The birch forest in front is like a group of cranes standing on one leg.
Outside the window, the small birch stands in the moonlight like water, swaying gently with the green leaves like a coquetry, longing for the moisture of the night dew.
The birch rustled, and all the leaves fell off, falling to the ground like her tears.
The breeze swept, the bamboo forest swayed gently, making a rhythmic sound, just like beautiful music.
The bamboos all over the mountain are swaying in the wind, making beautiful sounds, like who blew the huge bamboo flute and played deep music.
These bamboos are the same in thickness and length, like sisters born in the same year, slender and graceful.
The wind gently blows through the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves tremble slightly, just like a slender mouth whispering.
When you walk into the shady bamboo path in the hot summer afternoon, you will immediately have a refreshing feeling. The world of red dust is exhausted without a trace of fatigue, and your heart is a cool world.
Bamboo shoots are like sharp cones, covered with bright green clothes, smiling in the spring breeze and showering in the spring rain.