1. The ice has just melted, the grass is like a group of lively and lovely children, from the mother earth's embrace mischievous out of a tender green head, so weak, so small, but they are not afraid of the cold, and face the spring wind to dance with joy.
2. A small grass woke up from a sound sleep, they broke out of the ground, stretching its tender green leaves.
3. Mimosa germinated and grew a seedling. The seedlings are delicate and tender, blown by the wind, swaying, like a little girl just learning to walk.
4. In the summer, artemisia grows without the waist of the adults, grows without the top of my head, the yellow dog goes in, even a shadow can not be seen.
5. The cold wind invited the terrible winter, the body of the grass was shriveled by the cold wind, but its roots are like a worm, deep into the soil.
6. The wind roars and rolls, the rain shoots like a sword, the grass will never bow and stoop to the stormy weather, facing the storm and bending down indefatigably.
7. In the fall, the weeds were gradually yellowed by the wind, and the grass turned into a golden sea.
8. Grass adds vibrancy and a new luster to spring. Whether it is on the barren land, or on the high mountains or in the stone cracks, you can see its bright green figure.
9. The sandy hillock is full of dense thatched grass, it is early fall, the grass is less sharp, began to wither and decline cold yellow, in the wind more soft and weak.
10. In the spring, the grass stood out from the withered, dead mother, tender green, green, short and thin, like a few very short green threads cluster, as if so weak, a breath will blow down.
11. "Whoever says grass is heartfelt, rewards three spring sunshine." People praise the grass, because it is rooted in the earth, adding color to the earth.
12. The fuzzy green grass, with the rolling terrain, reaches up to the sky, like a thick blanket for the earth. 13. The grass is colorful and colorful, a piece of connecting, racing the skillfully woven carpet of flowers, living, natural and harmonious. 14. The grass is also swaying in the breeze, as if singing and dancing with the morning breeze.
15. "The grass on the plains is left to dry up and flourish year after year. Wildfire cannot be eliminated, and the spring breeze blows again." People praise the grass because it has tenacious vitality.
16. The grass weaves a green carpet with its starry green color.
17. The grass quietly green the whole mountain field, to the hometown weaving the clothes of spring.
18. The grass looks monotonous in front of the gorgeous flowers, and weak at the foot of the sky-high trees. However, although the hurricane can uproot the trees, the flowers scraped to pieces, but can not help rooted in the earth of the grass.
19. The tufts of grass topped the ground, quietly poking out the tender green head, the spirit of standing on the ground.
20. Some poor little grass, in the pebbles of the gap in the morning, like a star in the morning, spit out a faint green.
21. When the storm came, many crops, flowers and trees were blown to the ground by the wind and rain, but the grass firmly grasped the soil, holding its head high and holding out its chest, like a fearless warrior.
22. The pile of grass on the cliff that is colored red by the autumn frost is like a mountain of azaleas.
23. The dewdrops on the grass leaves are like jewels on the emerald, glowing with colorful light.
24. The withered grass in the grassy beach looks like a child's yellow hair, softly ambling.
25. In the fall, the grass sheds all its clothes, and offers them to the earth without stinting, so that the earth is more powerful to nourish all things.
26. The windows are covered with creeper vines, which block those arrow-like sunlight with their fat turquoise leaves.
27. The walls were covered with creepers, and their leaves slowly grew bigger and bigger, until the whole house was painted green. 28. The reddish leaves of the creepers were blown away from the grayish-white walls by the autumn wind like a flame, shaking in mid-air and falling to the ground without being extinguished.
29. The grass also swayed in the breeze, as if singing and dancing softly with the morning breeze.
30. The newborn green grass, smiling and limp on the ground, as if it is and low dandelion dandelion small yellow flowers in the love talk.
31. The fuzzy green grass, along with the rolling terrain, reaches to the sky, like a thick blanket to the earth.
32. The dewdrops flashed one by one in the grass, a bright and dim little bit of silver light, as if the stars in the sky, one by one, jumping there.
33. The weeds are growing everywhere, half a man high, the grass is yellow, the wind is rustling.
34. In the autumn of the golden wind, the color of the dragon grass turned golden, and its white seeds were like willow, like rushes, fluttering in the sky.
35. As soon as my fingers touched the little green-leaved grass, the grass shamed itself and folded its leaves together, and drooped its stalk in shame.
36. Mimosa is really like a shy girl, as long as the slightest touch on its leaves, it will close up, the branches also follow the low hanging down, as if not dare to see people.
37. The long watercress fluctuates with the flowing water, like the wind blowing the wheat waves, rippling and undulating.
38. The watercress in the creek, pushed and shaken by the water, leisurely twisted its slender waist Pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear flowers, delicate begonias, pens Yingyi competing in anger. The elegant little white flowers of the starry sky are dotted with stars in the light green branches and leaves. Dianthus pokes its head out of the messy weeds, their pink smile is so pretty! The trumpet flowers raise their big fuchsia horns as if they are playing a nice morning tune. In the field, a reddish purple cloud, like a blazing fire. The lotus in full bloom is holding up its turquoise stem, like a young girl looking into the distance. Some chrysanthemums are in full bloom, revealing goose-yellow stamens; some chrysanthemums are half-open, like a shy little girl, especially the buds of the flower bones, in the green leaves under the backdrop, appearing extraordinarily delicate. The thousands of smiling flowers, as if they are smiling with a clear voice whispered: spring is coming! Spring is here! A cluster of brightly colored flowers, gathered under the leaves, as if countless butterflies, slightly open wings, stopped in the air, stagnant. The wind blew, a shower of flowers down, the mountains and fields like a bed of colorful brocade quilt. Looking at a large colorful cherry blossoms, I really doubt that the nine heavenly fairies to tear the colorful satin scattered to the earth. Spring flowers, its color is not as delicate as roses, and its fragrance is not as rich as peonies, but it is not afraid of the cold, and it is the first one to report the coming of spring to people with its life.