I like all kinds of bright flowers in spring, but I prefer the reed flowers in my hometown, because they remind me of my wonderful childhood and my lovely hometown. Whenever I think of and see reed flowers, I always feel a heartache.
3. Late autumn is the season when reed flowers are in full bloom. At present, the endless white, light and soft reed flowers are floating in the wind from Chi Pan. The wind is blowing, the reeds are shaking, and the reeds are flying like snowflakes, which makes me moved, but it makes me unpredictable.
Reed flowers floated into people's homes from windows and landed on tables, chairs and stoves. The reeds that fell in the corner gathered into a fluffy ball, and a gust of wind blew, opening and closing, reminiscent of a sentence by Su Shi describing Huayang in the Song Dynasty, "I am sleepy and charming, but I want to open and close again."
In August and September, reeds began to bloom. Hairy reeds are white from a distance, but there are various colors nearby, including milky white, red and light blue. A breeze is blowing, and the reed flowers are like fine cotton wool, swaying in the sun and looking like white waves. The small village floats on this white wave.
6. Lu Hua is like that lady, quiet and elegant, full of aura, and colorful under the sunshine. This reed flower is pure, elegant and elegant. She is above the low level, refuses kitsch, and there is pride in obedience. She was drunk in the autumn wind with infinite resilience, even drunk by generations of poets, and was praised by poets of all ages.
7. The boat passed quietly, and ripples surrounded a large yellow reed and clusters of reed flowers. This flower, white and high above, seems to be dyed. They are as light as fluff, slightly draped on reeds, and indulge in this beautiful scenery unscrupulously. There is always a feeling that even the slightest wind will easily take them away.
8. As the sun sets, the glow of the pond shines. And I will always sit quietly by, looking at the endless, snow-white reed flowers. Forget time, forget place, forget yourself. When the breeze gently blows over the water, the reeds just dance with the wind. Occasionally, a few dragonflies stopped on the tidbits, and I watched quietly. Look, look, I seem to be in it. I myself turned into a dragonfly, flew to this boundless reed pond, stopped on the tidbits, and let the reed touch me gently.
9. Pick a reed flower and snuggle up to your face. Soft and itchy. It is really comfortable. Mature reed flowers are like cotton candy, clusters of down. When the breeze blows, the soft white feather floats up, like a small parachute, up and down, up and down, fluttering leisurely, hovering over the whole village, and the whole village is wrapped in a soft reed flower.
10, take them to distant places ... With such a gentle stroke, the reed flowers began to tremble. Inadvertently, the flowers scattered, dancing their own melody under the fiery red background, and so they floated all over the floor. They fly like light snow in winter, but they are more elegant than snow; They are flying, such as mini umbrellas, but they are more lovely than umbrellas; They fly like fallen leaves in autumn, but they are lighter than fallen leaves. Floating leisurely and freely, they will become companions and friends with the wind drifting into the stream; Floating into the sky will be the only white cloud; Floating back to the reeds will be decorated with white snow.
2. What are the sentences describing Luhua? The sentence describing the reed flower is as follows: 1. Whenever the sun goes down, it is also the most beautiful moment of reed flowers.
At this time, the sunset glow burns warmly on the horizon, and the beautiful sunset glow sets off the white of reeds. Occasionally passers-by will always wake up the birds parked in the depths of the reeds, so the frightened birds suddenly fly away and disappear into the depths of the sunset, attracting passers-by to smile. 2. Reed flowers shake quietly in the sunset glow.
Shake down the young geese and land on the petals of wild chrysanthemums. Running water, dead branches, autumn, where is the return journey? The blades of grass tremble gently, gently: afraid of waking up, dormant insects; Young geese afraid of flying and perching.
The sky is high and clear: one, two, three.
White clouds floated by. The night is quiet and bright.
The bright moon painted the river silver; The reeds by the river are lush, and some are shimmering. A breeze blew, and the reed leaves swayed together, graceful; Like thousands of graceful ancient dancers, wearing clothes and feathers, dancing.
4. Speaking of reed flowers, many people may not know that they are actually clusters of white flocs on reeds, which are not outstanding in appearance, unattractive in color, and attractive without fragrance. I often hear that people appreciate chrysanthemums, plum blossoms and peach blossoms ... but I seldom hear of people who appreciate late autumn reeds.
However, Luhua doesn't care if anyone looks at it. A quiet life is a blessing. At this time, the reed flowers have begun to open. From a distance, white reed flowers are like snow and floc, floating in the sea of reed with the wind. Not far away, the tender buds of sorghum red are like fire against the dense green reeds and sunshine.
The winding river is like a jade belt wrapped under a green gauze skirt of reeds. Hundreds of waterfowl, such as egrets and black-billed gulls, roam freely in the pond not far away. When we approach, they keep wandering and always keep a certain distance from us.
6. It's time for reeds to bloom again. The cool breeze opens the lock of the season and the box of memory.
When the bright moonlight crossed the treetops and poured into the window, my thoughts fell on the Xisha River not far from the village entrance. There seems to be a familiar voice calling me among the reeds thousands of miles by the river. I thought, there must be a wonderful scene there.
7. On the night when the moon was clear and the girl Lu Hua was dancing, I found the footprints in my dream, came to the ferry and stood up. The wind is continuous, and there are some coolness in the warmth; The scenery remains the same, but without you.
No longer think about it-in the afternoon, we put the white lamb on the river slope rich in aquatic plants; No longer think-the duckling in the river, fiddling with the bright spring morning. If I can have a moment to smile at each other in the future, I will be very satisfied and deeply satisfied.
Looking at the reeds in full bloom, I can't help but look forward to it. The blooming reed flowers dance with the wind.
Casually, wandering in the wind, swaying in the wind, graceful in the wind, beautiful in the wind, colorful in the wind. Fluttering reed flowers, like passionate seeds, like dandelions dancing with the wind.
One by one, one by one, get together or leave. In the sky, it rises with the wind, sweeps with the wind and flies all over the sky.
Like snowflakes in winter, flying all over the sky, wanting to return to the sun. 9. Reed flowers are light in the sun and shadows in the sun; Dancing with the wind in the moonlight, falling in love in the moonlight.
Reed flowers, like nylon towels of feather fans, swing to the middle, reed flowers drift away and spread. Sprinkle the graceful cherry blossoms and the breeze.
Hold your head high proudly, hold your head high. Wandering this deep feeling, publicizing this blooming blossoming.
10. I stood on the river bank and looked at the pond from a distance. The pond was covered with reeds, which withered the leaves. Reed stands on the reed and looks top-heavy. I'm a little afraid of reeds falling on reeds, which twist their lithe waist posture in the breeze. 1 1. I often can't help but cherish my mood, pick a few white reed flowers, hold them in my hand, study them carefully and like them.
Or, gently stick them on your little face, close your eyes and snuggle up gently, feeling so comfortable and soft ... In late autumn, the men in the village will wave discerning sickles, cut off the mature reeds one by one, put them together and tie them neatly, and then lean against the pond.