The butterfly rests on a wild flower, its two spotted wings flap from time to time, and the net-like gold thread shines. Those light blue tentacles are as slender as brocade.
Colorful butterflies, with a light posture, shuttle back and forth among the endless stream of beautiful flowers, making the hills in early autumn more enchanting and beautiful!
Rhododendron in natural scenery
Rhododendrons are everywhere, giving off dreamy light in the sunset, which looks like a faint burning flame from a distance.
Rhododendrons are blooming all over the mountain, and colorful grass is dotted along the hillside. When in full bloom, the sea of flowers is like a pink veil and a milky white carpet.
Metaphor:
Like a magician, the clouds have become the sea of Wang Yang, graceful girls, colorful peacocks, a group of gentle and lovely sheep and dancing butterflies.
Autumn, golden season, harvest season, my eyes through the endless rice fields, through the fruit-laden orchard, where colorful leaves linger.
If the blackboard is a vast sea, then the teacher is a sailor on the sea. At the moment when the bell rings, you paddle the textbook parked in the harbor like a paddle with the teacher's whip. On the desk, problems piled up. Your posture is lifelike, like a flying bird, drawing a beautiful arc on the platform-ships pass by ... there is no cloud floating in the sky, just like your bright heart.
2. Hope comes from disappointment, and rise begins with worry. As a poet said, people who feel hungry must digest well, people who feel anxious must be efficient, and people who feel crisis must make rapid progress.
3, not wandering under the tree, not sinking in the rain, full of vitality, full of vitality, full of spring, full of sunshine, full of people, noisy and lively, weeping willows and green trees.
You chase after me, laugh and laugh, the environment is elegant and fragrant, the scenery is charming, and you can work hard and thrive in groups of three or five.
Think about it, don't cry in the dark. Look forward, don't look back, as long as you face it bravely and raise your head, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season. Looking ahead, there is still a bright day, and people will not feel confused.
4. The soft sunshine hangs obliquely on the branches and leaves of pine and cypress, which looks so quiet and solemn. On the green lawn and the white cement road, the footsteps are so light, but everyone's heart is so excited and thoughts are surging.
The ocean of life is not as blue as Xizi Lake. As time goes by, it is sometimes as calm as a mirror, sometimes the waves splash, and sometimes the waves soar into the sky ... People often become stronger after being tested by big winds and waves.
6. When you are immersed in warm air, birds and flowers, green mountains and green waters, fertile fields, you will be intoxicated; When you face the golden autumn season, you will be ecstatic. Have you ever thought that abundant spring scenery is heroic after severe cold baptism, but the beautiful scenery in autumn is the crystallization after melting in hot summer? ............... (He Tingting)
7. If you want to harvest fruits in the autumn, then in the early spring when the chill invades people, you should roll up your trouser legs and tirelessly open up wasteland, sow seeds and cultivate until the day of harvest.
8. Life is a winding path in the mountains, with bumps on the side and cliffs on the side. If you fall, cry if you want. What are you afraid of? Stop pretending! This is honesty, not weakness, because crying does not affect the road, but you can be careful. The mountains are full of flowers and the scenery is pleasant. If you are intoxicated, smile happily, don't pretend to be reserved! This is honesty, not pride, because smiling does not affect the road, but can increase self-confidence.
9. Love is the sunshine in winter. People who are hungry and cold feel the warmth of the world. Love is a clear spring in the desert, and people who are on the verge of despair have seen the hope of life; Love is a shower sprinkled on the long-term arid land, which makes the lonely and helpless people get spiritual comfort immediately. Mao Dan.
10, days always pass through your fingertips like spun yarn, and slip away inadvertently. Those sadness and misuse, with the waves gently faded, leaving the joy and smile, will always remain in the depths of memory.
1 1, the melancholy mood vanished. 12, faded memory. 13, another peaceful home is smoking.
14, some memories are burned, some memories are buried in the bottom of my heart, and the age of innocence is like flowing water across the golden age.
15, I want to melt in the pink peach petals and erase the worries in your heart all day. 16, I completely read my parents' hearts.
17, maternal love is a masterpiece that I can't finish reading all my life; Motherly love is the sky that I can never fly out. ..... Zhang Weiwei
18, when the yellow autumn leaves are swaying in the wind and floating out of the school gate in late autumn. In the moonlight, my father's shadow is very long, and my skinny father is wrapped in a huge windbreaker, and my heart is sour. Lin Jingying, ....................................
19, the true feelings in the world are like a big net, which warms people's hearts all the time, just like maternal love, which is endless.
20. Time is a poem, a philosophical poem of the richest man. Time is a camel carrying the dreams of countless people.
2 1, the fate of the ship lies in drifting; The fate of sails lies in chasing the wind and waves; The fate of life lies in grasping, grasping and believing that life can make you young and innocent. Gu Weiya.
22. Past events are like songs. In the journey of life, despite ups and downs and full of regrets, the beauty of youth has not been lost. Believe in yourself, there is always hope. Let's remember that sentence: I won't cry if I miss the sun, otherwise I will miss the moon and stars.
If you fail in life, please don't write sad tears on your face. Failure is also a gain. The most important thing in life is to have full courage and the courage to start a business.
24, once thought that a helpless cry, the memo is all the vicissitudes of the world; A small setback and a memo are all failures in life. When I was fourteen, I told me ...
25. The moonlight is quiet. Raindrops pattered on the hut. In the dim light, mother sewed the homeless clothes tightly. Suddenly, a cold wind squeezed into the window gap of the hut. My mother seemed to have caught a cold and coughed a few times with deep tiredness. I woke up in my dream and stared at my old mother under the lamp. ...
26. At night, the spring breeze blows gently. I sat on the colorful steps with my chin cupped, and another unforgettable thing came to my mind.
3 1. The feast of life should be like this! Whenever I am grateful for the trickle of life, God always gives me 10,000 flowing springs at once. I pay close attention to every note, and he always pours down the music of the whole horse like a pixel. The gift of life was originally given only to those who are willing to taste it.
32. The world is not "perfect" by nature. The degree of our unhappiness depends on the distance between reality and what they should be. Happiness will be much easier if we don't require everything to be perfect.
There is a wonderful journey between life and death, and this is life. This is a magical journey that should be full of dreams, imagination, knowledge, reality and understanding.
If you realize that life is a one-way street, you can never go through the same scenery again, then you should enjoy life wholeheartedly, which is the true meaning of happiness.
35. Throughout the ages, despite endless sadness about the nothingness of life, the teaching of persuading people to seize life and cherish time is even more earnest. Comparing the two, persistence is certainly much wiser than pessimism. Pessimism is a dead end. Thinking about the nothingness of life is still a constant thing in my life. There will never be a bright future, but it will kill the fun of life. It is better to put this nothingness in brackets and concentrate on doing a good job in the positive articles of life. Since there is only one life, what is desirable in the eyes of the world, whether it is success or happiness, will never be realized in this life, so why not pursue it with urgent mood and persistent efforts?
Raindrops are like thousands of paratroopers, jumping from the air and landing safely on the ground.
Raindrops are connected together like a big net and hung in front of my eyes.
The breeze blew, and the rain curtain tilted, like a line running towards vegetation and walls.
When it rains, the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants are condensed with glittering and translucent water drops.
Rain falls from the sky like thousands of silver lines, and rows of drained water drops fall from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain.
It's drizzling outside the window, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a small dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.
The rain beads rolled down the grass stem, one drop fell into the soil, and the other drop fell into the grass mouth, and it could not be found.
Raindrops fell on my head and body, and I stood on my back with my eyes closed and my mouth open. Suddenly I feel as if I have grown up a lot under the drizzle.
Thunder sounded and the heavy rain kept falling like a broken bead.
It rained cats and dogs, and the rain under the eaves gathered in the street to form a stream.
The heavy rain fell from the sky, and the dark sky seemed to collapse.
Wind chases rain, rain chases wind, wind and rain unite to chase dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is raining.
Rain, like thousands of silver wires, floated down from the sky.
The drizzle falls quietly,
Like countless silkworms spit out silver silk. Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black fields.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky and it rained cats and dogs in an instant.
Silky light rain fell from the sky, the raindrops were so small and the rain curtain was so dense that the mountains were covered with a layer of white gauze, like cicadas.
The rain is fine and cotton, like catkins floating in spring time and space.
Rain like fog, fog like rain, lingering.
In an instant, raindrops became lines, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky collapsed.
It rained lightly in the morning. Although it is sunny now, the road is still slippery. The autumn harvest crops in the fields on both sides brought rain. There are many kinds of strange rocks in Qian Shan, with beautiful scenery, high mountains and lush trees, valleys in the valleys, green mountains and green waters.
There are beautiful peaks on the summit, and nothing grows. The clouds are rolling and the peaks stand tall. Towering mountains stand in the Qianshan Wanling.
Yanwu jingwei
Everything is unfair, so why bother? An inch long, holding the wood forever. I am willing to calm the East China Sea, but I will not change my mind. There is no peace in the sea, and the heart is endless. Oh! Can't you see that there are many birds in the western hills, and magpies come to nest in Yan.
A political prisoner listens to cicadas.
Cicada sang in the western land and ordered me to make up my mind in my cell. However, it needs those songs with black wings to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind. Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? .
Plum blossom Wang Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
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The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight. You should know that pine trees are noble and noble before melting.
Mo mei Wang Mian
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
Zhu Shi Zheng Banqiao
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is east, west, north and south.
Lime lingering money
Thousands of hammers hit the mountain, and the fire burned us, not afraid of death. You should leave your innocence in the world.
"Painting Chrysanthemum" Zheng Sixiao
Flowers bloom without falling, and the interest of independent hedging is not bad.
It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.
Chrysanthemum Huang Chao
Waiting for September 8 of the lunar autumn,
Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
Chrysanthemum yellow super
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
Qinyuanchun wormwood
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.
Behold! Within and without the Great Wall, the boundless land is clad in white. And up and down the Yellow River, all the endless waves are lost to sight.
The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height.
It must be a sunny day, and it is particularly enchanting to see plain clothes wrapped in a red dress.
This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees.
Unfortunately, Qin Shihuang, Han Wudi, literary talent is slightly inferior; Emperor Taizong, Song Taizu, slightly less civil servants.
Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.
The past is the past, count the romantic figures and look at the present!
The sky is full of red clouds and golden waves. The red sun is like a melting pot of boiling molten steel, and generate shines with dazzling golden light.
In the morning, the sun is like a new wife who just went out, showing half her face shyly.
The sun went down, and its exceptionally bright light came out from the treetops, dyeing white clouds and green hills red.
Slowly, the sun shone through the clouds, revealing a face that had already swelled red, like a shy little girl looking at the earth.
Brilliant sunshine permeates through the gaps between leaves, through the fog in the morning, and continuously spreads all over the campus.
The sun is lower and red as blood. On the surface of the water, a striking broad light wave extends from the edge of the ocean to the side of the ship.
The sky was dyed blood red by the sunset, pink clouds were reflected on the flowing water, the whole river turned purple, and the horizon seemed to light a fire.
In spring, the sunshine is warm, and a warm hand is extended, which makes people feel comfortable all over.
The spring breeze blew away the dark clouds, and the sun smiled happily, spreading warmth and brilliance all over the lake.
The scorching sun hung high in the sky, red light hit the ground like a rocket, and the ground caught fire, reflecting the flame when the oil boiled.
I dare not look up at the sun, but I feel dazzling everywhere. The air, the roof and the ground are all white and bright, with a little red in white. From top to bottom, it looks like a huge fire mirror, each of which is the focus of the fire mirror, as if everything were going to burn.
It's late autumn, and the sun is lazily hanging in the sky, like an old man with a smiling face taking a nap.
The sunshine in late autumn is like the orange lampshade on the quilt, which gives off soft light and shines on the body and face, which is warm.
As soon as the sun comes to autumn, it scatters all the light to the world. Look, the fields are golden, the fields are golden, and the mountains are golden.
The sun in winter is as pale as the moon.
The sun was entangled in thin clouds and gave off a faint dazzling white light.
The sun works hard all year round, and when it is busy in winter, it is already exhausted and can hardly release heat.
Warm sunshine, through the dense leaves, fell and became golden dots.
The towering mountains in the distance, covered with golden coats in the sun, are particularly beautiful.
Sunlight was filtered by layers of leaves and leaked to him, turning into a faint, round and gently swaying halo.
It was already eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the bright sunshine drew circles of gold and silver on the leaves.
Sunlight shines on the white earth through weak clouds, reflecting silver light and dazzling.
The golden sunshine poured down and poured into the blue waves, making the monotonous and calm sea surface somewhat colorful.
When the bright red sun shines on the top of the mountain, the fog spreads like a curtain, and the city gradually appears in the golden sun.
The sunlight penetrating through the clouds is like a golden thread, criss-crossing, splicing light gray and blue gray clouds into beautiful patterns.
The sun has just risen to the top of the mountain, covered by the bright red morning glow, and the sun shines through the cracks in the clouds, like countless dragons spouting golden waterfalls.
Golden sunlight shone through the cracks and sprinkled on the grass growing on the brown land.
The sky is as blue as washing, and the bright sunshine shoots down from the dense gaps of pine needles, forming a thick beam of light, which casts a veil-like mist on the tree-lined trees.
The smiling face of the sun is red, which makes the hazy campus suddenly enlightened.
A purple glow appeared in the sky, like a red rose in full bloom.
The newly rising sun is full of energy and red light, illuminating the whole world.
The fiery red rising sun has just penetrated the sea level, adding a touch of rose to the beautiful and quiet sea.
The morning light shines on the lake, and the breeze rises at the beginning, and the fine waves jump, stirring the lake to pieces of gold.
Suddenly, a red sun rose head-on, emitting golden light, like golden stripes, driving away clouds.
A red sun jumped out of the sea, bright and dazzling. The sea water and air immediately filled with Hui Jin, and the sea water changed from dark blue to blue.
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.
Ran Ran, the morning sun rises to the sky like a flat round palace lantern. In a flash, it formed a round steam wheel, rising high, spraying thousands of golden fragments and covering everything in brilliant brilliance.
Chaoyang, as big as the wheel of an ox cart and as red as molten iron, sits on the ridge of the east, with a radiant light, lifting the veil-like mist with both hands.
The hot sun scorched his black back, as if it were going to produce oil.
Wan Li is clear, Wan Li is cloudless, and the sun burns the noodles hot.
The scorching sun dyed sorghum red, steamed maple leaves red and scorched the road beside the mountain.
The sunshine in midsummer is really like pepper water. There is not a shady place on the street. The majestic mountain peaks are covered with a layer of gold by the summer sunshine, which is even more steep and spectacular!
Two beams of sunshine pass through the room, just like two transparent gold belts, with a little dust shining inside.
The branches and leaves of tall poplars on both sides were painted with a layer of golden red by the sunset.
The snow stopped, and the sunset gently pushed the clouds away, spitting out a touch of pink.
The afterglow of the sunset penetrated the clouds and sprinkled in the middle of the river, forming a glittering golden spot.
Branches on the roadside cut through the sunset and scattered fragments of light on the gold-stained ground.
Half of the face of the sunset has sunk into the horizon, and the evening breeze blows gently.
The setting sun came obliquely from the western hills, and everything on the ground was shrouded in a fuzzy rose color.
The rosy sunset glow dyed the river into magnificent golden waves, and several returning boats floated on the sea like shaking broken gold.
At this time, the sunset has lifted the top of the mountain, and the western half of the sky is like a big fireball, burning with a touch of red sunset.
The brilliant and beautiful shadow of the setting sun falls on the river wrinkled by the evening breeze, scattering a large shiny and bright rose-red fine scale.
The afterglow of the setting sun dyed red the white clouds wandering in the blue sky and set them with shiny lace. These white clouds soon turned into the sunset glow of roses.
The sun pecked through the eggshell of the night, poked its head out and looked shyly at the earth.
At this time, far ahead, countless mountains and misty clouds suddenly appeared a piece of red mist.
Soon, Ran Ran in the ocean jumped out of a red ball, and the place where the water meets the sky suddenly turned into a raging fire.
The sun finally poked out half of its head, so big and red, and then it seemed to be pushed and suddenly jumped out and turned into pure gold.
The sun suddenly jumped out of the sea, and in an instant, the vast sky and sea were covered with dazzling golden light.
The sky is getting brighter, and a purplish sunrise leaps from the back of Dongshan Mountain. Suddenly, the heavens and the earth were bright and the water overflowed.
Everything on the earth is as hot as gold. On the surface of the original color, it is heavily stained with a touch of orange, reflecting the dazzling brilliance of the road.
Gradually, the fog in the east was reddish at first, and then with the accumulation of red, a bright red line was suddenly drawn, and a red light wheel suddenly jumped out of the bright red.
The delicate and charming morning sun has jumped out from the back of the mountain in the east, overflowing with red clouds, blending with the slowly rising morning fog in the valley and changing the colorful aura.
The stars have faded and the eastern sky has turned white. At this time, the sky changed quickly, and gradually became dazzling, and then red lines began to radiate on the horizon.
The sun jumped out of the gray sea, and a small purple flame immediately lit up the dark sky. Behind the bright sunrise, it looks like an endless blue satin.
I see light blue against the blue sky. After a while, the light blue turned orange with a crimson edge. This red light is more and more, hitting the sea directly from the air, first a little, then a piece, and spreading rapidly in all directions.
The red sun hangs in the west, and there are layers of golden ripples on the sea. The sun went down, leaving only a faint rouge color in the western sky.
The winding path disappeared at the end of the bamboo forest. The tall and straight bamboos that cling to each other have lost the joy of seeing them for the first time. Since I was a child, I have seen many narratives about bamboo in the book. It seems that there are saints hidden in the bamboo forests in the book, showing elegant elegance in pieces of bamboo incense. In the worship of these people, I stubbornly believe that only in those bamboo forests can we cultivate these people who combine the aura of mountains and rivers and wash away the glitz of the world.
My love for bamboo has taken root bit by bit, and I have always been attached to articles about bamboo. But because I was in Jiangbei, I didn't have a chance to see them, so I had to read those articles over and over again, dreaming of wandering in the waves of the bamboo sea.
I saw bamboo with my own eyes, but I found that there was no such elegant atmosphere. What this plant stands for is just a kind of sadness that I don't know why I live; The bright green on the stem has also become dim.
Walking blindly, the cement road under your feet is extremely clean. The fluffy, soft touch and touching ecstasy recorded in the book can only appear in the fantasy of persistent beauty.
My friend at the back gave me a hand, and I stopped silently. Following his fingers, I saw a bamboo that was completely inconsistent with the image in my memory. The fragile stem is bent, like a hunchback bent by years; There are faint scars on the surface, dense branches and leaves, and growing in disorder.
I glanced at the surprise in my friend's eyes lightly. I felt suffocated like a stone just now, and I suddenly recovered. I can't help but feel relieved. I don't know why, I am full of joy at the "foreign body" in this bamboo forest. It doesn't have that aura, but it has more self we don't know and more stubbornness we don't know, which reminds me of that lotus flower.
Last year, when I was playing at a friend's house, I accidentally found an abandoned flowerpot with a crystal-clear lotus flower inside. It does not belong to the elegant and quiet gentleman in the flower. Its petals are bright red and beautiful as roses, which is a kind of purple that refuses to be arrogant. The charm of lotus has disappeared in a leaf, but it is still beautiful and amazing.
Blue bamboo leaves, with mottled sunshine, bring back the eyes in memory bit by bit.
Quietly, looking at the indulgent branches and leaves
Time is devouring the sunset, and the cold forest is filled with faint bamboo fragrance.
Take back the condensed sight, birds are hovering in the forest, and the good times are always too short, but the beautiful bamboo is engraved in my heart.
Purple lotus, light green bamboo branches, free and easy, and me? After the spring rain, the bamboo forest sucked the wet dew and gave birth to many "fat dolls", sticking out the small heads of yellow flowers and showing their vigorous vitality to the earth.
Spring girl came quietly, and the warm sunshine sprinkled countless gold threads from the branches and leaves of the bamboo forest, adding vitality to the bamboo forest.
The mountain is covered with bamboo. Every spring, bamboo shoots and breeze blow and make a rustling sound. From a distance, it looks like the waves of the undulating sea.
Bamboo is tall and straight. Whether it is cold or hot, the four seasons are evergreen, which symbolizes the simplicity and active struggle spirit of the people in mountainous areas.
From a distance, the bamboo forest is as green as flawless jade; Look carefully, the bamboo forest is like a green barrier.
Bamboo, you are so green, so green that it seems to flow; You are so lush, the dense branches and leaves can't penetrate a breath of wind; You are so tall and straight, pointing to the sky.
The sun came out, and the golden light passed through the green cracks in the bamboo forest. The breeze blew and the bamboo leaves swayed gently, making a rustling sound, as if nodding and smiling at me.
Good segment
On the hill behind my house, there is a large piece of green bamboo. In summer, the shade of bamboo forest blocks the sunshine, and a breeze blows, making a rustling sound, like the hearty laughter of a kind old man. The bamboo forest in the bamboo forest is straight and straight into the sky; Some are just born and slim; Others are slender as needles and unique in style.
Early in the morning, milky white fog enveloped the earth. The bamboo forest seems to be immersed in dense fog, and the green bamboo leaves are covered with dew. Just shake the bamboo gently, and the dew will fall down and get us all wet. After a while, the fog dispersed, and the sun shone like a sword through the bamboo shoots and into the bamboo forest. The bamboo forest has become full of vitality. Birds fly from this bamboo to that bamboo, and bamboo wakes up from sleep, revealing its beautiful "hair" under the sunlight.
After Tomb-Sweeping Day, cracks appeared in the ground. I don't know when these cracks began to expand gradually, so bamboo shoots like small minarets appeared. They all wore small hats with Huang Sui on them. They are descendants of bamboo shoots. Bamboo shoots, in the warm embrace of spring, soon grew up. Dad said that on a rainy evening, bamboo shoots can grow to more than two feet high!
Among the 500-mile forests in Jinggangshan, bamboo is the most memorable one. Looking from a distance, it is gloomy, overlapping and endless. When you look closer, some of them are straight and upright, like sentries on the mountains in those days; Some are dense, like Indiana Jones lying in a deep depression; Some bamboo shoots, not long after birth, are slim and graceful, and have a different look.
There are lush bamboos everywhere, and mountains are connected with each other, and bamboos are connected with each other as far as the eye can see. The mountains are undulating, just like a green ocean with rippling blue waves. No wonder people have long described it as a "bamboo sea". "The people in the mountains don't see the temple, the bamboo is deep, the tourists don't see it, and the mountains are empty." How apt is the description of Yixing Phyllostachys pubescens by Buddhist monk Yun 'an in Song Dynasty! Bamboo covered with treasures and thick bamboo poles is the material of architecture, handicrafts, musical instruments, various appliances and household appliances. Bamboo yellow and bamboo shell can also be used to make paper. Bamboo shoots are delicious and delicious among vegetables. ...
In the bamboo forest, slender bamboo blocks the sun, and the air is very fresh. People walk into the bamboo forest as if they were in a "cool world". The sound of streams in Ding Dong, accompanied by the rustling of bamboo leaves by the wind, became a beautiful and moving song. Every morning, when the morning light shines into the bamboo forest, the forest is particularly beautiful: clusters of water splashed by the stream are crystal clear in the sun; Mist, like a veiled fairy through the forest. The hill woke up, yawned a few times, and a cool breeze blew from the depths of the shade; Dew woke up, eyes shining on the grass; The bird just woke up and skipped to sing the first song of dawn. ...
On the bank of the stream, clumps of tail bamboos, like green markers, paint the sky blue and the water green; Next to the quadrangle, the lovely bamboo is covered with tears, and the shade covers the bamboo house; On the path, clusters of green bamboo, slender bamboo branches and dancing bamboo tips, like a mother's kind hand, hug the green seedlings in her arms; On the hillside, green bamboos scatter spring to barren hills. It can be said that walking in my hometown, the bamboo shines in front of me and the bamboo shines beside me. People in Zhuxiang have lived with Cuizhu for generations.
In spring, yellow bamboo shoots emerge from the soil, as beautiful as newly hatched chickens. After three or four weeks, it gradually turned into dark green new bamboo shoots and then into light green new branches. Those three or four old bamboos surround Hsinchu, just like protecting their own children.
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