The town was unusually peaceful in the spring sunshine. The narrow, uneven road stretched between rows of houses. Almost every house is surrounded by a flower garden where snowdrops and crocuses are in bud.
A meter of sunlight warmly sprinkled I gently picked the most beautiful flowers for you in the nearby flower garden do not have to know what kind of flowers this is, only know that I picked that meter of gentle sunlight from the nearby flower garden for you to let you pillow live a period of early spring attachment but anti-thinning reduced the spring of the spring of the spring is still there, people have been the end of the world.
The garden is surrounded by mountains and flower gardens, and the fountains are surrounded by water, and the water goes like a waterfall, and the corridors and columns of the waterfalls and the courtyards are dappled with fluorescent light, and the stairs, when the thousands of people walk, are endless, like a river, and now I am walking with my feet, and I am walking with a bunch of scarlet cloaks, as I used to be, and now even the shadows have been discarded, and the only thing that is left is that there is a mountain and river and the water, and there is a moonlit sky and flowers, and the old cloud-circling white towers are embedded in the riverbanks, and I am going to go there when I cross the river. The shape of the chrysanthemums is different. Some are curled up at the end, some are straight up, and some are shaped in a way that I can't quite put my finger on. Early in the morning, these chrysanthemums are accompanied by fresh air, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Some petals are hanging down one by one, some are curled inward like the talons of an eagle; some are slightly drooping, like a golden waterfall pouring down, very beautiful. I love the beauty of chrysanthemums, but what I like most is their tenacious spirit.
Early in the morning, when people get up, the summer wind gently blows the fragrance from the flowers in the flower garden, and sends it silently to us sleepy people, which is really fragrant and inviting, and refreshing!
The chrysanthemum's character has been intermingled with Tao Yuanming's personality, just as Ming Yu Dayou's "Autumn Mountain Journey" said: "One from Tao Ling Pingzhang, a thousand years of high winds said to this day. Therefore, the chrysanthemum has the elegant name of Tao Ju, which symbolizes Tao Yuanming's proud spirit of not bending over for the sake of five buckets of rice. Dongli has become a synonym for chrysanthemum garden. In the past, Tao Yuanming planted chrysanthemums in Dongliu County, and then the county was also known as chrysanthemum. The Flower Mirror. Chrysanthemum" Tao Yuanming and Tao Chrysanthemum has become a beautiful image printed in people's hearts.
There is no need to say that red apples, green watermelon, golden bananas; and do not have to say that the clear brook, green grass, colorful flowers, alone in the small flower garden there is an infinitely beautiful scene.
In the autumn color pleasant October, it is the best time for people to enjoy chrysanthemum! You see the park's chrysanthemum beds attracted a lot of tourists to appreciate: some take a cell phone or camera to take pictures; some bend down low and chrysanthemum close contact; there are carrying a video camera running around the camera is ah, those white chrysanthemums, yellow chrysanthemums, red chrysanthemums, orange chrysanthemums, blue chrysanthemums, purple chrysanthemums, green chrysanthemums and ink chrysanthemums, colorful, how can not be memorable it?
Thinking of each of the people in my life to leave traces of course, there are a lot of people who can not remember the name to have appeared in my life they may be a clear lake in the sunlight flooded with scaly waves I do not know the depth of a foot step in the air, so fell into it, but I can not swim they may be a full of roses in a flower garden with dewdrops hanging dainty, I can not help but be attracted to the thorns of the flesh so that the thorns of the flesh can be sore, I do not have armor. I don't have armor to this day I don't have pain sadness I think it may really be doomed doomed they are just passers-by just along the way or good or bad scenery
That is the passing of a long time and make a person's memory of the time: century era of the first spring, civilization of the beautiful continent of Europe and the fascist artillery barbarism is savagely crazy destruction of the green fields of the earth. Ancient castles towering churches ornate theaters solemn museums in the rubble, sculpture frescoes flower gardens fountains in the collapse of the burning, the old man and children cats and pigeons in the tragic charcoal, filled with smoke and poisonous fog stained the blue sky ...... source: footsteps across the world of the vagabond
May sky colorful, the moon always cared for the country, and the moon is the most important thing in the world. The clear wind and bright moon always care for the motherland over the sky, laborers in tree-planting activities to listen to the sound of saplings sprouting; gardeners in the flower garden to listen to the sound of flowers blooming, before dawn to listen to the beautiful rustle when sweeping the streets; in Tiananmen Square to see the valiant soldiers of the national flag class.
The new breed of girls is like an unrecognizable spring flower that suddenly grows on the flower beds of the Dunhua South Road circle, which has no name, is oddly colored, but blooms in the winds of the times. The boys, on the other hand, are the freshly trimmed roadside trees on Zhongxiao East Road, sprouting irregular branches again, gently rebelling against the scissors. Author: Lin Qingxuan Source: Twilight Bodhi
My head was getting heavier and heavier, my body was getting colder and colder. After all, it had gone, never to return. Her eyes closed tightly, her cold hands dropping stiffly. Those violet eyes would no longer shine, those peach-colored thin lips would no longer open lightly. From now on, she would be transformed into a single ethereal light smoke, melting into the mortal dust. "Xiao Qing!" Han Zhengxi tightly embraced Han Mucheng, tearing his heart and lungs, crying, the sad voice resounded the clouds, echoing in the lavender flower garden, never dissipate.
I seem to see myself in the sunshine for many years, there are a pair of children who love to laugh and very beautiful boy called time girl called years and he is in the flower garden to repair and cut and occasionally turned his head to look at me and then smiled at me shallowly like the feeling of being in love, I also did not have the arrogance of the first time to look at the sunshine and enjoy the sound of laughter and peace
The new warrior, Zhao Ziwen, from the mountains to the mountain cherries, wild roses, warriors and picked up the cherry, and then the cherry, the cherry, the cherry, the cherry, the cherry, the cherry, the cherry, the cherry, the cherry, and the cherry.
As soon as I walked into the campus in the morning, a fresh scent came to my face, and the flower leaves in the flower garden just moisturized by the night rain were so fresh and beautiful, as if exuding a tantalizing aroma.
I saw a large flower garden dozens of feet away from the main road, a village woman wearing a green cloth shirt bent over to organize the flowers and plants. In addition to a pair of eyes, her appearance is mediocre, yellow skin, face with vegetable color, seems to have not eaten enough food all year round, hair is also yellow and thin, shoulders such as cutting, thin body, obviously poor village poor girl, since young, less nourishment, her appearance seems to have been sixteen or seventeen years old, the body shape is like a fourteen or fifteen years old *** .
Shangyang Palace to attract the Luo water tributary, through the palace, the flower garden is full of delicate and expensive flowers, it is said that throughout the year this flower garden will not break the color, even if it is a number of nine winter will be cut for the lotus, not to mention that it is now at the height of summer. Shangyang Palace in the creation of sixteen courtyards in a man-made sea, the sea there are fairy mountains more than 100 feet above the water, jagged rockery, breathtaking. In the corridor on the top of the fan wheel rotation, the artificial sea in the sea water sent to the top of the corridor, into the corridor corridor ridge, corridor ridge next to the hole, the water flow along the corridor eaves straight down, the formation of fine ticking artificial water curtains in the sunshine under the bright crystal. Walking in the corridor, listening to the sound of falling water, smell the refreshing fragrance of flowers, feet on the smooth and slightly cool jade slabs, through the curtains of water looking out of the corridor of the Shangyang Palace scenery, it is really a place of elegance to avoid the summer heat. Author: XuanShi Source: Mute House Ⅳ
Life's flower garden, not necessarily have to have a garden full of roses, will be colorful, everywhere fragrant. You have to know that there is no such thing as an absolutely good or bad person in this world, and the person who is right for you is the one you want. If you really want to get married, tug on the arm of someone who really loves you. The person who really loves you is like this: angry you cry, but will also coax you to laugh; with you to grab, but the ultimate will leave you good things.
Grass is ordinary, roadside, lawn, flower garden, field everywhere. Tender green blades, short body, swaying happily in the wind, but no one will care about their existence.
In the flower garden, the pink moonflower blossomed in the spring breeze, like a shy girl pavilion, a gorgeous and colorful. Tender green grass broke through the soil, naughty swinging small head, greedily sucking the precious as oil spring rain. Many translucent raindrops rolled on the green grass. White pink butterflies fluttered and danced, sometimes stopping on a flower petal, sometimes fluttering their wings and flying.
The warriors picked colorful shells and built beds of all kinds of flowers.
Defense:Every person in the country is a smoker! Defendant: Then the whole school has . The first is the one who smokes. Defender:Cigarettes are poisonous, right? Defendant:That's why a small amount of smoke can disinfect and sterilize. Defendant:Your cigarette almost burned down the flower garden under the school gate! Defendant:No way, the relative humidity that day was above %, the burnt out cigarette butt would have gone out in . seconds would have gone out. It takes a cigarette butt parabolic to hit the ground in . . seconds, it would have gone out long ago, and the flower garden would never have burned. Points out the defendant with the best science grades in the world. By Gemini Starlow From: 1st Defender
The large, scalloped cloudburst went from a pile of white cotton balls to a golden pineapple now. Then there appeared a touch of rosy red, a touch of dark purple, like a distant flower garden, and snowy greens, gray-blacks, browns, and yellows, intermixed here and there. The whole of the sky and the sea also with this cloud color and gradually darken, steeply bright, the setting sun finally fell from the embrace of the clouds to the sea, as if spitting out a large duck egg yolk, from orange, orange-red, become bright red, from a large circle into a fan circle, and finally engulfed by the raging tide of the sea.
The old man who manages the flower garden, sprinkled with sweat goes silently towards the sky.
In winter, the river is silent. The snowflakes come down, lighter than a cat's footsteps, but very poetic. The river no longer sing those songs, just keep repeating dingdong, dingdong flower garden in the plum against the wind and snow, drifting out a burst of flower fragrance. All is quiet, only the north wind blowing hard, only the snowflakes drifting hard, only the river flowing hard. How quiet everything is! Ah! Little River, hometown forever landscape!
March, is the most beautiful season of our school. The warm spring wind sends intoxicating flowers, tender sneaky weave into a green carpet, birds sing the sound of spring, willow dancing waist, pink peach blossoms bloom all over the branches of the whole campus in spring. Our campus is like a big beautiful garden. There are flower beds with hundreds of flowers blooming, a small soccer field with green grass, a fountain with beads like jade, and beautifully trimmed trees.
When the spring breeze blew strongly, hidden in the flower garden in the flowers finally quietly bloomed smile! Ivory-colored stamens spit out the fragrance, exuding a light fruit-like sweetness. She leaves thin plant short, no great body, but fluffy, silently from the bottom of the heart out of a wisp of refreshing dark fragrance, her body contains the poetry of spring, filled with the breath of spring, its bloom, its fragrance. Let us immerse ourselves in the joy of spring
○Three delicacies of wind versus elegance, elephant versus lines, boa constrictor versus long auger. The sky and the earth, the cricket and the cuttlebone. The dragon is born, the tiger roars, the northern school to the eastern rubber. To build a platform, you must build a base; to build a house, you must kill the weeds. Pan Yue does not forget the autumn Xing Fu, Bian Shao often by the day sleep ridicule, raising the masses of people, has seen the country Long rule; nourish all things, know that heaven and earth Taijiao. The wind is against the venomous, the mirage against the scaly, the forest against the magpie's nest. The sound of the wind and the color of the moon, the ears of wheat and the buds of mulberry. The sound of the wind and the color of the moon, the ears of wheat and the buds of mulberry. The five voices are heard by the ear, and all thoughts are in the heart. Ge was conquered by Tang because of his hatred and pay, and Chu, Cao and Qi were responsible for Baomao. If you are high up in the sky, it is a saint's way; if you are light as water, it is a gentleman's way of communicating with God. The cow to the horse, the dog to the cat, the wine to the delicacies. Peach to willow, bamboo to pine, quinoa to old man, woodcutter, north field to east suburb. The white pony is bright, the yellow bird is friendly. The garden of flowers is in a state of disrepair, and the door of the woodpile is knocked at night by a monk. The beautiful woman by the wall, fluttering and competing to put the swing dance; the gentleman in front of the building, laughing and competing to put the cu leather ball throw. Author：李渔出处：笠翁对韵
The narrow, uneven road winds between rows of houses, almost every house has a small flower garden, where snowdrops and saffron buds are ready to bloom.
The empty campus glows in the sunlight, and there is always this warm silent stream of sunlight on a fall morning. In the per capita area has been very tight here, the school still has a basketball court, a soccer field, a square and a flower garden, and the hustle and bustle outside the school; buildings form a stinging real estate developers eyeballs in contrast. The tower pines, which had not been trimmed for a long time, lazily basked in the sun. Half gray and half bright blue sky just stretched over the lazy, large lapis lazuli window sill covered with misty sunlight, wantonly cathartic in my youthful and tranquil time, a drowsy siren in the distance, so idle.
On the street, neat street trees, steps next to the flower garden, giving people a pleasing feeling.
Someone said: you are a star, I am a star, embellished into the collective this river of stars; you are a piece of grass, I am a piece of grass, paved into the collective this piece of green; you are a flower, I am a flower, set into the collective this flower garden is ah, the power of the collective infinite vast. It is a small ant let me feel the power of unity.
Do you understand? The film thing and the flower garden, the power station all overlap. I chose what I saw in front of me according to my own preferences, combined them in my mind with ease, and then searched for them in my dreams, books I read, memories, and spent a lot of time imagining them, so that I could form a picture in my head, or a memorial photo of the scene to come. New objects come into view and are added to the picture, and in the end it is as if the person in the picture is talking, laughing, and singing as if he were alive. Then a splendid palace appears in the mind's eye, with all sorts of people gathering and doing all sorts of things. When this palace was built, it was very interesting to view it from the inside. It was like viewing the lower world from the clouds. Inside, there were all kinds of things, people from all countries speaking different languages, the pillars of the palace were different and varied, and the food from all over the world was dazzling. Author: Murakami Ryu Source: Infinitely Nearly Transparent Blue
At the entrance of the school, the Winter Maiden sprinkled a layer of slippery crystal ice, so that teachers and students could not help but slip and slide for fun. Into the campus, the school building is frozen shivering, downpipe mouth is also frozen by the winter girl on the silver bars, bright crystal especially good-looking. Close to the school building of the path is also the winter girl sprinkled with a thin layer of ice, flower beds in the small flowers have long returned to the land mother's embrace of hibernation to go; and grass than the small flowers are much stronger, standing straight there, accept the winter girl's cold bath, although the upper body of the grass bent, but the lower half of the body is still straight, as if the face to the cold demonstration: I'm not afraid of, I can hold on to! Then look at the small trees, branches are chased by the winter girl fights, leaves are also frozen to the pumping together. But the iron railings, despite the freezing and shivering, but in order to flowers and trees are not spoiled, but still strong in the guard for them. A few snow teachers and students, forgetting the trap set by the winter girl, holding a broom and shovel forgetting to twist up the disco.
Into the park, the roadside flower beds in a variety of flowers, red like a fire, yellow like a pile of gold, white like a handful of snow. Some of the flowers are budding, like a shy little girl; some half-open, like a little girl with a delicate hand cupped face; some of them are head high and angry, like a cheerful smile to the people it.
In front of the flower garden and the round pavilion where the band is located, pairs or groups of people strolling back and forth, sometimes stopping to talk and greetings, or from an old beggar tied to the flower plate on the railing hand to buy a handful of flowers.
Come to Suzhou, the first impression left on people is that the air there is fresher than in Shanghai, the streets there are cleaner than in Shanghai. The streets are lined with huge trees, the branches of which are embraced, making each street a boulevard. In the streets, in front of residents, there are many flower beds and flower beds, colorful flowers, in all corners of the city open. I love my clean and elegant hometown.
Spring, as long as you pay attention to observe, you will find a lot of petunias around us. Some in the roadside mounds of small dirt silently open, some in the park flower garden quietly smile, there are people in the pot quietly bloom. Its strong roots as long as there is soil will desperately downward growth, its tender stems, as long as there is reliance on the continuous upward climb.
It's like a gardener, very unproductive, just planted a flower, or planted in someone else's flower garden on Mars, but you still can't help but will take the binoculars to look at it is not, because other than that, you have nothing ah. Author: Jiangnan Source: The Dragon
My family's small yard, north to south, is an extremely ordinary farmhouse on the plains of northern Jiangsu. It is surrounded by a two-meter-high fence. The high wall is lined with sky-high poplars and thick sycamores. Into the gate of the wall, is five red brick and green tile housing. Two rooms on each side, and in the center is the moon gate aisle. Through the moon gate. Open, spacious backyard immediately in front of you. The most striking thing is the small flower garden in the center of the yard, which my sister and I cultivated with our own hands. It is eight feet square, there are all kinds of flowers. If it is spring, all kinds of flowers compete to open, adding infinite fun to the small yard.
The flowers have fallen, the man has passed away. My heart is with Yi, where to go? The sky drifted down a white snowflake, fell not all the flower garden, but covered in Han Zhengxi's heart. Warm tear drops fell one by one, hitting Han Moqing's cold little face. The corners of her mouth were actually slightly raised, outlining a nice arc, but it was forever frozen in that moment. It's raining, the sky is crying. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The road ahead is still bumpy, you and I will end up dusty, passing through the village, passing through the tea garden, passing through the West Lake and the flower garden, passing through the sunset and the clouds, passing through the love and time.
The grass was blown by the breeze bent as if bowing to meet the arrival of the spring girl; willow branches swinging with the wind as if playing with the spring girl; a few small swallows in the poles stood chattering as if singing; flower garden in the most conspicuous primrose, a trumpet as if to give the person to report to the long-awaited spring has finally come!
If life is a book, then time is a pen, writing life; if life is a river, then time is the surging waves, driving life; if life is a flower garden, then time is a flower, embellished life.
In the vegetable garden, in the flower garden, swarms of butterflies, like colorful pieces of paper scattered from the air, come and go with the wind.
Look, the flowers on the flower beds have been budding, some just opened two or three petals, some still just grow buds. I strolled through the campus after the rain, the cool wind came to my face. The plastic track of the campus looked spotless and clean after the spring rain! As soon as we students entered the school gate, we could feel the strong breath of spring.
There is a big flower garden in my heart, and every time a wind called emotion blows, it brings in some language seeds, and I cultivate them until they become a bloom of words. And no matter how hard I try to prune and irrigate them, these flowers are always missing petals and stamens, and they fall in odd shapes.
I want to write a love letter to you, not Langyuan immortal, nor the flawless jade. I'd like to write a love letter to you, not as a beautiful girl, not as a beautiful woman. But it is a simple narration of the bits and pieces. You said I was great and thoughtful, but just want to pretend to be higher so that you can rely on, I said you are the most beautiful in the world, you smiled and said, that side of the world is only in my flower garden. I only know that once upon a time the locks also look good, the key beautifully has a look, you lock, people will understand, a lifetime is really only enough to love a person. I want to take you to feed the horses, chopping wood, traveling around the world, give every river and every mountain a warm name. I want our roots to be held tightly in the ground, and I want our leaves to melt in the clouds. The only thing is that your sadness is going to be, over the brow of the flooding and my shoulders, my sorrow, but can not let you see.
It's not because labor is beautiful and noble or healthy that I do it, it's because my tumbleweeds will bloom and the tiger's ear will grow in a new flower garden. Therefore, if you are going to celebrate anything, it is better not to celebrate it for the sake of labor, but for the sake of the tumbleweeds and the saxifrage, for they are the purpose of your labor; and if you give up writing and go to work as a builder or a blacksmith, your starting point must not be for the sake of your labor, but for the sake of exchanging it for cured meats and breads to feed your wife and children and to keep your family alive, and so you should praise the bread child life and all the things you bought or exchanged for with your labor. You can also celebrate the work you do, just like the workers who build the road, but they won't just celebrate the labor, they will celebrate the road they built first - because of it, they can live. By Karel ?apekSource:A Gardener's Year
Walking into the campus, the first thing that catches your eye is the tall, majestic and brightly colored school building. It is cream-colored, yellow and green in the middle, forming a grid, and the lower floor is coffee-colored. In the morning, a round of red sun rising from the east, from the bright window to see a number of promising students read loudly from the classroom. The pine trees in front of the school building are evergreen and tall, just like a brave soldier standing tall in the campus. Pine trees that are full of vitality of the green color of the campus of the playground, more green color of our hearts. Pine trees next to the flower garden, the flower garden is rectangular, full of string red, every summer, red like a fire, people's spirits uplifted.
Between the large scaly green leaves, long flower stalks, hanging a small and lovely lily of the valley, like a string of exquisite wind chimes, swaying in the wind, emitting an elegant fragrance. Colorful butterflies, as if dressed up to participate in the party, dancing with colorful wings, rotating in the white lily of the valley, frolicking among the flowers. Butterflies fluttering in the lily of the valley, has been flying forward, slowly, delicate and lovely lily of the valley disappeared, replaced by a large colorful hyacinth: red blue yellow white purple peach ...... group...
In the breeze, in the sunshine, the spring flowers hanging down the trunk of the branch out of the green branches, spitting out the green buds, swaying in the breeze of the slender body, like a pavilion of young girls dancing in the wonderful music. It is sometimes twisting their slender branches, and sometimes shaking the tender green leaves. Look, it is waving to us in the breeze! I came to the flower garden, I saw a golden spring flower in the flower garden, its flower bones are wrapped in a light green dress, open yellow petals spit out deep yellow stamens. It is not only beautiful, but also exudes a burst of fragrance, in the blue sky and white clouds under the backdrop of extraordinarily beautiful, people suddenly feel the arrival of spring.
"If I had a house" If I had a house, restlessness and uneasiness, will be forgiven all kinds of chorus, so that the candle flame heart shocked trembling lamps and flowers withered, I am with the heart to appease If I had a house, I will be in the season of each proud and elegant affection for the newly built flower beds spit buds to be placed in the sun's soft sunshine, sowing shade If I had a house, in the wilderness, I will be measured every subtle I'm not only going to write a poem in praise of it, but I'm going to recite it in the starbursts of the yellow earth that will eventually be piled up in a short grave, and all the spirits will protect the bones of a man who was once prophesied
The flower garden is stacked with layers of withered petals. Smoke and rain confused, the flowers have been dancing in the spring body has stopped, tired smile stranded in the corner of the mouth of the petals
If the classroom is the gardener, then the school is a flower garden, full of a variety of buds waiting to be blossomed, and in front of the red rose before the full blossom on the display of the colorful color, is too bright. This may be a kind of luck, may be more a kind of misfortune. Author: Three Thousand Liuli Source: female main female supporting is a pair
The end of the Qing Ping of the wind and dew Brahma drenched eaves karma results who knocked down the old lantern Zhang Huang panicked wrinkled a few layers of eyebrows dormant thoughts with the broken branches swaying in the rain of heaven and earth is not benevolent burying a handful of flying insects at the end of the summer blazing hot unabated night with fireflies pointing away from the and together with the umbrella to block the rain can not resist the flow of light there are still worthy of attachment not give up the rotting grass for the fireflies who pity me a life time. A short time as if traveling a red dust road I pity who a blindfold as if flying around a lifetime flower garden garden ... (
While thinking of people no object to see waiting for the wind of the people did not chase only the sun flower a flower for you is that the spiritual disciple to give you flowers have been planted in the flower garden you have to remember to water and loosen the soil fertilizer weeding take good care of the flowers may blossom fragrance full of summer summer may lovers end up in love Author: Shi Guang in and out of the Office: .
Autumn is here, the golden orange hanging on the branches, nothing; red apples, smiling, like a proud little girl; flower garden chrysanthemums thousands of purple and red.
As if experiencing a thousand hardships across the millennium desert, cultivating a fondness for a meet, aesthetically pleasing to the flow of years you are the distant landscape weaving a new version of the Arabian story so that meet, drunkenly messy how much I want to go through thousands of mountains and waters of the spring to find a person to go to the end of the world to see the window scenery to stay in memory of the eternal perhaps, there has never been such a time vicissitudes of the youthful years of the feeling of the sun and the moon into the dream, let me Meet the most beautiful flowers blossom season wish to be the flower garden in your memory I am the one that does not re-bloom flowers Xu time warm and good, Xu years and years of quiet wish to wait for you in the spring of the love will be the tip of the nose to touch the years of cool after-temperature return to you, tired of following the smoke of the cooker to go home from tomorrow onwards, I want to be a happy person to cut the future of each section of the good time to go to faraway places to travel to photograph the light and shadow, when idle to make poems when the wine to wave his hand to cut off all of the troubles of yesterday drunken lying
I want to find a flower garden full of fairy tales to confess to my unfulfilled childhood.
Love is a barren flower garden lovers all cover their faces and cry from: dance moonlight
○2 winter spring to summer, autumn to winter, evening drums to morning bells. The mountains are viewed against the water, the green bamboo against the pale pine. The Feng woman's tiger, Ye Gonglong, the dancing butterfly versus the chirping grasshopper. Two purple swallows in the street, a few yellow bees in the classroom. The warbler in the garden in the spring is just right, and the wild geese in the cold in the fall are just right. The Qinling Mountains are crossed by clouds, a long way from eight thousand miles; the Wushan Mountains are washed by rain, twelve dangerous peaks. Brightness versus darkness, lightness versus richness, wisdom versus mediocrity. Trousseau and trousseau, pestle and mortar and village pounding. Flowers and grass, nine summers and three winters. The stage is called the theater horse, and the room is called the coiled dragon. His hand breaks the crab's chela from Bi Zhuo, and his body is clad in a crane's cloak from Wang Gong. Wulao Peak is high, the show stuck in the sky like a jade pen; Sangu stone is big, ringing the wind and rain like a golden yong. The first is a pair of benevolence and righteousness, and the second is a pair of respect, and the third is a pair of Xi Nong. Snowflakes and cloud leaves, peonies and hibiscus. Chen Houzhu, Han Zhongzong, the embroidered tiger and the carved dragon. The wind in the willow pond is light, the moon in the flower garden is thick. Spring is the right time to see butterflies, and autumn is the right time to hear grasshoppers at night. The warrior invites the honor, must borrow the dry sword to become courageous; The relaxed people are suitable for the will, must rely on poetry and wine to raise the lethargy. Author：Li fisherman Source：笠翁对韵
I saw a little fat man in a hurry to direct the remote-controlled car, gasping for breath the car to the foam small flower beds hit the bottom, and finally the remote-controlled car crashed head-on into the brick wall.
A leaf fell, passing in front of that flower garden, malfunctioning nose, could not smell anything. A leaf fell, and the rest settled down and stayed in the trees. The winter sun suddenly turns the sky into a sweet-smelling comforter that makes you want to lie down in it. Author: look Source: A Leaf Falls
But this is your own life, for so little reason. It's like a gardener who is so incompetent that he only grows one flower, and it's in someone else's flower garden on Mars, but you're still going to look through the telescope to see that flower, aren't you? Because you have nothing but it, so it's precious to you, even if the distance between you and it is Mars to Earth. Author：江南出处：龙族Ⅰ火之晨曦
Today it snowed, snowflakes fluttered down, like a white cotton ball, but also like a dancing ballerina; fell on the ground, it is like magic, magically disappeared, into a drop of water; fell on the grass, white snow stars, like the pattern on the spotted dog; fell on the car, like a car dressed in a white shawl; fell on a red car, like a car, like a white shawl; fell on the red car, like a white shawl; fell on the red car, like a white shawl; fell on the red car, like a white shawl. The snow falls on the car, like putting a white shawl on the car; falls on the red roof, the roof slowly becomes white, like wearing a white hat; falls on the dead tree, like a silver Christmas tree; falls on the flower garden, as if to the grass covered with a layer of white quilt.
Walking to the flower garden, I saw the rose bloomed red flowers, and sunflowers, blooming more lush, red yellow orange, and so on. I can't even count them. In the pond over, full of soft blanket-like grass, green. I suddenly saw a lot of butterflies, I was very strange, how can there be so many butterflies at this time? I came closer to see, it turned out to be butterfly flowers, spring wind blowing, like a lot of butterflies dancing on the edge of the pond, beautiful!