1. Pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear blossoms and delicate begonia flowers are in full bloom.
2. Morning glory holds up a big purple trumpet, as if playing a nice morning song.
Third, the leisurely rotating fireflies stop on the candy-like branches.
4. Roses bloom and violets wither. It's spreading, too. It's a little depressing, but it smells. I am silent and never leave.
Five, there are green waves floating on the delicate grass, () bathed in moonlight.
Sixth, the flowers on the other side are like blood-stained rainbows, and the feelings are empty. Today is not what it used to be. Looking back, it is difficult to give up thousands of feelings. The soup is exhausted, the long bridge is dead, and there is an afterlife. Can you find your way home?
The corolla of morning glory is very beautiful. Its stamens are about six, very thin, like needles. Its petals are like a trumpet, the top is like a five-pointed star, the bottom is white, the top is purple and the middle is pink. It supports the trumpet like a bracket. Its leaves are green and thin, shaped like a peach heart. Its stem is light green, winding, like a telephone line, winding on the guardrail, proudly holding the corolla, the breeze blowing, its corolla shaking from side to side, as if blowing a horn.
8. Autumn wind comes, dew becomes frost, leaves fall off and flowers shrink. Only chrysanthemums stand in the wind, and Ao Shuang is in full bloom, colorful and changeable.
Nine, the lotus blossoms are much more. Lotus leaves are squeezed like big green disks. White lotus blooms between these big disks, some just spread two or three petals, some all spread out, revealing small bright yellow lotus flowers, and some are still in bud, looking full and about to burst.
The hillside is green and full of colorful flowers, like a large piece of jade inlaid with various treasures and stones.
Eleven, the flower of the other shore, also known as Manzhu Shahua. Big red flower, gorgeous red, surprisingly red as blood. Beautiful flowers are on the other side, who knows the sadness in her heart?
Twelve, a row of cannas, with big red and yellow flowers with black spots, are opening their mouths and smiling at the bright spring.
Thirteen, flowers bloom at night on the other side, and the red leaves in the sky of Lanshan, Kyoto are decorated with cherry blossoms in Chun Xue. All this is beautiful and sad.
Fourteen, in the spring breeze, petals are like silver frost flowers, like transparent jade pieces like washed rouge.
Fifteen, in the field, a fiery red Chinese milk vetch is like a blazing flame.
Sixteen, the blooming lotus stands a green stalk, like a slim girl looking at the distance.
17. Clusters of saffron, golden, pink and purple, have all passed the vigorous season, pulling their heads deaf and withered like pale snowflakes.
18. The smiling flowers of Qian Qian seemed to whisper in a crisp voice: Spring is coming! Spring is coming!
Nineteen, in the flowerpot, there is a lush tulip. The blooming flowers are black, and the slightly scattered petals are like black velvet, emitting bursts of fragrance and refreshing.
Twenty,
After a spring rain, the beautiful winter jasmine blooms more beautifully. From a distance, flowers are like small speakers. Look carefully, each flower consists of six petals with a thin stamen in the middle. Its color is bright yellow. A gust of wind blew and there was a faint fragrance.
The lotus leaves in the pond look like colorful sails on the blue waves from a distance, which is really beautiful.
Twenty-three, plum blossom has five petals, one petal is single and the other petal is double. Its stamens are a little small, with a small spot smaller than sesame, like a small hat.
Twenty-four, a gust of wind blew and the dragonfly shook a few times. It's so charming, just like a girl in a flowered skirt dancing.
Twenty-five, some chrysanthemums are fully open, revealing goose yellow stamens; Some chrysanthemums are half open, like a shy little girl, especially the budding flower bones, which are particularly beautiful against the green leaves.
Twenty-six, cockscomb, red as fire from a distance. Take a closer look. Wow, all the flowers are like red rooster on the rooster's head.
Twenty-seven, always covered with branches, so red, I don't want the company of leaves. Not arrogant and frivolous, but the ultimate in beauty. It takes not only courage but also wisdom to show personality.
28, tall, magnolia gently swaying its bud, like an ivory incense burner, emitting a more elegant fragrance than the burning incense in the church.
Twenty-nine, the roadside reed flower, although it did not pierce the lofty sentiments of the blue sky, nor covered the earth, but its unyielding vitality and unique decorative effect seem to indicate the existence of a reasonable life, even if it is only fleeting, it is also an indispensable bright spot in the perfect picture of nature!
Thirty years old, all kinds of flowers are blooming brightly, as if a colorful cloud had fallen from the sky, and as if several oil paintings had been unfolded.
Thirty-one, in the sunset, Shandandan's bright red flowers sparkled in his eyes, as if they were bleeding from the window. It was beautiful.
Thirty-two, the lilacs in the late spring, the trees are full of small flowers, the words are not gorgeous, they are as big as a pen, they are in full bloom, but they are pure and elegant, like a purple fog.
Thirty-three, its oval leaves and beautiful flowers are nodding and smiling in the golden sun, as if welcoming you.
34. Flowing little white flowers are dotted with pale green branches and leaves. Beautiful sentences praising flowers
35. On the delicate branches, jasmine flowers show shy little faces from the layered green leaves, and the snow-white petals tremble slightly in the breeze, making the air filled with faint fragrance.
Thirty-six, a flash in the pan! On the green leaves of kelp, a delicate bud is trembling slightly. The white jade bud gradually cracked; Snow-white petals gently leaned out from the middle of the receptacle, two or three, beautiful epiphyllum, miraculously blooming at an alarming speed, quietly emitting fragrance.
Thirty-seven, peony flowers, so they are respected as the king of flowers because of their wealth and luxury; Narcissus is not the king of flowers, but it is intoxicating with its pure fragrance.
38. Dianthus sticks its head out from the chaotic weeds. Their pink smiling faces are really beautiful!
Clusters of bright flowers gather under the leaves, just like countless butterflies, spreading their wings slightly and staying motionless in the air.
Forty, the red flowers of Chinese rose are in full bloom on the branches. The color is so thick and pure, without any noise, just like a burning flame.
Forty-one, the blooming epiphyllum is bright and full, dazzling, so elegant and charming; Trembling, dizzy, fragrant, like a white fairy.
Forty-two, clusters of lilacs, purple is so luxurious, white is so white and flawless, they are surrounded by each other, like a flower cradle under the breeze.
Forty-three, there are blood-red Zhu Bao camellias in the snowfield, single-petal plum blossoms hidden in white with green, deep yellow and fragrant wintersweet, and a green weed under the snow.
Forty-four, in the dense green leaves, clusters of petite lilacs are blooming, and they are close to each other and competing to open. Five or six pale green petals are supported on the delicate handle, each of which is small and slender, trying to extend outward, and sometimes showing little stamens. Seen from a distance, these little flowers are like stars in the blue sky. They are crowded and shiny. From a distance, the night lilacs are colorful and clustered, just like a clever painter drawing beautiful pictures in various colors. The fragrance of night lilacs is not as pungent as iris, nor as bland as morning glory, but sweet.
Forty-five, some flowers and bones are in bud, some are ready to move, and they are anxious to extend their small hands first. Some can't wait, they are already in full bloom, showing their natural and unrestrained heroism.
Forty-six, every May, pink and white elves fall all over the world, dancing and dancing, and countless petals fall from the sky.
47. Look at this little flower. Two sky-blue petals stretch out. Two thin stamens stand high, and the yellowish head quivers slightly, much like a dancing butterfly.
Forty-eight, winter jasmine, its color is not as beautiful as roses, its aroma is not as rich as peony, but it is not afraid of the cold, and it is the first to report the coming of spring to people with its life.
Forty-nine, Milan is evergreen all the year round, and when the flowers bloom, they float ten miles each; Milan, with its oil, green and fresh fragrance, who can not love it?