She brought gifts to the flowers, plants and trees on the earth: she took off the yellowish attire of the grass and replaced it with a brightly colored coat; she gave the willow tree tender green branches .......
Cinderella used her magic to call the swallows back from the far south. Swallows were fascinated by this beautiful scenery, can not help but chirp, adding a lot of vitality to the spring.
Under the willow tree by the river is a clump of colorful flowers. There are red, yellow, blue, white, purple ....... These flowers are not only beautiful, but also very fragrant. They attracted bees from miles away to collect honey. The bees are buzzing as if praising the flowers. This is really the birds and flowers ah!
The spring girl stood beside, see this beautiful scenery, cozy smile.
Hey, spring is so beautiful!
The pond in our house is full of lotus.
The pond is full of emerald green lotus leaves, one next to the other, one squeezing the other, and a few lotus flowers emerge from the turquoise leaves. The lotus flowers are very beautiful! The pink lotus has a dozen petals, petals are white and red. In the middle of the petals there is a rosette, the small rosette also put on a small group of yellow grass it! The beautiful lotus leaves up the clean face, petals holding a drop of crystal water droplets, like a shiny pearl.
The lotus is like a fairy, standing upright in the clear water, when the breeze blows gently, it swings that soft body, dancing a charming dance.
Spring rain is yellow, because spring rain falls on the spring flowers, spring flowers yellow. Spring rain is white, because spring rain falls on pear flowers, pear flowers white. The spring rain is red, because the spring rain falls on the begonias, and the begonias are red. The spring rain is purple, because the spring rain falls on the purple magnolia flower, and the purple magnolia flower is purple. Spring rain is colorful, because spring rain falls on the street, the street is full of colorful umbrella flowers.
In the morning, the sun, like a new bride who has just gone out, shyly showed half its face.
The sun set, and its parting glare jetted out from the treetops, coloring the white clouds in blood and the green hills in blood.
The sun slowly peeked through the clouds, revealing a face that had long since swollen red, like a shy little girl looking at the earth.
The brilliant sunlight passed through the gaps between the leaves, through the early fog, and sprinkled the campus with rays of sunshine.
The sun was lower, blood red, and a dazzling expanse of light on the water stretched from the edge of the ocean right up to the edge of the boat.
The sky was dyed blood-red by the setting sun, and peach-colored clouds reflected on the running water, and the whole river turned purple, and the sky seemed to be ablaze with fire.
Spring, the sun is warm, it stretches out the warm hand, rubbing people all over the body comfort.
A gust of spring wind, blowing away the clouds, the sun is happy to reveal a smiling face, the warmth and light sprinkled all over the lake.
The hot sun hung high in the sky, and the red light shot like a rocket to the ground, which caught fire, reflecting the flames of the oil as it boiled and fried.
No one dared to look up at the sun, but felt that everywhere was dazzling, in the air, on the roof, on the ground, all was a white bright piece of white with a little red, from top to bottom of the whole like a very big mirror of fire, each is the focus of the mirror of fire, as if everything is about to burst into flames.
Late fall, the sun hangs lazily in the sky, like an old man showing his smiling face dozing off.
The sun in late fall is covered with a reddish-orange lampshade, radiating a soft light that warms the body and face.
As soon as the sun arrives in the fall, it spreads its rays all over the earth. The fields are golden, the grounds are golden, and the mountains are golden.
The sun in winter is as pale as the moon.
The sun was being entangled in thin clouds, letting out a pale dazzling white light.
The sun works all year long, and when it is busy in winter, it is so exhausted that it can hardly put out any heat.
The warmth of the sunlight, through the dense foliage sprinkled down into a little golden spots of light.
The lofty mountains in the distance, in the sunshine, put on a golden yellow coat, looks particularly beautiful.
The sunlight was filtered by the layers of leaves, leaking into his body into a faint round gently swaying halo.
It was eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the bright sunlight coated the leaves with ring after ring of golden and silver halos.
The sun shone through the pale clouds, reflecting off the white earth with a silvery glow that dazzled the eyes.
Golden sunlight poured down into the blue waves, making the monotonous and calm sea become somewhat colorful.
When the red sunlight was on the tips of the mountains, the fog pulled away like a curtain and the city gradually appeared in the golden sunlight.
The sunlight that pierced through the cloud patches was like a golden thread that crisscrossed the light gray and blue-gray clouds, stitching them into a pattern of unparalleled beauty.
The sun had just risen over the mountains, hidden by a bright red haze, and the sunlight shone down through the cracks in the clouds like countless dragons spewing golden waterfalls.
The golden sunlight poured through the cracks and onto the grass that the brown land nourished.
The sky was a clear blue, and brilliant sunlight was streaming down through the gaps in the dense pine needles, forming thick and thin columns of light that illuminated the shade of the forest, which was billowing with a light, gauzy mist.
The sun's fiery red smile lifted the veil from the hazy campus.
A fuchsia glow appeared in the sky, like a blooming red rose.
The sun, which has just risen, is full of vigor and red light, illuminating the whole world.
The fiery red rising sun has just penetrated the sea level, smearing the beautiful and tranquil sea with a layer of rose color.
The sunrise shot its rays onto the lake, and the breeze started to rise, the fine waves jumped, stirring up the lake full of broken gold.
Suddenly, a round of red sun, sprinkled with a road of golden light, like a golden whip, to drive away the flying clouds and fog.
The sea jumped out of a round of red sun, bright and colorful, the sea and air suddenly sprinkled with golden glory, the sea from ink blue to blue.
Golden sunrise, gradually dyed red the eastern sky, the main peak of the high Huangshan Mountain was brilliant cloud haze dyed a scarlet.
The sun, greeted by the morning sun, revealed its red face, and all of a sudden, ten thousand golden rays of light through the treetops colored the water with a layer of carmine red.
The sunrise began to rise into the air like a flat round lantern, and in a flash, it formed a round wheel of fire, rising high above the ground, ejecting ten thousand golden beams, covering everything with a layer of brilliant haze.
The morning sun, like an oxcart's wheel so big, like molten iron as red, with a spurt of light, sitting on the ridge in the east, with a hand to lift the light veil like mist.
The hot sun tanned his dark spine so that it seemed to bubble with oil.
The sky was clear, not a cloud in the sky, and the sun baked the face.
The hot sunshine red sorghum, steamed yellow maple leaves, scorched the side of the mountain highway.
The summer sun is really like hot chili water, frankly the street, there is no piece of shade. The majestic mountain peaks were gilded by the blazing summer sun, making them even more precipitous and spectacular!
The two pillars of light from the blazing sun crossed the room like two transparent golden ribbons, with stars of dust glittering within.
The tall poplars on either side of the room, their branches and leaves were gilded a golden red by the setting sun.
The snow stopped, and the setting sun pushed the clouds gently away, spitting out a faint pink color.
The afterglow of the setting sun poured through the haze of clouds and spilled over the center of the river, creating a line of shimmering gold spots.
The branches of the trees along the roadside cut into the setting sun, showering the gold-stained ground with a steady stream of crumbs of light.
Half of the setting sun's face had already disappeared into the horizon, and dusk drifted in with a cool breeze.
The remnants of the sun slanted over the western mountains, and everything on the ground was shrouded in a blur of rose color.
The red sunset light dyed the river water into a magnificent golden wave, in the water and the sky meet the sea shaking like broken gold, drifting a few return boat.
This time, the setting sun has been articulated on the top of the mountain, the western half of the sky, like a big ball of fire, burning a blood-red evening sun.
The brilliantly beautiful shadow of the setting sun was cast on the surface of the river, which was wrinkled by the evening wind, scattering a large, shining, bright rose-red fine scales.
The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the white clouds wandering in the blue sky red, and also put a bright lace on them, which were transformed into a rose evening sunshine in a while.
The sun pecked through the eggshell of the night and peeked out, shyly looking at the earth.
At this time, far ahead, above the countless layers of mountains, in the misty clouds, suddenly appeared a red mist.
Soon, a red ball that is from the ocean Ran out, that water and sky connected to the place suddenly became a sea of fire.
The sun finally poked out half of its head, so big and red, and then, like being pushed by someone, jumped out and turned into a pure gold color.
The sun jumped violently and popped out of the sea, and all of a sudden, the vast and boundless sky and sea were all at once covered with dazzling golden light.
The sky gradually brightened, a round of red sunrise, from behind the east mountain dragged the ground jumped the mountain, suddenly, the sky and the earth, the sun and water overflowing with color.
Everything on the earth are hot gold like, in the original various colors of the surface layer, thickly stained with a touch of orange and yellow, and reflect the road dazzling light.
Gradually, the east of the fog first some slight red, in, this red more and more thick, then suddenly cut a line of bright red, that bright red suddenly jumped out of a red wheel of light.
The delicate sunrise, has jumped out from the east behind the mountains, ten thousand times red haze overflowing, and the valley slowly rising morning mist blend, changing the colorful halo.
The stars had faded, and the eastern sky was beginning to whiten, a time when the sky changes rapidly, gradually whitening to a blinding whiteness, and then beginning to radiate red streaks, one by one, from the horizon.
The sun leapt out of the gray sea, a small half-wheel of fuchsia flame, and at once lit up the dull sky, behind a vivid haze that looked like it held up a satin of infinite blue.
Only the turquoise sky lined with pale blue, a moment later, the pale blue turned into orange and yellow, edged with scarlet, this red light more and more, from the air straight to the sea, first a little, then a piece of it, flying to the four sides of the spread.
The red sun was dropping in the west, and the sea was rippling with layers of gold. The sun had already set out, leaving only a faint blush of color in the western sky.
The winding pathway was hidden at the end of the bamboo forest. Close to a strain of upright green bamboo, but not the joy of the first time I saw. Since I was a child, I have seen many narratives about bamboo in books, and the bamboo forests in the books seem to be living in the hidden saints, in a piece of bamboo in the elegant elegance. In the worship of these people, stubbornly believe that only in that piece of bamboo forest, to cultivate these people set landscape aura in the body, to wash away the world of pomp and circumstance.
The love of bamboo in a little bit of rooted, every article about bamboo fondly, but because of being in the north of the Yangtze River, the end of no chance to see, so obsessed with those articles over and over and over again, fantasizing about wandering in the waves of the bamboo sea.
Seeing the bamboo with my own eyes, I realized that there is no such thing as an ethereal aura, which stands as a piece of sadness that I don't know why it survives; the shiny green on the stem has also become dull.
Walking blindly, under the feet of the clean concrete road, the book recorded on the fluffy leaves, the soft touch, that moving intoxication, can only appear in the beauty of the obsessive fantasy.
Behind me, my friend pulled me, I stopped in silence, followed his finger, saw a plant with the memory of the image is completely inconsistent with the green bamboo, soft stem bent, such as by the age of the hunchback bent; surface attached to the faint traces of green, thick branches and leaves, the growth of the messy.
I lightly looked at my friend's eyes of surprise, just like a stone pressured by the suffocation, a moment of relief, the heart can not help but breathe a sigh of relief. I don't know why, to this plant in the bamboo forest "foreign matter" is full of joy, it also does not have that kind of aura, but it has more self, more stubbornness we don't know, which reminds me of the lotus flower.
Last year in a friend's home to play, inadvertently found a waste of flower pots, in the crystal-like transparent growth of a lotus flower. It does not belong to that elegant and secluded flowers in the gentleman, its petals are bright red, F such as rose-like delicate, is the refusal of lonely red. The charm of the lotus, in a branch and a leaf in the disappearance, but it is still beautiful, beautiful to the heart.
The green bamboo leaves, through the dappled daylight, in a little bit of memory back to the eyes.
Quietly, looking at the indulgent branches and leaves
Time is swallowing up the sunset, the ghostly fragrance of bamboo, filling the cool forest.
Retracting the condensed line of sight, birds circling in the forest, beautiful time, always too short, but the green bamboo, but carved in the heart.
The red lotus flower, the light green bamboo branches, exudes a piece of freedom, but I? After a spring rain, the bamboo forest sucked the nourishing nectar, breeding a lot of "fat doll", they explored the yellow flowers of the little head, to the earth to show their exuberant vitality.
Spring girl quietly came, warm sunshine from the bamboo forest leaves branches and poles sprinkled with thousands of strands of gold, for the bamboo forest added vitality.
The mountain is full of bamboo, every spring, bamboo buds, the breeze blew, issued a "rustle" sound, far away, as if the undulating waves of the sea.
The bamboo is tall and straight, standing on the ground, whether it is cold, or hot, it is always green, symbolizing the integrity of the mountain people, simple character and positive, hard-working spirit.
Far away, the bamboo forest green like a flawless emerald; close up, the bamboo forest is like a green barrier.
Bamboo, you are so green, green as if to flow; you are so lush, dense branches and leaves do not penetrate into the wind; you are so upright, trees pointing to the sky.
The sun came out, the green gaps in the bamboo forest into a golden light, the breeze blew, the bamboo leaves gently swinging, rustling sound, like in the nod to me smile.
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In the hill at my back door, there is a large green bamboo. In summer, the bamboo shade, a breeze blew, issued a "rustle" sound, as if a kind old man issued a cheerful laughter. Bamboo in the forest of a tall and straight bamboo, straight into the sky; there are just out of the world soon, standing; there are as slender as a needle, another kind of elegance.
Morning, the milky white fog covered the earth. Bamboo forest also seems to be immersed in the fog, green bamboo leaves covered with dewdrops, as long as the gentle shake of the bamboo, dewdrops will be "clattering" down, fell all over us wet. After a while, the fog dispersed, the sun like a sword through the bamboo tops, shining into the bamboo forest. The bamboo forest is lively, birds from this bamboo to that bamboo, bamboo from sleep, in the sunshine show their beautiful "hair".
After the Qingming Festival, a crack appeared on the ground, these cracks do not know when gradually expanded, so a bamboo shoots like a small steeple, and are wearing a top with a yellow spikes of the small cap, they are the offspring of bamboo - shoots. The shoots, in the warm embrace of spring, grow upward rapidly, and I heard my father say that on a rainy evening, the shoots can grow more than two feet tall!
Jinggang Mountain five hundred miles of forest sea, the most unforgettable is the bamboo. From a distance, the lush, overlapping, and can not see the end. To the close look, some of the repair straight upright, as if the hilltop sentry; some densely packed, as if ambushed in the deep depression in the soldiers; some bamboo shoots, not long after the birth of the world, but also standing, a different kind of charm.
Here, the verdant and dense moso bamboo is all over the mountain, mountain after mountain, bamboo after bamboo, boundless. With the ups and downs of the mountains, just like the green sea of blue waves, no wonder people have long described it as a "sea of bamboo". "People do not see the temple in the mountains, deep in the bamboo, visitors can not see, Gangcui plucked empty." Song Dynasty monk Yunan Zen master of Yixing bamboo description, how apt! Bamboo is a treasure, thick bamboo poles, is the construction, handicrafts, musical instruments, a variety of appliances and living utensils of the material. Bamboo yellow and bamboo shells can also be papermaking, bamboo shoots taste delicious, is a delicacy in the vegetable ......
Bamboo forest, a pavilion of bamboo, covering the sun, the air is very fresh. People into the bamboo forest as if to the "cool world". Array of "Dingdong" sound of the stream, accompanied by the wind blowing bamboo leaves "rustle" sound, played a wonderful and beautiful song. Every morning, when the light of dawn into the bamboo forest, the forest looks particularly beautiful: the brook splashed clusters of water, in the sunshine crystal bright; gusts of mist, like wearing a light veil of fairies walking through the forest. Hill woke up, yawned a few, a cool wind from the depths of the shade blew; dewdrops woke up, in the grass blades blinking bright crystal eyes; birds have just woken up, jumping and scrambling to sing the first song of the dawn ......
Side of the creek, the clumps of tail bamboo, like a green brush, painted the sky with a blue tile blue, stained the water with a greenish blue. The water is dyed turquoise and green; the courtyard house side, that chu chu moving, body tear stains spotted bamboo, knot a piece of shade, reflecting the seat of the bamboo house; paths, a cluster of bamboo, slender bamboo branches, dancing bamboo tip, like a mother's kind hand, the green seedlings in the arms; hillside, green and blue jade bamboo, to the deserted mountains broadcast out of the spring. It can be said that the line in the hometown, bright in front of the bamboo, flash in the side of the bamboo, bamboo township people, generations and bamboo living together.
Spring, goose-yellow new shoots from the soil, like a chicken just out of the shell as beautiful, after three or four weeks gradually turned into a branch of dark green shoots, and then turned into tender green new branches. The three or four branches of the old bamboo around the new bamboo, like protecting their own sons and daughters.