream, and quietly flowing forward. In this glacier like forests between the peaks, it is so small, so unobtrusive, this is the mother river squeezed out of the first drop of milk place, rushing ten thousand miles of the Yangtze River, from here onwards!
Walking forward, you can see the just melted Songhua River. Although it does not have the momentum of the Yangtze River rushing for ten thousand miles, nor can it compare to the magnificent scenery of the Yellow River's waves, but it also has its own unique scenery. The light blue river flows slowly to the east. Under the light breeze, the water surface rippled like fish scales, so gentle, so quiet. Floating on the surface of the river is a leaf boat, some of the people on board are casting nets to catch fish, some are loading and unloading goods. Several ships are traveling on the river, stirring up layers of waves. The ship's whistle, people's noise, make the Songhua River a boiling. Willow Island in the river is also a lush, overflowing with spring colors.
The Nandu River rushes forward like a boa constrictor. It does not know how long in the Wuzhi Mountain hinterland nurturing, sucking the nutrition of how many mountain springs and streams, before standing out. I don't know how many mountain tops and gullies, how many curved roads, before flowing here. Along the way, it is either gentle and gentle, whispering; or rapids back to the whirlpool, the blue waves, although curved, but always forward, identified the goal, until into the vast and boundless embrace of the South China Sea.
Jialing River, powerful as fire, and like a tender mother river, this is your feelings? Loaded with soft waves and wild waves, a hundred boats and thousands of sails; also loaded with wind and rain, thunder and lightning, blood, fire and smoke. Sent away yesterday's poverty and shame, and carried today's prosperity and pride.
Li River water is really much ah, full of filling the riverbed, the sky also from time to time there are small raindrops jumped into the water; Li River water is very clear ah, although there is no direct sunlight irradiation, but you can also see the bottom of the river of the small pebbles in the water from time to time there are a few naughty little fish swim around; Li River water is very quiet ah, as if she can hear her whisper in your ear, and occasionally the breeze drifted by, the sound of the water is like a small girl In the light song; Li River water is so soft ah, so soft that people can not help but to touch, but do not want to touch the wrinkle her. The waves swept up by the breeze, as if the pavilion dancer dragged the skirt, she is so soft, so beautiful.
What surprised me was the green of the river, which was very green. It was late fall, but the green, but give people a sense of the depth of spring like the sea. The original majestic mountains, lush trees, moss-dyed stone walls, dripping bamboo forests, all in the river cast a green reflection, in fact, the sky and the ground into a whole green, even I myself in the glittering green.
You are an androgynous river and a motherly river. Your quiet river, beat the shore of the waves, like a deep mother's lullaby, like a symphony of pathos of destiny, circling in the hometown of the red land.
Qingshui River, painting in general: on the embankment, the grass is dense, in the sunshine fight green; bank, a willow tree rows, soft branches hanging in the mirror-like river; water, small fish in groups, some swimming, some jumping, and some stick to the bottom of the river, and did not move; on the surface of the river, the swallows flying around, chirping, but also from time to time with the wings beating the surface of the water.
The river in the grassland has a wild and tranquil character. Every time after the pouring rain, the flash flood, into the Bear River, at once, it is like a group of crazy galloping yellow fat horse, thousands of flying hooves hit the rumbling waves, with an unstoppable momentum towards the Jasper Lake. But if the sunny on two days, the flood immediately subside, the grass is like a sponge to absorb the dirt, showing a clear blue. Shoals of running water on the net like glazed white jade, revealing light yellow or light green pebbles underwater, every hundred meters there is a torrent washed out of the turquoise pool. From a distance, the Bear River looks like a silver belt decorated with a few dark green jewels.
...... a small river in front of the door, said deep not deep, said shallow not shallow, is the mountain springs gathered into. Narrow place, gurgling, put up a few stones, you can wade across; wide place, like a deep pool, crystal blue, clear to the bottom, both sides of the willow, green grass.
The river, y yearning for a quiet lake. It rushed through the barrier of thousands of mountains and hills, and finally came to this clear and quiet, beautiful and wide lake, in order to merge with her and make the wide lake even wider.
The creek is beautiful! Clear, green, serene and mesmerizing. From a distance it is so green, green like an emerald-colored ribbon; close up it is so clear, so clear that you can see the fish and shrimp swimming at the bottom of the river. At night, the curved crescent moon reflected in the clear and transparent river, is so beautiful, and so gentle. At this time, the river is even more fascinating.
The happiest is the river, simply like a lively young girl, singing, jumping, rattling the old trees reaching over the roots, patting the yellow-brown cliffs, stepping on the river beach those stones, carefree running. From time to time, a fish jumped out of the river, making the river seem more interesting and innocent.
The river was overflowing with spring water, carrying fragments of ice from upstream and flowing happily. Each tiny eddy, a piece of laughter, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, and the early spring green on both sides of the river, flowing with a soft and joyful sound, ah!
Oh the life of spring!
Good words: the river is wide and broad, the waves are shocking, the blue waves are full, deafening, rushing, a cascade of water, green water like a belt
Good sentences: fishing fire and the bright moon, reflecting the Ussuri River, the golden waves rolled, as if there are millions of silver snakes swimming.
The rainbow reflects the clear blue sky, gusts of cool wind blowing, the beautiful Jialing River on both sides of the river, the scenery is more moving.
The Jialing River is like a dark green satin, trembling in the moonlight.
The Li River in front of us, like a black ribbon, emits a dark bright light.
The surging Jinsha River, like a swaying and soaring golden dragon.
The sleeping Songhua River was still dreaming sweet dreams, emitting snores as loud as thunder.
When the breeze blows, the surface of the Yalu River is flooded with waves, making a rhythmic clattering sound, as if a piece of music, pleasant to the ear.
The Minjiang River is like a mother nurturing this vibrant land, watering the crops and feeding the people.
The river surges and rushes, like an arrow off the string, like a horse off the reins, like a tiger out of the mountain.
The river broke through the mountain wall, imposing rushing down; rushing and clamoring river, such as waterfalls hanging in the air, thumping for miles.
The river was like a rolling boil; there were bubbles and waves everywhere.
The trickle of water, merged in the gushing river; the river was like slightly whisked silk.
Looking far into the distance, the river gorge is like the Milky Way in the sky running eastward.
The vast surface of the river, the smoke ripples with the shadow of the mountain tower.
The Yellow River, breaking through the icebergs, cutting through the snow field, difficult and unrelenting cascade.
The ancient Yellow River curves, the rich Loop nestled in the mother of the Yellow River's broad warm embrace, which gave birth to the splendid culture of the Loop, which has nurtured generations of simple and hardworking Loop people.
The Yellow River is like a herd of galloping horses in a narrow canyon, crowding in the middle of the river bank that is only fifty to sixty meters wide in the channel straight down.
The ancient Sanggan River is flooded with silver waves and the evening sun.
The Huaihe River is like an emerald ribbon, floating across the golden carpet of the Central Plains; and like a turquoise jade belt, tightly tied to the giant
Good words and phrases to describe the landscape
To if the spring and the landscape, the ripples are not alarmed, up and down the light of the sky, a blue hectare, the gulls gather, the brocade scale swimming, the banks of dahurian orchids, lush and green. And or long smoke a sky, the moon thousands of miles, floating light jumping gold, static shadow sinking Jibi, fishing songs and answer each other, this music is not extreme! Ascending the building is also, there is a relaxed and happy, forgetting the favor and humiliation, wine in the wind, the joy of it is carried forward.
Mountains of beautiful water, mountains of towering emerald, heavy mountains, green mountains, mountains and water, picturesque, landslide, mountains long water, mountains high water long, mountains and water color inside the mountains and rivers, such as Mount Taishan, Pingshui Xiangcheng, scenery, flowing water, birds and flowers
Water and sky, lush, green mountains, green water, beautiful water, lake, mountains, rivers and mountains as picturesque, white house, cold door, blue sea, snowy kilns, ice and snowy days, spring and cold weather. Spring returns to the earth, lips die, teeth go cold, drops of ice, wind sword, wind and frost sword, wind and rain, cold cicadas, cold cicadas, cold flowers, cold wood, cold spring flowers, cold heart, cold nose, cold cries, cold hunger, cold holes, poor wind, bitter rain, 10 winters, waxing, frosty months, frost and dew, the disease, the year of the cold, the three friends, the pine and cypress, withering, the year of the cold, the cold knows the pine and cypress, steal cold, warmth, shrinking, the year of the twilight, the day of cold, the sky condensation and the ground is closed, crying, crying and crying, the day of the cold, the ground is cold, the snow, ice and ice, snow, the wind, the shushing, cold, warmth, cold, the war horse, cold, cold, proud of frost, fighting with the snow, proud of snow, snowy and frosty. Autumn chrysanthemums, one leaf knows autumn, autumn winds, autumn fruits, forests, cold streams, clean streams, the sun grows long, the pine and cypress wither, the cold wood springs, the red love, the greenness, the redness, the decay, the greenness, the reduction of the Yangchun, the feet of spring, the spring bamboo shoots after the rain, the tiger's tail, the spring ice, the green flowers, the fragrance of the birds, the spring bamboo shoots after the rain, the warbling of the birds, the spring winds on the lips, the spring breeze of the dead wood, spring, the flowing water, the flowers in the darkness, the flowing water, the peach flowers, the wheel, the wheel, the falling flower, the flowing stream, the garden full of spring, the willow, the green, the red, the flowers, the study of the sangsong heart scheme
1. The darkness of the willows reveals another village. (Cao Cao's "A View of the Sea")
4. The village is surrounded by green trees, and the green hills are slanting outside. (Meng Haoran's "Passing by the Old Man's Village")
5. The mountains are different from each other, near and far. (Su Shi's "Questions on the Wall of the Western Forest")
6. (Du Fu, "Looking at Yue")
7, climbed East Mountain and small Lu, climbed Mount Tai and small world. (Confucius)
1, Lonely Mountain Temple north of Jia Ting west, the water is flat cloud feet low. (Bai Juyi's Spring Walk to Qiantang Lake)
2. The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and never returns to the sea. (Li Bai's "Wine")
3. Who says that life is no longer young? The water in front of the door can still be west, don't sing the yellow chicken with white hair. (Su Shi)
4. The peach blossom pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love. (Li Bai)
5. As for the summer water Xiangling, along the trace blocked. (Li Daoyuan "Three Gorges")
6. The water is all misty blue, a thousand feet to the bottom. The water is all misty and blue, and the bottom can be seen for thousands of feet. The spring breeze is beautiful, the spring breeze is warm, the spring breeze is pleasant, the spring breeze is warm, the spring breeze is warm
The spring breeze is gentle, the spring breeze is snowy, the spring hills are like smiles, the spring hills are like daisies, the spring mood is strong, and the spring mood is very strong
The spring colors are delightful, the spring colors are fascinating, and the spring colors are strong, the spring river is like a training course, the spring hills are like a make-up, the spring is bright and the landscape is bright
The spring scenery is beautiful, the spring swallows return to their nests, and spring is full of flowers.
Branches and leaves are covered with leaves and grasses are green and full of color
Birds and flowers, warblers and butterflies
The dead trees are in spring, the mountains are green and the winter is in spring, the geese are returning to the north and the earth is waking up
The hibernating insects are thriving, vibrant and vigorous, vigorous and energetic, the people are hard-working in the morning, and the plums and snow are competing with each other
Winginging cries and swallows speak of the bright spring, and the whole world is in spring, and the whole world is in spring, full of spring, and twilight is twilight
Spring is a time for the people, and they have to learn to live and work. >Spring:
Grandpa Winter sent away the cold of the earth, and Miss Spring came to the earth with light steps. The scenery of spring is very beautiful,
like a vivid painting.
Spring sunshine is extraordinarily bright, the spring girl unfolded a smiling face, the sun, red beams of light shot over, that gently caress you, like a young mother's hand.
With the spring girl's brisk pace, green grass, breaking out of the ground, sneaking out of the soil, tender, green. In the park, you can see some of these tenacious grasses everywhere.
In this warm season, in the woods, many trees are full of brightly colored flowers; everyone refuses to give up, red, yellow, white, purple, all kinds of flowers are really like a big beautiful flower bed. Many butterflies and bees smelled the fragrance of the flowers and flew in unison to collect honey, flying around in mid-air.
In the woods, many birds were flying freely and joyfully, and when they were happy, they sang a clear and pleasant tune. The warm spring light blew the river, and the river was suddenly moved by a pleasant, melodious flute sound, and when they looked around, a group of naughty little children were using the stems of the weeping willows to make willow flutes! They blew out the happiness and joy in their hearts.
Spring rain is soft, just see the spring rain in the bamboo branches, bamboo leaves jumping. The rain sometimes slides down in a straight line, sometimes sprinkled with the wind, leaving behind a silhouette like smoke, like fog, like yarn, like silk, the splashing rain seems to be the notes beating on the piano, playing a beautiful melody.
The sky, how is colorful, dazzling? The children are preventing the kites ah. In the blue sky and white clouds, a variety of kites in the free fluttering, soaring, what a refreshing scene ah!
Ah, everything in spring is so vibrant.
Ah, spring is so beautiful! Let's feel the beauty of nature with our hearts.
Spring is a season of life, but also a beautiful, magical, full of hope.
Spring is here, a variety of gorgeous flowers are open, are so gorgeous. In the field, the oil crops planted by the farmers - canola flowers also bloomed. The golden rapeseed flowers have become the world of butterflies, and the beautiful butterflies are dancing softly and gracefully on the golden stage. They fly in the air for a while, and stay quietly on the rape flowers for a while. It is this that adds a lot of fun to the spring. The beauty of rapeseed flowers also attracts a lot of "working people" - bees, which always work day and night to pollinate rapeseed flowers. Occasionally, when a breeze blew, the golden rapeseed flowers immediately rose up in undulating "golden waves". It's a beautiful sight to see from afar!
Spring is the season that people are looking forward to, and people always make their own plans for this season. As the saying goes, "A year's plan lies in spring, a day's plan lies in the morning." It tells us that the year's wishes should be planned in the spring, and the heaviest time of the day is the morning, when people begin to plow the fields, plant rice seedlings, plant trees and other farm work. Migratory birds also move from the south to the north to applaud the farmers working in the fields. Some of the birds stand in the high trees, some simply in the field, and some stand on the "five lines". It is this that makes the farmers in the fields feel happy, and everything is lively.
In the spring, the animals also woke up from their slumber. Grasses begin to sprout, and the earth is full of color. As far as the eye could see, there was green everywhere, like a watercolor painting.
The winter of depression and monotony is always looking forward to spring. I look forward to her grass grows and warblers fly, silk tapestry whisking embankment, looking forward to her thousands of trees and flowers, blue ripples (yi), looking forward to her orchids and cymbidium grass, moistening like a crisp; looking forward to her spring garden, red like rain.
Now, spring has arrived. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year, people throughout the ages have used almost all the beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring brings life and hope.
Spring warms the heart and soul, "It is wet with apricot blossom rain, and it is not cold with willow wind blowing on the face."
Spring, fleeting, "the forest flowers thanked the spring red, too hasty." That's why it's so important to fold the flowers, and not wait for them to fall."
Spring, cool and moist through, "the sky street drizzle moist as crispy, grass color distant look near but no."
Spring, the fragrance of the wine, "I ask where the tavern is, the shepherd boy pointed to the apricot blossom village."
Spring, soulful, "Where does spring return? I'm sorry, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it. If someone knows where the spring goes, I'll call them back to live with me."
The warm spring breeze flew in. It was like an innocent and lively little girl with a colorful magic brush, and it drew happily everywhere.
The spring breeze flew over the earth, the earth into a fresh picture: the people harvested the stubble of grass and trees, and stubbornly sprouted new shoots. Without artificial cultivation, they grow up under the blowing of the spring breeze. The earth became green, set off by red, white, yellow, purple ...... colorful wildflowers, how beautiful! Spring wind blowing, the fresh flowers and grasses, straight to the heart of the people drill, no matter who, will be a deep inhalation, like a drink of manna as smooth. How refreshing it is!
After the rain cleared, the sun went through a seven-color rainbow, the light shines on the spring earth, everything on the ground is full of vitality. Grass on the ground, fine young leaves wet, green trees, like just took a bath, looking green and verdant. The birds were singing happily on the branches, which made people feel good; the bees came out to collect honey, and they flew from one bouquet of flowers to another. The happiest are the children under the sun, they are chasing and jumping, some singing and dancing, and some in the blue sky flying a kite, and a thriving picture.