1, Jiangnan because of Xitang and charming, Xitang because of the water and beautiful. Xitang water from the Spring and Autumn, wrapped in the Tang wind and Song rhyme, wearing the Ming and Qing stars and moons, vast through the millennium dust, precipitated in the years in the flow of years exudes a charming elegance.
2, Xitang, built on the streets of the corridor shed like a dragon and the river parallel extension, forming a unique landscape; colorful modern commodities and ancient streets and old alleys in harmony, highlighting the ancient charm of the wind.
3, Xitang boat swinging in the refractory surface of the river, shuttling in all kinds of bridges, boat tourists and pedestrians on the bridge reflect each other, constituting a picture of "the upper and lower shadows connected to the bottom of the moon, the people crossing the water sky" intoxicating picture.
4, into the Shipi Lane, stepped on the narrow deep and mysterious stone road, clogs sound Dong, as through time and space to explore the dust of the long ago. The eight precious cakes, wood pounding pastry, steamed meat in lotus leaf, highlighting the characteristics of food culture. Xitang, a picture of Jiangnan water town ink painting, let a person recall the memory.
5, Xitang has a simple and ancient buildings, white walls, green tiles, tiles on the best still have a layer of plush moss, a full-flavored pavilion built alongside the water, the water is swaying with a dexterous boat.
6, Xitang night is more beautiful, a, a string of red lanterns will be lit, melting red light illuminates the white walls and tiles, but also in the water poured into the bright colors, standing on the top of the stone bridge overlooking the two sides of the street like a dream, as if it was in the flow of Van Gogh's oil paintings.
7, into the Xitang, narrow alley, long corridor shed, red lanterns, and close to the river that a string of wooden boats full of guests, reflecting a picture of ancient simplicity.
8, into the night in Xitang. Both sides of the willow, the remnants of the pond scullery wave ripples, small bridges and flowing homes, the promenade winding, this scene than the book, "Tongcun ancient ferry sinking bridge shadow, the smoke of the promenade ink Jiang lamp" more intoxicating.
9, Xitang night scene, the most beautiful should be the ink color spread along the river red lanterns, quietly for the river for this red neon dress, accompanied by a breeze, swaying the lanterns in the water, but also hazy tourists dream.
10, stepped on the Xitang arch bridge, looking at the road, the river ripples red, wrapped around the stone columns of the promenade, for the ink full of scrolls tied to the memory of the mark.
11, early morning Xitang, is full of vitality. Push open the wooden door, is that "ten thousand hanging down the green silk tapestry", willow side of the swirling green water, the water curved a stone bridge, stationed on the water, has been a thousand years.
12, Xitang in the rain, push open the window, "light makeup and thick smear is always appropriate," Xitang will be reflected in your eyes, such as the silk of the rain covered the ancient town, under the drizzle, a thousand years ago, as if the scene before the eyes, which is like a painting.
13, Xitang bridge, really beautiful, criss-crossed, every step is the bridge and water, water and house constitute a wonderful painting, occasionally the boat paddling through the ripples on the water surface, reflected in the picturesque scenery on the water.
14, winter in Xitang without the green willow, less women's tenderness, it is more like a twilight of the wise, looking at the passers-by scattered a mood, or happy or sad.
15, the night of Xitang more beautiful, the eaves of the red lanterns, in the quiet of the night, embellished with a subtle and elegant warmth. Both the brightness of the lights, but also a curtain of a wonderful dream can not be found.
16, here in Xitang quiet, peaceful, morning is the morning mist, the whole Xitang picturesque; evening, smoke curls, the setting sun under the curtain, as if a Western painting was left behind.
17, walking on the road in Xitang, kicking the stones on the side of the road, quietly looking around the peace, the green water lingering on the white walls, safflower sprinkled in the green tile, meandering back to the river in the early morning and the sunset in the shallow singing.
18, Xitang night, the end of the heavy and quiet, disoriented lanterns, will be the wave swimmer's shadow firmly tethered to the water's edge of the porch columns, benches, as tethered to a weary sailing sail, a cat with a soft heart. Complaints go to the blowjob, crazy to come to the sword, two kinds of soulful flavor.
19, a few deep alleys, like a page of ancient books, tells the vicissitudes of the ancient town of Xitang. One of the most interesting thing about Shipi Lane is that it is a thin and long lane squeezed by the whitewashed walls and tiles, framing a thin and long day.
20, Xitang that small wooden brown boats on the shore, as if a small child sleeping in bed, empty smoky promenade, as a lonely alley, to the quaint Xitang added a beautiful color.
Beautiful sentences describing the early winter _ beautiful sentencesA. There are four seasons in a year, each season has a different scenery, 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 put the pale, the world of the depression has become smoke and rain, can not see the sky dome also can not 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 warmer!
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 at this nature's wonderful pen more than!
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 purified, 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 crows cawing to report 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 caressing.
First, the rain in the fall, bring the earth is a song of harvest, bring children is a song of joy.
Second, the autumn wind blew, blew off the cicada that squeak unceasingly music; autumn wind blew, blew cool air in the sultry heat; autumn wind blew, blew out of the summer that the poisonous sun; autumn wind blew, people pressed the accumulation of a summer of boredom, and finally by this cool autumn wind blew away, we are extraordinarily comfortable.
Third, love you is so inexplicable, is so righteous, I know I will not be the only one in your life, but you are the favorite of my life!
Fourth, the yard, a few unknown trees, seems to go against the law of blooming, full of light red flowers, a cluster, in less green leaves embellished branches without fear of blooming, open so confident, so brilliant and flamboyant, confidently better than the sky color. Autumn flowers is more another pleasant, although there is no spring flowers in full bloom, but in the lonesome of the trees warmed the branches, in the cool season diffuse fragrance.
V. Autumn wind through the Xi cool, drilling into the open window, caressing the cheeks, bringing a few poignant feeling. It is not more than the winter wind of cold and bitter, not more than the summer wind of hot and lazy, not to mention the tenderness of the spring breeze, only with a slight coolness and silence, gently and quietly, penetrate the human heart.
Six, see the falling leaves, I think of the sweat beads of teachers, they use the spring breeze and rain like teaching, let us grow up; see the falling leaves, I thought of, and felt, the fall should not be sad; see the falling leaves, I think of the cleaners, they are silent, in the ordinary position but do not do extraordinary work to see the falling leaves, I think of a lot of many.
Seven, the second half of the night after the fall. The moon went down, the sun is not yet out, only a dark blue sky; in addition to the night tour of things, everything is asleep. The autumn wind carries on in the fall without fail. Rustling, that's the sound of baby leaves saying goodbye to the trees. Winter, winter, winter, an apple falls down with a red face, that is the sound of accompanying the earth. La la la la, the farmers are also singing the song of harvest.
Eight, the wind in the fall, is a painter. Look, he painted the apple red, the apple is very happy, greet people to pick it! He dyed the ginkgo biloba yellow, ginkgo biloba like thousands of small fan, they worked hard fan, fan away the summer heat. The wind in autumn is a traveler. He rode on the highway, passed through the fields, orchards, woods, sent a harvest song, in exchange for a piece of people's joy.
nine, the leaves rustle, in the composition of their own music? This sound has a high and low sound.
Ten, the golden autumn sunshine warm and quiet, the Dong village of the autumn wind and warm and gentle, blue sky and white clouds floating languid.
XI, the autumn rain rustling down, which is it playing. Played a piece of yellow rice paddies, played a red maple tree, played the gold everywhere, played a symbol of maturity and harvest of the autumn colors.
XII, autumn, that is always blue sky, will suddenly turn the face and reveal the sinister color, tropical typhoons with dense clouds and torrential rains, flooding submerged, the recovery of the grasslands and flooded a little pale color. However, the typhoon storm flickers away, and the strong air currents still shake with dazzling waves of light. At this time, only the north of the migratory birds know this warm bed sleep, that flying swans and geese and ducks, like a dark cloud, make here seem more pale.
Thirteen, falling leaves, is lonely, in this fall he fell alone, he is the main theme of autumn, but also symbolizes the ultimate in all things. Maple leaves dyed red, ginkgo drifted down, pity he can not stand in the cold winter, can not be accompanied me to walk through the world of powder. But he is so dashing, without any sadness. He hurriedly came in the fall and hurried away, so busy, without leaving a gap.
XIV, the autumn wind is a kind mother. She blew gently, like using a comb to comb the emerald green hair. Rice along with the wind, delicate prone down, after the wind blew, and pampered like upright. The invisible huge comb, gently combing, so gentle, so kind, let a person feel here mother to the daughter to be married to comb.
XV, autumn rain, there is a box of colorful pigments. Look, it gave the yellow to the ginkgo tree, yellow leaves like a small fan, fan which fan which, fan away the summer heat. It gave the red to the maple tree, red maple leaves like a stamp, floating wow wow, mailed the cool fall. The golden color is given to the fields. Look, the fields are like a golden sea. Orange-red is for fruit trees, orange persimmons you squeeze me, fighting for people to pick it! Chrysanthemum fairy get more colors, purple-red yellowish snow-white beautiful chrysanthemums in the autumn rain frequently nodded.
sixteen, overlapping mountains, can not see a village, can not see a piece of rice paddies, these mountains are like some drunken old man, one by one, sleeping for tens of millions of years, never woke up their dreams, never dared to go deeper into their hearts, that is, that the most adventurous hunters, but also only to the foot of their feet, to chase those who run down from the mountains of the mountain goats, wild boars and birds, never climbed its peak! The hunter, the most adventurous, only goes to their feet, chasing after the goats, wild boars and birds of prey that run from the mountains, and never climbs to its peak.
seventeen, the fall is here, the weather gradually cool. The sky is blue and transparent, with a few white clouds, the leaves on the trees are yellow, and under the breeze, the yellow leaves slowly float down, like a group of birds flying in the wind.
xviii The winds of autumn blow to our hearts.
nineteen, the night rain, the golden wind is fine, leaf leaf sycamore fall. Lying in bed, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, such as a song as wonderful, such as a poem as cozy, as if the clouds and flowing water, but also like a delicate girl whispering. Is this the fall rain? Yes, it is. But it is no longer the sad autumn rain, but full of hope. Just like life, there are sad and happy. This road may be a bleak landscape, but perhaps the next turn of the mouth, will see a completely new scenery: drizzle hazy, smoke and clouds, the trail red thin, green field green all over the green leaves hidden warbler, Zhu curtains across the swallow
20, early in the morning, I came to the park, found that the park trees are not as lush as in the past, the leaves fell to the ground. An autumn wind blew, the ground of the fallen leaves will be dancing in the wind, as if a beautiful butterfly, is dancing. The leaves on the ground, some have withered; some are just falling, but also a hint of green; there are also a few days ago has fallen, was moth-eaten several holes.
XXI, autumn is red, full of enthusiasm, but this enthusiasm is not straightforward, is wrapped in the implicit. The most is the autumn wind piggyback to the sound, the mountain maple leaves all over the red, parking sit love maple forest evening, frost leaves red in February flowers.
Twenty-two, the bleak winds of autumn, the rounds of the sunset is had the same kind of emotion? It's deep and despondent sends a lot of contemplation and incomprehension in the fall, after all, is the autumn wind, sunset sinking a realm. I can only sigh, the natural give by not so experience.
Twenty-three, I envy the sun, he can see your bright smile, I envy the moon, she can watch you sleep peacefully, I envy myself, because I can always miss you.
Twenty-four, relentless autumn rain blowing on the window pane, splashing down all over the raindrops, look out the window by the pond, the blue sky of the lotus scattered all over the place, the red is not a ruthless thing, into the mud of spring is more protective of the flowers, the autumn rain is relentless, the rain hit the clear lotus, the flowers fell on who
Twenty-five, the autumn wind, blew ripe fruits; the wind, blew off the leaves; the wind, blew away the play of the white clouds; the wind blew waking up the soon to be The farmers who are busy. The wind, you touched my heart!
Twenty-six, squat down, pick up a falling leaf, counting the visible texture, I think life is so important, the wind, a burst. How many little leaves to find their mother? This short and meaningful ceremony, not grand, not gorgeous, can be in the autumn wind, how much appears to be depressed, but the end of the past, but also the beginning of the present, the leaves fell, deep into the soil, but also can be turned into sustenance, and we have to go on, a new beginning, but also there will be a new direction of the wind.
XXVII, the autumn wind, like a sharp scythe, from the willow tree tops scraped, half-green and half-yellow leaves, brush down.
Twenty-eight, the autumn wind in the magic wand of colorful colors to the chrysanthemums. Look, some chrysanthemums are purple, some blue, some red ... ... A chrysanthemum flower looks so lovely, like a gift flower bloom, like a doll's curls, like a round pom-pom.
Twenty-nine, some people love spring, it is because she flowers like the sea, willow like smoke; some people love summer, it is because she is full of vitality, green as ink; some people love winter, it is because she is frozen snow, weather. And I have a unique love for the fall, heartfelt praise.
Thirty, the fallen leaves began to hold a dance assembly, they wear bright yellow, dark red, purple sarongs, spinning up, like dozens of butterflies, dancing.
Beautiful sentences describing cherry blossoms_Beautiful SentencesI. And look at the beautiful peach blossoms standing next to the cherry blossoms. They are smiling at me, and from a distance, they look like the golden red sun in the sky, shining. The peach blossom after the rain is really fragrant, so that people will be intoxicated as soon as they smell its fragrance. Good sentence: surplus lotus flowers fall before the wind, pieces of peach blossom after the rain, ah! These peach blossoms, you don't let me, I don't let you, there are clusters of them, there is a single one, it is really a variety of forms, there are no strange ah! Peach blossoms, like apricot blossoms, are light red, and they compete every day!
Second, a breeze flicked up, bringing the fragrance of unknown intoxicating flowers in the distance, but also the branches of the cherry blossoms away from the branches, countless cherry blossom petals dancing in the wind, like a pink veil floating in the wind, one can not help but suspect that they are in a dream
Third, cherry blossoms in the rain, but in the time when we do not realize, serene into a profound remembrance of the days, yes, in the celluloid mountain. The days, when we are the most fortunate time, the heart of the purest desire, loneliness and sadness into a melody, is the cherry blossom feathers.
Fourth, so, the cherry blossom season, should dance, or, sing something.
V. I remember your gentle smile behind the cherry blossom-like fall of poignant beauty.
Six, the cherry blossoms bloomed, the pink petals with the light wind slowly shaking, fragrant with the breeze gently sprinkled throughout the yard, so that people feel refreshed
Seven, I vaguely heard the star of the old cool and pathos of the singing echoed in the high vault of the sky, countless birds gathered and scattered, the cherry blossoms as hurt as the death of the cruelty of the descent.
Eight, cherry blossom petals beautiful and pure, layers of petals like a sandwich bread. In the middle of the petals, the stamen like a sunflower, the wind, graceful. At the edge of the petal is a group of small dots surrounded by a group of small dots, looks rich and pleasant. I can not use words to accurately describe the color of the petals, say it is like emerald, it is so jade carved ice; say it is like precious jade, it is so soft and elastic. Paper-thin petals, as if a gentle pinch, can release sufficient moisture. The stamen of the petals is about an inch long, as if a brilliant sun flower spreading in the wind, seems to show its gracefulness.
Nine, I like to enjoy the first bloom of the cherry blossoms, colorful as a drop, as if out of the water as tender. The most beautiful is the flower bones, more beautiful than the flowers. I like to look at them from afar, so lively, so full, so intoxicating
10, smile is a temperament, temperament from cultivation; smile when a realm, realm rely on honing. The first time we met, we smiled, and the peach blossom still smiled.
xi, cherry blossoms in the breeze of the caress slowly floated down, as if a pink elves rotating in the air, floating down the blue river, grass.
twelve, the deeper the road the more colorful flowers, the road is not half, I have been in the sea of flowers. And converge into this sea of flowers in the cherry blossom trees, some like the summer evening clouds of fire, bright colors, make people dizzy; some like the early autumn morning misty morning fog, vague, illusory. Sometimes like the river washerwoman transparent foam in the wooden basin, crystal color; sometimes more gentle than the breeze blowing up the willow flakes. These flowers in people do not realize when quietly bloomed, revealing a brilliant mischievous smile; then shy and playful, delicate and charming, giving people endless tenderness and temptation
thirteen, someone once told me that the cherry blossom is the most beautiful, not in full bloom when in full swing, but is about to die, that a flower of the petals of the fine withered in the air, one after the other.
Fourteen, in March, the cherry blossoms have quietly opened, opened in full swing, extremely beautiful. Bright green branches and leaves, stained with early morning dew, in the sun's loving light shining. The cherry blossom forest full of trees, through a sweet smell. From a distance, such as clouds like a dazzling haze, from time to time to attract a colorful butterflies circling around the flowers, flowers cover the butterfly butterfly love flowers, two kinds of scenery into one, often fascinated by Yi Yi holding his arm lying on the branches of the tree secretly intoxicated.
XV, touched by the life of the moment, remembered in the life of the wonderful, thanks to the life of the colorful, so that the day will always stay in the most beautiful smile.
XVI, a breeze blew, snow-white petals such as rain like tears, bleak and sad floated down, as if the fairy scattered flowers. Its departure, is the tree's not retained, or the wind's ruthlessness In this way, the tree full of cherry blossoms energetic and spared no effort to open, open, until the summer, it slowly withered.
seventeen, white cherry blossoms dance with the wind, as if falling snowflakes, the air floating in the Far East cherry blossoms unique light fragrance, one can not help but feel a sense of pleasure.
xviii, pieces of fading cherry blossoms is my heart broken watch. 2 my memory of your gentle smile behind the cherry blossom-like fall of the bleak beauty.
xix, sister grinning corner of the mouth hangs a sincere smile, like a red pomegranate; face looks so natural, so comfortable, in the fluorescent light, as if it is a jade lotus blooming in the moonlight.
XX, you are not tired, happy smile, that flash of youthful luster smile, like - a quietly bloomed after the summer rain water lily, with crystal rain drops, shy and elegant nod.
Twenty-one, the cherry blossom petals are not beautiful, grouped together in a crowd, layer after layer, people want to set it apart. It also does not smell, no smell and no taste. The color is mostly pink and white, mild and not showy.
Twenty-two, she laughed, laughed so fast, cheeks showing two shallow dimples, really like a blooming red camellia.
Twenty-three, the smile is a clear spring, to the summer broadcast cool; smile is a kite, in the sky free to soar.
Twenty-four, mountain cherry and Yoshino cherry is not like the peach blossom as white in red, not like the pear blossom as white in green, it is the lotus gray. Yaezakura is plump and reddish, almost like the spring begonias in Beijing. In addition, there are light yellow tulip cherry, low-hanging branches of the weeping cherry, the earliest blooming of the spring equinox of the shore of the cherry blossom, petals more than three hundred pieces of chrysanthemum cherry cover overlapping, competing for color.
Twenty-five, the nose is full of your odor. Obviously sinking suffocation is about to die, I am also lazy out of breath. This is Faye Wong's forgive yourself. I like this kind of intense feelings. The more intense things the more cold. Because there is no way out. Indulgence. Indulgence. Selfishness. Madness. Only by sinking and falling through do you know what you are paying for.
Twenty-six, a pearl-like morning dew glistening on the petals; a pink smiley face looking at people, smiling so brightly. Just a branch, there are dozens of cherry blossoms, and each cherry blossom, and has its own charming posture: there are buds of the flower bones, as a shy little girl; there are only two or three petals of the small flowers, it is really embracing the pipa half cover ah; there are all the big cherry blossoms in bloom, to the people revealed a warm smile. Cherry blossom clusters, a cluster, large and small, crooked and oblique, thick and light, more colorful.
Twenty-seven, a to Japan, every corner can see pink, white cherry trees, every few meters there is a plant. In this cherry blossom season, many places more into a sea of cherry blossoms, when the wind blew, cherry blossoms have scattered, like a flurry of snow.