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Metasequoia towering into the sky, magnificent.
The old face is hidden in the sea of fog, and the new face is beautiful and noisy.
China is a unique birthplace, and Guling is a beautiful place.
Zeng Fugen married Prime Minister Kim, and Zhou emphasized diplomatic relations.
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The green tower is majestic, and the glacier is better than the panda.
If you don't have a heart for peaches and plums, you will have a lofty goal.
Xiaoyu takes the cloud as a great instrument and turns dust into gas to set a clear standard.
In Mesozoic, China reclaimed land and was rich in high-quality materials and nine fields.
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The water pine stands for thousands of years, and the hundred-mile wheel mark is hard to recognize.
Take a break from the truth and listen to the truth of Lao Mu.
The stump swallowed tears and laughed at the official, and the defeated leaf swallowed several emperors.
The piano score can tell the story of Qingling. Who can write withered Chinese fir with a pen?
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Clouds gather in the sky, and young leaves chase ten thousand acres of pale.
When the needle falls to the ground, the carpet is still offered, and water can flow through the forest.
Jinhua drinks dew to evaluate the quality of Chinese fir, while wisteria listens to the wind and talks about the length of trees.
The lofty branches of the Tao are hard to read, but I can distinguish good from bad by egrets.
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Jen Fan sneered at the frost, but there was no trace of Metasequoia in the snow.
Guangyu Chihiro inhabits the phoenix, and the long river sails in Wan Li.
Swallowing clouds and fighting differences, the latitude penetrates the sky and the tree.
The leaves are light and old, and the years are more dignified.
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Glacier Ipoh Waterfall is on the west side, with lush trees, full of green.
The winding path is secluded, with flowers and plants, and the bypass is neat and clear.
When birds are singing in the tall trees, tourists always press the shutter happily.
The stone bench can just rest for a while, take a deep breath and feel refreshed.
2. Ask for an article about the beautiful scenery of Metasequoia glyptostroboides in winter. It is red, and the forest is dyed red by Metasequoia glyptostroboides. Outside the window of the new study, a drainage cedar rose from the ground, but just in front of my window, several trees disappeared. Only by leaning on the chair and leaning half can you see the swaying branches, sparse branches and faint shadows in the wind, just like a landscape painting embedded in a picture frame.
With it, I turned a blind eye to the other half of the window and the white building behind it, as well as the faces of strangers in the building. Just like an intriguing book, I often read the constantly updated Metasequoia glyptostroboides, and there are always unexpected contents.
It has no broad leaves, and the finely divided branches are covered with new green in spring, which has its own moving beauty. In late autumn, the green clothes will rust red all night under the sudden cold current, and the north wind will roar. Metasequoia glyptostroboides will become thinner and thinner after spreading the red leaves on the ground, leaving only branches.
I know that the cold winter is its unbearable season, when they stop growing and the gray branches look stubborn and lonely under the blue sky. However, Metasequoia glyptostroboides in winter also has happy times. Every morning, when sparrows stand on the branches and chirp and play, trees and birds blend in harmoniously, just like water and fish.
Little sparrows stand up and down, left, right and left, a total of more than a dozen, with pointed mouths constantly whispering, where to feed and where to play. Their feathers are fluffy, round and lovely, just like gray flowers on a gray tree. Metasequoia must know bird language, but it looks at birds affectionately without saying a word, just like a mother looks at her children. In fact, it originally supported the birds' homes.
I think Metasequoia not only knows birds, but also knows me. Happy and frustrated, I never smoke in front of others, but I have no qualms about lighting a cigarette in front of me and letting my heart drift away with the smoke, as if I were facing an old friend who knows my heart best.
Last winter, I was reading Jason's No Words, and I was deeply moved and sighed by the characters in the book. Among them, I have talked many times about Wei Wu's sensitivity to fire. At this moment, I inadvertently looked up and found that several dead branches of Metasequoia glyptostroboides crossed each other and spelled the word "fire" neatly and clearly.
I can't even believe my eyes. I asked my son to have a look. He also recognized it and blurted out: fire! With the change of spring and summer, Metasequoia glyptostroboides naturally grows tall and lush, and its branches and leaves are also changing shapes. In winter, when I went to look for it again, the word "fire" had disappeared, but the heart and soul I knew were the same.
Tagore said: Our life is like crossing an ocean, and we are all gathered in this narrow boat. When we died, we went to the other side and went to a different world.
Perhaps, when I am gone, it may still be alive and well; Or it will remember that once a person's soul met it. Soul of Metasequoia I praise Metasequoia, it is really an extraordinary tree.
From Yichang to the west, more than 100 kilometers along Lichuan 3 18 National Road, there are mighty Metasequoias everywhere. Looking around, the energetic Metasequoia glyptostroboides seems to be a well-trained honor guard welcoming past guests, as well as a handsome Tujia boy waiting for tourists to step into this ancient and magical land, more like a weather-beaten mountain road maintenance worker faithfully guarding the national road.
Metasequoia glyptostroboides in Lichuan is a very precious lucky tree for human beings. Looking through the records of Lichuan City, we can see that in the glacial movement from more than 100 million years ago to the Quaternary, its kin in five continents suffered extinction disasters one after another, while Metasequoia glyptostroboides living in Lichuan miraculously survived and became its only kin descendant in the world with its perseverance.
Among all kinds of plants, Metasequoia glyptostroboides is an unpretentious model. Although the god of creation is unfair, so that it has never had its own colorful flower season and rich fragrance, it tells us that existence is value with its extraordinary experience of reading all the vicissitudes of life.
Metasequoia glyptostroboides has an indomitable spirit of poverty and perseverance. Whether in Lichuan fertile Pingchuan or towering barren Shan Ye, as long as there is a road, it can be seen everywhere.
Whenever spring comes, it uses its nutrients and strength all winter to expose delicate new branches and green leaves in a very short moment, making the national highway and Shan Ye look lush. Birds are talking in the branches, and Metasequoia is different.
I stood among the white clouds on the national highway at the top of the mountain, looking at the vibrant Metasequoia glyptostroboides, enjoying the wonderful and beautiful scenery endowed by nature, and my heart was rolling with infinite thoughts and rippling with infinite hopes and longings for the future. In the hot summer, Metasequoia glyptostroboides are arranged hand in hand on both sides of the national highway. With its tall body and lush branches and leaves, it holds up an affectionate umbrella to keep out the sun.
It is it that blocks the scorching sun with its broad mind and brings the cool breeze under the green forest to the passengers. It is it that comes forward to tame the raging mountain torrents and make the national highway unimpeded. It turned the wasteland into an oasis and made Tujia boys and girls in the mountains fall in love with the fields of hope. It is willing to pave the way, take the car of the times, and let Lichuan people embark on a well-off road. In the autumn season, Metasequoia glyptostroboides changed into national defense green and fiery red costumes, vividly resembling a Tujia girl wearing a scarlet robe, revealing a bit of maturity, shyness and charm from her red face.
At this time, the winding green corridor on the mountain turned into a red practice embedded in the soil. Xia Guang reflected the color training, and the mountain was as red as fire.
In autumn, Metasequoia glyptostroboides on the alpine national highway is like fiery sorghum, which is absolutely not inferior to the northern scenery of "Maple Leaf Red in February". Through the dead of winter, I seem to understand Metasequoia.
The white snow on the high Qiyue Mountain is a symbol of your pure soul, the whistling cold wind is your quarrel in marching into difficulties, and the frost wrapped around you is clearly a portrayal of your resolute and persistent personality. Metasequoia glyptostroboides, your ancient and clear tree wheel, is engraved with the heroic epic that Lichuan Tujia people are proud of. From the eternal loyalty of General Ba Man Zi, the ancestor of Tujia nationality in Lichuan three thousand years ago, to the Wuchang Uprising in191,which helped Sun Yat-sen overthrow the last feudal dynasty in China history, and then to the Red Army soldiers such as Nianmin Zhou in Lichuan.