1, two flowers.
Two flowers are stuck in the wind, whose ear am I stuck in? Wheels, waterwheels and big houses rotate like the edges of flowers in the wind, and many of them are filled with faint water particles. Suddenly, two children came to the small garden. They were dancing and planting trees with small shovels, like rolling two naughty donkeys, with water in a big barrel, and suddenly ran to the key of the child's tomb to breathe.
I think of a child named Xiaomei, who is a famous football player. One day, she sat quietly on the grass cart, flapping the yellow straw. Another child walked by, patting the yellow straw. Another child walked by and grabbed the maltose. She ran to the dusk to weigh her feet and blow the spring seedlings.
2. Plant trees in spring.
I always like to put vivid images into the past days to cover up the quiet time and a forgotten warm dusk. I believe that one night, we can meet in another way, not so shocking. It's always open, and the cold spring is still there. God is still stingy and refuses to transplant pink into the tree. Before Qingming, the meaning of spring was still unfinished, and the night was bright and soft, scattered all over the floor.
Put your life into it, as long as you are willing to put your life into it, then this spring can be really quiet, gentle, a little shy and prosperous. All the clear colors and lines are driven into the sad gray cold, bloody peach forest, and intoxicated butterflies. Once owned and given up, fresh wounds and wet loneliness always leave no trace, and drift away with the passage of time.
If I were a small tree.
If I were a small tree, I hope to plant it on campus, dress up our beautiful campus and grow up with my classmates. If I were a small tree, I would like to plant it on the roadside to absorb harmful substances in the atmosphere and protect human beings from them. If I were a small tree, I would like to go to the vast desert. Create an oasis and reproduce a paradise.
If I were a small tree, I would like more birds to perch on it and sing the praises of spring. If I were a small tree, I would greedily absorb nutrients from the earth, grow into a towering tree and contribute my strength to the motherland.