2, May, this watery season, leisurely sitting on the shoulders of late spring, warm sunshine sprinkled into my heart, stirring the warm poems in the depths of my heart, listening attentively to the long singing of the soul of the earth, and spying on the original secrets of the country. 3, the rain tirelessly, wet the city, wet people's way home, wet my already wet mood.
Only then do we know that in May, when everything is thriving, there will be endless nostalgia. Going for an outing is to change your mood into a casual spring dress.
Taking Chongshan as the crown, Xia Yun as the towel, Yuan Ye as the clothing, and streams as the thread, on the stage of nature, beautiful mood unconsciously stepped on the fresh rhythm of heaven and earth, and slowly walked into various fashion models, and any beautiful spring scenery was saturated with the primary colors of psychological life. In the silence, looking for the long-lost post-action, the life of the heart is continuing, and the first step awakens a pool of dreamlike whispers and renders the thoughts of spring.
5. In May, with a faint ray of Xia Xiang, I set up a clear dream. Together with the unique richness of May, I crossed the branches with the wind and stayed on your other shore, accumulating memories that are about to dry up. 6. One day in May, the sun was bright and kind, and inadvertently passed through the thin clouds, turning into golden light, spreading all over the earth, leaving a leisurely enthusiasm; One day in May, the wind has already changed its temperament and direction, slowly and lovingly stroking the faces of the children around it, gently and gently awakening the sleepy frogs in winter; On that day in May, the stream became full and could not stop running. It seemed to run away and hit a stone, making a tinkling sound. On this day in May, the earth seems to get rid of its burden, its massiness, its youth, its vitality, its boldness and its profusion.
7. In May, the river was no longer cold. Girls and grandmothers stood in the river washing clothes, and laughter came from a distance. The children who came to play together also took off their shoes and socks naughtily, rolled up their trouser legs and went into the water, splashing water with their hands and fighting.
The cool river splashed on my clothes, face and neck, but I was still in high spirits ... 8. I followed the light green thoughts of the sunshine and looked for the fragrance of May in the season. The purple and pink sycamore flowers blew the horn of May delicately, strongly rendering the passion and romance of May; White Sophora flowers hang May stories on green branches and decorate May skirts with elegant colors.
September, May, seeds of love. In early summer, the strange spring breeze quietly overflowed the river bank.
I heard about pomegranate bloom, but I am still behind the spring, hastily sorting out the thoughts of the past years. When I set foot on the beach in May, who called me outside the sky? Accompanied by the sound of summer humidity.
In spring, there was a change for the first time. 10, of all the spring, summer, autumn and winter, May is the most beautiful. The rainy days in April washed the sky in May clearly and there was no dust in the sky. The blue and affectionate April left me a love for the hot, thin, red, fat and green mountains and rivers in May, and that was only the essence.
1 1. Spring outside the Great Wall is always late. In May, everything revived, the trees turned green, the grassland was still full of yellow, and only the small buds slowly drilled from the soil brought spring to this land. 12, the seedlings in the rice field have grown tall and green, and they look green from a distance, like a green ocean.
When the wind comes, it will be like ups and downs, and layers are green waves! As long as you watch it quietly for a few minutes, the relaxed and happy feeling will immediately surround you, making you feel refreshed, quiet and happy! Sophora japonica blooms in June, March and May, spreading all over the mountains. It was a vast expanse of whiteness, fluctuating with the wind, like the tide, and the fragrance floated in the fields, fragrant and tender.
If there is love, it will bloom in your heart and fragrance in your dreams. 14 and May, the mountains and plains are all green and picturesque.
The tender grass spread out like a green carpet always makes people want to lie down and touch the soft green. Or, just roll on it and smell the fresh fragrance of the soil! Occasionally, the unknown flowers mixed together also burst into charming smiles to welcome the arrival of summer. 15, in May, Sophora japonica blooms all over the mountains.
It was a vast expanse of whiteness, fluctuating with the wind, like the tide, and the fragrance floated in the fields, fragrant and tender. If there is love, it will bloom in your heart and fragrance in your dreams.
16 and May are romantic. Romantic May can always create colorful colors and always show elegant and fresh feelings. Although it is not sentimental under the warmth, it can still escape the beating passion, and people are shallow and quiet because of the legend of May.
17, May, celebrated the sweat of laborers, commemorated the boiling history of youth, and recalled the warm and pure maternal love. In summer, I walk barefoot with colorful feelings, dancing and drinking in the sunshine, reflecting the cool breeze and bright moon. 18, May evening is beautiful, standing alone by the bridge, listening to the beat of running water.
/kloc-The fragrance of 0/9 and May is slowly coming, and the season is late. The wind turns clouds into wine, which is shocking.
Memory rusts in swaying. It's been a long time, and you are pulling my sleeve again.
Familiar with the distant you slip through my dream and brush my face, it seems so love and care. 20. The scenery in May beautifully shows her beautiful figure. Whether it is the distant tranquility revealed by the gentle wave curtain in the morning and evening, or the passion splashed in the shining spray under the bright sun, it is so floating and detached.
At this time, the sentimental soul communicates harmoniously with nature, and the scenery blends with each other, building up the synaesthesia of the soul, so that the hard life can live in a joy of returning home and a desire to be grateful for life, and get a kind of comfort and pleasure of "stealing a floating life". 2 1 and March, the spring is cold and cloudy, the rain in April is lingering but not sad, and the wind in May is like a baby's hand, warm and soft.
Everything in May is just right, dripping and gentle, warm and graceful. 22. Go for an outing. Go for an outing in May. In the gallery of nature, Dream Valley, gently roll up the rhyme of spring, let go of your heart, feel nature and let go of yourself in Taoran.
2. Poems describing May. Li Bai (Tang Dynasty) had snow in Tianshan Mountain in May. There are no flowers, only cold. The flute smells the willow, but the spring scenery has never been seen. I would like to put my sword under my waist at night and hold a jade saddle. In May Tang Dynasty, Li He carved a jade curtain, lightly smashed the cage, drew lead and drew water, and fanned the mandarin duck pattern. Sweet sweat and precious millet. 3. Watching the wheat harvest in the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi's family was less idle, and in May, people were twice as busy. At night, the south wind came, the wheat was yellow, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were full, and the baby was carrying the pot pulp. She went with the soldiers, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. She exudes the heat of the country and scorches the sky. She was exhausted, but she regretted the long summer. There's another poor woman.
3. Poem about Mei {Once, for whom did you cry impudently}
The sand blown into my eyes blurred my eyes and I couldn't see the sky clearly.
This is a busy ending, not the whole city or this country, but everything to me.
What do you want? Be together for life. Or a greedy day.
I want it. Just a simple but stable life.
Love to death, running water under the bridge
{Pain, what to make up for it}
The best happiness is the care you give.
Have you collected the smile in your palm? In the afterlife, I'll pawn it for you.
How can I return it? Those pains, those years.
The end of the road is still smiling, but there is no content.
{Wait, watch Bloom in the Name of Love}
Fairy tales are very warm.
You are the most sincere meeting in my life.
Waiting for the piety of a flower to wait for you.
Walking through every street, my side face is bright and sad in the staggered sunshine.
We are not in love. Between you and me, across the sea.
After tea, it didn't bloom.
{It turns out that you don't understand}
Cannot be redeemed. Draw the ground as a prison.
I am always so stubborn. After all, I just embarrass myself.
Let go, turn around and forget. Don't care, don't entangle.
From then on, the clouds are light and the wind is clear, and the two forget each other.
From then on, the world is strange.
{Actually, I am in love}
Show the wrong feelings, what you said.
Those that don't need to be recalled but can't be forgotten anyway. Not clear, not clear, not clear, not clear.
When you are sad, hug yourself.
Once unforgettable, now unforgettable.
I thought I was in love with someone, but in fact, I just fell in love.
{Forgetting is the best memorial}
The process of memory is also a process of forgetting.
The past has been forgotten, and what has been forgotten is no longer important.
Some people have something, even if it was earth-shattering, it will eventually pass.
We are destined to be replaced.
{Finally, who is on the other side? }
It was a storm and it snowed heavily. Who knows whether the weather is cold or warm?
I've been here, waiting for bloom that season with a vigilant attitude.
Waiting for someone who will never appear.
Life is not the first time.
Heaven and earth, blue sky and yellow land. Lovers don't return.
In this case, he grabbed it, laughed it off and gave up.
4. Find a beautiful sentence to describe the alternation of April and May. When the spring wind is still swaying the wind chimes in April, the peach blossoms have been stolen from her by time, and those beautiful March have turned into a green ocean among the graceful willows.
April, still with a chill. The wind is blowing, catkins are flying, like an elegant flying butterfly, spinning in a small golden halo, falling lightly, between the eyebrows and in the palm of your hand. I am at a loss, a little sad, and it is the season of catkins flying again.
If there is a distance between the branches and the soil in the world, I will only fall and touch your soft heart. If you hold me in your hand, I will burn all the bright colors in the April breeze, just to melt them into your eternal mark. If time stops here, I am willing to die at this moment. I would like to float into your life and turn into a thousand-year petal rain.
Beautiful April, spring in spring, so once again slipped by, slipped by fingers, slipped by dreams, slipped by loneliness, slipped by sadness.
In May, this watery season, sitting leisurely on the shoulders of late spring, the warm sunshine spilled into my heart, stirring the warm poems in my heart, listening attentively to the leisurely singing of the soul of the earth and spying on the original secrets of the country.
Thanks to the spring breeze in May, the bright sunshine in May and the pure beauty of nature, the soul is redeemed here.
But if dresses, songs and dances, stunning beauty, colorful, long grass warblers fly, willow waves smell warblers.
May, with a faint ray of Xia Xiang, condensed with a clear dream, together with the unique richness of May, crossed the branches with the wind and stayed on the other side where you are, accumulating memories that are about to dry up.
The May wind, full of smiling faces, shines on every flower, beats the sleeping sky with the hand of hope, blows away erosion, putrefaction and clarity.
5. This poem describing May comes from "Cut the Wheat" written by Bai Juyi, a poet in Tang Dynasty.
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is another poor woman with her son in her arms.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
6. What are the famous aphorisms describing the beautiful scenery in May?
There is no doubt that Mei is in the countryside. In May, I held the earth, McKee, Rhododendron and incense tightly and sat watching the sun sing on the sickle.
On the threshing floor, generate, a pod, showed the fragrance of May and the longing for happiness. A season is so brilliant.
In May, it was hazy in the rain and fog in the south of the Yangtze River. A bunch of moxa sticks and a pinch of realgar make the White Snake beautiful in May.
Because of love, May is dignified in the distance; May is romantic in legend, because there is love. By the West Lake, men and women in the world of mortals sigh with the wind and gently shake an oil-paper umbrella to renovate an old story that no longer belongs only to Jiangnan.
Immersed in the ancestral home in May. The footsteps of history walk along the Gulo River.
The leaves of zongzi are still green, and the dragon boat can't hold its dignity. Oh, singing poet, have you ever seen the clouds of years? What made May lose weight? Memories are wonderful. Years change into reincarnation, and May is the wind festival! The scenery in May spreads in the sky.
Pomegranate flowers and purple roses in the sun are all butterflies and acacia. In May, summer customs were introduced.
A gift that you can't refuse haunts every dawn and dusk. What kind of warm eyes should I use to read May?
Books are frivolous, and I dare not turn over those vulgar words again. The May wind swept over my shoulders.
Beyond perspective, I'm drunk.