Autumn will leave, and autumn harvest will be fruitful. The cold autumn day is full of lonely feelings, witnessing the bleak scene, and the sad feelings still exist. Who can pick up the yellow?
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The pace of cold and autumn is getting heavier and heavier. Fruitful fruits are covered with branches, and golden ears of rice are covered with heads. The autumn wind kissed the tip of the rice ear, making layers of Jin Lang roll and pushing the golden blue waves to swing. No matter how busy the harvest is, it can't hide the bleak and lonely meaning of autumn.
The autumn wind caressed the branches and soaked the air. Autumn rain is lingering, telling the cool breath of autumn, leaving flowers and leaves all over the ground, conveying that winter is coming. Looking at the boundless sky, the stars are thin and the moon is bright, and Bai Yueguang is gentle and bright. Wen Ya embraced the earth and put on a white dress for the world. Against the shadow of the moon, I don't know who scattered pieces of yellow dust, such as covered with shallow acacia leaves, staring sadly at the branches and knots that gave it care.
If missing is the strongest rope in the world. It will be tightly tied in the hearts of two people, tied into a concentric knot, committed to life and death, why find marriage? Why does autumn always bring a touch of autumn, but when I am mature, I am deeply buried in silence and miss the yellow that will not belong to me soon? In the cycle of the world, the world lives for the purpose of life, and the meaning of living is to fight for the cause. In the world of mortals, if you want nothing, wouldn't it be beautiful? How happy it is to be able to put aside minor injuries and worries! Who did the yellow scattered on the dust fall for? Are there any signs of heartache for each other? Looking forward to breaking the wishful dream, tears flow like a river. Autumn wind is full of technical makeup, and everything is yellow. Sowing in the wind in autumn, sowing in the rain, irrigating the yellow that has not left!
The autumn night is silent, and the stars see through my chaotic thoughts and inner struggles. The bright moon radiates bright Bai Yueguang, dispels faint thoughts and emerges faint sadness. The dim whisper of deja vu, the loneliness and melancholy of deja vu. Crossing the sea of thinking, the soul disappears, dancing with the bright moon, and memories are scattered. I don't know why, under the silent curtain, the tree floated down like a golden leaf, waving goodbye to the care that accompanied the journey of life! Leaning against a branch
The yellow leaves blown by the wind are happily bathed by the sun and touched by the moonlight. After germination,
The process of growth and maturity. Accompany each other in the song played by the wind and rain, and complete the journey of withering and yellowing.
Xishui
A transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.
In spring, your eyes are gorgeous;
In summer, your eyes are thick green;
In autumn, your eyes are clear;
In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.
You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; And left me as a child.
Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy. ...
You are an ancient song in our life-
You see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play funeral music;
You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside;
You heard it too: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land. ...
Without you, who will leave us with natural colors;
Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us?
Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.
When I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far.
Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother!
The sea is dark blue. The sea is boundless sky, the sky is silent sea, I think I am the sea, and my dream is that I look around the sky.
A ripple, another ripple, set off the waves of the sea, woven into a pearl-like dazzling poem. The wind has passed without trace and the body is as light as water. The waves in May, beating against the beach that should be calm, are faintly audible. Those voices that penetrate the sea, surrounded by the sea breeze, sing softly behind them. In my memory, it is the shadow of the sea, mixed with the smell of sea breeze: thick or light, deep or shallow, high or low. Waves rippling, the other side, boundless, deep, vast ... aimless and erratic thoughts. The sea is deep blue, the depth is prolonged, and the sea breeze is blowing gently. ...
It has four golden petals. Osmanthus fragrans shines with the brilliance of Huang Chengcheng. Osmanthus fragrans is like the seventy-two changes in the Monkey King in all aspects. Some are like greeting us, others are like lovely animals, gentle and lovely, and constantly emitting fragrance. Some are like a family flying kites ... these sick animals.
These little osmanthus flowers can actually smell the whole world and the nose of ants. These little osmanthus flowers are incredible.
In the morning, the weather is clear and sunny, which makes people feel refreshed. Looking at the beautiful osmanthus behind the house, it is refreshing to walk.
The night is getting deeper. I like this night, it silences all the noise of the day, it is heavy and real. Day and night, simple and clear. Yes, light a cigarette and listen to a piece of light music, and my thoughts will pass through the years with those curling smoke. Those sunny childhood, wearing dust, simple and simple.
Many things flow like this, like a quiet river. Through the field, through the bluestone road, came to the door, the pot of water has been boiled. I added firewood, and my youngest sister was in the kitchen, busy making crispy meat. Time is tight, so we must pretend that nothing happened until mom comes back from the market. It is a simple happiness, just like humming a song. What is a simple note that cannot be understood? I just want my happiness.
There are so many unhappiness in life, often because you think too much, care too much and care too much. In fact, happiness is everywhere If you are as simple as a child, it may be easier to find happiness.
For example, a sentence can also make you happy: "I also think the simplest thing is the most convenient way to get there." You exist quietly elsewhere, and I'm here to tell you that after August, September will come. It's hot in summer and cool in autumn. "
Because of simplicity, because of indifference, the words that flow out are all relieved. Only when you love life, know how to live, know how to let go and know how to look for it, will you enjoy such a faint happiness in your heart.
The blue sky sets off the white clouds, and the rainbow only appears after the rain. This means that everything is meaningful, and only by getting rid of difficulties is your own effort! Every day, I live the same life ... even if I am unhappy and happy, it is still a day. Anyway ... live well, no matter what happens!
The person who once loved himself left himself, and he/she didn't know how to cherish until he/she lost it ... he/she is the best!
Fight bravely for your love ~ ~ ~
1) Life is like a river flowing eastward. It originated in the highest place, and ice and snow were his predecessors. He gathered many small streams, synthesized a powerful Hong Tao, and ran down. He zigzagged through the cliff, washed down a layer of sand and accumulated soil, rolled away happily and bravely, enjoying everything that happened along the way; Sometimes, when confronted with the frontal resistance of rock and rock, I rushed up angrily, roared and whirled, and the waves fluctuated until I passed by and fell off this steep cliff. Sometimes, through the thin flat sand and the grass in the sunset, he saw the red peach blossoms on the shore. He was happy and shy, flowing quietly, singing in a low voice, and spent this romantic journey gently; Sometimes, when he encounters a storm, it will stimulate his mind and soul, and it will thunder. The strong wind blew him up and the heavy rain hit him. He was temporarily turbid and uneasy, but after the rain cleared, it only gave him a lot of new strength; Sometimes he will meet the sunset glow and the new moon, shine on him, cast a shadow on him, and bring some faint warmth in the cold: he just wants to rest and sleep, but the power of progress still urges him to move forward ... (Bing Xin talks about life)
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Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching. Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed. The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft. Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, still flashing. "Blowing your face doesn't make you cold", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off his crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Zhu Ziqing's Spring
Life is like a river flowing eastward, it originates from the highest place, and ice and snow are his predecessors. He gathered many small streams, synthesized a powerful Hong Tao, and ran down. He zigzagged through the cliff, washed down a layer of sand and accumulated soil, rolled away happily and bravely, enjoying everything that happened along the way; Sometimes, when confronted with the frontal resistance of rock and rock, I rushed up angrily, roared and whirled, and the waves fluctuated until I passed by and fell off this steep cliff. Sometimes, through the thin flat sand and the grass in the sunset, he saw the red peach blossoms on the shore. He was happy and shy, flowing quietly, singing in a low voice, and spent this romantic journey gently; Sometimes, when he encounters a storm, it will stimulate his mind and soul, and it will thunder. The strong wind blew him up and the heavy rain hit him. He was temporarily turbid and uneasy, but after the rain cleared, it only gave him a lot of new strength; Sometimes he will meet the sunset glow and the new moon, shine on him, cast a shadow on him, and bring some faint warmth in the cold: he just wants to rest and sleep, but the power of progress still urges him to move forward ... (Bing Xin talks about life)
In every pond, there is the smell of the ocean. In every stone, there is a shadow of desert. So the poet said: a clover, plus my imagination, is a vast grassland. Walking in the field of autumn moon, I remembered a poet's inquiry to old Tolstoy: Does everything/maturity/hang its head? Yes, every step we have taken will become the past, whether it is a happy meeting or a painful parting, but please believe that every song we have sung will not disappear in an instant, whether it is eager expectation or affectionate memories, as rosa luxemburg said: "Wherever I go, as long as I live, the sky, clouds and the beauty of life will be with me!" A narrow and selfish mind will become its own hell, while a broad and cheerful mind will become a paradise for others. There is only one layer between hell and heaven. And all the flames of jealousy always start with burning yourself. An old writer told me, "How long has your foot been trampled?" ? But don't regret it, as long as you step on the truth, whoever steps on it will have depth. "When you finally win the flower of success, don't you miss the intersection of the past? Don't you miss the old wood in the luxurious house you rebuilt successfully? It sometimes takes many years to trust someone. Therefore, some people have never really trusted anyone all their lives. It's meaningless if you only trust those who can please you. If you believe everyone you meet, you are a fool; If you trust someone without hesitation and in a hurry, you may be betrayed by the person you trust so quickly; If you trust a person only for some superficial need, then annoying suspicion and betrayal may follow immediately; But if you dare not trust someone who is worthy of your trust, you will never get the sweetness of love and the warmth of the world, and your life will be bleak. Trust is a feeling of life, trust is also a noble emotion, and trust is the bond between people. You have an obligation to trust another person unless you can prove that that person is not worthy of your trust; You also have the right to be trusted by another person, unless you are proved to be untrustworthy.
Xinding quandong
Everyone has a clear spring in his heart, which washes your soul and nourishes your life. Just because of the complexity of daily trivial life, it masks her beautiful voice and blurs her clarity and transparency.
The night is quiet, and nature is silent. At this moment, you can remove the heavy mask, remove the fence of the heart garden and really look at yourself. In the depths of life, you finally hear a leisurely and crisp voice. This is a poem of truth, goodness and beauty. Like a shower, like a spring breeze, soft and meaningful.
The moon is hidden and the stars are present, and the wind is light. At this time, you can face up to your naked conscience and get out of the secular fan box. At the height of your soul, you finally feel an inevitable rhythm. This is a true, good and beautiful song! Like the bright moon, like the autumn sun, indifferent and quiet.
When traveling against the wind, whenever you look back at the bumps and mud behind you, one after another, one after another, your heart will suddenly surge ... finally you realize that life does not believe in tears, and failure does not mean killing success! There is no eternal luck in the world to make you complacent forever. What are the eternal misfortunes in the world to make you miserable forever?
The glory of life is not ordinary, but mediocre! So think more about when the spring breeze is proud, as long as you don't betray the original intention of beauty; When you are embarrassed and frustrated, look forward to it a little more, as long as you don't make up a bitter dream that you don't wake up!
Put out jealousy like fire with your heart, wash away vanity like dust with your heart, and life will be infinitely relaxed. Whispering hearts clearly tell you that people's hearts are not as sinister as you think, and life is not as gloomy and heavy as you render!
Stay away from despicable fights, avoid worldly disputes, approach Ding Dong's heart and listen to Ding Dong's heart. ...
Relive the good mood; Soothe a tired heart; Looking back on the cold life.
Listen to your heart and let your thoughts go deep and pure; Listen to your heart and make your life richer and more vivid.
mournful winds and monotonous rains
I really want to get caught in a rain, and I really want the rain to wash away that memory. Maybe the rain will wake me up. The feeling of raindrops hitting the face will make people confused whether it is tears or rain, so I can say: boys don't cry!
Rain gently and softly sprinkled on the earth, washed away all the dirty dust on the earth, giving people a clean feeling, but the cold rain could not wash away my gray mood! I walked out of the noisy street, and the world of lights was so far away from me. I walked to the middle of the avenue and stood there, only the sound of rain before and after, and people didn't know where to hide. Great! Holding an umbrella, I feel so soft and warm that I can hardly breathe. There have been scenes, and one shot after another seems to have been discussed a long time ago, slowly passing by my eyes in the rain, slowly passing by. ...
Rain fell from the sky on the umbrella and wet my cold body. I just stood there, I don't know how long I've been standing, and I don't know if I'm tired. I can no longer choose to stare at you with such a sad look, and my feeling of happiness has turned into heartache! I can't see whether the rain is horizontal or oblique, and my umbrella doesn't know which direction to cover. An umbrella, a person, walking in the wind and rain is so lonely! Then turn around silently and leave that corner. It's just a quick glance, but it's enough for me to relive the whole day.
The rain stopped slowly, and the bleak autumn wind blew away the golden maple leaves all over the ground, turning them into tears and drifting away into clouds. My heart is lost, but I can't find it with the bleak autumn wind! Fall to the ground and become dust. Who, until what time, looks up at the rainbow that can only be seen in the sky, looks back at the wind and can't see the dust; Perhaps the water grows eastward, and things are different; Perhaps the fate of this brush has passed in retrospect! Perhaps my imagination is so rich that I forget that I am not a god; Maybe I was so stubborn that I forgot that God disposes. I am not a god, but I hope that the gods will be moved and God will be in charge, but I believe that God knows. Find a piece of pure land to plant roses and draw a blueprint instead of the sky. I hope that the four seasons will be free and the flowers will be gorgeous; I hope the autumn wind is like a song!
Life is like tea.
Drinking tea is a state of mind, feeling that the body and mind have been purified, filtering out impetuousness, and precipitating deep thinking. Tea is a kind of emotional appeal, a kind of silence that I want to talk about; A sadness of wanting to laugh; A kind of loneliness after the excitement of "a thousand red cups and a million beautiful kilns".
Tea is a collection of spring memories. You can feel the lazy sunshine in spring when you drink tea in any season. Sitting in a person's room, pouring a cup of tea and watching the tea turn will often give birth to many feelings: tea needs to be boiled to be fragrant, and life needs to be tempered to be calm. No matter who you are, if you can't stand the changes in the world, you may not be able to taste the fragrance of life. Look at that tea. When it first rushed into the water, it rolled back and forth in the water. Isn't it just like us who are new here? Hit the wall everywhere, black and blue.
If so, I like tea. Whether casual or arty, although we still dare not say "taste" but only "drink", we have gone from just drinking tea to "smelling" the fragrance of tea, and now we can't live without tea for a day.
Life without tea really feels dull and boring.
As far as I am concerned, I like to make a cup of green tea on a lonely rainy night, sit by the window alone, watch the fallen leaves fall, listen to the sound of rain knocking on the window lattice, taste the shallow bitterness in the dense tea fog and faint tea fragrance, and think about the deep and faint thoughts. ...
Gently shake the teacup in your hand, look at the faint green tea or needles or tablets, up and down, around, ups and downs, changing different postures, trying to find a best balance point of your own. I am in a hurry and often can't wait for the tea to be ready, so I gently blow the cup to drive the tea vortex, watching the tea gather and disperse, but I can't help but separate. After sipping his tea, Ren's shallow bitterness rippled between his tongues, filling his teeth and throat. After that, I took a deep breath, and the fragrance spread all over my lips, washing away all the fatigue and indifference. People seem to be drunk, hazy, and unwilling to wake up for a long time.
That night, the fragrance of tea filled the room, and the tea in the cup changed from light to thick, floating and heavy, gathering and dispersing, and slowly realized in the bitter fragrance: life is like tea.
Ideal faith
Spring blossoms! If you have experienced winter, then you will have the scenery of spring! If you have faith, then spring will be far away; If you are giving, then one day you will have a garden full of flowers.
Choosing self-confidence means choosing to be open-minded and calm, choosing to stand still in front of fame and fortune, choosing to hold your head high in front of power, raising the sail of self-confidence and showing the style of fighting.
The power of faith lies in that even in adversity, it can help you raise the sail of progress; The charm of faith lies in that it can summon up your courage to live even in danger; The greatness of faith lies in that it can urge you to keep a lofty heart even if you encounter misfortune.
Endurance is an inconspicuous persistence; It is a kind of perseverance that is not afraid of wind and rain; It is a kind of loyalty that does not seek fame or profit.
The building stands tall because it has strong pillars, and ideals and beliefs are the pillars of the building of life; The cabin breaks the waves because there is a compass to indicate the direction, and ideals and beliefs are the compass of the ship of life; The train goes to Wan Li Road because there are rails to guide it, and ideals and beliefs are the rails on the train of life.
After the storm, it will be the color of Tianshui where seagulls swim. Out of the thorns, the road ahead is covered with flowers. When you climb to the top of the mountain, there is a misty sky under your feet. In this world, a star falls, and the starry sky cannot be dimmed; A flower withers, and the whole spring can't be wasted.
Faith is a bird with wings for people, and faith is the wing of flying.
With persistence, loneliness on the journey of life can pave a blue sky; With persistence, loneliness can be interpreted as a row of geese; With persistence, happiness can blossom in the garden.
Sailing in the vast sea, getting lost, sailors will be buried at the bottom of the sea; Trekking in the vast expanse next door, getting lost and traveling to the wilderness; Seek the light of hope in endless exploration, lose your way, and you will miss your success and regret it for life.
Only when we set out can we reach our ideal and destination. Only by working hard can we achieve brilliant success. Only sowing can reap. Only by pursuing can we live a decent life.
The true feelings of human beings
Motherly love is a bitter persuasion when you are confused; Motherly love is an earnest reminder when traveling; Motherly love is a kind smile when you are lonely and helpless.
Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in cold winter; Motherly love is a hot spring, which makes your feelings clear and quiet even if they are covered with the dust of years.
Motherly love is a drop of dew, kissing the dry soil. With its drizzle-like warmth and diamond-like persistence, it looks forward to the fertility of broken soil. Motherly love is not the freezing point of life, but a flowing river, which creates a beautiful emotional scene in our life.
Because of love, homeless people can return home; Because of love, a tired soul can be full of vitality as always. Longing for love is like starlight longing for each other to shine; Longing for love is like the song of the century, longing to be sung forever.
Missing is a song that allows you to read the rhythm in ordinary days; Missing is a kind of rain that makes you get wet in boring days; Missing is a piece of sunshine, which makes you clear in gloomy days.
Warmth is the floating spring rain; Warmth is the shadow of a smile written on the face; Warmth is a response without hesitation; Warmth is a meticulous cooperation.
"The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body" is about family relations; "It is enough to have a bosom friend in life, and treat each other with the same bosom" is about friendship; Love says: "Once the sea is short of water, it will always be amber"; "If you are selfish, the country will live and die. Why not avoid every cloud has a silver lining?" You are talking about loving the national conditions.
what is love ? Love is an inspiration, which can swell the sails of your life; Love is timely assistance; what is love ? Love is a smile that soothes your broken heart.
Love is a piece of sunshine shining in winter, which makes the poor feel the warmth of the world; Love is the spring in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again.
Friendship and mutual assistance
"Friends" can be understood as two moons sitting in the sky, caring for each other and illuminating each other. Endless light is the link and bridge connecting each other! The long journey of life is full of sadness and loneliness. People who have no friends live in darkness, and people who have no friends are real orphans.
Friends are the shade of trees in summer, which brings you a cool feeling; A friend is the scenery in life, and the journey will be eclipsed without him. A friend is someone who comforts you silently when you are frustrated, and a friend is someone who shares with you when you are happy. A friend is someone who reminds you when you are proud and encourages you when you feel inferior. ......
Friendship comes from love. Stretch out your supporting hands when you fall; Send a ray of comfort when you are sad; When you are lonely, bring a heart fragrance.
We wrote a book with friendship, a thick book. In the book: friendship is like a pearl, which we wear together to form a bright necklace; Friendship is like colorful silk, which we cut and sew together into gorgeous clothes; Friendship is like a flower. Let's spread it together and cultivate colorful flower beds. Friendship is like oil painting. We match colors and paint a beautiful picture.
Friendship should be sown with sincerity, cared for with understanding and watered with enthusiasm.
The fire of friendship warms a friend's broken heart, illuminates the lost direction, dispels the gloom in loneliness and ignites the new hope of the loser.
Society needs love and human beings need help. Maybe just a small stake can save a drowning person; Maybe just a thin blanket can warm a frozen person; Perhaps just a word, a warm hand, can call back the hope of the disappointed. Then why don't we do it? Don't go away, let's give our love together. One person is two people and three people are the masses. Isn't this kind of unity needed to build the future of the motherland?
Summer's Blood
Quiet summer nights and clear winds always give me a feeling of tranquility. The bright moonlight pours like soft water and clear light, which means peace and harmony. Moonlight is soft and transparent, light and elegant.
I like to use moonlight to precipitate my mood, such as water moonlight, which I can drink. Open the window, let the moonlight flow quietly on the skin, and the light and elegant charm and fresh emotional appeal naturally flow in the heart. If you practice moonlight, your mood will become clear and soft in the moonlight, and suddenly all kinds of touches and beauty in your life will be vivid.
Once, I snuggled up in my grandmother's arms and counted the stars, enjoying the clear and quiet moonlight in the countryside leisurely.
Once, in Jingjing campus, I had a heart-to-heart talk with my classmates in the clear moonlight, and I realized the beauty and sadness of the past.
Once, in the moonlight like water, you and I went boating on Taihu Lake, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the world in the shadow of paddle lights, moonlight and lake water. The clear lake and the ethereal piano sound made me indulge in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan, and I didn't know where to go.
The flowers on the wall are moving, and it is suspected that the jade man is coming. Zhang Sheng meets Yingying, waiting for the west wing of the moon, and the guqin passes on meditation, waiting for the beautiful woman under the moon. Classical beauty. The bright moon is dyed in the west window, and the faint thoughts are also filled.
In the fleeting time, the moonlight is beautiful in the classical meaning and today's romance, bringing people infinite meditation and carefree intoxication.
The clear moonlight attracted me. I put on my clothes and went out. I stepped on the moonlight like water and slowly walked into the garden. Gardenia flower bathed in moonlight, cold dew, like a curtain of Qingyuan dream. Bamboo shadows dance lightly with the rhyme, like water and moonlight passing through, reflecting the brightness of the bright moon. Everything is full of agility in the moonlight. Secular noise and impetuousness, hesitation and hesitation, all melt in this moonlight. Suddenly enlightened, suddenly enlightened.
Like moonlight, you can drink it. It's like water flowing by, you can feel it.
Stand quietly on the garden path and listen to the silence. ...
Spring is looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, blinking.
"Blowing your face doesn't make you cold", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off his crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green. The grass is too green to see your eyes clearly. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people are walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing wrinkled clothes and wrinkled hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family, old and young, came out from the city and the countryside. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring" has just begun, and there is a lot of work and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward.