Second, the wind blew through the treetops, and the yellow leaves drifted away. This scene reminds me of a long-lost friend. My friend's name is Ouyang Huimin, and she has a moderate figure. She has a face of Zhang Yuanyuan, and her eyes are big and full of vitality. When I saw her short black hair, I knew she was a lively and cheerful girl.
Aim at the stars in the sky. You may never reach them, but you can shoot higher than the treetops you aim at.
Fourth, the autumn wind, like a sharp sickle, scraped from the top of the willow tree, and the semi-green and semi-yellow leaves brushed off.
The moon climbed the treetops, giving off bright light and plating the earth with silver. At night, it seems very quiet. After a while, the open space in front of the building was boiling, with laughter and noise, and even the moon was watching quietly through the cracks in the trees.
6. With a moist fragrance, the breeze gently blows through the treetops, the fields and the river in front of my house.
Looking up at the silent night sky, the lovely moon slowly climbed into the air from behind the treetops, bright and round, like a jade plate. The gentle moonlight poured down like running water, as if slipping through a sweet piano sound.
Eight, winter is really cold. It is really cold in winter. The north wind whistled through the bare treetops. Before, all the birds in the tree disappeared, and the tree lost its vitality and looked lonely.
Thank you, Breeze. You danced the treetops with graceful posture, and the leaves rustled, which made me understand that everything in the world has its life and its language. Feel the world with your heart.
Ten, petite yellow petals, dozens of flowers clustered together, hanging in the treetops and swaying gently, emitting an elegant fragrance. The fragrance is very light, but very fragrant; This flower is small, but it shines brightly.
Eleven, when the sun sets, its exceptionally strong light comes from the treetops, dyeing white clouds and green hills bloody.
12. As soon as I entered Huangguoshu Scenic Area, I heard the sound of water rushing in the distance, just like a breeze blowing through the treetops, getting louder and louder, and finally coming like a flood, drowning the noisy Ma Si, leaving only noisy water sounds between heaven and earth.
Looking up, the dark blue sky is so charming. Bright little stars twinkle in the sky, and they gather more and more, as if dancing on the blue carpet, blinking and talking to me. Ah! The night is so magical that the moon just climbed the treetops and gave off bright light. The night is quiet.
The wind was blowing quietly in the Woods, and I walked along the stream bored. The weather in early autumn is a little cold, and the breeze gently shakes the treetops, bringing a rustling sound. Rustling, but surprisingly good. As if with charming drunkenness.
The spring breeze is always so beautiful. It dresses up Miss Chun beautifully. As long as it blows grass, grass and flowers will open their smiles; As long as it passes over the willow treetops, the willow buds will stick out their delicate heads; As long as it dances on the stream, the ice in the stream will melt and jingle, as if thanking it.
Sixteen, the sun greeted in the morning glow, revealing a red face. In an instant, ten thousand golden lights penetrated through the treetops and stained the water with a layer of carmine.
Seventeen, after the rain cleared, a rainbow hung in the sky, like a colorful bridge, and the sun came out. Thousands of golden lights pass through the treetops like swords and shine on the earth. There are all kinds of wild flowers in full bloom on the grass, red, white, yellow, purple and blue, which really looks like a beautiful big flower bed.
Eighteen, a few small butterflies are sleepy and resting on the apricot tree, hanging on the treetops like kites, which is beautiful. This lively and lovely butterfly adds a lot of color to spring.
19. The crystal drops of rain are like naughty children, sliding on the roof, swaying on the treetops, and some playing hide-and-seek among the green leaves. ...
Twenty, it suddenly occurred to me that there was a big wisteria outside my house more than ten years ago. It climbs high beside a dead locust tree, but the flowers are always sparse. A bunch of flowers hung on the treetops of things alone, as if looking at the color and testing something.
Twenty-one, the trees outside the window are particularly lush. The summer sunshine dances on the treetops like naughty elves, grinning quickly, casting mottled shadows under the trees and moving with them. I saw a large piece of bright flowers with bright colors, just like a large piece of paint painted by Monet at random.
I happened to be standing by a tree. I saw a bright moon on the treetops. Without the cover of dark clouds, it is like a brilliant and flawless flower on the treetop, standing proudly in the world, really like the "Snow Moon" in "The Wind, Flowers and Snow Moon"
23. The breeze in September, like a magical hand of Dan Qing, splashed a colorful picture: purple grapes were as beautiful as agate, persimmons in Huang Chengcheng hung high on the treetops, golden corn grinned, snow-white cotton sang on its back, and red maple leaves were intoxicated in September. ...
Twenty-four, the beauty of the mountain lies in its towering, steep, tall and straight, cliffs and peaks; It lies in the clouds and treetops, the fog flowing in the valley, the green forest blowing with the wind, stirring the white water of the stream; It lies in lush vegetation, the singing of good birds, the twilight in the morning and the sunset in the evening.
Twenty-five, bees buzz around them and work hard; Especially those unknown treetops are full of purple flowers, swaying in the wind. Look carefully, green heart-shaped leaflets have grown on the branches, like clouds fluttering in the wind, which seem to float out of your sight in a blink of an eye.
26. Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the cold wind awakened everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of towering buildings are green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan." How well you speak! But is it more than "green"?
Twenty-seven, in this harvest season, watching heavy fruits jingle, like many wind chimes hanging on the treetops, brings endless joy. Look at those fruits flashing red and green colors on the branches, like many handsome faces, blooming their regretless youth.
Twenty-eight, timing is like a spinning wheel. Autumn has passed. Winter has passed. The god of April comes with pleasure. Butterflies are flying in groups, birds are singing in groups, and miscellaneous flowers are blooming in the treetops. At this time, the southern countries of chlorine and fluorine have been unable to carry strong vitality.
Twenty-nine, the sun greeted in the morning glow, revealing a red face. Suddenly, a thousand golden lights painted the water surface with a layer of carmine through the treetops.
30. The golden morning sun gradually dyed the eastern sky red, and the peak of Huangshan Mountain was dyed deep red by brilliant clouds. The morning glow faces the sun, revealing a red face. In an instant, ten thousand golden lights dyed the water surface with a layer of carmine through the treetops.
Thirty-one, the rain falls on the pond, like dripping into a glittering and translucent jade plate, splashing pearls; Rain falls on the treetops, like a thousand combs, combing the soft long hair on the branches; Raindrops fell on the earth, rolling up a light smoke, and the earth seemed to burst into laughter ripples. ...
Thirty-two, the green leaves at the top of the giant tree are connected into one piece, swaying Wan Li and driving away the faint white clouds in the beautiful forest.
Thirty-three, a country song, quietly lying in the mother's arms, quietly hanging in the treetops, let the whole jungle guard a home.
Thirty-four, the flowers are dense, from the branches to the treetops, leaving no gaps, just like a flying spring with flowers; Although there are not many flowers in full bloom, the small pink buds and the bright red ones, like burning flames, are somewhat gentle, and the fire tree wins the summer.
35. Outside the window are towering willows. The yard is in the ditch, and the mountains are full of trees, so we sit cross-legged on the heatable adobe sleeping platform and talk like a boat, surrounded by green waves. When the wind blows, the treetops roll over the waves, and there are sparkling leaves.
Thirty-six, growth is like the sun hanging on the treetops, and the stone with cold light shines like a wise man.
37. When the sun rises, the sunlight passes through the treetops and shines on a small piece of forest grass. The dew on the big tree is like a crystal pearl. When it is illuminated by the sun, it immediately evaporates and disappears.
38. Listen, the birds are facing the first ray of sunshine in the morning and breathing the fresh and fragrant air in the forest. On the branches, some are cheering, some are chasing and playing, and some are combing their feathers ... it's really lively. The dew on the branches and treetops was frightened and fell into the flowers, hid in the grass and got into the soil.
Thirty-nine, waves of air with grass and wet soil blew on my nose. The first time I looked up, I saw that the willows had grown thousands of green hands from Qian Qian, swaying in the wind, giving people an indescribable sense of freshness; Birds on the branches are standing on the treetops, singing songs they wrote to welcome spring, as if several musicians were solemnly singing their sacred hymns.
Forty, next to the orange disk, there is a faint blush. Thick clouds have also been burned red, and the sky is inlaid with afterglow marks. Then stop at the top of the tree for a while and watch its light, and finally end silently.
Forty-one, the color of spring is really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is a wonderful fusion of all the colors in the world, and all the colors will meet.
Forty-two, the moon hangs on the treetops like a curved silver hook, and the hazy night covers the earth with a layer of gauze. The light reflected by the small lamp in the room is connected with the stars in the sky, as if being in an endless sky.
Forty-three, today, I met again. Yes, it's beautiful. Next to the orange-red disk, there is a faint light. Thick clouds have also been burned red, and the sky is inlaid with afterglow marks. Then stop at the top of the tree for a while and watch its light, and finally end silently.
44. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, before the bright moon hung high on the treetops, friends' blessing messages, like a relay race of ten people, passed a friendship, a warmth and a copy to my hands and my heart, leaving me in middle age for a long time.
Forty-five, the death of the leader did not cause the party's team to disperse. Just like a big tree, its roots are deeply rooted in the soil, and even if the top of the tree is cut off, it will never wither. Ostrovsky
46. The person sitting at the top of the tree is afraid of falling, and the person sitting under the tree is afraid of death. Popular/folk proverbs or proverbs
47. Outside the window are towering willows. The yard is in the ditch, and the mountains are full of trees. Sitting cross-legged on the heatable adobe sleeping platform is like sitting on a boat, with green waves rippling around. When the wind blows, the treetops roll over the waves, and there are sparkling leaves.
Forty-eight, the purplish sunset lingers in the treetops, dripping a touch of melancholy. The Woods shrouded in the sunset glow are so quiet and beautiful.
Forty-nine, cicadas burst from the treetops. A kind? Crisp, but informal, informal singing makes people happy.
Looking at the bright moon hanging in the treetops, he couldn't help thinking of his white-haired mother.
Fifty-one, I remember, I remember, the tall fir trees are lush; I often think that its delicate treetops are next to the blue sky; That was my childhood dream. Now I know that heaven is farther away from us than I thought when I was a child, which inevitably makes me unhappy.
52. People who aim at the sky always shoot higher than those who aim at the treetops.
53. Unconsciously, the sun has slowly risen on the branches. All this seems so kind and natural. The sun shines on the path through the treetops, and then the petals are laid, which is even more wonderful.
54. The peach trees in the Peach Blossom Garden are carefully pruned by gardeners, and their shapes are different, but they are all three or five branches, overlooking the earth like lotus flowers. Peach blossoms spread from branches to treetops, leaving no gaps. The sun is like a flying spring that sprays flowers ... Peach blossoms compete with each other, and clusters of golden rape flowers under the tree join them.
55. Volunteer is just a slave to memory. It always starts and ends, anticlimactic, just like some immature fruits crawling all over the treetops. Once the red rot, it will leave the branches. Shakespeare
Fifty-six, lift up your eyes and look up, maple trees show twigs, such as colorful brocade everywhere. There are still two or three or three or four leaves blown off by the north wind on the treetops, shining in the early morning sun. Ginkgo trees were golden clouds until yesterday, but they were sparse this morning. Residual leaves are scattered like yellow disks in late spring.
57. I have never been able to work out the proposition about the scale of life. Maybe I'll wait until a moonlit night. I took a time machine back to the path between my childhood rice fields, climbed the unsupervised treetops to spy on the secrets of life, and then broke down a ruler to measure my life.
Fifty-eight, autumn has come, and all loneliness has turned into autumn leaves. Only my heart is still in the treetops, and I refuse to fall, because I am waiting for you, waiting for you to come near me and fall with you.
59. If the fruit on the treetop is happiness, I hope I can touch the fruit I can touch, not the one hanging high on the treetop. Maybe you will say that the fruit you can pick has been picked by others, then you are wrong, because everyone has the fruit you can pick, that is, the happiness you can pick.
60. If maternal love is a jujube tree, then I am the jujube on the treetop.
Robins flew down from the treetops and danced around her for a while. They flew from tree to tree, chattering incessantly, as if introducing her to its garden.
Sixty-two, the wind blew through the treetops, and the leaves kept laughing.
Sixty-three, a piece of ice fell from the treetops, and they heard the sound of falling crystals in their hearts. They have a place to belong all their lives. At that moment, the world was ice and snow, and the birds and flowers in the hearts of two people were fragrant.
Spring has come, give me a green treetop, I will play it in the concerto of the years, and give you a string of ancient notes to listen to from afar. ...
Sixty-five, the death of the leader did not cause the party's team to disperse. Just like a big tree, its roots are deeply rooted in the soil, and even if the top of the tree is cut off, it will never wither.
66. The wind caressed the treetops like a mother's hand.
Sixty-seven, a cold wind blew through the treetops, and people walking under the trees felt as if they were frozen. There are some dead leaves on the branches, which have been blown to the ends of the earth by the biting north wind.
Sixty-eight, Tanabata is coming, let's plant a tree of love together, irrigate it with sweetness and yearning, use happiness and happiness as fertilizer, let beautiful pears, happy peaches, auspicious melons and happy fruits fill the treetops, let happiness pass and life smile.
Sixty-nine, the wind blew through the treetops, and the leaves trembled, thinking that they were dancing and conducting music.
Later, every evening, the nightingale landed on the treetops outside the window.
Youth, you are a bird whispering in the treetops in the morning, a homing pigeon flying in the blue sky, a diary that will never fade in my memory, and a hymn that will be sung forever in my life!
Seventy-two, I am a bird, your heart is the treetop, I am full of affection to find you, willing to stop in your heart. Love you never wavers, life is wonderful only with you, I will accompany you to the old age and be surrounded by sweetness and happiness forever!
Seventy-three, the wind is clear and the moon is high in the treetops, the moonlight is like water, and Xiangyun rises to the world. In the bustling crowd, dumplings are expressing their love. Oh, let a spirited person take risks in his favorite place, raise your glass for a change and miss your drunkenness. Lantern Festival celebrates reunion and another year of family happiness!
74. Dear, you see the crescent moon has reached the treetop. You heard that the cicada is dead, too. It is getting late. Go to bed early and have a good dream. I hope you feel like honey when you wake up tomorrow. Good night
Seventy-five, the wind blew through the treetops, just like a girl playing the organ.
Seventy-six, a gust of wind passed, and the yellow leaves at the top of the tree did not move.
Seventy-seven, the summer solstice feels wonderful, big bananas stretch lazily, cicadas jump happily on the treetops, hibiscus flowers smile sweetly, and streams flow happily all the way. I wish you grow wings and fly into your arms. Wish you all the best!
Looking at the shining snow in the sun and the crumbling snowflakes on the treetops, I miss those casual happiness. Simple time stops at the pen tip, hesitating with the footsteps of youth, rendering the prosperity of you and me, and missing the beauty that only belongs to you and me between my fingers ...
79. The peach trees in the Peach Blossom Garden are carefully pruned by gardeners, and their shapes are different, but they are all three or five branches, overlooking the earth like lotus flowers. Peach blossoms spread from branches to treetops, leaving no gaps. The sun is like a flying spring that sprays flowers ... Peach blossoms compete with each other, and golden rape flowers under the trees join their ranks.
Eighty, the wind blows through the treetops, and the leaves float with a smile in the wind.
Eighty-one, sometimes the best story is the gentle whisper in the treetops in the unknown dusk.
Eighty-two, hang lanterns and light red candles. Fireworks are blooming in the sky, and jiaozi is ready. On the treetops of the moon, the whole family get together for the Lantern Festival, and the whole world is celebrating. At this time, you can't forget your friends and send short messages with jiaozi. Happy Lantern Festival!
83. Winter is coming, and the northwest wind blows through the treetops. The leaves on the tree fell off and the grass on the ground turned yellow. People also put on their coats.
84. Spring blossoms are beautiful, and a curtain of spring is really good. I hung my ideas on the treetops, so you should pick them off. Laugh more and send a small message during the weekend break. I wish you a happy weekend and a warm life!
Eighty-five, the death of the leader did not cause the party's team to be 1. Just like a big tree, its roots are deeply rooted in the soil, and even if the top of the tree is cut off, it will never wither.
The tree of desire, you use happiness as fertilizer. As your bark thickens and hardens, your treetops want to be close to the sun.
87. The breeze passes the bright moon, the breeze blows through the treetops, and the cold wind whizzes through the treetops. Have you ever heard anything?
Eighty-eight, the full moon is high in the sky, with shadows among the treetops. Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is like a bucket, sprinkling silver cream on the world. Dare to ask Chang 'e to give me a message, dare to send WU GANG to give me a message. The voice of blessing never stops. May your happiness be sweet forever.
Eighty-nine, the moon came out, hanging on the treetops like a silver hook.
90. The wind blows through the treetops, and leaves are floating around in the wind like golden stationery.
9 1. When I walked into the yard of Yulantang, my eyes suddenly lit up. Those big begonia trees are full of dense layers of reddish flowers, from the branches to the treetops, without any gap. The sun is like several spewing fountains. ...
92. The dying moon lingers in despair on the edge of the dark forest. The river is silvery from time to time, and there is no wind. However, the treetops are swaying slightly, and the trees and ghostly statues beside the avenue cast long and unpredictable shadows. The fountain spits water and makes a wonderful rustling sound in the silent night.
93. The roofs and treetops are covered with white snow and crystal clear.
Colorful lights hung all over the treetops, full of festive atmosphere.
95. Climbing to the top of the tree and looking down scared me into a cold sweat.
96. The wheat in the field is full, and the fruit on the treetops attracts us. We don't have to worry about climbing the fruit tree and secretly tasting the fruit. The villagers are very generous! The cool breeze is blowing on my cheeks, as if touching them. Very pleasant.
97, 5 1 arrived, planted a lucky grass, attracted a group of happy birds, surrounded by birds and flowers, built a happy nest for you, and fruitful fruits hung on the treetops, giving you a thick shadow and resting forever.
98. When she talked about the feeling of being in the treetops, she said it was like being held high and the breeze was blowing on her face. What junior high school student would say such a thing? This strange feeling is churning in my stomach. I don't like it.
99. The wind blew through the treetops and the leaves danced.
A hundred moons are like jade plates hanging from the treetops.
The wind blew through the treetops, and the treetops danced.
102. Magpies often build nests at the top of trees, and it is difficult to reach them without extraordinary tree climbing skills. Climbing a tree is one of the prerequisites for a good boy. Wesley, I dare say that I am one of the three people in the city. I really want to proudly say that I am the first. Wesley Ni
The air is filled with joy, blessings fall on the treetops, the warmth of Chongyang is flying, and the passion of the festival is spreading. I would like to turn into breeze, sunshine and white clouds to bring you happiness, health and wealth. Happy Double Ninth Festival!
One hundred and four, a bird covered in snow, when she passed the treetops, behind her was a large white feather flying all over the sky. These white feathers seem to be an extra reward given by God to set off her beautiful flying posture. Qu Yuan Zhi
As usual, this huge pink butterfly with orange wings stays high in the treetops all day.
106. Innovation: Langkawi Flyover is one of the most acclaimed single-column supported bridges in the world.
If she really has a pupa, she'd better hide in it and rot in the soil. The sunshine in the treetops is just a dream. Nei Nei
Dear, look at the crescent moon in the treetops and listen to the silence of the cicada. It is getting late. Go to bed early, tuck in the quilt and don't kick around. Sweet dreams. I hope you feel like honey when you wake up tomorrow. Good night, baby.
109, rain and snow, the wind roared, birds and rabbits fled out of the hole. Pedestrians on the road and in the street are wearing coats, and Hao Han bird looks at the treetops. Autumn and winter alternate to prevent colds and adapt to the happiness of the season. Dress warmly, eat well and continue to be an elite. I wish you good health in early winter!
Dancing in the arteries, the circulation of lymph, all show the flow of stars, rising in the treetops to summer. surname
111, the flowers are put first, and the fragrance is hidden; On the lantern, the mystery is busy; At dusk, the treetops hold hands and the flowers are full of moons. Dear friends, the Lantern Festival is coming, I wish you a happy mood!
In 112, it lazily climbed to the top of the tree, shed its armor-like coat, raised its thin and bright wings, and sang the first song of summer in a hoarse voice.
One hundred and thirteen, little buttons, this gust of wind has our best memories. They pass through the thin smoke clouds on the treetops and let us see the perfection after the flowers bloom and fall. In the falling flowers, we are devout flower watchers, standing on the edge of time, waiting for memories to light up bit by bit. Pan Yungui
Hang your thoughts on the treetops, which are bent because your thoughts are too heavy; Throw care into the sea, and the sea overflows, because there are too many cares; Write the blessing in the short message, and the short message was sent out, because the blessing can't wait! When you receive my short message, you will receive my wishes and thoughts! It's the weekend, let's get together!
1 15. love birds falls on the treetops, lovers hug and whisper, and the moonlight is hazy and soft. I am willing to love you for a hundred years and be happy forever.
The sun is on the treetops, and the alarm clock has jingled. You lazy pig is still sleeping, or you will be late if you don't get up soon. By the way, did you wet the bed last night? Ha ha! Good morning!
The autumn wind is beaming, blessings fall on the treetops, the warmth of Chongyang is fluttering, and the passion of the festival is in generate. I would like to turn into breeze, sunshine and white clouds to bring you happiness, health and wealth. Happy Double Ninth Festival!
The tree loves the moon, but the moon pursues the sky, but the sky is married to the sun, so the moon can only date the sky in the dark, but the tree is willing to cover it for her, so whenever the moon rises from the treetop, it always looks so sad. This is the power of love.
119. The sky and the sea celebrate the Lantern Festival together, silently miss that moment, slowly bless the waves, swing your greetings to the highest level, hang your worries on the treetops, but seek happiness for you. When the Lantern Festival comes, I sincerely wish you a happy holiday and a bright future.
Spring shakes the treetops, awakens the sleeping brain, stretches stiff, and shakes the troubles of winter. Borrow a few rays of sunshine, embrace a few clumps of green leaves, put on relaxed spring clothes and rush to a happy future. May you go all out, make progress, make a good start and create more brilliant achievements, beginning of spring.