1, two flowers
Two flowers are stuck in the wind, whose ear am I stuck in? The big house rotates in the wind, like the brim of a flowered hat, and many small water particles are placed. Suddenly, two children came to the small garden. They danced and planted trees with shovels, like rolling two naughty donkeys, filled a big bucket with water and suddenly ran to the children to breathe. I think of a child named Xiaomei. One day, she sat quietly on the grass cart, patting the yellow wheat branches. Another child walked by, grabbed the maltose fragrance, ran to dusk, weighed his feet and blew the spring seedlings.
2. Arbor Day Recitation Draft
Hold March in your hand and daydream, and you will feel it is a magical shade, but this March is very long. A nation has been irrigated for thousands of years, and it is a March after thousands of years. Still barren and bare, this shade is also very heavy when you walk into the call article of the Minister of Forestry or the Party newspaper. Generations have dreamed of moving it into the balcony and yard, but my strength always falls by the wayside, and the shade is helpless and regrettable. Unexpectedly, I hid in people's anxious desires. Maybe I continued the winter snow and ice in warm weather.
3. Writing on Arbor Day
I am a tree, planted on your hillside. I thought I could keep the green hills from getting old. And a snow-white head, this spring, this stream, this trickle of acacia, merged into a deep pool. I thought I could quietly reflect the flowers blooming and falling, but you-wrinkles blown by a gust of wind-are sad.