Sentences describing the fireworks in March

Introduction: March, a season permeated with poetry and flavor, surging in the heart of the passion and those blooming in the sunshine flowers intermingled, as if wandering in the beginning of the year season, novelty and beauty **** exist. The following is my collection, welcome to read!

1, Jiangnan is Jiangnan, some days ago, also rustling snow fall, spring season to, everything catalyzes the birth, look around, the world is full of soft and tender green. Jiangnan good, the scenery of the old once familiar, the sunrise river flowers red hot, spring river green as blue, can not remember the south of the river? --Although the great poet Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty lived in Chang'an for a long time, he could not forget Jiangnan. Jiangnan's peaks, Jiangnan's green wave, Jiangnan's grass and trees, Jiangnan's scenery, all evoking Bai Juyi's infinite memories of Jiangnan and deep attachment. The idea to the depths, thoughts fly, can not help but write down this popular "Memories of Jiangnan".

2, fireworks in March, dreaming of Jiangnan - green trees and flowers in the courtyard deep, is Jiangnan; springs and streams murmuring flow, is Jiangnan; wind and moon songs, night and day Qinhuai, is Jiangnan; twenty-four bridges under the moon night, jade people under the moon to get a hole xiao; xiao sound urge people to return to the West Lake Thin, is Jiangnan; Gusou outside the city to listen to the Zen bells, the mountains and rivers clear moonlight, is Jiangnan; lilacs in the empty knot in the rain of sorrow, soaking wet! rainy alley umbrellas, is for Jiangnan; crescent moon, the night cold river quiet mountains, is for Jiangnan; white embankment soft willow as if smoke, broken bridge snow love obsession, is for Jiangnan?

3, March 15 of the lunar calendar, came to Yangzhou City. Yangzhou is quiet, no high-rise, not too many people bustling. This piece of heaven and earth, and many cities in the Yangtze River Delta are different, it seems to be isolated from the world. The warmth of the spring sun and the shade of the river make you feel like wandering. Most of the houses and other buildings have curved eaves. The combination of nostalgia and modern flavor, but also in the dusk when the lights are lit, the inner expression of the delicate city.

4, has not liked the lingering Jiangnan tune, but very much like the song March fireworks, feels like a beautiful ink painting, in front of me slowly open. In a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, the sky is drizzling with a fine spring rain, in a deep alley out of a beautiful girl, clean, slim, fair complexion, wearing a blue and white porcelain cheongsam, hanging behind the head of a black shiny braid, holding a small lavender umbrella, the other hand holding a white handkerchief.

5, Slim West Lake, a long lake such as the rope, the second because of the beauty of the clear and beautiful. Thirty-six West Lake in the world, unique thin West Lake. At dusk, the setting sun hanging in the air, the scenery and the night of the moon should be no similarity. But climbed the bridge, see the lake willow color, water and flower shade, white tower clear clouds. View of the eight sides of the scene, think of the prosperity of the six dynasties. Twilight, spring and summer, let people linger. Along the way, peonies blossom. This will be away from the grass and peony like, but belongs to the herb, goodbye, and do not compete with others. Let it send you out of the garden. Looking back at the pavilion bridge waterway, like the skirt of the ancient woman, is waiting for the moon, dancing.

6, the grass is green, the sky is blue, the spring breeze and green shore of Jiangnan; wind with love, water with a smile, fishing song ripples ten miles Lan; willow Qian Qian, water long, the end of the eyes, a piece of white clouds is a distant sail; apricot wine, peach blossom fan, three pools of the moon, willow bank; thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, pavilions, clear dew Xia Yan, Yuyu Lanxuan. If you walk in Jiangnan at this time, that full of flowers in the mountains, you will show a world of beauty; that cloud-like foothills, not only charming your eyes, but also your `heart rendering to brilliant. Jiangnan, shallow dipped in ink meaning, such as smoke is generally misty, such as a dream is generally psychedelic. Green smoke curls cloud water warm, wind ripples up Wu Nong soft language; flower swaying, butterfly dancing, a good piece of warbler song and dance of Jiangnan.

7, Yangzhou, as a woman of ancient charm, can be slowly read. She was raised in the boudoir, but that one inch of land, not as well as the ground. Private garden forest corridor is today's overpass, so that she has seen a lot of knowledge. Yangzhou such a woman, through all kinds of prosperity and defeat, only faded powder and sadness, clear and gentle. When the night comes to leave, there are fireworks set off. Bright moon night, March Yangzhou spring has ended, the bridge lake smoke has not yet born. Today's shallow line, only for it to meet again.

8, the same hometown feelings, the same thoughts, your hometown thoughts, whether it is also like the white moon Canyuan, always dreaming of home. Poetry and picturesque Jiangnan water town, Bo deep your wisdom, moisturize your face, so that you add the delicate tenderness of the small bridges and rivers, without losing the boldness and straightforwardness of the northern people. Your clear posture and rhyme is just like the Slim West Lake next to the graceful willow, your warmth and elegance is just like the corner of the eaves of the plain cottonwood.

9, folded a thousand paper cranes, riding the warm spring breeze, thousands of miles, March, under Yangzhou. Lingding stands above the twenty-four bridges. Head up, light smoke and rain, pavilions; look down, green poplar and spring willow, orchestra painting barge. Smell, lilac dot, fresh and quiet, listen, pheng song zheng music, just like a melody. A cluster of flowers open, a row of peony fragrance.

10, fireworks in March under Yangzhou! March, God-like longing, Xianfan are not exempt from the love. Poetry immortal Li Bai is not also to its retrospective? The old man's farewell is not also with some sadness. I just this commoner is the pursuit of love, but the world, the most will not be missing this so-called commoner! March rain and smoke, just like Xu Xian and the White Lady of the West Lake first encounter, why meet, have not been acquainted, have not been acquainted with the thought. This soft love envies the world geometric men and women to aspire to, to be sentimental.

11, the ancient and modern absolute love, the plot is wonderful as a fold. March winds of fireworks, Yangzhou blue sky cloud thin, this is a sentimental season, this is a stunning stunning. Three thousand surplus plane mirrors, thousands of willow branches slender waist, that is a good place to meet, that is a buried love of the treasure. Thousands of trees compete for spring color, the breeze contains dew with fragrance, this is a picturesque park, this is a poetic atmosphere. A song of Xiaoxiang meets a person of destiny, and the ancient path of the long pavilion tells of love, that is a song of encounter and harmony, and that is the end of a love affair. This is a subtle change, this is an inevitable ladder.

12, Jiangnan smoke and rain, smoke and rain Jiangnan. Walking in Jiangnan, unknowingly, the misty general rain will be wet your clothes, wet your hair. Apricot blossoms, smoke and rain Jiangnan, as the name suggests, Jiangnan is full of apricot blossoms, dense smoke and rain Jiangnan. However, in this early spring, not only apricot blossoms, and that peach blossoms, cherry blossoms, pear blossoms, and begonias? Groups of flowers, all rushed together. After the rain, that a tree white, a tree tender pink, a tree beautiful purple, a tree red, all wantonly bloom, have grabbed your eyes, let you enjoy a visual feast.