The sky is blue, like blue satin. There are several clouds floating in the sky, white; Several pigeons are flying in the sky, the same white, accompanied by white clouds. After a long winter and ignorant early spring, the color of the sky is more sophisticated, more beautiful and lovely, and white and blue are more harmonious.
It's defoliation season. As long as the wind blows, the petals on the tree will fall with the wind and swirl. The petals are colorful, some are elegant and some are gorgeous. Petals fall to the ground, there is a kind of incomplete beauty, pink, yellow and red mixed together, there is a complex beauty.
The leaves are all green and shiny. This kind of green is light green, without any noise, which is hard to describe. The color of grass is deep and shallow, petite is yellow-green, mature is turquoise; There is no dark green grass at this time, because the grass in late spring is still a child, waiting to grow up in summer.
At this time, the willows have begun to float, and catkins are flying in the air, which constitutes the snow in spring. Its color is as white as snowflakes, except that snowflakes are cold and catkins are furry. Willow branches swing gracefully in the wind, catkins fly all over the sky, and green and white are skillfully blended together, which is full of vitality.
As the sun sets, late spring ends in the twilight. The twilight of the setting sun stained the sky with gold and plated the earth with gold. Blue, white and green colors are intertwined with gold at this time, which is particularly gorgeous.
Late spring has gone, and midsummer has followed, and the earth is green. But I miss the color of late spring more, so I can't see the colorful late spring until next year.
Excellent composition in late spring 2 "Late spring in March, osmanthus fragrance", more than a month ago, I just entered the third grade school. At that time, I was only a third-grade primary school student. I'm not sensible. I never want to say "teacher stays" to my classmates, and I don't like playing. But I never lose my temper because of small things.
At that time, we happened to meet. One day, some boys and I went to the park on the playground. Suddenly, a man walked under the tree. I looked up and it was him. I saw that his hair was messy and there was a trace of white hair. I thought to myself: Did he do it? He didn't do it? When I hesitated, he said softly, "Nothing, I didn't say anything." Then he dragged me away. I have to put up with it. So we walked back to school together.
At that time, we were playing in the classroom, some were reading books, some were playing with mobile phones, and some were playing with airplanes. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over and some boys blew all the fun things in our faces. At that time, we flew around the classroom like a swarm of bees. Some girls are playing on the platform, and our classroom suddenly becomes empty. At this moment, a girl blew a kite on my face, and my face suddenly changed. At this moment, my face turned red. I thought to myself: I really shouldn't do that, but that classmate just wouldn't let me.
Just then, my face turned red. I thought to myself, I really shouldn't have done that. At this time I thought: I really shouldn't do that! I was just then when he said, "Do you want me to tell you a story?" I said, "No, I made it myself." At that moment, I thought he and I were brothers. So, we played together again.
At this moment, I remembered this thing: Do we all want this classroom? So I told my classmates about it.
At this moment, I thought of my class and a very inappropriate thing. I was thinking: should we all do this? If so, we will lose face more and more.
In the early morning, a little bit of morning light permeates the milky mist and is scattered in the silent forest. The winding path spread to the depths of the forest, and the little sunshine spread quietly to the depths of the forest like bright stars. The dark brown branches are inlaid with delicate buds, and the green buds reflect the emerald-like light in the sun, like a touch of transparent matcha green in the air.
Hyacinthus orientalis's sweet fragrance permeates the air, and the slightly blue petals bloom slightly in the warm spring breeze, revealing a yellow heart. Milky white stained with bright sunshine, orchids yawned leisurely, and suddenly the slightly sweet fragrance filled the cool air. Warm orange-red wrapped in fresh and natural milky white, like a cup of smooth milk tea flowing in the air.
At noon, sparrows are twittering in the branches, as if talking about some ulterior secret. The spring breeze slowly becomes sweet and humid, and the bright sunshine turns into cool and tender green through the green leaves, opening a green umbrella for delicate flowers. Lazy caterpillar is like a leaf that is about to evaporate, lying motionless in the bright sunshine and sunbathing. Soon, it slowly climbed into the shadow covered with leaves and rested comfortably. A few pale blue butterflies danced lightly, as if dancing a beautiful waltz. Sunset, brilliant red sunset clings to the blue sky, dyeing half the sky. Tender clouds and milky white clouds are intertwined, like a warm and sweet strawberry milkshake wrapped around the tip of the tongue. The forest is getting quiet. Fireflies wander around the forest with a bright green light, like naughty children running out to steal and play. The night is quiet.