2. A small grass woke up from a sound sleep, they broke out of the ground, stretching its tender green leaves.
3. Mimosa germinated and grew a seedling. The seedlings are delicate and tender, blown by the wind, swaying, like a little girl just learning to walk.
4. In the summer, artemisia grows without the waist of the adults, grows without the top of my head, the yellow dog goes in, even a shadow can not be seen.
5. The cold wind invited the terrible winter, the body of the grass was shriveled by the cold wind, but its roots are like a worm, deep into the soil.
6. The wind roars and rolls, the rain shoots like a sword, the grass will never bow and stoop to the stormy weather, facing the storm and bending down indefatigably.
7. In the fall, the weeds were gradually yellowed by the wind, and the grass turned into a golden sea.
8. Grass adds vibrancy and a new luster to spring. Whether it is on the barren land, or on the high mountains or in the rock crevices, you can see its bright green figure.
9. The sandy hillock is full of dense thatched grass, it is early fall, the grass is less sharp, began to wither and decline cold yellow, in the wind more soft and weak.
10. In the spring, the grass stood out from the yellow, dead mother, tender green, short and thin, like a few very short green threads cluster, as if so weak, a breath will blow down.
11. "Whoever says grass is heartfelt, rewards three spring sunshine." People praise the grass, because it is rooted in the earth, adding color to the earth.
12. The fuzzy green grass, with the rolling terrain, reaches up to the sky, like a thick blanket for the earth.
13. The grass is colorful, a piece of connecting, racing skillfully woven carpet of flowers, living, natural and harmonious.
14. The grass also swayed in the breeze, as if singing and dancing with the morning breeze.
15. "The grass on the plains is a year old, and it withers and grows. Wildfire cannot be eliminated, and the spring breeze blows again." People praise the grass because it has tenacious vitality.
16. The grass weaves a green carpet with its starry green color.
17. The grass quietly green the whole mountain field, to the hometown weaving the clothes of spring.
18. The grass looks monotonous in front of the gorgeous flowers, and weak at the foot of the sky-high trees. However, although the hurricane can uproot the trees, the flowers scraped to pieces, but can not help rooted in the earth of the grass.
19. The tufts of grass topped the ground, quietly poking out the tender green head, the spirit of standing on the ground.
20. Some poor little grass, in the pebbles of the gap in the morning, like a star in the morning, spit out a faint green.
21. When the storm came, many crops, flowers and trees were blown to the ground by the wind and rain, but the grass firmly grasped the soil, holding its head high and holding out its chest, like a fearless warrior.
22. The pile of grass on the cliff that is colored red by the autumn frost is like a mountain of azaleas.
23. The dewdrops on the grass leaves are like jewels on the emerald, glowing with colorful light.
24. The withered grass in the grassy beach looks like a child's yellow hair, softly ambling.
25. In the fall, the grass sheds all its clothes, and offers them to the earth without stinting, so that the earth is more powerful to nourish all things.
26. The windows are covered with creeper vines, which block those arrow-like sunlight with their fat turquoise leaves.
27. The walls were covered with creepers, and the leaves slowly grew bigger and bigger, until the whole house was completely painted green.
28. The reddish leaves of the creepers were blown away from the grayish-white wall by the autumn wind like a flame, shaking in mid-air and falling to the ground without going out.
29. The grass also swayed in the breeze, as if singing and dancing softly with the morning breeze.
30. The newborn green grass, smiling and limp on the ground, as if it is and low dandelion dandelion small yellow flowers in the love talk.
31. The fuzzy green grass, along with the rolling terrain, reaches to the sky, like a thick blanket to the earth.
32. The dewdrops flashed one by one in the grass, a bright and dim little bit of silver light, as if the stars in the sky, one by one, jumping there.
33. The weeds are growing everywhere, half a man high, the grass is yellow, the wind is rustling.
34. In the autumn of the golden wind, the color of the dragon grass turned golden, and its white seeds were like willow, like rushes, fluttering in the sky.
35. As soon as my fingers touched the little green-leaved grass, the grass shamed itself and folded its leaves together, and drooped its stalk in shame.
36. Mimosa is really like a shy girl, as long as the slightest touch on its leaves, it will close up, the branches also follow the low hanging down, as if not dare to see people.
37. The long watercress fluctuates with the flowing water, like the wind blowing the wheat waves, rippling and undulating.
38. The water plants in the creek, pushed and shaken by the water, leisurely twisted their slender waist.
39. The river is shallow and clear, and you can see the swaying of the water plants at the bottom, and between the water plants, there are small gray and black or green fish from time to time, revealing vigorous vitality.
40. The surface of the lake is covered with a layer of water lily, emerald-colored small round leaves in the middle of the small golden yellow flowers. As far as the eye can see, the golden light flickers, as if the Lord of Heaven specially for the decoration of the lake, to the upper side of a layer of gold stars like.
41. Every morning, fairy-like sleep in their own round leaves on the water lily, woke up from a dream, it is long flower stalks such as "Swan Lake" in the white swan's beautiful neck, slowly raised, slowly open the petals.
42. The foothills of the low-lying terrain, covered with dense clumps of grass-green moss, much like a layer of soft sea cushions.
43. In this heaven and earth, the fine green grass, the fine turquoise grass, and the turquoise moss, also seem to emit a fresh fragrance.
Spring rain, spring grass like silk, spring grass flourishing, spring grass sprouting, spring buds breaking through the ground, spring flowers blossoming
Spring blossoms in full bloom, spring flowers in abundance, spring trees sprouting, spring dahlia, spring trees budding, spring trees lush and green
Spring trees flourishing, spring sun warming, spring spring first appearances, spring ripples, spring bright, springy, springy, springy
Spring light for miles, spring spring spring, spring spring bright, springy, springy, springy, springy, springy, springy, springy, springy, springy, springy
Spring wind The spring breeze is gentle, the spring mountains are smiling, the spring hills are beautiful, and the spring mood is strong
The spring colors are pleasant, the spring colors are charming, and the spring colors are strong, the spring river is like a training course, the spring mountains are like makeup, and the spring scenery is bright
The spring scenery is beautiful, the spring swallows return to their nests, and the spring is full of people, the spring dews and autumn frosts, the spring seeds and autumn harvests, and the spring blossoms
The gardens are filled with the color of spring, all kinds of grasses are sprouting, and all kinds of weeds have the right to speak, and flowers are fighting for the spring, all kinds of flowers compete, all kinds of flowers are in full bloom
Hundreds of flowers bloom, all kinds of birds compete.
The grasses and herbs are in spring, the grasses are in bloom, the grasses are alive, the grasses are green, the grasses are alive, the grasses are green, the grasses are alive, the grasses are green, the grasses are alive, the grasses are green, the grasses are alive, the grasses are alive, the grasses are green, the grasses are alive, the grasses are alive, the grasses are green, the grasses are green, the grasses are alive, the grasses are alive, the grasses are alive, the grasses are green, the grasses are green, the birds sing, the birds sing, the birds sing, the grasses sing, the birds sing, the grasses sing, the birds sing.
The red sun is like a furnace of boiling steel, spewing out its golden light.
In the morning, the sun is like a new bride who has just gone out, shyly showing half her face.
The sun set, and its parting glare jetted out from the treetops, coloring the white clouds and the green hills in blood.
The sun slowly peeked through the clouds, revealing a face that had long since swollen red, like a shy little girl looking out at the earth.
The brilliant sunlight passed through the gaps between the leaves, through the early fog, and sprinkled the campus with rays of sunshine.
The sun was lower, blood red, and a dazzling expanse of light on the water stretched from the edge of the ocean right up to the edge of the boat.
The sky was dyed blood-red by the setting sun, and peach-colored clouds reflected on the running water, and the whole river turned purple, and the sky seemed to be ablaze with fire.
Spring, the sun is warm, it stretches out the warm hand, rubbing people all over the body comfort.
A gust of spring wind, blowing away the clouds, the sun is happy to reveal a smiling face, the warmth and light sprinkled all over the lake.
The hot sun hung high in the sky, and the red light shot like a rocket to the ground, which caught fire, reflecting the flames of the oil as it boiled and fried.
No one dared to look up at the sun, but felt that everywhere was dazzling, in the air, on the roof, on the ground, all was a white bright piece of white with a little red, from top to bottom of the whole like a very big mirror of fire, each is the focus of the mirror of fire, as if everything is about to burst into flames.
Late fall, the sun hangs lazily in the sky, like an old man showing his smiling face dozing off.
The sun in late fall is covered with a reddish-orange lampshade, radiating a soft light that warms the body and face.
As soon as the sun arrives in the fall, it spreads its rays all over the earth. The fields are golden, the grounds are golden, and the mountains are golden.
The sun in winter is as pale as the moon.
The sun was being entangled in thin clouds, letting out a pale dazzling white light.
The sun works all year long, and when it is busy in winter, it is so exhausted that it can hardly put out any heat.
The warmth of the sunlight, through the dense foliage sprinkled down into a little golden spots of light.
The lofty mountains in the distance, in the sunshine, put on a golden yellow coat, looks particularly beautiful.
The sunlight was filtered by the layers of leaves, leaking into his body into a faint round gently swaying halo.
It was eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the bright sunlight coated the leaves with ring after ring of golden and silver halos.
The sun shone through the pale clouds, reflecting off the white earth with a silvery glow that dazzled the eyes.
The golden sunlight poured down into the blue waves, making the monotonous and calm sea become somewhat colorful.
When the red sunlight was on the tips of the mountains, the fog pulled away like a curtain and the city gradually appeared in the golden sunlight.
The sunlight that pierced through the cloud patches was like a golden thread that crisscrossed the light gray and blue-gray clouds, stitching them into a pattern of unparalleled beauty.
The sun had just risen over the mountains, hidden by a bright red haze, and the sunlight shone down through the cracks in the clouds like countless dragons spewing golden waterfalls.
The golden sunlight poured through the cracks and onto the grass that the brown land nourished.
The sky was a clear blue, and brilliant sunlight was streaming down through the gaps in the dense pine needles, forming thick and thin columns of light that illuminated the shade of the forest, which was billowing with a light, gauzy mist.
The sun's fiery red smile lifted the veil from the hazy campus.
A fuchsia glow appeared in the sky, like a blooming red rose.
The sun, which has just risen, is full of vigor and red light, illuminating the whole world.
The fiery red rising sun has just penetrated the sea level, smearing the beautiful and serene sea with a layer of rose color.
The sunrise shot its rays onto the lake, and the breeze started to rise, the fine waves jumped, stirring up the lake full of broken gold.
Suddenly, a round of red sun, sprinkled with a road of golden light, like a golden whip, to drive away the flying clouds and fog.
The sea jumped out of a round of red sun, bright and colorful, the sea and air suddenly sprinkled with golden glory, the sea from ink blue to blue.
Golden sunrise, gradually dyed red the eastern sky, the main peak of the high Huangshan Mountain was brilliant cloud haze dyed a scarlet.
The sun, greeted by the rising sun, revealed its red face, and all of a sudden, ten thousand golden rays of light through the treetops colored the water with a layer of carmine red.
The sunrise began to rise into the air like a flat round lantern, and in a flash, it formed a round wheel of fire, rising high above the ground, ejecting ten thousand golden beams, covering everything with a layer of brilliant haze.
The morning sun, like an oxcart's wheel so big, like molten iron as red, with a spurt of light, sitting on the ridge in the east, with a hand to lift the light veil like mist.
The hot sun tanned his dark spine so that it seemed to bubble with oil.
The sky was clear, not a cloud in the sky, and the sun baked the face.
The hot sunshine red sorghum, steamed yellow maple leaves, scorched the side of the mountain highway.
The summer sun is really like hot chili water, frankly the street, there is no piece of shade. The majestic mountain peaks were gilded by the blazing summer sun, making them look even more precipitous and spectacular!
The two pillars of light from the blazing sun crossed the room like two transparent golden ribbons, with stars of dust glittering within.
The tall poplars on either side of the room, their branches and leaves were gilded a golden red by the setting sun.
The snow stopped, and the setting sun pushed the clouds gently away, spitting out a faint pink color.
The afterglow of the setting sun poured through the haze of clouds and spilled over the center of the river, creating a line of shimmering gold spots.
The branches of the trees along the roadside cut into the setting sun, showering the gold-stained ground with a steady stream of crumbs of light.
Half of the setting sun's face had already disappeared into the horizon, and dusk drifted in with a cool breeze.
The remnants of the sun slanted over the western mountains, and everything on the ground was shrouded in a blur of rose color.
The red sunset light dyed the river water into a magnificent golden wave, in the water and the sky meet the sea shaking like broken gold, drifting a few return boat.
This time, the setting sun has been articulated on the top of the mountain, the western half of the sky, like a big ball of fire, burning a blood-red evening sun.
The brilliantly beautiful shadow of the setting sun was cast on the surface of the river, which was wrinkled by the evening wind, scattering a large, shining, bright rose-red fine scales.
The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the white clouds wandering in the blue sky red, and also set a bright lace for them, these white clouds for a while into the rose of the evening sun.
The sun pecked through the eggshell of the night and peeked out, shyly looking at the earth.
At this time, far ahead, above the countless layers of mountains, in the misty clouds, suddenly appeared a red mist.
Soon, a red ball that is from the ocean Ran out, that water and sky connected to the place suddenly became a sea of fire.
The sun finally poked out half of its head, so big and red, and then, like being pushed by someone, jumped out and turned into a pure gold color.
The sun jumped violently and popped out of the sea, and all of a sudden, the vast and boundless sky and sea were all at once covered with dazzling golden light.
The sky gradually brightened, a round of red sunrise, from behind the east mountain dragged the ground jumped the mountain, suddenly, the sky and the earth, the sunset, running water overflowing with color.
Everything on the earth are hot gold like, in the original various colors of the surface layer, thickly stained with a touch of orange and yellow, and reflect the road dazzling light.
Gradually, the east of the fog first some slight red, in, this red more and more thick, then suddenly cut a line of bright red, that bright red suddenly jumped out of a red wheel of light.
The delicate sunrise, has jumped out from the east behind the mountains, ten thousand times red haze overflowing, and the valley slowly rising morning mist blend, changing the colorful halo.
The stars had faded, and the eastern sky was beginning to whiten, a time when the sky changes rapidly, gradually whitening to a blinding whiteness, and then beginning to radiate red streaks, one by one, from the horizon.
The sun leapt out of the gray sea, a small half-wheel of fuchsia flame, and at once lit up the dull sky, behind a vivid haze that looked like it held up a satin of infinite blue.
Only the turquoise sky lined with a pale blue, a moment later, the pale blue turned into orange and yellow, edged with scarlet, this red light more and more, from the air straight to the sea, first a little, then a piece, flying to the four sides of the spread.
The red sun was dropping in the west, and the sea was rippling with layers of gold. The sun had already set out, leaving only a faint blush of color in the western sky.
Scented and fragrant, the bamboo branches and leaves are sparse, and the bamboo shadows are fresh and elegant, fresh and elegant, and the bamboo branches are unique, towering and sturdy, and sturdy and strong
The wind knows the wind is strong, and the bamboo branches are lively, curly and colorful, and lush, and crowded
Good Sentences
After a spring rain, the bamboo forests sucked in the nectar of moisture and gave birth to a lot of "fat babies", which poked out of the bamboo trees.
After a spring rain, the bamboo forest sucked in the nourishing nectar and gave birth to many "fat dolls", which poked out their yellow flowery heads and showed their vigorous vitality to the earth.
Spring girl quietly came, warm sunshine from the bamboo forest leaves branches and poles sprinkled with thousands of strands of golden threads, for the bamboo forest added vitality.
The mountain is full of bamboo, every spring, bamboo buds, the breeze blew, issued a "rustle" sound, far away, as if the undulating waves of the sea.
The bamboo is tall and straight, standing on the ground, whether it is cold, or hot, it is always green, symbolizing the integrity of the mountain people, simple character and positive, hard-working spirit.
Far away, the bamboo forest green like a flawless emerald; close up, the bamboo forest is like a green barrier.
Bamboo, you are so green, green as if to flow; you are so lush, dense branches and leaves do not penetrate into the wind; you are so upright, trees pointing to the sky.
The sun came out, the green gaps in the bamboo forest into a golden light, the breeze blew, the bamboo leaves gently swinging, rustling sound, like in the nod to me smile.
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In the hill at my back door, there is a large green bamboo. In summer, the bamboo shade, a breeze blew, issued a "rustle" sound, as if a kind old man issued a cheerful laughter. Bamboo in the forest of a tall and straight bamboo, straight into the sky; there are just out of the world soon, standing; there are as slender as a needle, another kind of elegance.
Morning, the milky white fog covered the earth. Bamboo forest also seems to be immersed in the fog, green bamboo leaves covered with dewdrops, as long as the gentle shake of the bamboo, dewdrops will be "clattering" down, fell all over us wet. After a while, the fog dispersed, the sun like a sword through the bamboo tops, shining into the bamboo forest. The bamboo forest is lively, birds from this bamboo to that bamboo, bamboo from sleep, in the sunshine show their beautiful "hair".
After the Qingming Festival, a crack appeared on the ground, these cracks do not know when gradually expanded, so a bamboo shoots like a small steeple, and are wearing a top with a yellow spikes of the small cap, they are the offspring of bamboo - shoots. The shoots, in the warm embrace of spring, grow upward rapidly, and I heard my father say that on a rainy evening, the shoots can grow more than two feet tall!
Jinggang Mountain five hundred miles of forest sea, the most unforgettable is the bamboo. From a distance, the lush, overlapping, and can not see the end. To the close look, some of the repair straight upright, as if the hilltop sentry; some densely packed, as if ambushed in the deep depression in the soldiers; some bamboo shoots, not long after the birth of the world, but also standing, a different kind of charm.
Here, the verdant and dense moso bamboo is all over the mountain, mountain after mountain, bamboo after bamboo, boundless. With the ups and downs of the mountains, just like the green sea of blue waves, no wonder people have long described it as a "sea of bamboo". "People do not see the temple in the mountains, deep in the bamboo, visitors can not see, Gangcui plucked empty." Song Dynasty monk Yunan Zen master of Yixing bamboo description, how apt! Bamboo is a treasure, thick bamboo poles, is the construction, handicrafts, musical instruments, a variety of appliances and living utensils of the material. Bamboo yellow and bamboo shells can also be papermaking, bamboo shoots taste delicious, is a delicacy in the vegetable ......
Bamboo forest, a pavilion of bamboo, covering the sun, the air is very fresh. People into the bamboo forest as if to the "cool world". Array of "Dingdong" sound of the stream, accompanied by the wind blowing bamboo leaves "rustle" sound, played a wonderful and beautiful song. Every morning, when the light of dawn into the bamboo forest, the forest looks particularly beautiful: the brook splashed clusters of water, in the sunshine crystal bright; gusts of mist, like wearing a light veil of fairies walking through the forest. Hill woke up, yawned a few, a cool wind from the depths of the shade blew; dewdrops woke up, in the grass blades blinking bright crystal eyes; birds have just woken up, jumping and scrambling to sing the first song of the dawn ......
Side of the creek, the clumps of tail bamboo, like a green brush, painted the sky with a blue tile blue, stained the water with a greenish blue. The water is dyed turquoise and green; the courtyard house, the chu chu moving, the body of the tear-stained spots bamboo, knot a piece of shade, reflecting the seat of the bamboo house; path, a cluster of bamboo, slender bamboo branches, dancing bamboo tip, like a mother's kind hand, the green seedlings in the arms; hillside, green and blue jade bamboo, to the deserted mountains broadcast out of the spring. It can be said that the line in the hometown, bright in front of the bamboo, flash in the side of the bamboo, the people of the bamboo township, generations and bamboo living together.
Spring, goose-yellow new shoots from the soil, like a chicken just out of the shell as beautiful, after three or four weeks gradually turned into a branch of dark green shoots, and then turned into tender green new branches. The three or four branches of the old bamboo surrounded the new bamboo, like protecting their children.
The sea rises and raises its head to look at the moon, and lowers its head to think of its hometown.
Under the moon, a mirror flies in the sky, and the clouds are born to tie up the sea tower.
Lifting a glass to invite the moon, to the shadow of three people.
The moon in Chang'an, the sound of pounding clothes in ten thousand houses.
The moon is out of the sky, between the clouds and the sea.
Drunken moon is often in the saints, and lost flowers do not serve the king.
But under the crystal curtain, Linglong looked at the autumn moon.
The old garden pine and laurel hair, ten thousand miles **** clear light.
Dew from the night white, the moon is the hometown bright
But wishing for a long time, thousands of miles *** Canyuan Juan
All with a sense of escape to fly, want to go up to the blue sky to catch the moon
Deep forests people do not know, the moon to shine
When to lean on the false front, the double shine tear dry moon, the end of the world **** at this time
And Good Words Fall Fall Equinoxes Autumn Autumn Mid-autumn Fall colors Autumn harvest Autumn rain Autumn Fruits Autumn Frost Twilight Autumn Autumn Wild Early Autumn Late Autumn Golden Autumn Autumn Autumn High and Cool Autumn Rain Golden Autumn Season Autumn Winds Autumn Winds Send Sharpness Layers of Forests Dyeing The Sky is High and Cloudy Autumn Clouds Come in Winter Chrysanthemum Climbing to the Heights Withered Branches and Fading Leaves Autumn Grasses Withered and Yellow Laurel Flower Fluttering Scent Autumn Heat as Morning Mid-Autumn Moon Viewing Good Sentences The beauty of Autumn is mature - it is not as shy as spring, as open as summer, and as inward-looking as winter. The beauty of autumn is sensible - it is not as charming as spring, as fiery as summer, as subtle as winter. Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter. The sunshine of the golden autumn is warm and quiet, the autumn wind of the Dong village is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are floating. Good Paragraph As soon as September arrived, there was a sense of autumn, which slipped in on a foggy dawn and disappeared in the hot afternoon. It skims the tops of the trees on tiptoe, stains a few leaves red, and then leaves in a cluster of flutters across the valley. In another night or two, the fall frost fills the valley under the moon, then retreats to the northern side of the mountains for a little while, so that the golden early fall can gently soothe the earth. A slight scent of anise fills the sky. And the fragrant odor of golden chrysanthemums. The fog rolls in and is broken by the September moon, revealing an azure sky. In autumn, the ever-blue sky can suddenly flip and reveal sinister colors, with tropical typhoons interspersed with dense clouds of torrential rain, floods lurking, and the revived grasslands flushed with a bit of pale color again. However, the typhoon storm flickers away, and the strong air currents still shake with dazzling waves of light. At this time, only the migratory birds from the north know this warm bed to sleep in, the flying swans, geese and ducks, like a dark cloud, making this place look even more pale. I do not know from how long, as if a tense struggle finally gradually through the dawn, the field from its broad chest over a wisp of leisurely breath, slopes and dams have like water in the dispersion of clarity, the trees and crops in all directions also began to sway in the breeze, the leaves have become subdued and spare. Dew returned, wetting the ridges and hanging quietly over the fields in the early morning and evening. The dewdrops also came to the dams and floated quietly, no longer returning to the valleys. Although the sun is still bright, but no longer painful scorching people's spine, become generous, clear, as if it is finally exhausted, can not steam melt the fields, and the fields and reconciliation; ...... fall is coming! The view that swooped into the car window gave me a sense of déjà vu. The blue sky clouds, barbaric mountains, washed by the autumn frost yellow weeds, just like a decorated with a golden veil of the virgin, bare milk yellow carcass, in the rusty autumn winds dance, show the soul of the Qianzi. Standing on the mountain upside of the autumn sun, like a mighty god of war, shaking off the blood-stained robes, splashing in the grass, seeping into the mountain stream, with countless ripples, whimpering outward flow, from the ancient flow to the present, from the distant past to the vast future. Autumn, is not often said to be golden? Indeed, she brought the fruitfulness to the nature, to the many creatures, including human beings, rewarded the countless to continue the life of the food. ◆ [2005-04-20]
Describing the good words and phrases of autumn anonymous
The winding path, hidden at the end of the bamboo forest. Close to a strain of upright green bamboo, but not the joy of the first time I saw. Since I was a child, I have seen many narratives about bamboo in books, and the bamboo forests in the books seem to be living in the hidden saints, in a piece of bamboo in the elegant elegance. In the worship of these people, stubbornly believe that only in that piece of bamboo forest, to cultivate these people set landscape aura in the body, to wash away the world of pomp and circumstance.
The love of bamboo in a little bit of rooted, every article about bamboo fondly, but because of being in the north of the Yangtze River, the end of no chance to see, so obsessed with those articles over and over and over again, fantasizing about wandering in the waves of the bamboo sea.
Seeing the bamboo with my own eyes, I realized that there is no such thing as an ethereal aura, which stands as a piece of sadness that I don't know why it survives; the shiny green on the stem has also become dull.
Walking blindly, under the feet of the clean concrete road, the book recorded on the fluffy leaves, the soft touch, that moving intoxication, can only appear in the beauty of the obsessive fantasy.
Behind me, my friend pulled me, I stopped in silence, followed his finger, saw a plant with the memory of the image is completely inconsistent with the green bamboo, soft stem bent, such as by the age of the hunchback bent; surface attached to the faint traces of green, thick branches and leaves, the growth of the messy.
I lightly looked at my friend's eyes of surprise, just like a stone pressured by the suffocation, a moment of relief, the heart can not help but breathe a sigh of relief. I don't know why, to this plant in the bamboo forest "foreign matter" is full of joy, it also does not have that kind of aura, but it has more self, more stubbornness we don't know, which reminds me of the lotus flower.
Last year in a friend's home to play, inadvertently found a waste of flower pots, in the crystal-like transparent growth of a lotus flower. It does not belong to that elegant and secluded flowers in the gentleman, its petals are bright red, F such as rose-like delicate, is the refusal of lonely red. The charm of the lotus, in a branch and a leaf in the disappearance, but it is still beautiful, beautiful to the heart.
The green bamboo leaves, through the dappled daylight, in a little bit of memory back to the eyes.
Quietly, looking at the indulgent branches and leaves
Time is swallowing up the sunset, the ghostly fragrance of bamboo, filling the cool forest.
Retracting the condensed line of sight, birds circling in the forest, beautiful time, always too short, but the green bamboo, but carved in the heart.
The red lotus flower, light green bamboo branches, exuding a slice of freedom, but what about me?