2. The branches of the kapok tree spread out to the left and right, as if they also wanted to hear the students read aloud. The branches of the kapok tree are so thick that it takes two children holding hands to encircle the trunk, but the kapok tree has small and large dots that are very sharp. Although the yellow leaves on the trunk of the kapok tree have not completely fallen down, but the tender green leaves have already poked their heads out.
3. The kapok tree seems like a shy little girl, shrinking her body in the cold wind, not daring to stretch the buds, fearing that she will leave her mother's embrace. Cottonwood tree branches from time to time to stay on the birds, birds stand in groups on it, squeaking and singing a beautiful song, the grandpa tree is also very welcome to their arrival, but also with them together with the joy of singing.
4. There is a naked cottonwood tree next to my house. It has an upright trunk and branches, and its flowers are red like fire, and its stamens are red like a flame.
5. I like the kapok tree, but I don't like its appearance very much. I like it for the benefit of mankind, kapok can be dried into medicine, anti-inflammatory effect of swelling, but also one of the main materials of the five-flower tea. Kapok fruit white cotton-like fibers, lightweight, buoyant, and resistant to moisture, can be collected as pillows, chair cushions and the filler of the lifesaving圏.
6. After the leaves of the kapok flourish, the kapok is gone. Because the spring to the depths, such as the beauty of the Shaohua, passed away, people sigh. When love is in the depths, can it still be seen?
7. Kapok tree is its scientific name, locally known as it climbed the flower. In early spring, the cottonwood tree has not yet grown new leaves, bare branches swaying in the wind, its branches are full of spiral rows of thorns. When I first saw the kapok tree, compared with the other trees around it, it looks a little depressed, a little old, maybe it's different, it is a little similar to the trees in my hometown, which will ignite my beautiful nostalgia.
8. In the many years after the acquaintance of the cottonwood tree, every year I enjoy the happiness it gives me. Perhaps the cottonwood tree is not as graceful as the willow, but there is a man as rugged and straight; perhaps the cottonwood tree is not as fragrant as the osmanthus tree, but it is as passionate; perhaps the cottonwood tree is not as dark as the overflow of the plum blossom, but it is the same persistence, determination; perhaps the cottonwood tree is not as generous as the banyan tree, but it is the same deep and profound love.
9. Kapok, red very strange, the flowers are so big, like a red horn to the sky.
10. That is open in the tall trees on the kapok, flowers delicate, as if the lush green mountains leisurely spit out hot embers.
11. Roadside the river near the wind blossomed kapok, red colorful tree flame-like flowers, fiery, golden, like a high flag waving in the air.
12. Kapok flowers bloomed, some only bloomed two or three petals, some all open, revealing the tender red stamens. Some kapok like a shy bride, shyly bowed his head; some even hide behind the branches; some are generous to open on the branches.
13. A deciduous tree with an erect central trunk and branches spreading parallel, the kapok has conical spines on its trunk; its leaves are alternate, palmately compound, consisting of roughly five to seven leaflets, and the leaves fall off before the flowers bloom and the flowers fall off before new leaves are drawn; its calyxes cup-shaped, and the corolla bell-shaped, red or orange-red. The fruit is a large capsule, which splits open with soft white hairs holding the black seeds.
14. Cottonwood why called the hero flower, there are many sayings. Some say that it is lonely and angry, do not need a piece of green leaves to support; some say that it can be proud of the wind and cold, in order to declare the defeat of the wind and cold; some say that it does not fall a petal, even if it falls in the mud and dust, but also the whole of the whole, like unyielding heroes shed tears of blood.
15. Known as the hero flower of the kapok, can not be separated from the hero tree. The hero tree is tall and straight, symbolizing the hero's righteousness and noble qualities that do not succumb to evil.
16. In the spring, the kapok tree bloomed a large red kapok, the kapok can be useful, you can praise the herbal tea can also decorate the kapok tree, it is really a big role ah! At this time, the kapok tree grows red hair, like a young man.
17. Spring is here, the kapok tree took off the body of the old clothes, put on the spring girl to give it tender green and red clothes. The morning is very cold, but the kapok tree still extends the tender green arms swaying with the wind, to meet the challenge of spring. The graceful trunk of the kapok tree shows its vitality. We are getting taller and taller every year in our elementary school years, and the cottonwood tree is growing with us.
18. The spring rain is drizzly and fine. The leaves of the cottonwood tree gradually fall out, and the tree bears a small and exquisite flower bones. Some of them are still clinging to each other; some buds look like they are going to open right away, and it took two or three days before it really opened.
19. In summer, the kapok tree dyed its fiery red hair green, like a mature brother. After school, I played with my buddies under the shade of the tree, and we sang and danced with great joy!
20. Summer is here, the kapok tree put on a redder and greener clothes, against the hot sun. At this time, the kapok has been fully open, as if a top of the red small umbrella, for us to cover the hot red sun. Children like to run under the tree to play games as soon as they get out of class.
21. In summer, the kapok tree grows extraordinarily tall and beautiful. Erect branches full of round long tender green leaves, green transparent, green and green, green like a flawless jasper. If there is a heavy rain. The green leaves are rolling with crystal water droplets, as if a transparent pearl.
22. From a distance, the tall and straight kapok tree, competing to open a cluster like a feather-like kapok, the flower like a group of burning fire. Kapok bloomed very red, but not as red as the peony is delicate, it is red, steady, solemn, the sky dyed a red.
23. The big kapok tree protects the seed with soft kapok wadding and lets it go farther away with the wind, in order to grow more kapok trees and to make more kapok trees of this species, which shows that the kapok tree will use its own way to solve the problem of sowing seeds.
24. In winter, the kapok tree's hair fell out all over, just like its aged grandparents. Though it loses all its hair, it still opens its branches like that to block the cold and give warmth to us.
25. Cottonwood flowers are not as red as peonies, it is very charming, it is red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red.
1. Some people may say that cotton is not a flower, it is not a flower, but it is more beautiful than a flower, it does not care about the appearance of beauty, it is the beauty of pure and simple, it is the beauty of lasting.
2, cotton poles grow very thick, cotton peaches are as big as small buns. By the time the cotton peaches "open mouth", the snowball like cotton like white 'snow paved the ground, decorate the place into a silver world.
3, that cotton, from a distance like a star. Close up it looks like a white rose.
4. In the late fall, there was only one cotton field left in the field. Because of the early fall of the frost, the cotton leaves are dyed colorful. From a distance, it looks like a garden, embellishing the earth very beautifully.
5, cotton poles grow very thick, cotton peaches as big as small buns. When the cotton peaches "open mouth" time, snowballs like cotton like white 'snow paved the ground, decorate the place into a silver world.
6, cotton branches full of peach-like cotton peaches, a tree on a dozen, the pressure of the cotton branches bent over. The breeze blew, heavy swinging up and down. It seems to be nodding to people.
7, came to the cotton field, a cotton like branches of saplings. The palm-sized leaves are glistening with an oily green light.
8. In the late fall, there was only one cotton field left in the field. Because of the early fall of the frost, the cotton leaves are dyed colorful. From a distance, it looks like a garden, embellishing the earth very beautifully.
9, the cotton, from a distance like a star. Close up it looks like a white rose.
10, the fall. The cotton field took on a deep purple color. Cotton peaches children grinned in unison, spitting out a mass of soft snow-white cotton flakes, shaking with the wind, like standing there nodding to welcome the harvest people.
11, hard to peel the shell, pulled out the soft cotton, with a hand. Hey, how come there are hard little things inside? And there are several in each petal, some have six, some have eight, and some have nine.
12, far from seeing a large piece of cotton like all wearing a snow-white cotton jacket, each competing to open, fighting for color.
13, the first warm spring, cotton broke out of the ground; hot summer, cotton blossom now flower; autumn winds of the autumn, cotton spit out silk white cotton wool. Cotton through the hot and cold seasons, through the thunder and lightning weather, through floods, locusts and other disasters, growing up in the face of adversity, it is still tenacious struggle, always head up.
14, fried buds spitting cotton field, a white fluffy cotton bloom is flourishing.
15, picking these cotton, only to gently pump, they will be a whole group of the whole group out, like a lively and lovely doll, so I love it!
16, came to the cotton field, a cotton like branches and branches of the sapling. The palm-sized leaves are glistening with oily green light.
17, as far as the eye can see, all the white cotton flowers and strong cotton poles, beautiful!
18, the ground planted a lot of cotton, a cotton plant branches and leaves, each branch of cotton has a trunk support, the trunk and branch out countless twigs, twigs and grow a lot of leaves like duck palms. Between the branches and leaves there are many cotton, some have bloomed, revealing white cotton, some budding, and some just flower bones.
19, although the cotton fiber is very small, but many fibers together, always hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, very united, people use it to make clothes, spun into a line. This is no longer a small root of fine hair, but has a huge power of the unity of the whole!
20, cotton looks like an orange, a petal, a petal, the total **** there are five petals, each petal white flowers of cotton are wrapped in a brown shell.
21, although the cotton is not as daffodil-like pavilion, but it is pure; cotton is not as graceful as begonias, but it is selfless; cotton is not as graceful as peonies, but it is strong; cotton is not as colorful as roses, but it is united.
22, cotton branches full of peach-like cotton peaches, a tree on a dozen, the pressure of the cotton branches bent over. The breeze blew, heavy swinging up and down. It seems to be nodding to people.
23, look! Green green cotton field those ripe cotton from the shell and out, snow white snow white, like a cloud doll in the sky to rest on the cotton branches. And those who did not break the shell of the cotton is like an olive hanging high on the cotton branches.
24, fall. The cotton field showed a deep purple color. Cotton peaches children grinned in unison, spitting out a soft snow-white cotton flakes, shaking with the wind, like standing there nodding to welcome the harvest people.
25, a cotton ball, are colored by the autumn wind as white as snow.
Cotton & wheat
Cotton hysteria:
Cotton in the mouth - to put it mildly
Cotton sunbathing on the lapis lazuli - there is a soft and a hard
Cotton in the fall, the cotton balls are as white as snowflakes.
Autumn kapok - red in old age
Playing cotton on thistles - the more organized the more messy
Feet on the pile of cotton - not down to earth; prancing clouds and fog
Picking cotton through a forest of prickly fences - pulling from the east and pulling from the west; seven hooks and eight tugs
Throwing cotton in a cloud in the middle of the sky - sure to fall through
Mallet playing cotton -
Crossing the river with cotton on one's back - the burden is getting heavier and heavier
Hailstones smashed the cotton trees - all the bachelors
Stuffing cotton in one's ears - pretending to be a sheep
The cotton in one's ears - a sheep in one's ears - is a sheep in one's ears.
Cotton stuffed in the ears - playing deaf and dumb
Two taels of cotton - can't be played
Cotton fished out of a pot of boiling water - a ripe condom
Pick the cotton through the thorn forest - step by step, hang a little
New cotton net quilt wadding - soft tire
Bamboo stuffed with Cotton - empty
Cotton stuffed in a trumpet - it does not blow
Cotton stuffed in a trumpet - it does not blow; it can not be blown
About wheat Heteroglossia:
Buckwheat field to hide bald - did not see you
Buckwheat field to catch the king - ten take nine stable
Buckwheat field to catch the king - -Nine out of ten
Buckwheat kernels - angular
Buckwheat flour rolled cake - does not stick to the board
Wheat planted on the roof of the house- - irritation (ridge)
Spinning spindle inserted into the buckwheat hoard - sharp to the edge
Wind blowing wheat seedlings - side to side
Sorghum sprinkled in the wheat field - - mongrel; see high and low in the fall.
The wind blows and the sorghum is scattered on the wheat field - a mongrel; we'll see how high it is in the fall
Cutting wheat without a scythe - uprooting
Taking a wheat stalk as a mallet - making a big deal out of it
When you see a wheat seedling, call it a leek - not distinguishing between the five grains.
Wheat on the wall - wild seed
Buckwheat noodles pasted in pairs - not sticking to the board
Buckwheat pinched - no bones
Buckwheat hulls paste - do not stick together
Buckwheat hulls paste - do not stick to the board; two do not stick (sticky); do not stick together
Buckwheat hulls in the oil - dead pick; not much oil; not much oil
Buckwheat hulls oil - from nothing
Buckwheat hulls - - prongs without prongs; kernel without kernel
Describe the beautiful sentences of early winter _ beautiful sentencesOne, there are four seasons of the year, and each season has a different view, and I like the magnificent scenery of the winter when it snows the most. In winter, the snow people seem to come to a quiet and elegant realm, to a crystal clear fairy tale world.
Second, in early winter, looking at the orchard with sparse leaves, thinking of fruit farmers full of cellar to be sold fruit, the confusion of the fall suddenly attacked the heart; looking at the green wheat field, thinking of next year's heavy wheat, a harvest scene in front of us, the confusion of the fall suddenly without trace.
Third, close, close, the snowy season is coming, a fog in the morning with the beginning of winter silently shrouded in this has not opened the sleepy eyes of the Jiangnan city, open the window, everywhere is a white piece, not as pure and white as the snow, but more poetic than the snow, it is like a veil, if any, quietly covered in the city's sky, to the quiet of the small city, put on a light, a light, a light, a light, a light, a light, a light, a light. The city has already been quiet, covered with a trace of tranquility, covered with a trace of elusive mystery.
Fourth, in early winter, looking at the orchards with sparse leaves, thinking of farmers full of cellar fruits for sale, the confusion of the fall suddenly attacked the heart.
Fifth, after the snow, the sheer white snow decorating the world, agarwood, powder, white color, really a school of snow in the year of the happy scene.
Six, the moon in early winter, very early in the water color sprinkled on the street, the faint string of the moon halo, only a little bit of hanging in the branches, that the rest of the, no hanging, and eventually fell. Fell to the ground and smashed to pieces, tassel-like to overflow, in the night to flow, making the city is full of the flavor of the moon.
Seven, perhaps, this is the most beautiful fog I have seen in winter! Early winter mornings are always the most beautiful and dazzling! That's a priceless treasure that belongs to me, a treasure that will always belong only to me, and of course I'm willing to enjoy it with everyone ****! No matter how confusing and dark the road ahead is, you have to have faith that you will be able to walk on it! So that you can push through that veil of confusion in your mind. Try to find the most beautiful scenery in your heart! As the early winter morning like this!
Eight, aspen trees upright upward, green leaves in the beginning of yellowing leaves dotted, seems to be just the feeling of early fall. Roadside French sycamore yellow leaves more up, the wind up place, drifting down a few pieces, but also just the meaning of the autumn wind sweeping down the leaves. Street Park in the Longjiao acacia, the head is still on top of the strange green hat, seems to be so spirited; a pomegranate tree, has been full of golden tree, sparse leaves are also dotted with a few red face, open mouth smile pomegranate, as if in the improvement of people's state of mind and happy.
Nine, can not tell whether it is early winter or late fall, December, the sun's gesture of joy, the memory of the cycle of seasons is not so smooth, sunshine is also a kind of happiness, a kind of comfort that will be addicted to the fingertips of the flow of the year entwined with thoughts, and the sunshine entwined with the more and more sleepy. The delicate little dog barking, natural sense of pleasure sublimation, the dead tree is also an old man, tears whimpered his upheaval. Light and shadow fade from the treetops to the water, through the love of sugar paper, light powder filled the sky. Evergreen plant string turn over the years, lonely things, leaning alone in the sky, rustling fall, worry about parting, forgetting about each other, who would like to be a piece of paper love and warmth, holding the other side of the years with the world. Dreaming of a dream, want to look forward to the idea, wind, frost, rain and snow, half a year of cloud dreaming.
Ten, the early winter morning is a beautiful, wonderful morning. Early in the morning, open the door, only to see everything in front of them are covered in a layer of misty veil, even the rising sun also hidden its bright and colorful face, leaving only a circle of red, confused through some red light.
eleven, the wind blew across the face, a little cold feeling but not enough to blow my warm hands into cold hands, people on the road have put on long sleeves and jackets, but can not hide the children's happiness and expectations.
twelve, some people say that early winter is gray, because as soon as this time, the whole city over the sky is always gray, no sunshine, no vitality; also said that it is yellow, there is no spring and summer in the fields of the scenery, only after the harvest left a large area of yellow; there are also said that this is an uncomfortable season, there is no spring energy, no summer heat, and no autumn passion, and even less cold winter to the extent that it is not a season. There are also people who say that this is an uncomfortable season, without the vigor of spring, without the fire of summer, without the passion of autumn, and without the cold of winter. But who can think of, this is a transitional season, its mission is to let people from the nostalgia of the warmth of the gradual adaptation to the process, which is like a person from the comfort of the process of slowly moving towards the ordeal, which brings people to the prelude to the advent of winter.
XIII, early winter, cycling or walking on the way to work, Fengming Square charming dance, light melody, everywhere reveals a healthy smile.
XIV, early winter, the morning of Xijian Yangchun is beautiful. The distant mountains and near villages are covered with a layer of thick smoke. After the sun, the ground frozen overnight frost, began to dissolve, bubbling hot. On the stalks of grain, on the haystacks, the heat rose slowly, while the smoke from the cooking fires was like a thin veil wrapped around the tops of the trees. The earth was bright, and a double set of carriages greeted the avenue and galloped into the village.
XV, early winter is not the winter of the vegetation, only cold and dry wind blowing, and do not see the sunshine of the cloudy days, but it is beautiful, people began to dress up with beautiful warm winter clothes at the same time, but also beautify the early winter season. This season is not too cold, only in the morning the temperature is slightly lower, but the cold is quite spiritual, fresh air inhaled into the lungs, cool, cool, such as ice water refreshing lungs, because it is not yet in the winter's sake, flowers, plants and trees are still present in the late fall of the scene, not at all the feeling of winter to the people of the ragged and withering, the ground of the grass is still quite a spirit of a point of green, in this green, there are a few not afraid of the cold! The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
sixteen, the first rain of early winter, last night, without realizing it fell. It has not stopped until now. The silk of the rain makes people feel the coldness of winter. The rain puts the pale, the world of the depression has become smoky, can't see the sky dome also can't see the earth. Only so yellow leaves floating in those smoky rain.
seventeen, the sky gray, covering my vision. The distant pylons, rolling hills, vaguely see a few points of light, like fluorescent bugs like a flash. The skyscrapers, all in a hazy fog. Nothing could be seen clearly. The earth is immersed in the cold early winter, even the cars on the street can not be seen, blurred.
18, early winter morning is full of vigor. That Xi's north wind blowing the branches of the trees! It seems to welcome the arrival of winter! Perhaps, I have a love for winter! The wind has become warm!
nineteen, the morning of early winter, a white fog, from a thin point of view, the fog has been frost. After the autumn wind after pruning the willow withered poplar, suddenly became powdered, elegant and lovely. The lake is vast, bubbling with white gas. The frosty sky sets off the nearby mountains more and more bright and quiet. Pathside grass, top layer of soft thick new frost, become so white and mysterious. The thousands of branches in front of me, was dry and hard as iron, no poetry, but overnight face new fresh, ting ting charming, quiet as a virgin. The thick and even frost powder, reminding me of Lin Daiyu's innocence I marveled more than for this nature's wonderful pen!
XX, winter, the last of the four seasons of the year, the most omen next year's season of light.
XXI, the pine of the fragrance, the snow of the ice incense, give people a kind of cool comfort. Everything is filtered, everything is sublimated, even my mind is also in the purification, become pure and beautiful.
Twenty-two, day after day, October finally passed, it is a continuous gray and gloomy days, the wind stopped, only to re-introduce a more dark dense clouds fluttering wind has been rolled away under the gray sky leaves, naked countryside, only deep and long silence, which silence swept over the crow's cawing, reported a bitterly cold winter.
Twenty-three, the snow in the scenery is magnificent, the sky and the earth is a color, can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver to become.
Twenty-four, early winter fog, in the blue sky, how holy ah! Look at the distant mountains on the high ground, completely hidden in the fog, the fog also wrapped around the mountain, like a delicate jade belt, gently don't in the mountains, but also to the mountains wrote on the majestic, solemn a few strokes, as if the mountains more than the warp to the quiet, the woods in the mountains quiet, the grass in the mountains is quiet, the mountains in the gurgling water is also quiet, the mountains is so silent, as if everything in the mountains are holding their breath and enjoying the morning fog! The pair of invisible hands gently stroked.