The trunk of willow is straight, but the branches are drooping. In the season of willow sprouting in spring, they are like thousands of green ribbons, a spring breeze blowing, like ringing bells and dancing like beautiful girls.
In summer, the willows are covered with Lv Yun, showing charming shade and singing green poems.
Willow's body is straight, like a group of guards standing guard, standing motionless on both sides of the road.
In summer, the narrow leaves of willow trees change from light green to dark green, and grow luxuriantly. Willow is like a big green umbrella. At noon, when the sun was shining, the children came to play in the shade. Adults are also talking about homeliness, playing poker and enjoying the coolness brought by willows. Willow selfless dedication to protect people from the hot sun.
When the spring rain continues, the willow wakes up from sleep, opens its misty eyes and rubs them. When the willow saw this sleeping world, it couldn't help straightening its back and holding its head high to tell people to wake up. Spring is coming! Willow stretched out its slender waist branches and waved its slender arms in the breeze, as if welcoming us to join the spring team.
The leaves on the wicker are green and dripping, like a boat sailing on the green water, very beautiful. The root is so big that it takes two people to hold it together. If someone asks about the growth age of willows, I will give him a thumbs-up and proudly tell him that these willows are almost 100 years old. It witnessed the glorious history of our school.
Willow is very lush, and its soft branches are like a girl's hair.
Willow is like a naughty child, constantly fondling the clothes and hats of pedestrians; Like a dancing girl; Like a whirling old woman standing by the bridge, looking forward to guarding the returning figure.
The wind is blowing, and the weeping willows by the river have grown green leaves. The dense and slender willows are neatly placed, and the reflection is on the clear river, just like a beautiful woman dressing by the river. Very beautiful.
In summer, willows grow more luxuriantly. The crown of a willow tree is like a big green umbrella. It was extremely hot at noon, and people enjoyed the cool in the shade. Willow silently shields people from the hot summer sun with its own body, bringing people a little coolness, but never asks people for any reward. Isn't that your spirit?
When there is no wind, the whole tree stands shyly on the lawn, like a fair lady in the sun. The breeze blew, and the willow branches swayed and danced with the rhythm of the wind. When the wind blows, the branches are like a crazy lion trying to roll people up and eat them. When it rains, it still stands there, spreading its branches and enjoying the rain.
Walking on the road, the flying sheep often surround you from left to right, or touch your clothes or face, entangled. This will remind people of the ancient poem "Even when a wild goose flies, it also has feelings"
I like willow because it is tough and never feminine. Whether it's a thunderstorm in summer or a biting snow in winter, he always stands erect, struggling, struggling, struggling regardless of wind, rain and snow. ...
The cold moonlight shone on a willow tree in the middle of the yard through the dense forest. Liu Yeer is illuminated, as if her eyes are blinking and the stars are flashing, but are they really eyes and stars?
Lost the scaly bark of green willows, like wrinkles on the face of a silent old man.
Willow trees on both sides of the dam, some like white-haired old people, some like girls with long hair shawls, are long dams, blocked into a corridor with beaded curtains.
When the wind blows, the willow branches dive into the water. Look, the water girl is washing the willow hair! When the wind is strong, wicker floats into the air, as if racing against the wind. Sometimes, two willow branches are rolled together like a loving couple dancing.
Lush willows are like a graceful girl, with soft hair hanging down and floating across the lake.
The beauty of willow leaves attracted hundreds of butterflies, who danced together as if willow trees were more beautiful. It is worthy of saying that "Jasper makeup is as high as a tree, and evergreen silk tapestries hang down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. " This touching poem expresses the poet's love for this elegant willow tree.
Two tall camphor trees opposite the old willow across the canal have disappeared for some reason. Perhaps the once-in-a-century snowstorm ruined them. Perhaps it was a greedy person who illegally cut down the camphor tree, took a fancy to its great value and cut it down mercilessly. The bamboo forest opposite the old willow pond is gone. Only the old willow still stands proudly.
She has no extravagant hopes, no cultivation and is easy to cultivate. Where there is sunshine, water and soil, she can take root and sprout, straighten the trunk, open a green crown for the people and sprout. If Song is the saint of benevolence, Bai is the elder who has experienced many vicissitudes, Yang is the guardian of the momentum, and he is a gentleman who contains but does not show, he is also a well-deserved saint.
Spring, hidden in willow branches. Those green leaves and buds, like a girl, are slim and so fresh.
The grass poked its head out on the ground and smiled; Willow stretched out its thousands of small hands and greeted us; Birds celebrate the arrival of spring with crisp sounds. Let spring be the starting point of our new life.
Willow is very lush, with countless buds on its branches, like a staff full of notes in spring!
After a spring rain, the willow tree, which had been sleeping for a winter, woke up, and the thin and long branches were covered with a new green.
Liulin is really beautiful. The spring breeze is blowing, and the wicker turns green. Thousands of willow branches, dense and thin, look from a distance like a wisp of misty green smoke, swimming slightly in the Cui Yun; Up close, it looks like a curtain made of green beads.
Willow's body is straight, like a group of guards standing guard, standing motionless on both sides of the road. Its long "hair" fluttered in the wind and hung over her shoulders, like a beautiful little girl, swinging her tail like big braid. When Uncle Feng came, it danced gracefully and beautifully. There are many lobules on its hair, which are dense and beautiful.
Beautiful weeping willows, she has tenacious vitality, willows on the roadside, although no one takes good care of her, but she can still thrive. This reminds me of Aunt Zhang Haidi. Although she didn't have a sound body, she fought hard, not only overcame her illness, but also made great achievements.
"If you want to wet apricot flowers and rain, you don't feel the dark flowers." In spring, whenever I walk into the apricot blossom rain by the lake in the park, watching the willows dance and listening to the orioles sing, I always feel that I have walked into the ink painting of nature.
Willow is lush, with branches and leaves like wool and high.
Walking beside her, green shoots, new life and lovely green life make our city more beautiful and energetic. Look, they are more like jade wrapped in a green line, which makes the weeping willows, which are already very energetic, covered with a layer of green gauze, which makes people think.
On the willow tree with all the leaves, it is covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars; Evergreen pines and cypresses in winter and summer are full of fluffy and heavy snowballs.
Willow freely hangs its slender and soft branches, just like a girl who has just washed her hair without braiding her long hair.
A breeze blew and the willow branches danced like elegant dancers.
Rows of willows on the shore have fallen leaves and have not yet grown new leaves, but the willows with upside-down gold lines and tall and straight trunks have shown great vitality. In the sun, the shadows of trees are reflected in the water, and the scenery is even better: soft and graceful.
Looking at the green willow leaves, my friends and I couldn't help picking one, putting it in our mouth slowly and chewing it gently. Maybe it's because I'm thirsty after a long walk, and the willow leaves in my mouth are bitter and sweet. There is no bitter feeling of willow leaves in the Song Dynasty, which is out of touch with the feeling of borrowing willow leaves for a spring and autumn period in Song Dynasty. I'm a little sorry.
On the shore of the lake, weeping willows are weeping, and soft arms hang down gently, like a loving mother brushing the embankment.
The willows on both sides of the river changed from light green to dark green, swaying new soft branches and reflecting them on the river, making the river green, like an emerald river running eastward.
In summer, the leaves of willow seem to be painted with a thick layer of green by the painter. Its green leaves are like a boat, long and narrow and delicate. Look, those naughty children picked some willow branches with their dexterous little hands and knitted some beautiful things for themselves.
The branches of willows hang down on the water. Butterflies and bees are singing and dancing on the grass. Fish in the river sometimes poke their heads out to peek at this beautiful fish.
Willow trees on both sides of the dam, some like white-haired old people, some like girls with long hair shawls, are long dams, blocked into a corridor with beaded curtains.
Several rows of rotten willows hang like hair, and the branches of leaves sway in the cold wind.
When Miss Chun came to the world with light steps, a flower basket in her left hand and a magic wand in her right hand, she was first awakened by the willow tree. The wicker has become soft, and I don't know when the buds as big as rice grains have grown on the branches. It is no wonder that the poet praised: "Spring comes with a bright future" and "Spring comes with a bright future"!
I like willow because it has the quality of selfless dedication. I want to learn from your spirit and let it accompany me all my life. I admire willow trees and people with this quality.
The spring breeze caressed the willow, and the willow wicker swayed gently, just like a girl combing her hair.
In spring, the young leaves that have just emerged from the willow branches are still held together one by one, as if they were inseparable brothers and green flowers.
I like the delicate temperament of willow. Its small and exquisite posture is like Anna, a young girl in her heyday; Smooth and soft branches, like silk strips, dance low in the breeze, especially like a girl's moss-covered hair; Its leaves are long and narrow, but the width is appropriate, as beautiful as a girl's slender eyebrows. Women's personality is similar to wicker, elegant, affectionate, delicate and tenacious.
In winter, snowflakes fly. The big willow tree looks like an old man at this time. The trunk is like grandpa's trunk; That branch is like grandpa's old arm; Rugged bark is like grandpa's skin. When class is over, the big willow tree becomes an obstacle for students to avoid in snowball fights.
A row of willows by the lake leisurely combed their long hair in the breeze. A row of willows planted by the lake have soft branches like girls' hair.
In spring, small buds grow on poplar branches, like emeralds.
Willow is like a beautiful girl with long hair, dancing in the breeze. Her dancing is graceful, very beautiful and intoxicating.
The willow branches are covered with green leaves, green and green. Leaves are like undulating boats. A breeze blew, the branches swayed gently, and the leaves danced lightly on the branches, like a boat.
Willow leaves are in full bloom. If you look closely, you will find something new. I almost made a comparative observation on the germination of willow trees by the Shangtang River. I found that all willows with long trees have big and long buds and green flowers; The leaves of small trees are small and short.
Willow leaves fluttered with the wind, forming a beautiful scenery of nature. Facing this mirror-level lake, it is really refreshing. It is memorable and refreshing. Willow is an ordinary plant. It has no fragrance of daffodils, no gorgeous lilies, only its own strangeness.
From a distance, thousands of willow branches sway their soft bodies in the spring breeze, much like a beautiful girl shaking her long braids just washed!
The willows hung feebly, as if to get into the ground and avoid the hot sun.
Willow's long hair slowly flows down, and under the sunlight, the colors of branches and leaves are varied, from green to dark green and dark green.
I like willow because it is flourishing. The green willow branches by the river are dragging long branches, like beautiful hair, dragging the pool like a mirror; The breeze is blowing, and the tender branches are swaying in the breeze, as if two longevity stars are growing beards, wishing the rising sun in the East. Birds stopped on the lush willow branches and chirped, adding life to the willow trees.
Willow is lush, like a big banana fan, giving people a refreshing feeling.
Willow leaves are naturally the best when they are tender, but when they are old, they are bitter and hard and difficult to swallow. As soon as Liu Yeer grew up, he grew crazy, and the days when he could eat were seven or eight days, at most ten days.
Willow is the messenger of spring. Whenever spring returns to the earth and everything is still asleep, the willow tree first perceives the message of spring.
In winter, layers of snowflakes cover the bare branches, just like snowflakes are helping them keep out the cold, and they are also decorating willows, making them a beautiful girl.
If different philosophies of life are also popular among trees, there will inevitably be some trees, and the motivation to laugh at the futility of willow trees is honest and stubborn. If so, there will be other trees, praising the willow tree's firmness and calmness in the face of difficulties at the moment when the situation changes color, which is worthy of admiration and imitation.
Every morning, I get up early, open the window and see her. She is handsome, beautiful and generous, and always flashes in front of me. On that autumn night, she came to a dark place, but she disappeared. However, you didn't believe in miracles, and later thought she went to the wrong place, but she was gone after all. But the clouds have dissipated and the night is still sleeping. Suddenly the morning breath came, but she was still there!
Rain and fog swirl on willow leaves, rustling sand, like a girl stroking strings, and like a silkworm swallowing mulberry leaves.
In early autumn, willow leaves are still green, like a huge green umbrella. After a few days, the willow leaves began to change color: some turned yellow-green and grass-green, and some leaves grew red spots, making the willow look like a giant umbrella with different colors.
On both sides of the Yangtze River, rows of willows stand upright and enjoy the spring breeze. The newly drawn wicker swayed gently in the breeze. Liu Yeer, which has just grown yellow and green, holds several pieces together. A few days later, the leaves parted like blooming green flowers.
In spring, willows slowly spit out green buds. In a few days, the young leaves of willow will grow out. Buds and leaves are intertwined to form a beautiful picture. If you look far away, you will find that birds fly by from time to time, and the birds with tender buds and leaves form a beautiful picture with the surrounding flowers and trees.
In winter, the outdoor willow covered with frost and snow is covered with tree hangings, like silver bars hanging on trees, which is particularly spectacular.
In a blink of an eye, the winter is coming, the cold wind is howling, and the cold wind is raging to uproot the willow tree, but it is as unshakable as iron. It is really a bit of the spirit of "I will never move despite the wind and rain".
In spring and March, love blooms. Willow leaves also grow green buds on hard branches, and many clusters grow from here. From a distance, flocks of willow buds, like green clothes, sway with the wind, like a girl with light makeup.
The drizzle is like dust, and the willows by the lake are dripping with crystal water, like the hair of a girl who has just taken a shower.
In autumn, the leaves turn yellow, but like a magician, willow trees turn the leaves into golden yellow and orange, and even some leaves look brand-new ... When the wind blows, these leaves fall like beautiful butterflies, and like a goddess scattering flowers, they add joy to us.
Willow is lush, with soft branches hanging down like a thick hair.
Willow trees are lush and flowing like waterfalls.
Whenever I see the thin rolls of willow leaves stretching slowly in the warm sunshine, I can't help but reach out and pick one, chew it in my mouth and taste the bitter taste slowly.
In spring, green shoots are pulled out from the willow tree, floating in the wind, like a cuckold child, playing the game of eagle catching chicken. After a while, the bud opened, small, round and chubby like a baby's face. After a while, the willow leaves become big, bright and green. Shining like emerald.
The spring breeze blows, and the twigs shake and quiver in the wind. Birds are also flying around the branches, twittering, as if they are really playing a spring tune.
When I was young, my friends and I often played under the old willow tree. Pick a few twigs, tie them in a circle, put them on your head, carry sticks, and learn from the PLA in the movie. They are heroic and arrogant, not to mention how arrogant. When I grew up, I met my classmates under the green forest tree, picked a willow leaf and learned to play the flute. It's interesting to think about it now.
When Liu Zhier took her home, grandma put Liu Yeer into a box and basket, then boiled a pot of water, boiled it, fished it out and put it in cold water. Often soak for a day or two, change the water three or five times, then dry and chop it up, add chopped green onion salt, cook porridge, sometimes grab a handful of black beans, drink a few mouthfuls of porridge and eat a bucket, and the fragrance is overflowing.
Willow freely hangs its slender and soft branches, just like a girl who has just washed her hair without braiding her long hair.
The willows on the roadside are like lace under a girl's skirt, swaying with the wind, with a touching style.
A line of willows is half immersed in the water, as if a group of girls lifted their skirts and stood in the moonlight washing their long hair.
In autumn, willow leaves fall to the ground like rain, and then willow leaves will gradually turn yellow and black until there is nothing. In this way, if it keeps withering, it will become a bare tree, just like a poor little girl, with all her hair lost and ugly.
Willow is lush, like a girl's long hair, flowing with the wind.
The branches of willow trees have grown yellow buds, which are like the mouths of chickens.
In spring, willow leaves give off green buds, which are delicate and proud. When the wind blows, the branches of willow trees dance with the wind, like naughty children on a swing, giving out a silvery laugh. The willows on the roadside are like friends and relatives, standing hand in hand and never parting.
I would like to be a willow leaf, quietly watching what happens in autumn, so that all the leaves are afraid ... In autumn, leaves fall one after another, and I am no exception, hiding in the grass with everyone in the cold autumn wind.
Willow is like this, showing truth and loveliness in the ordinary without whitewashing. No matter in the downtown, or in the mean alley, in front of Chai Fei, it always hangs a long strip, treats people with a peaceful attitude, is optimistic and upward, gives people a indifferent side, and integrates their understanding of life into the real and plain pursuit. This is an extraordinary thing in itself.
When the spring rain comes, willows will grow yellow buds, and then catkins like dandelions will grow. A gust of wind blows, and catkins float with the warm spring breeze, like snowflakes flying all over the sky.
Willow is like a girl's clothes in spring, swaying gently in the breeze.
I love willow, and I don't want it to get any harm, but some children lack such compassion. Once, I saw a little brother pick some willow branches and then happily beat the trunk with them. After a while, several pieces of brown bark fell off. Fortunately, I arrived in time and quickly stopped his rude behavior. Otherwise, my heart will fall off.
Willow trees are lush and covered the yard like a huge umbrella.
In summer, the sun is scorching. But the willow doesn't care about this. It dyed its buds bright green. At the same time, a shade was formed under the tree. After class, all the students went to play under the tree. The breeze is blowing, and the big willow tree keeps its hair like a long-haired girl.
The branches of willow trees have grown yellow buds, which are like the mouths of chickens.
When the wind blows, the willow branches dive into the water. Look, the water girl is washing the willow hair! The wind is very strong, and the wicker floats into the air, as if racing against the wind. Sometimes, two willow branches are rolled together like a loving couple dancing.
Several rows of rotten willows hang like hair, and the branches of leaves sway in the cold wind.
Spring has arrived, the branches of willow trees have sprouted, like the staff of spring full of notes!
The weeping willows by the artificial lake are like weeping willows, clusters, keeping quiet and stretching cool; The straight willows on the street are easily reminiscent of beautiful women with fluttering hair, charming and moving; The willows along the people's victory canal in Weihe River are slender, swaying gently and dancing harmoniously.
The willow trees in the street are like sick, with layers of dust hanging on their leaves, rolling leaves and drooping branches listlessly.
Willow's "long hair" slowly flows down. Under the sunlight, the colors of branches and leaves are varied, including green, dark green and dark green.
Willow leaves are blooming, and the process of blooming is quietly completed when busy people are not paying attention. Yesterday, it was raining and the wind was still very cold. The weather forecast says that the weak cold air in the north will go south. The willow shoots came this winter, and the weather was changeable, stubbornly showing her indomitable character. She never likes to grow up in a low profile.
In spring, the branches and leaves of bright green willows flutter gently in the air. The breeze blew, and the willows danced, up and down, left and right, very beautiful. Its graceful posture is comparable to that of a dancer.
In spring, the branches and leaves of bright green willows flutter gently in the air. The breeze blew, and the willows danced, up and down, left and right, very beautiful. Its graceful posture is comparable to that of a dancer.
Willow has a strong vitality. Isn't there a poem called "intentional planting flowers, unintentional sending." Just cut a willow branch and stick it in the soil. As long as there is enough temperature and humidity, she will take root and grow. There will always be green willows in under the greenwood tree as long as you plant them with your heart and take care of them. Besides, no matter where you plug it in, it will be green.
Two willows are in the flourishing period, with thick trunks, soft branches and green colors. From a distance, they look like two big green umbrellas. Countless wickers grow down from the willow branches, just like a girl's hair.
Countless willow leaves hang down in the lake like a shy little girl. Unknown flowers and plants around make this scene full of vitality.
I want to be a willow. In spring, I will draw a green leaf from the slender willow tree and quietly look at the splendid scenery by the river. The grass poked its head out of the fertile soil and swayed playfully. A few small flowers also jumped out. They are dressed in pink, and their delicate petals are blooming with fragrance happily.
In autumn, willow leaves turn yellow. When the wind blows, the leaves are like divers doing difficult movements; Like a beautiful yellow butterfly. After class, the science teacher will take his classmates to the playground to collect leaves and make specimens to let them feel the true meaning of nature.
In winter, layers of snowflakes cover the bare branches, just like snowflakes are helping them keep out the cold, and they are also decorating willows, making them a beautiful girl.
The beauty of millions of willow branches, the hardships of millions of mothers, the supple branches and the green willows standing by the river are pleasing to the eye. They are like waterfalls and hair. They are green in spring and summer and white in winter. Whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is natural and unique. The breeze blows, swaying the whole body, dancing, and becoming more charming. Isn't that what a great mother is like?
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.
Tall willows, covered with new green leaves, look like they are decorated with jasper.
Ah, strong willow, I love you! In spring, you dress up the earth; in midsummer, you block the sun for people; In autumn, you make the earth full of vitality; In winter, I am moved by your indomitable spirit!
In the hot summer, the willows stand upright and straight. When people spend the summer under the willow buds, the willow always smiles and waves its slender arms, bringing coolness to people. When children play under the willow tree, the willow tree always throws beautiful long hair to drive away the heat and bring them a cool breeze. Willow absorbs enough nutrients and becomes crisp and green. From a distance, it looks like a small wall.
Just after a spring rain, a layer of new green appeared on the slender branches of willow trees. Those sprouting hair buds yawned, looked around and stretched themselves. Its elegant trunk sets off soft branches and lovely leaves. At first glance, she looks like a lovely woman.
Once in spring, willow is really nature's favorite. You see, the willow by the river is like a docile long-haired girl, sprinkling her hair on the water, and a microwave appears in the mirror-a calm river. Willow laughs in spring!
In the spring of nature, all willows will spit green, but it is early and late. Not all the willows I saw today. At this time, the willows in the north beyond the Great Wall are pregnant with the same spring as the sister willows in the south of the Yangtze River. My friend, as long as you are a willow with vitality, you will definitely spit out fragrance.
Golden autumn has come, and the leaves on the willow tree have changed from dark green to yellow-green, then light green and finally dark yellow. As soon as the wind blows, the leaves somersault and fly down like butterflies on the path, laying a yellow carpet for the path.
The willows on both sides of the river changed from light green to dark green, swaying new soft branches and reflecting them on the river, making the river green, like an emerald river running eastward.
As the sun rises, the pleasant calm is gradually broken. The girl regrets the shortness of the morning. She looked at the graceful image in the lake, gently lifted the naughty hair hanging to her forehead and smiled with satisfaction. Another casual glance, the opposite beauty stung her eyes, a little lost. After all, what about the girl who is not in love?
Standing quietly by the lake, when the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone a layer of brilliance on Jin Liang, the girl in meditation seemed to lean forward, and there were indescribable waves on the lake. Life is so unpredictable, right? ! The breeze caressed and encouraged the girl to open her arms. The wind blew her long hair and danced in the silent morning. Beautiful!
Willow is flourishing, like a burning fire, which never stops.
Dense branches have grown on the willow branches, and the soft branches hang down like a thick hair.
Willow is not as tall and stout as the old elm; Without the hard green leaves of cycads; There are no towering ginkgo trees. However, against the blue sky and the lake, the willows look surprisingly beautiful.
Surrounded by willows, the water looks like the long hair of a fairy in the sky from a distance. Close look at the branches floating, like a child playing in the water.