He Chun Jingming Qiu Chunhua Yue Qiu Chunhua Shi Chun Club is like a platform.
Autumn moon, spring flowers, autumn moon, spring breeze, Lippi, spring and autumn, twilight clouds and spring trees all love each other.
Li Zao-chun sent a quarrel, and the spring breeze, tiger and tiger, spring soldiers, Han Mu Chunhua Chungui.
Spring rain is like oil, spring insects, autumn snakes, spring teeth, spring frogs, Qiu Chan.
The chant of spring, the string of summer, the length of spring, the length of summer, the depth of spring like the sea, the laughter of spring mountains, the spring shoots like mushrooms.
In spring, the garden is full of spring trees and dusk clouds, and it is sultry in spring.
Spring dew, autumn frost, spring flowers, autumn moon, spring breeze, spring and Qingming.
The lips are full of flowers, the mountains are smiling, and the spring is as deep as the sea.
Crops in spring are in autumn, frogs in spring are in winter, and Qiu Chan is full of spring.
Spring rain is like oil, grass, spring, spring rain, wind, flowers and willow.
Cold wood, spring flowers, red love, green, red decline and green decline, spring has mushroomed.
Spring flowers are in the tiger's tail, red willows and green flowers, and birds sing like mushrooms after rain.
The quarrel is spring breeze, dead wood, running water, fallen flowers, dark flowers and peach blossoms.
I love Liu Hongyan's scheming.
Birds and flowers, the beauty of Qin and Jin is sunny, birds and flowers.
Such as Spring Terrace, Spring Dream, Chun Xue, Spring Breeze, Orchid and Autumn Chrysanthemum.
At four o'clock on the eighth, it was pink and green, with feet.
In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.
The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.
The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over."
Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.
In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty.
In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.
There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.
In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.
Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.
The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on.
It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified.
The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.
Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly.
That day, it was terribly hot. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless.
It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.
I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun!
The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned.