1. Poems about camphor trees in spring
Poems about camphor trees in spring 1. Beautiful sentences about camphor trees in spring
Sentences about camphor trees
1. I think green is the foundation of life, and red is the hope of life. Just like a camphor tree, it will always be green no matter wind, rain, thunder and lightning; just like a camphor tree leaf, no matter the color changes, it will always be red and green. Even if the leaves fall, we must release the last brilliance of life!
2. Other trees are easy to attract insects. Three or four different bugs can be caught from the same pomegranate tree. They also have to raise and reproduce their children, and their children and grandchildren are all parasitic on the trees. The camphor tree itself has a fragrance, and this fragrance can last forever. Even when its branches die, and when it has been used as wood to make furniture, its aroma remains unchanged. As long as this wood exists, insects will be afraid of it. This is the value of camphor trees.
3. Those tall camphors seem to be the colors that have appeared repeatedly in my dreams since I was a child, with an ignorant collision and a vague soft light in my eyes.
4. The most lush and well-dressed ones are those camphor trees that bend their waists with smiles; the camphor trees are not tall, but the most affectionate. The green leaves crowding the whole body cover all the branches. Like a strong big umbrella, it can protect people from rain and sunlight.
2. Please give me a poem about camphor trees, please keep it short
I know a poem.
Guo Jingming came before the summer solstice. 1995 Summer Solstice? Camphor? Unknown Land What is the story of camphor and camphor? Someone whispered in the gap between looking up and looking down.
So everything becomes very subtle. There is warmth in the eyes and moisture in the palms of hands.
In those summers when the sky blooms in a hurry, the sunshine has its most prosperous jointing. She ran past him in a hurry, so the floating grass bloomed with lonely flowers; he waited quietly behind her, so the setting sun closed the heavy door; he and he became more and more silent in the four seasons, and the dusk in the past And the morning that never came.
She and she walked more and more slowly in the summer, and the hands that were held held the hands that were not held. Some melodies are never sung, and some torches are never lit.
But the world has sound and light. Then time became heavy and small, and the blizzard easily broke through the thin door.
That city has never aged. It stands in the memory and becomes the loneliness and loneliness that no one left behind at dusk in school. Camphor trees cover all the sky in the city end to end.
There is a confession in the shadow that is ten years late. Oops, I'm singing, do you hear it? Ah ah ah, who is singing, I hear the camphor tree talking (poetry) The jasper as tall as a tree is retreating from the dream of green shade, has woken up from the numb heart In our courtyard, a camphor tree sneaks in in early spring When I die suddenly, my dream breaks. After the spring breeze passes, I quickly roll up the curtain and open the window. First I push the camphor tree, and the fragrance fades away. The spring breeze seems to be shearing. It has always been an open and transparent hidden weapon. It has cut off the tree crown. From the cross section, I can see the circles of sparkling inner textures that are clear and clear. Interviewing Mr. Xiang Zhang throughout the courtyard. I don’t want to care about the green shade. I don’t want to know too much about the value and hardship of life. The spring wanders around. The half tree trunk left behind is an upright pipe. The vertical thought replaces the position in our hearts. The green drops sink and solidify the soil. The performance is left behind in the dusty past, starting from the heart and spreading to you. There is no laurel crown. Xiang Zhangjun seems to have a strong soul and still sticks to the land under his feet. The thoughts in the reincarnation are hallucinating, and the boundless blue gaze caresses Xiang Zhangjun's. The pipe reminds me of red cannons and history. A hundred thunderbolts roaring in the distant sky hold up the canopy like the imaginary canopy fireworks. The sky above the pipe is still full of holes. Facing the rustling memory of a tree shrinking in April, please forgive me. Our poor words are willing to understand our questions and accusations.
3. Idioms describing the camphor tree flowers in spring
Dark fragrance and sparse shadows
àn xiāng shū yǐng
Explain the dark fragrance: Quiet fragrance; sparse shadow: sparse branch shadow. It originally described the fragrance and appearance of plum blossoms, but was later used as a synonym for plum blossoms.
Source: Song Dynasty Lin Bu's poem "Lin Hejing Collection·Volume 2·Mountain Garden Xiaomei": "Sparse shadows cross the slanting water, the water is clear and shallow, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk"
Structural joint type .
Usage has a positive connotation. More descriptive of plum blossoms. Generally used as predicate and attributive.
The correct pronunciation is sparse; it cannot be pronounced as "sū".
Distinguish the shape of darkness; cannot write "dark".
Synonyms sparse shadows and dark fragrance
Example: People who want to explore the plum blossoms should first contact the people in the mountains to inquire about the news of the plum blossoms. They can go there when they bloom in seven or eight minutes; Enjoy the fun of it~.
4. Sentences about camphor tree
Camphor tree 1 dark.
My grandmother’s room was only in daylight when the lights were on. There are no windows or doors in the front, and there is a central hall in the front; there are windows and doors in the back. Because the sill is high, and a shed is built from the main house to cover it with cedar bark and placed on the top of the sill, no light can come in. The door is only for people to come in and out, and the window is only for ventilation.
In the wooden house in Guanzhou Village, the small room behind the shrine wall in the middle hall is a storage room. Due to the housing shortage in my family, it was changed into a bedroom for my grandparents. Narrow, only room for a small bed.
In the dark, without turning on the lights, you must touch things with fixed positions based on experience and feeling. This day was a little special. The sunlight outside was extremely bright, so bright that it turned white.
Such too strong light, twisting and turning, bumped in, as if the dark night was filled with a faint starlight from the clouds. This was important and heartwarming, and I didn’t know it was a bit poetic at the time.
With this light that was so weak that it could be ignored, I roughly saw the basic shapes of some objects, such as the box on the table in the corner. It was a dark box made of camphor tree boards. It's pretty old, it's my grandma's dowry. Things made from camphor boards are really different. They don’t breed insects, and the leftovers won’t go rancid easily when placed in the cupboards.
What’s even more amazing is that the fragrance is exuded in wisps, and the room is filled with a light fragrance. The clothes stored in the camphor wood boxes will also absorb the smell of camphor. When worn on the body, people’s The heat slowly evaporates the aroma, making the body feel like it has a fresh smell. I don’t know how other people smell it, but when I smell it, I will feel excited consciously or unconsciously, straighten my chest, and stretch my clothes, which gives me more energy and confidence.
I went into my grandparents’ room to get the top and top whip. The young boys and girls in the village were playing tops hard in Shaiguping. I wanted to compete with them. . I have seen them, the shiny toys I played with, lying next to the camphor box.
Suddenly, I seemed to have forgotten what I was going to do, and just stared at the camphor box in trance. I seemed to see my grandmother's hands skillfully and lightly opening the box, taking out the clothes and giving me a dime.
To my regret, my hands are actually empty now. I wanted to open the box and take out a dime. The box had no lock and there was no obstacle to opening it.
But, I don’t dare. "Niu Yazai, are you coming?" Xiang Yazai called me.
"Come here!" I shook my head, smelled the camphor smell, grabbed the top and top whip, then took a deep breath of the camphor smell, and rushed to Shaiguping. The result of the game was just as I expected, I defeated them.
One of the important success lessons I have learned is that camphor gas helps me, it helps me like a stimulant. This is my personal secret, which has always been hidden in my heart and has never been revealed to anyone.
2 Like three meals a day, chopping firewood is a basic part of our daily life. Xiangyazi and we get up early every morning and go up the mountain, collect a load of firewood, have dinner, and then go to school.
We often go to the hilltop behind the village to cut firewood. There is a small mountain pass there called Tutou Pass, which is the only pass that the brigade next door must pass to get to the commune. It is also the shortcut that we Guanzhouzhai people must take to work in the mountains to the west.
There is a large camphor tree in the col. Camphor trees always like to grow straight upward. The branches of this camphor tree stretch out like dragons on all sides. I don’t know whether it is due to wind, snow, thunder and lightning destroying its main trunk, or it is caused by man-made changes. The arms are stretched out like a giant umbrella. In addition, the mountain col is very windy, so Tutou Ao is a wonderful place to enjoy the cool and rest.
Some people cultivating the fruit of merit have installed several wooden benches under the giant camphor. When people come here, they only need to sit down and enjoy the coolness. After Xiangyazai and we gathered the firewood, we took a short rest here.
I looked at the bright or light red tags on the giant camphor tree. There was nothing more than this sentence: "Emperor of Heaven, Emperor of Earth, there is a man who cries at night in my family. A gentleman passing by reads this sentence, and he will sleep all night." To the broad sky." I saw that this camphor tree looked like a mother, with her arms spread out, begging passers-by to read her messages for her children.
I then read loudly: "Emperor of Heaven, Emperor of Earth..." My friends also started to read: "...sleep all night long until dawn." There was an echo in the mountain col, like It is the chanting of Ju Zhang, and it is also like the chanting of the mountains.
We carried firewood and got up and walked. The wind blew from behind, and the coolness penetrated into our bodies. There was also a smell of camphor that overwhelmed us, as if the fragrance penetrated inside and outside our bodies. How comfortable we felt , we are more motivated to go on the road, as if divine power has been injected into our bodies. We sang a song: "There is a strange Maomao who cries and laughs at the same time.
Huang Gu peeed and cried all the way to Toutou Ao. He picked up a bad hat, put it on and laughed."
When we were almost home, we met Xiangyingzai’s father. He saw at a glance that there were two camphor trees in Cheung Ya Tsai's firewood. He scolded Cheung Ya Tsai and said, "Oh, it's easy for you to cut firewood. Of course it's easy to cut camphor trees like this, but what's the use?" Cheung Ya Tsai Station He stood still, bowed his head and said nothing.
This morning, Xiang Yazai’s stomach was weak and he pooped several times. We chopped it into a load of firewood, and he only chopped a little bit, so he chopped two arm-sized camphor trees and mixed them into the firewood to make up for it. , the camphor tree only needs to be chopped down for a while, which is really convenient and quick. "You are so grown up, yet you don't know that you can't burn camphor trees? Stupid pigs!" Of course we know that the elders say that camphor trees cannot be burned. There is no wine when burning camphor trees to make wine. The sweet potato seeds and bract seeds are hung under the floor of the teahouse. It will not be able to sprout.
We also told him that it was necessary. Xiangyazai wanted to not lose to us in terms of the quantity of firewood he chopped and to make himself look good, so he found an excuse and said: "This is superstitious. He is going against the times." Just blame the camphor tree, I don’t believe it.” 3 The camphor tree is indeed divine.
It is not difficult to find camphor trees in the mountains, but we in the mountains rarely have camphor wood utensils and camphor wood boards. Our custom in Guanzhou Village is that shrines, cupboards, tables of the Eight Immortals, windows, boxes, and some utensils in ancestral halls and temples are made of camphor wood, while other items are generally not used.
I asked my grandfather this question. Grandfather clicked the "trumpet" for a long time before saying, "Get used to it."
I don’t think this is the right answer and this question has been hanging in my mind. One year, the old camphor tree on Tutou Ao was suddenly struck by lightning, and one branch died. A new-born "calf" in our Guanzhou Village who was not afraid of tigers needed camphor boards, so he climbed up the tree and sawed the dead branch.
Someone from the adjacent Waibingzhai Village spoke out, saying that this tree was the protector of their village. This tree prospered and the other village prospered, and this tree declined and the other village failed. This protector was struck by lightning, and their village It's unfortunate enough that someone wants to cut off one of God's arms.
5. Beautiful sentences describing trees in spring
Sentences describing trees in spring 1. In spring, the hawthorn trees are full of beautiful, white and bright flowers, among the green leaves Against the background, it looks particularly beautiful and delicate.
2. In spring, the earth revives and trees sprout. The persimmon tree took out new branches, grew green leaves, and was full of yellow flowers. It attracted many bees, buzzing - 3. The spring girl came to the mountain.
The arrival of the spring girl adds a lot of vitality and vitality to the mountain. The lush trees looked particularly green and tender, and there were also the colorful wildflowers that filled the mountains and fields.
The most eye-catching thing is the peach blossoms, which are white with red and red with white. They are branches and clusters, so beautiful! 4. The spring girl has arrived, and the trees are quietly pulling out new branches and growing green buds. The branches of the willow tree hang downward, like silk threads hanging from the tree.
Furry catkins emerged from the small green leaves. Poplar trees, pear trees, apple trees, peach trees... They all show their talents and embellish the beauty of spring.
5. Sister Chunfeng blew gently, and the trees were bent down by Sister Chunfeng. Of course, such a lively scene would not be complete without Brother Chunyu. When Brother Chunyu rains, he destroys the trees. Grinning. So beautiful! 6. The spring breeze turns the trees green, and they dance gracefully, thanking the coming of spring.
The spring breeze blew away the severe cold and brought back warm wind. The trees grew buds under its blowing. After a burst of spring rain, the peach, plum and apricot trees bloomed with beautiful flowers, attracting tourists. Showing off their beauty, they danced their branches in the spring breeze to show off their beauty. 7. The weeping willow is like a girl, combing her long flowing hair in the water. The breeze blows, and the long hair flutters in the wind, caressing the river water.
The river is crystal clear, and you can see pebbles of different shapes on the bottom of the river at a glance. 8. On the playground, looking at the big tree from a distance, a few new buds sprouted, as if there was new life trembling.
Ah! This majestic campus tree! You represent the progress of our study and the beauty of the campus! 9. In spring, as soon as the students stepped into the campus, they heard the sweet chirping of birds. They all knew that it came from the camphor tree. One characteristic of camphor trees is that most trees lose their leaves in autumn and grow leaves in spring, but camphor trees grow leaves in spring and lose leaves all year round.
10. In spring, small green buds grow on the branches. The branches are no longer bare, but small buds are sprouted. They are no longer wearing bloated white coats. , but put on a light green shirt. The trees bathed in the bright sunshine in spring are really a beautiful scenery! 11. The spring thunder wakes up the grass like crisp alarm bells. The grass pushes away the soil cover and lazily pokes out their green tips.
The trees were also awakened, and they suddenly found that there were many green shoots on their bodies. The tree thought: It must have been woven by Miss Chun! The flowers that woke up were vying for beauty and blooming, as if they were competing with each other.
12. Spring is here, and the trees on both sides of the street have sprouted little buds. The grass in the field has emerged from the ground, and it is green, as if it has spread a green carpet on the earth.
13. When spring comes, Xiaoya hides in the honey locust tree like a shy little girl. After several spring rains, the honey locust tree grew many tender green leaves, and the birds built their nests in the honey locust tree. As long as you walk into our campus, you will find that there are many bird nests on the honey locust tree.
14. In spring, it will be filled with many caterpillar-like flowers. This is also the time when there are the most bees. Even if you stand far away from the tree, you will clearly hear the sound of "wow". The green buds set off the green flowers, making it look particularly cute. 15. Spring is also on the branches. The tall and tall trees no longer wear white cotton-padded jackets. Miss Spring has already put on thin green clothes for them.
The willow tree swayed its long hair in the breeze, stretching its waist... 16. Spring rain is a cheerful and beautiful piece of music. It wakes up the trees, moistens the grass, and wakes up the flowers.
The trees grew green leaves, with crystal water drops hanging on the leaves. The breeze blew gently, and the trees swayed, making a "swishing" sound, as if to thank the spring rain. The grass broke through the ground and soon became a green flannel. 17. The branches slowly crawled out of my body, and cute little leaves popped out of my body.
The spring breeze and the leaf brothers also played elegant music and rustled, and other trees also joined the "concert". look! A little bird flew towards me and landed on my arm, accompanying the leaf brothers.
I listened and was immersed in this spring world. 18. Peach blossoms, pear blossoms, and apricot blossoms are blooming one after another. "Peach Blossom Island" is a good place for people to go on outings. They sit under the peach trees, taste mountain side dishes, admire the peach blossoms all over the mountain, and take a nap in the hammock when they feel sleepy. It’s really a lot of fun! 19. I looked at the trees on both sides of the road. The green leaves were shining brightly under the drizzle.
Drooping meekly. Are they still immersed in that peaceful sleep? After all, no one wants to return from that beautiful reverie to the reality that must be faced.
In this school with nearly 6,000 teachers and students, it is difficult for people to enjoy tranquility, and the same is certainly true for trees. 20. It's afternoon now, the rain has stopped long ago, and the leisurely leisure time in the early morning no longer exists.
I was walking on the way to physical education class and found that the trees had been shaken to the ground with dead leaves. They are finally completely new.
I suddenly thought, shouldn’t people be like trees, constantly growing new leaves, blooming new flowers, removing the dross and constantly innovating? 21. In this warm season, in the woods, many trees are full of bright flowers; everyone refuses to give in. Red, yellow, white, purple, all kinds of flowers are really beautiful. Like a beautiful big flower bed. Many butterflies and bees smelled the fragrance of the flowers, and they all flew to collect nectar, flying around in mid-air.
6. Sentences describing camphor
This is a sentence about camphor that I saw in the new version of "The Summer Solstice Has Not Come".
I like "The Summer Solstice Has Not Come" very much.
The world we see - the camphor trees are flowing green, the sunlight becomes transparent in the afternoon, winding to all the places it can reach, and there are busy sounds from the bus stop not far away , People who fell asleep due to drowsiness cast trembling shadows, and cobwebs loomed faintly in the corners. There is a gentle and comfortable rhythm in the air, as if it has stopped at this point forever, so that there is no need to think about what direction it will evolve in the future.
The world we see, if it does not encounter the discretion of time, if it does not encounter the speed of derailment, if it is not ignited, it will end up like a piece of falling soot, blown into the air, like If there is nothing... then, maybe it will always carry the crisp fragrance of the camphor tree, with a perfect cross-section, staying in this place closest to summer. What is the story of camphor and camphor? Someone whispered in the gap between looking up and looking down.
So everything becomes very subtle. There is warmth in the eyes and moisture in the palms of hands.
In those summers when the sky blooms in a hurry, the sunshine has its most prosperous jointing. She ran past him in a hurry, so the floating grass bloomed with lonely flowers; he waited quietly behind her, so the setting sun closed the heavy door; he and he became more and more silent in the four seasons, and the dusk in the past And the morning that never came.
She and she walked more and more slowly in the summer, and the hands that were held held the hands that were not held. Some melodies are never sung, and some torches are never lit.
But the world has sound and light. Then time became heavy and small, and the blizzard easily broke through the thin door.
That city has never aged. It stands in the memory and becomes the loneliness and loneliness that no one left behind at dusk in school. Camphor trees cover all the sky in the city end to end.
There is a confession in the shadow that is ten years late. If you have forgotten something, if you are still willing to remember it.
If the fragrance and heat of summer can still stir up the sleeping era in your heart. If the rich shade of camphor trees still can't resist the red heat of the sun shining on your eyelids.
If the lonely sky of your youth has not completely left your dreamland. So...the camphor tree in the school becomes particularly prosperous every summer.
Those shades of trees under the sun would always seep into the windows slowly like sticky ink. Fu Xiaosi remembered that he and Lu Zhiang slept in the shade of the trees for seemingly endless summers. The red light and heat on my eyelids never dissipated.
Many times Fu Xiaosi thought that he and Lu Zhiang were just like two gangsters who depended on each other, laughing silently and crying hypocritically in Qianchuan, living noisily day after day. After so many years, he thought he had become accustomed to wandering around the city with Lu Zhiang, looking at countless beautiful girls, looking at countless strange stop signs, following countless strange and winding mountain roads and heading towards more unknown worlds.
Those lush camphor trees grow in their annual rings and become a testament to their success day by day. He and Lu Zhiang slowly grew from thirteen to nineteen.
Those days that come back every time it rains have really become memories. Fu Xiaosi sometimes looks at the photos and becomes lost in thought.
Their hair became longer or shorter, their clothes were new or old, they stood on the ground and cried and laughed. That big sun still rises in this city every day.
Lengthen and shorten their shadows. So the years just rumbled over slices of life one after another.
In the beginning of summer, I walked back and forth in Asakawa, watching how those tall camphor trees covered the city one after another, hiding the time and wasting the morning and evening. Those tall camphors seem to be the colors that have appeared repeatedly in my dreams since I was a child, with a confused collision and a vague soft light in my eyes.
Lixia feels that there is no summer solstice in Asakawa. No matter how high the sun rises and how hot the white light it scatters, half of this city will always be gently hidden under the dark green shadow of camphor, isolated from the world and closed. Breathe peacefully with your eyes closed. sidewalk.
Stairwell. Rooftop terrace.
Sky bridges leading everywhere. A fenced-in playground.
Half of it is immersed in the dark green shadow of camphor, with the smell of wet midsummer. The air is filled with the sticky scent of summer.
Outside the window is the camphor that has been dyed green all summer. When the tide surges up the ancient embankment, summer leads to the next summer, what are you like? When heavy rain sweeps through the village under the scorching sun, and summer floods the next summer, what are you like? Skipping the green spring, sad autumn, honeysuckle and the greener summer of the coming year, you appeared in front of me again.
The eyebrows are drooped. Turn around and take away the rainwater from an entire city, and then turn around and bring back the colored snow.
Wheat jointing. Thunder rumbled across the ground.
You splashed ink on the incomplete words of desire in the corner, thus rendering a summer without any ups and downs. Next year comes another year.
But I never waited for a crying summer solstice. The summer solstice never comes all year round.
Escape the back and forth search. He never saw her.
She has never seen him. No one has ever seen it.
The summer solstice that never came. The world began to rain heavily.
The floods are approaching. Before I even noticed it, the weather started to get cooler.
When I get up for a morning run, I occasionally return to the dormitory to put on an extra coat before going downstairs to gather. Those boys who are used to playing basketball for half an hour after breakfast and before self-study occasionally feel that wearing just a vest is not enough to resist the cold morning air - even though the sun is still shining brightly at noon.
The trees are still green. These thick and dense shade trees have no seasons.
Only the birds and insects in the forest are becoming increasingly rare. So the whole school became quieter and quieter.
The cicadas that had been noisy all summer finally disappeared. The light cuts away the sharp angles, leaving a dull, blurry light.
It gently warms the person's back. And then.
Time followed the traces of autumn and spread over the insteps. The tide surged and the so-called youth was submerged by another centimeter.
The birds have been flying away for a long time, and the school's camphor trees and camphor branches have become quieter and quieter, so there is a rumble of fallen leaves falling.
Autumn is already very deep. In fact, he knew Xiao Si very well. Ever since he was a child, he would say nothing when he was angry, with an expressionless face and a pair of white, unfocused eyes.
7. What are the sentences describing "camphor trees"
In the beginning of summer, I walked back and forth in Asakawa to see how those tall camphor trees covered one tree after another. The city hid the time and wasted the morning and dusk.
Lixia feels that there is no summer solstice in Asakawa. No matter how high the sun rises and how hot the white light it scatters, half of this city will always be gently hidden under the dark green shadow of camphor, isolated from the world and closed. Breathe peacefully with your eyes closed. The camphor tree has the most graceful posture. It often tilts its body and perfectly matches its partner on the opposite side, forming a semi-domed green sky above the entire road.
The camphor tree is not tall, but its branches are thick and stretch out in all directions and far away. The dense leaves are shiny green.
Camphor trees are evergreen all year round, whether it is summer or winter, they are always so vigorous. The difference between the camphor tree and the original camphor tree in Guilin, my hometown, is that its leaves are slightly smaller. As long as you hold the leaves in your hands, there will be a light fragrance floating in, which will not dissipate for a long time. The trees cannot grow as big as the original camphor tree and have a longer lifespan. It is not as good as the original camphor, but the seeds in autumn are more numerous and thicker than the original camphor.
The most densely decorated ones are those camphors that bend their waists with smiles; the camphors are not tall, but the most affectionate. The green leaves crowding the whole body cover all the branches, and they look like strong ones. A pair of big umbrellas can protect people from the rain and the sun. Those tall camphors seem to be the colors that have appeared repeatedly in my dreams since I was a child, with a confused collision and a vague soft light in my eyes.
The world we see - camphor trees are flowing green, the sunlight becomes transparent in the afternoon, winding to all the places it can reach, and there are busy sounds from the bus stop not far away , People who fell asleep due to drowsiness cast trembling shadows, and cobwebs loomed faintly in the corners. There is a gentle and comfortable rhythm in the air, as if it has stopped at this point forever, so that there is no need to think about what direction it will evolve in the future.
You are sleeping under a curtain, listening to my whispers, and the years are passing by in a hurry, singing and dancing all the way. I want to wrap my arms around your elegant and beautiful face, and go boating with you; waiting for the fleeting time, After passing through the dust and smoke on the other side, it is still clear and beautiful. Thinking about it, the cold winter freezes the memory into a picture, which will no longer melt with time, or it will condense into jade and be held in the palm of the hand.
The garden of memory is full of flowers that will never fade away and have a fragrance that lasts for years. The word youth has gradually faded away, and those beautiful memories have been gradually blurred by the sand of the years, leaving only some faint lingering fragrance in the mottled memory, which is evocative and nostalgic... Ordinary like me , guarding the incomplete loneliness alone, blowing in the wind on the towering cliffs.
Like an eagle with injured wings, eager to fly. Your figure has always been distant and vague, lingering around my heart, never leaving. How many beautiful scenery, how many flying flowers in dreams, how much love, how many whispers, lingering around me, immersed in the beautiful dream of you, no matter Wish to wake up again.
You seem to be in a mountain stream, with vast green water. Your gentle calls knock away the sadness, leaving the ground covered with light blue. Make a cup of tea and drink it quietly in front of the window.
It seems sweet, it seems bitter, it seems warm, it seems cool, it can’t express the state of mind. The fragrance of tea lingers, dancing in the wind along with the green smoke.
Staring at the silence of the night, leaning against the building with tearful eyes, talking to myself, smiling sweetly, wearing plain clothes like mist, but this is the depth of this deep feeling. The cold clouds and smoke of the autumn night gradually faded away, and the faint moonlight shed mottled light spots through the gaps in the densely shaking leaves.
The swaying shadow of the moon, flickering in and out, points to the sky, and the blue sky is dotted with cold stars. The moonlight wanders among the smart clouds, flickering in and out, changing rapidly, showing infinite reverie and love, which is annoying to this day, shaking with soft light, awakening memories.
8. Idioms describing the camphor tree flowers in spring
Ambient fragrance and sparse shadow àn xiāng shū yǐng Explanation of dark fragrance: the quiet fragrance; sparse shadow: the sparse shadow of the branches.
Originally describing the fragrance and posture of plum blossoms, it was later used as a synonym for plum blossoms. Source: Song Dynasty Lin Bu's poem "Lin Hejing Collection·Volume 2·Mountain Garden Xiaomei": "The sparse shadows are slanting across the water, the water is clear and shallow, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk." The structure is combined.
Usage has a positive connotation. More descriptive of plum blossoms.
Generally used as predicate and attributive. The correct pronunciation is sparse; it cannot be pronounced as "sū".
Distinguish the shape of darkness; cannot write "dark". Synonyms: sparse shadows and dark fragrance. Example: Those who explore plum blossoms, it is best to contact the people in the mountains first and ask for news about the plum blossoms. When the plum blossoms bloom in seven or eight minutes, they can go there and enjoy the fun.
9. Sentences describing the leaves of camphor trees in autumn
A cool breeze blows, and the branches and leaves are swaying, as if to welcome us.
"Wow! Incredible!" My eyes were immediately attracted by a tall camphor tree. Its branches are thick and strong, yet free and unrestrained; its leaves are densely packed, yet not crowded.
The leaves have obvious veins and many branches. Among them, the thickest vein supports the entire weak leaf. Looking from a distance, there are actually a few intoxicating red leaves fluttering in the wind among the green bushes, just like the rubies given by the autumn girl, embellishment of the camphor tree with several attractive colors.
Without paying attention, the camphor leaves were secretly carried into the arms of Mother Earth by the autumn wind. Luo Ye was unwilling to give in, so he rolled playfully on the ground, did somersaults, and played hide-and-seek with Mother Earth. In the end, he had no choice but to obediently hugged Mother Earth's broad arms and fell asleep.
By the way, I heard that the camphor tree is not only evergreen all year round, but also repels insects and prevents moths.