The stream flows into the river, and the river flows into the Yangtze River. The shore is covered with flowers, grass and trees holding the wind, forming a beautiful picture.
I still hope for a bumper harvest in the fields covered with sewage, poison and plastic.
I shed tears all over my face and tears of frustration, covering the whole sheet and crying with my pillow.
He was in tears and sweating, and his face was covered with painful ravines, holding the tombstone of his beloved and sobbing.
The Miluo River is full of moonlight, river water and reflections of stars. Qu Yuan sank into the Miluo River with his worries about the common life and his indignation at the current situation.
The wound was bleeding, purulent and covered with bad bacteria, but he never gave up with biochemical hope.
I stood alone on the top of the mountain, filled with joy, with clear river water, quiet dew on the flowers, flowers and grass all around me, and I held my diary to recall the dribs and drabs of my life. The majestic towering mountains were covered by the color of white clouds.
The stream flows into the river, and the river flows into the Yangtze River. The shore is covered with flowers, grass and trees holding the wind, forming a beautiful picture ~
The thin stream is full of the fragrance of grass and wild flowers and moonlight. Gray pebbles are all over the riverbed. There are so few lovely small ponds among the pebbles. Every small pond is holding a moon. < P > The river is flowing with streams, the bamboo is flowing with bamboo wine, the trees are covered with leaves, and every big tree is holding sunshine.
There are waterfalls at the top of the mountain, streams in the mountains, grass on the ground, and a ray of sunshine in every gap.