1, "green" green climbed on Xia's back, Xia was carrying green, dancing and singing, so happy.
In the sun, they met a tree and waded across a stream. They had a cordial conversation with all the small animals and made everything come alive. So, Xia held Green above his head, and Green put a cool hat on Xia.
2. The "green" mountain is green, the appearance of spring breeze, the dance of autumn rain and the bonfire of life. Water is green, the end of pollution, the credit of governance and the source of life smile.
The light is green, which is a clear signal that the glory of management and the pace of life are catching up. Green food is the tonic of science and technology, the promotion of ideas and the continuation of life.
3. The "green" mountain wind is steep and fluffy. The sea of clouds holds a ball, and the sky pokes holes. The weather is cool and the traffic on the avenue is endless. The scenery sweeps the window, and the powder is blue. Thousands of miles away, the stars are gathering and the lights are shining. The fields are lush and the towns are noisy.
When meat and vegetables fight, red soup is fat. Coca-cola shouted and the bubble surged. It is cloudy at dusk, and the loess is vertical and horizontal. It rained in Mao Mao, green and tender. The moon sets. Time capture, the cage of heaven and earth. Thunderstorm, grass kissing. Turn over a new leaf and germinate naturally. Fog covers the Sichuan River, and the sunrise is misty. Singing in the snow, colliding and melting.
Green is the color of spring. It is the color of the strong grass beside the fence. It's the color of Parthenocissus lying on the cracked wall. It is the color of a large school uniform on an energetic child. It's also the color of cactus on my desk.
Green is the color of life. Through the gap in the window, a touch of green shot into Lu Li's eyes. It's the color of bamboo that broke out of the rocks on the cliff.
It is the color that can calm the heart tide when you are sad. It is also the color that people who were crushed under the rubble in the earthquake longed for.
5. In March, it's green and dark in Tingzhou. The flowers have begun to fade, there is no wind, and the sails are rolled up. Under the tall poplar trees, the boat leans to one side. The river is half a pole deep, which is conducive to navigation. The setting sun adds a melancholy to the wandering wanderer. When I was at Baqiao, I looked back and saw the beautiful woman still in the shutters. Now, far away from the river, I wish the messenger could send me the message of the Red Chamber: the love life in the past has become a trip in Chu and Xia, and now I can only fly to Yangzhou to meet you in my dream.
6, green, black, red and thin spring is dusk, swallows fly into weeping willows with mud. Catkin can't stop the wind, and there are countless mountains in the cuckoo sound. Bamboo pole shoes have no definite basis, across the southwest and across the wooden bridge. Woodmen and fishermen come one after another, who is in charge of ups and downs?
7. The green window is dark and the pomegranate is bright. Jade people invited me to stay less. Helpless sail misty rain, lightly draw a boat. Willow leaves wrinkle with songs, and pear flowers weep. Not like what you saw when you were away. Tonight, the moon shines on the river and the wine wakes up.