I like orchids, like her fresh fragrance; like her showy and colorful.
In the spring, orchids come to us with sword-like green leaves. The stamens in the leaves emit a burst of fragrance. The overflowing fragrance attracted a lovely little bee, which sang "buzzing" around the orchid, as if saying, "Wow, the flavor of pollen is really sweet." In summer, under the sunlight, the orchid grows a lovely flower bone. It is fresh and tender and oily. It shimmers with a silvery-white color under the embellishment of the sunlight. The leaves of the orchid, like a sharp sword, with deep green veins clearly visible, together with the orchid five small light purple orchids, further reveals the beauty and vitality of the orchid. There are two pots of orchids on the balcony of my house. When the breeze blows, a fresh fragrance comes to the nose, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, and the fragrance of orchids refreshes people's heart. The stems of the orchids just grew out to be light green, gradually dark green, as wide as a leek, five or six inches long. From a distance, it looks like a mesmerizing green. Spring breeze, orchids are like butterflies in the bushes, dancing; also like a group of white swans playing on the water. I like orchids, I like its elegance, I like its freshness, of course, I like orchids that simple, pure quality, although it is a short period of time, but it is elegant and fragrant image to go to have been printed in my mind, giving people endless memories.
The river in my hometown is beautiful in all seasons.
In the spring, the river sings loudly and flows into the distance. The willow trees along the river let the long-haired willow branches brush the water, like a mother caressing the face of a doll. On the surface of the river, a group of ducks swam across the river, like a fleet going on a voyage.
In summer, the trees on the riverbank grow more luxuriant, like a big turquoise umbrella. The river is a paradise for children, who swim, play in the river and have water fights.
In the fall, a leaf fell on the river, the small fish took it as a hat, and the small ants took it as a boat to transport food ......
In winter, the snow flew, and a thick layer of ice was formed on the river. Some children skate on the surface of the river, some on the banks of the pile of snowmen, snowball fights, laughter filled the whole creek ......
I love my hometown creek.
Fourth grade 300-word essay "Orchids"Expand I like orchids, like her fresh fragrance; like her showy and colorful.
In the spring, orchids come to us with sword-like green leaves.
The stamens in the leaves emit a burst of fragrance.
The overflowing fragrance attracted a lovely little bee, the little bee around the orchid next to the "buzzing" song, as if to say: "Wow, the taste of pollen is really sweet.
"In the summer, the orchid grows a lovely flower bud under the sunlight.
It is fresh and oily.
It shimmers silver-white under the sun's embellishments.
Orchid leaves, like a sharp sword, deep green veins are clearly visible, coupled with the orchid five small light purple orchids, more beautiful and vitality of the orchid.
There are two pots of orchids on the balcony of my house. When the breeze blows, a fragrance comes to the nose, making people feel relaxed and happy, and the fragrance of orchids makes people feel refreshed.
The stems of the orchids just grew out to be light green, gradually dark green, with a width like a leek, five or six inches long.
From a distance, it looks like a mesmerizing green.
When the spring breeze blows, the orchids are like butterflies in the bushes, dancing; also like a group of white swans playing on the water.
I like orchids, I like its elegance, I like its freshness, of course, I like the orchid that simple, pure quality, although it is a short period of time, but it is elegant and fragrant image to go has been printed in my mind, giving people endless memories.
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The first time I saw it, I didn't have much good feelings.
In my opinion, it is just a bunch of weeds in the corner roadside.
Perhaps I was too careless, but I have not been found everywhere in the campus in fact, the figure, but also ignored it is a regular distribution of a piece of obvious, this is the florist carefully arranged.
For a flower, its stems and leaves are really ungainly.
I have always thought that a plant that blooms, even if the stems and leaves are ordinary, at least it can't grow ...... too much like a scallion as it does.
In my opinion, the green onion should be associated with firewood, rice, oil and salt, which belongs to the earthly and mundane use, not aesthetic.
Even I think that green onions are not as good as firewood, rice, oil and salt.
Although the firewood, rice, oil and salt is vulgar, but at least life can not do without them; but green onions, but it is a dispensable embellishment.
So when I know its name is called "onion orchid", I can not help but be indignant for the orchid: everyone praises the orchid of the empty valley is not vulgar, everyone says that the orchid is a flower in the gentleman, but ask, who will praise a "green onion" of elegance it? But who would praise the elegance of a "green onion"? I'm afraid that the elegant name of orchid has been deducted to the head of a "green onion", and I'm afraid that it will be crushed.
When it bloomed the first flower, I gently glanced over; when the whole piece of green appeared in the starry white, I did not stop; but when the large flowers in one night all open, I unconsciously stopped the footsteps in a hurry, stooped down to scrutinize it.
For the first time I realized that a flower could open with such frankness.
It just stood there, opening noiselessly, like no one else.
Its color is so white, no heavy ink rendering, just pure white.
White fearless, unbridled, pure and call people jealous.
Its petals are so stretched, unreservedly revealing its golden stamen, like a hot heart.
The hot golden color, I was afraid of splashing out.
And its styles stand tall, humble, slender, but not weak.
From the side, it shows a kind of embrace posture, a call to open the arms long attempt to embrace the blue sky in the arms.
I had wondered how its thin stems could carry the pure sunshine of the fall.
The wind came, and the large swaths of white also surged.
I did not expect, for the first time to give me a kind of "sea of flowers" shock, not the sentimental lavender, not romantic tulips, more not fresh lilies, but in front of the eyes of this inconspicuous onion orchid.
Open unreservedly, the interpretation of a color to the extreme; noiselessly open, a fragrance brewing lightly.
With the jade-like cold petals, to wrap the heart like fire.
The water contains beads and is soft and charming, and the mountain contains jade and is bright and moist.
Looking at the onion orchid that is not vulgar flowers, I suddenly found that it was not very human eye stems and leaves glowing with a unique verdant simple beauty.
Onion orchid ah, you will never bear the "orchid" name! Tiny but strong, beautiful and frank, unheard of, but big.
I think, whether it is a flower or a person, this is the ultimate.
I would like to be an onion orchid, quietly blooming on the roadside...
The composition of 300 words to write flowers, to not have a little character in it
"Orchid grass" in the south of the winter comes fast and goes fast, the weather in recent times feels like a small sunny spring in March, as if a song of the water town of the zither rhyme quietly and natural and tune our heart strings! Today, when I woke up in the morning and pushed open the window to breathe fresh air, I accidentally saw that the orchid on the balcony had opened five green buds with a little white buds! After a few winter snowstorms last year, I thought she was just a slightly green grass, but never thought it would give me such a surprise and amazement! When I smelled it close to my nose, the fragrance of the mountains refreshed my heart! This pot of orchid has been with me for nearly ten years, as long as a pot of soil, watering every three to five days, she will have vitality, when I first raised her, it is because of her strong vitality, but because of the early morning and late at night, often easy to ignore her existence, only in the occasional memory or on weekends to give her a watering, just like our loved ones and good friends, no matter whether we are with them or not contact them, they are always in the place we do not know missing us, like a quiet orchid, it's a good thing that it's a good thing that it's a good thing that it's not a good thing. Like a quiet orchid grass, with the seasons of the season instantly give us that pleasant fragrance! Our life is often made up of alternating cycles of each day, because of busy, often will not have time to string that line of distant footprints, the human heart is in this unconscious, in that moment of warmth to touch the heart, that moment will immediately surface that a once smiling face, that a trip to the green, that a brilliant bud, that familiar tone ... ... ...All of these will be combined into a kind and beautiful memories of our lives, moisturizing our hearts, remembering these will not be able to help the corners of the mouth into a March bud of spring!
I like orchids 400 words essayIs the snowflake full of branches, this kind of crystal white? Is it the white clouds that linger here, so graceful and graceful? No, she is more holy than the snowflakes, more dignified than the white clouds - she is the blooming orchid, the holy flower on earth.
Orchid, with its fragrance and elegance won the favor of the people, not only the generations of painters for its ink, is the object of the poet.
If Narcissus is the flower of the "Fairy of the Waves", then the orchid must be the "Queen of Flowers".
Delicate petals, beautiful body, pure white veil, constitutes a holy and beautiful orchid.
She and the national color of the peony as exuberant, but also as Ling Gel Fairy as ethereal, more than the lotus out of the sludge and untainted.
However, the good times don't last long.
Orchids can only give people just a few days of viewing on the withering.
The beauty and fragrance of the next moment often cause people to pity the fragrance, and her charm still exists in people's minds, more engraved in people's hearts.
Orchids, standing in the cold rain, blossoming in the cold wind, do not compete with the hundreds of flowers, just quietly add a touch of glory to the world; orchid fragrance, quiet and elegant, will not let people feel unattainable, is refreshing the fragrance, friendly incense, called the fragrance of love.
You say, this intoxicating fragrance of flowers, how can not call for people to fall in love with, for the fascination? How can you not call people to love it, and praise it?
Even if it is buried in the soil, it is still a piece of heart, white and flawless.
She is a noble image of herself, revealing the rules of life set by the people.
All this makes me think of our country's ten million old cadres, they in order to train the successor, so that the motherland suddenly modernized, they are willing to retire to the second line.
This valuable spirit is the true reflection of the orchid - elegant, simple and unassuming, silent dedication.
The flowers of human life are as colorful and diverse as the flowers of nature.
If the flower of life will be stained by the sludge, then I would like to open only one day of pure flowers.
Although we cannot all be heroes with great achievements, we should and can be as noble and simple as the orchid, holy and innocent.
In order to dress up a beautiful wonderland on earth, even if it is ravaged by the wind and rain, "falling into the mud and turning into dust", it will also leave people with the "fragrance as before".
Orchids are noble, and people with the spirit of orchids are also noble, because they have a heart of dedication, a heart of selflessness, and do not ask for anything.
I love orchids,
Primary fourth grade I am an orchid essay 400 wordsLast fall, my great-aunt gave me a pot of orchids.
The orchid looks like it was just planted, growing very short, about 5 centimeters, and the orchid smells a little grassy.
My great-aunt said, "Orchids like water, so you need to water them in time every morning.
"That's a lot of trouble! Since I have this pot of orchids, I began to give the orchid water to drink every day, and I will loosen the soil for it when I have time! One of my "Encyclopedia" says that the flowers of orchids are not only beautiful and elegant to watch, but also very fragrant, and can be ground spices.
If orchids bloomed, I would sit comfortably on the sofa and read while smelling the air with the scent of orchids, and it would be so refreshing! I can't help but secretly like this inconspicuous orchid, because it will create what a good learning environment for me! I'm a little sloppy and often forget to water the orchid.
The green leaves look dull, not as shiny as before, and the tips of the leaves have become dry and yellow.
I regretted it so much that I decided to make it up to the orchid.
I did what I said, and brought it a cup of my favorite sour milk.
As I watched the orchid sucking on the sweet sour milk, its leaves were shaking as if dancing with joy.
I smiled in triumph.
The next day I came to see it, but the joy of sadness, poured yogurt orchid leaves more yellow, looks lifeless, half dead sickly look.
The soil in the pot turned from white to a kind of yellowish-black because I poured yogurt on it, and the surface was full of hairy things, and there was a foul smell everywhere.
I rushed to find my mom, who cried and laughed and said, "Why are you pouring yogurt? The orchid is burned because of too much nutrients, you should find some water to dilute it, and then change the soil, the orchid will slowly get better.
"Hearing this, I immediately went to the park, dug up some loose soil, and then changed it.
Every day I continued to water it without fail.
Under my careful care, the orchid finally showed a rare smile for me, I can enjoy the fragrance of the flowers to read, my dream wish finally came true.
Spring came, because of my efforts, I have the biggest harvest, that is a most wonderful reading environment, really thank you orchids.
You are really my good companion!...
One day, I read a beautiful article, "The Orchid that Lost Its Roots", and I instantly thought of a sentence, "The song of my hometown is a distant flute, which is always sounded in the night of the moon".
Being abroad, whenever I look up at the moon, I think of my hometown.
There are always wheat fields that seem to be endless.
Early in the morning, a cockcrow echoed in my village; in the evening, a hint of smoke curls unlimited tenderness covered it.
The memory of my hometown is like a dam, and a small opening can break the bank.
Now, when I stand outside my hometown, outside my childhood, I still find myself still floating in this familiar and unfamiliar land.
Even if time is a killer and gets rid of the knowledge sealed in my brain, it can never take away the memory of my hometown.
I still remember the river at the mouth of the village, curved and carrying my thoughts of loved ones; I still remember the crooked-necked tree planted by my father, hanging with the colorful dreams of my childhood; I still remember the well on the east side of the village, the black wellhead loaded with my anxiety.
Time can make the green leaves wither, can make the face of aging, can make the sea change, but it can not weather the infinite memories of my hometown.
My hometown, my eternal dream.
If I were a lost orchid, a fluttering fall, then the memory of my hometown is the power of my return to the earth.
Time will turn water into vapor, but it can't stop the vapor from condensing into water and returning to the earth.
When the raindrops proudly said to the earth: "I am the child you have banished millions of times and called back millions of times.
"Time can only sigh, because it can do nothing in front of the memory of the hometown.
Time will not weather people's memories of their hometowns, otherwise how could there be "home in the dream of what day to spring on the river a few people still" of the depressed murmur? How else would there be "I don't know where to blow the willow, the night the draftsmen all look home" of the obsessive grief? Otherwise, how could there be the hope of "the spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine me back"? Otherwise, how could there be the melancholy of "still looking at my hometown, the long road is vast"? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The memory of our hometown will become clearer as we get older.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and the second time I was in the middle of a long journey, I was in the middle of a long journey.
A branch and a leaf are always related to the feelings of the deepest memory of the hometown.
The home town is loaded with our dreams.
Even if the tree is a thousand zhang high, the leaves will return to their roots; even if the time passes, the memory of the hometown will never be weathered, forever!
Orchids essay 500 words?
Today, I came home, I smelled a trace of fragrance, which intoxicated me, I sought the aroma over, it turned out, it is a cluster of flourishing orchids that my mother bought me.
I looked at this cluster of orchids, it has a fine and emerald green long leaves, the center of a long stem holding a white jade-like flowers, very beautiful, elegant.
In the breeze, the orchid looks like a fairy dancing in a lime green dress with white pearls on her head! Mom said to me: "Orchids are very elegant, I bought them so that you can be like orchids and not be rude.
Have thrift and a noble heart, and be a person with a modest gentleman's demeanor and cultivation."
I also know from other ways: the orchid habit is as simple as farmers, after being moved to cultivate, also refused to generous treatment, only thin shallow soil and simple environment, that's all, never greedy.
And as noble as a gentleman, not arrogant, not vulgar.
The environment in which it grows is not necessarily superior, it grows in the wild only on the slope of the earth away from the sun, does not need fertile soil, humbly grows, hidden open, never publicized, no matter where it is in the innocence of survival.
In ancient times, some poor people or dignitaries up to today's ordinary people have its figure, people more to orchids character self-complaint, as a self-exhortation.
The orchid is the same as the plum.
Bamboo.
Chrysanthemum is called the Four Gentlemen of Flowers, not because of its beautiful form, but because the heart of the orchid is the most beautiful of the flowers! Mom sent me orchids, I carefully placed it in my desk, its shadow and fragrance when accompanied by me to incense me, I y understand my mother's love of children - orchids!
I love her beauty, I love her truth, can be our leisure resort, as long as you have such a state of mind, have such a love.
Some are only a green in the white buds, shy, attracting flowers and butterflies, play among them, skillfully paddling wooden pulp, just look at the lotus is very monotonous, and he raised some fish in the pond, come here to play in the people if there is a preference for fishing, as long as to pay a little fee, you can feel free to fish, and want to cookout, he also provides pots and pans for everyone to use.
Speaking, the men who love fishing have found a good position, take out the fishing gear, pull out the position to start their fishing competition, send silk cool, lotus root can eat, lotus seed is the best food in summer cool summer.
In short, with the lotus happy to play, lotus above the small hole, as if in the Jiangnan water town, the shade of a small river, catching the sky cloud brocade painting boat cool; some have grown into the palm of the hand, full of turquoise paved the sky, the air flowed with the fragrance of the lotus, Pavilion, people love!" The lotus flower exudes a fresh and elegant fragrance.
This blue sky.
" Surrounded by the world of lotus, but the water is not shallow.
Old Li chose a shallow lotus pond, greeted us on the raft, flying from one flower to another, and happily playing with the lotus flowers.
I was mesmerized.
Its leaves make tea, and that lotus leaf is a lovely turquoise color.
The mud root of jade and snow is untainted.
Think of the stone lake flowers just right, full of pools of turquoise leaves against the backdrop, they are not like a single stand alone to see the scenery of the white-clothed Vegetarian women, like high temperature and humidity of the lotus in the southern border of this hot and dry climatic conditions, as long as there is sufficient water, petals have fallen off the light, revealing the turquoise and green rosette, the lotus above the small holes, it seems to be a small mouth, is letting go of his throat to shout, frolicking in the midst of it, is pleasant to the eye. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was there.
Most women are not interested in fishing.
Ah.
When there is a wind blowing, you can still smell the fragrance they emit; those who are all open, like a girl in white and clean clothes dancing; and some, the petals have fallen out! ============================== Lotus is a symbol of the beauty of holiness, she out of the sludge and immaculate, sprinkle fragrance and natural unique, heart to heart, intimate, always feel that there is something missing.
When he was first contracted to this pond, it is to see the richness of the water here, perhaps the southern lotus transplanted here, full of turquoise water, but also grow well, as if a round umbrella open on the water surface, but also like a jasper disk on the water surface, the breeze over, and very useful.
Its leaves can make tea, do Chinese medicine, lotus root can eat.
This day, I and a few friends by car to the county more than 30 kilometers away from the Yi Ganerqi Reservoir side of the Lotus Pond plugs outside the lotus is also delicate Midsummer, the weather has been unbearably hot, intimate.
At this time, the right to be a parasol, carefully admiring those delicate blooming, buds waiting to be released, has opened into the lotus flowers.
A Song Dynasty poet's poem in praise of the lotus came to mind: "Lingbo Fairy quiet in the fragrance, beautiful.
The wind stopped, the "green sea" and calm down, holding out the spine, but not the male among the female.
Full pool of lotus, not as welcome as the plum blossom, not like the orchid as small and elegant, however.
In the beginning, only a small piece was planted as an attempt.
The water droplets on the surface of the leaves rolled drippingly, crystal clear, and felt that the lotus in front of me was a graceful lotus fairy dancing, casually stood in one place, lifted his eyes and looked around, only they still look so refreshing, and felt that it was still so cool.
Xiaoho essay network zww.cn, you can also contribute I also love the lotus, love her easy-going, everywhere for home, everywhere beautiful character, ask the world and how many flowers can do this.
Look at the peony, delicate and plump, as if the royal favorites, more like Yang Guifei, can only be seen from afar and do not dare to look close.
Then look at the rose, well-fed is well-fed, but with thorns, like the poignant love, or sad love, or sad woman, so people can not think of a trace of warmth.
And short-lived flowers, aloof and unusual, never open during the day, you have to look at her at night, and the beauty is so short, there is a Chinese idiom dedicated to her: "short-lived flowers".
Lotus is different, from the remote mountains to the city's gardens, from the village pond to the motherland's famous lake, from the small farmhouse to the rich and powerful people's flower pool, everywhere you can appreciate her, as long as you give her soil, give her water, give her to say that the temperature of the past, she settled down, will not care about your wealth, will not care about the size of your reputation, will not be because of the fertilizer and chatter, and will not grow out! thorns or open at night.
If you like, you can also pick a branch and hold it in your hand, or put it in a vase, and when the lovers see it, they will surely marvel at it.
Xiaohuo essay network zww.cn No wonder countless poets appreciate them, love them, write poems for them, you look at those different generations, different personalities, with different experiences, emotions of the celebrities which do not fall on her side.
Song Zhou Dunyi a "Love Lotus Said" will be famous for ages, the sentence "I only love the lotus silt and not stained," won the praise of how many noble people, won the number of people with the same feeling of strong **** Ming.
Then look at the great poet Li Bai praised the lotus, in his eyes, the lotus has become a gorgeous woman, in the sun's illumination at once exudes an incomparable splendor, exceptionally attractive, with the "blue lotus born in the spring, the sun is bright and fresh," the poem describes the inadequate.
Of course, there are many other poems written about the lotus, such as Yang Wanli's "endless blue lotus leaves in the sky, reflecting the sun, lotus flowers," the lotus has become the maker of the summer landscape; for example, the Lefu poem, "Jiangnan can pick the lotus, the lotus leaves," the lotus life Interests of the lotus appeared on paper; for example, Wang Changling "Lotus Song" "Lotus leaf skirt a color cut, hibiscus to the face of the two sides of the open", I think the lotus should be poets have seen the beauty of the woman; for example, Shi Tao "Lotus" "Lotus five inches of Lotus delicate, sticking to the wave does not impede the painting of the boat rocking", lotus The lotus flower has become the poet's wife, but also so gentle and virtuous.
They are from different perspectives, different aspects of the lotus to show us the moving, but also the poet's appreciation of the feelings sent in, but also a thousand years of praise.
In fact, regardless of personal preference, or the charm of the lotus itself, as well as countless poets on its attachment, the lotus have to become my favorite.
Distributed to me scattered, dun not rake, pleasing to the eye.
And the mischievous dragonflies, flapping their wings, flying from that flower to another flower, budding ...
300 words essay If I live in the flowersAt night, holding a cup of warm coffee, standing on the balcony, looking up at the sky, there are no stars, the rain pulls away from the night's open mind, I went into the garden of the soul ...... Memory Carnation Fragrance Stepping into the green meadow, I smelled a burst of carnation fragrance, which is the memory of my mother's taste.
Full of carnations, the afterglow of memory flashes.
That is the intertwining of love and hate, that is the reality of sadness and happiness, that is the garden full of fragrance walking together holding hands.
The pair of rough hands holding the tender little hand, a dozen spring and fall for her to cover the wind and rain.
From time to time, the harshness is also the flow of love.
That is the carnation spitting fragrance, caressing these flowers, in the rich carnation aroma, fell that belongs to the carnation of gratitude.
Carnation love, planted in my heart, blooming in memory.
That kind eyes, that familiar face, that memory of carnation fragrance ...... mauve forget-me-nots into the mauve air, there is no breath, just a simple flavor of the sun, warm and comfortable.
As that innocent friendship, very simple, without any worries, just the sincere feelings of children.
The small purple flowers contain the contradictions and misunderstandings between friends.
The purple forget-me-not is the smile of encouragement when disappointed, the best companion when depressed, and the promise of never leaving.
We are young and tender, walking together, two pairs of feet connected to the dream, smiling at the sun, walking together to the sun.
Looking at this piece of purple, with the melody of the wind thinking, the heart silently read: "Friends, mauve forget-me-not incense accompanied by you and me, forever ......" mauve forget-me-not accompanied by the mauve mood in the heart of the mauve forget-me-nots, that mauve forget-me-nots ah! ~ The fragrance of orchids still walking in the garden of the soul, passing a small house, a burst of ethereal orchid fragrance out of the window, I stayed here, in the fragrance of the flowers, the heart is also intoxicated, beating gently.
Into the small house will see a pavilion of orchids, beautiful! Quite a gentleman, elegant and fresh.
Looking at the beautiful orchid, it reminds us of our honorable and lovely teachers, who used their youth to achieve a bright future for us; they used their love to give us great strength; they used their bright smile to give us the impetus to move forward.
The fragrance of orchids has filled the heart.
Quietly buried the orchid seeds of love, in return for that great feeling of teachers.
The secret of the corner of the wall out of that small house, looking at the corner of the wall has opened a snow-white rose.
Some shyness in the green leaves, that belongs to my secret, that is the pure love, is the flower season whispers, is the girl's fairy tale, is a beautiful memory.
No lies, no deception, no hypocrisy.
Very pure love, that aroma is light and far away, is a long-lasting fragrance.
The pure love of two simple children.
The wonderful interlude of the flowering season, so in the heart of the purest place to plant the seedlings of love.
Finally, one day, it quietly bloomed in a corner.
That fragrance is the youthful ignorance, is the flower season can not say the secret, is the heart of the eternal joy.
Those beautiful, Rose knows ...... back to the origin of memory, standing in the center of the garden, looking at this record of the beautiful flower field, I raised my head and smiled.
Close the door of the garden of the soul, open your eyes, the coffee in the hands has been cold, but the heart is hot.
The rain stopped, there were still no stars, but it didn't matter anymore! Looking at the black night, I smiled ......
My hometown has a happy bridge, it is built of cement, the bridge is more than 20 meters long, the sides of the bridge is the sidewalk, the middle is a wide highway, four big cars drive side by side does not seem crowded.
The bridge railing is made of lapis lazuli, each railing plate is carved with exquisite patterns, some like the sky of white clouds, some like a fan, some like a beautiful flower, there are also nine dragons playing beads ...... bridge on each side of the railing on each side of the 16 lapis lazuli lions, these lions are lifelike.
They each have their own posture, some look back at each other, seems to be in the affectionate greeting; some open mouth, eyes blinking greatly, showing a kind of quite God look, as if to say: "You see, I am how handsome ah!
"These lions are so cute! Every two ends of the bridge each has two magnolia lamp posts, as if guarding the hometown of the guards, whenever the night falls, these lights are all lit, reflected in the water, sparkling, beautiful! On the bridge, all kinds of vehicles flow endlessly.
Under the bridge, motorized boats come and go, transporting all kinds of goods to distant places.
I stood on the bridge, the cool wind in the face, it is refreshing, hand touching the stone lions on the railing, can not help but say: "bridge workers how skillful craft ah! "Ah, happy bridge to the people of his hometown has brought infinite happiness!
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