2. "Rape flower" is from south to north, a piece of yellow is from west to east, and a piece of yellow is blowing with the spring breeze, like a golden ocean, wave after wave, like wandering in the arms of mother.
3. "Leaves" In February and March, the leaves are green. In May and June, leaves fall and become bare. When was that?
In front of my window, there is a birch tree, which seems to be covered with silver frost and snowflakes. Furry branches, lace embroidered with snowflakes, strings of blooming flowers and picturesque white tassels. In the hazy silence, the birch stands upright in the jade, shining with brilliant snowflakes in the golden light. Birch trees wander around, and the morning glow comes late, giving the snow-covered branches a layer of silver luster. Fallen leaves, I picked up a fallen leaf.
Being a plant is much simpler than being a human being, and you can feel the sunshine and rain. You just need to figure out how to grow taller and grow up all day. No one is hypocritical and secular. If I choose rice first and accept the care of farmers, the process of life will be simple. From sowing to fertilization, from pest control to harvesting, I can always be a caring or pious tree, or a flowering and fruiting tree, and sincerely accept expectations and blessings from the soul, even if it is a grass.
6. When I am sad, I glance at the plant you left on the windowsill and often feel that it is lonely and helpless like me, without love. Originally, a couple could get along day and night. You don't deserve a word. The world is sad across the world of mortals, and nothing can be left, even pleading with you. I often cry in the middle of the night and miss your suffering deeply. When you are tired, look at the plants you left on the windowsill. The green leaves are emitting fresh fragrance, and the morning dew is still hanging. Being careful is like watching you take care of me lovingly. If you don't say a word, I'll be miserable. When my tears are dry, I can't keep you, and I don't even care to plead with you. I often cry in the middle of the night and dream of the pain you gave me in the middle of the night.
7, the wind, never a sense of time and discipline, unknown plants, on the other side of the wind, come out of people's consciousness at any time and place, in the dark, today's' it stands in the middle of the road, like a wronged Sargam, with long hair and beating his chest, and like a drunk rocking around with a shadow, letting nature trample and be gentle, we know and appreciate the love of nature. Who doesn't know his name and context? How many unknown things exist in the wonderful world, but they are so real and endless? Unknown plants, today it silently protested, screaming at the top of their lungs, how can they make their own throat, accompanied by the painful, confused and dull voice in their hearts, watching the crystal that has flowed out of the mortar for thousands of years? Not to be heard by anyone, not to be heard by anyone, let the echo shout out the heartfelt words of a grass, and shout out a love that has penetrated through the vicissitudes of life! Shout out, walk through Qian Shan and find your own love in Qian Shan! I remember its dancing figure and determined face? A purple cone with thousands of branches marks milky white stamens.