Poetry rongshuxia

I like spring and I like banyan trees. The banyan tree is evergreen all the year round, and the green trees are filled with the charm, gentleness, beauty and vitality of spring. That tree, Chun Lv, is by the lake in summer, and every leaf is like thousands of green butterflies flapping their delicate wings, bringing you the comfort of spring; In the autumn of January night, the breeze shakes the trees, and the green leaves are like ten thousand green sails competing on the sparkling green tide, which makes your heart move; Even in the cold winter dusk, you will be shocked by the sharp buds wrapped in the thick spring-yes, spring is the season of life, and the banyan tree is a green life March that shocks the soul in the symphony of breakthrough, development and extension: the lush crown surges with the spring tide, and the huge branches of green trees are building mountains and corridors in spring, even that one. A banyan tree is a poem, a song and a scenery beyond the world; A banyan tree is a village, a tribe and a wonderful world. A banyan tree is a story, a history and an unforgettable gobbledygook. Banyan is a combination of flexibility and strength, a curved and vigorous shape, an eternal image angel in spring, and the most perfect art palace in spring. The east wind will sprinkle rain and dew, which will make people full of spring in the world. Banyan trees will never be old, and people with banyan characters will never be old. Green life is always full of spring, and Chun Qing is full of hair. In February, the leaves of banyan trees in Liuzhou fell all over the ground. Liu Zongyuan feels melancholy, and spring is half like autumn. The mountain city is full of rain flowers and banyan leaves are full of warblers. Zengbo Li, a waterspout, visited Invivo several times and often borrowed Nanzhi to celebrate his birthday. This year's benefits, ice festival, and may become friends. Old cypress, dancing around the arch, the shadow is fragrant and thin. Wash all the grass and smoke, and pay all the wind and frost. Koharu time is at the top of the mountain. Look at the bright night and the round laurel. This person is here, this month has passed, and poetry and wine are appropriate. Bring back the embroidery, spoon the golden tripod, and the West Lake will be the queen of spring. May the jade girl be young, not old, and the * * * people live long.