? Kimbo
Both sides of the road are as white as snow, where is the world of magnolia; There are bright sparks on the mountain. Dandelions are blooming everywhere in Shan Ye. The bell flower swayed gently in the breeze, the cockscomb flower held its head high, the spring was covered with velvet moss, and the dill flower climbed to the top of the tree. There is also the largest flower in the world, and Wang Lian can be the cradle of my little sister; This little flower is Pearl Plum. It is dressed like moonlight. In the mirror-like pond, there are green duckweeds and pink lotus flowers; Even my little brother who eats grass likes to play with garlands. Like a flower all the year round, it suddenly blooms on this night, and it falls on our land like a rainbow in the sky?
? Kimbo
Let's put on spring clothes, like a bird with new feathers, flying over the Woods and hills, full of spring laughter.
? Kimbo
Seeing the first butterfly flying, it pulled my feet; I grabbed it happily and released it lovingly. I couldn't help jumping for joy when I saw the first daisy in full bloom. Xiaohua, do you still recognize me? Look how big I've grown!
? Kimbo
Come to the branch that fell last year and wait for it to spit out new green shoots; Then wake up the sleeping stream, listen to it sing and run with you. Tired from walking, I lay on the field with the bright sunshine above my head. Who scratched my cheek? Ah, the green grass is growing around you again?
? Huang Beijia
There are four charming seasons on campus: pink spring, lush summer, autumn with fragrant maple and chrysanthemum, and winter with green and white.
? plum
The rain is very thin, like snow foam on a snowy day, and it is cool. Everything is far away and disappears in the darkness. Only the sound of water is rich. For thousands of years, not a day goes by without it. It turns out that the Yellow River is not only strong and broad; It is also affectionate and tolerant. I think this is the original appearance of the Yellow River.
? plum
When the distant bonfire finally lit up little red dot's son under the sway of the torch here, and then smoke rose, the drums of history suddenly approached, the vastness in the distance was still spectacular in the smoke, and the sadness of isolation was still sad, and a little bit was pulled away by the wind.
? Shen Shuxi
Dandelion is like a flower umbrella with dewdrop handle, gently lifted by the spring breeze and flying in the air. Cocoon-like golden buds are changing strange spots in the sun.
? ice
The night is dark, and the sky is dark, but colorful neon lights devour the night like a long snake. The same light, but compared with the warm sunshine during the day, the light at night is so restless. Look at the warm sun left in this gap. Can I warm up for a while? Soothe a restless heart? Quiet?
? Qiu Wei
There is a river flowing under the blue sky, quietly listening to the story of the small town, silently waiting for its detachment, in the dust, but not disturbed.
? Chizi Jian
I still like walking at dusk, watching the sunset in the water, the fallen leaves in the wind and the mountains in the snow. I am not afraid of getting old, because I want the moonlight to blend with my hair when it turns white. Let the moonlight distinguish between moonlight and white hair; I can't tell whether it is white hair or moonlight growing on my head.
? Chizi Jian
If you walk on the street in the snow, look at the trees covered with snow wool on the branches, look at the snow on the roof of the church, and look at the silver endless road, your heart will be filled with a passion: for unparalleled grandeur or desolation.
? Chizi Jian
At night in the city, because there are lights, there is no darkness; In my hometown, I can stand in front of the window at night because of the temptation of moonlight. Who will appreciate the darkness? However, on this sad night, facing the virgin darkness, I felt a special touch, and my body gradually warmed up, as if I saw a fire in the ice and snow.
? Chizi Jian
In winter, brightly colored birds flapped their wings and flew south, but crows still stood in the snowfield in the north. Its hoarse cry is full of bitterness and human color, unlike orioles and swallows. Although it sounds good, it is too much like the sound in the sky, and it always feels infinitely far away.
I was intoxicated by the scenery and music of the campus era, and watched the girl wearing a white skirt walk on the wet stone steps, and how brilliant the big magnolia bloomed. At that time, the poem was pure and beautiful. Even if I read that poem occasionally today, my heart is full of faint happiness.
? He three old ladies
The starry sky at night is full of letters written by the gods to mankind. Very mysterious. Huge. It is full of infinite beauty.
? He three old ladies
I want to listen to the whistling wind and watch the slowly flowing water. I remember Tokugawa Ieyasu said that if the cuckoos don't sing, I will wait for them to sing.
? He three old ladies
Through the long rainy season, the sun is scattered in the smoke of beautiful forests and rivers, and endless birds are lost in the blue sky, with solemn signs, like philosophers coming and like troubled times.
? He three old ladies
On the small full day, the hills were rattled by the south wind, and the ears of wheat were grouting on the swaying leaves. In Rose Falls, there is a girl from the neighbor's house. They are lighter than butterflies.
? He three old ladies
Twilight falls on the mountain, and the waterfalls in summer are silent. Later, the wind blew on the lake and lanterns hung in the starry sky. Your ribs are cold and clean.
? He three old ladies
After Shan Yu, pines are greener, flowing clouds are whiter, and streams are green.
? He three old ladies
Green dragonflies fly in the sunset, and white skirts cover cicadas.
? He three old ladies
In the hot summer, everything grows wildly, and cicadas drown out the sound of trains at the foot of the mountain. I dreamed of a chinchilla, hiding in a tree hole and whispering to her companion: the hot sun has opened a stone. According to the Book of Rites, in March of the last month of summer, rotten grass turned into fireflies. I found some bottles and wanted to catch some fireflies for my friends in the city.
? He three old ladies
Wake up after dusk, everything is shrouded in strange light, the hills washed by heavy rain are quiet and clear, and the hills are covered with red clouds. Fantasy. But it wasn't there for a while.
? He three old ladies
Autumn is here, and the scenery is beautiful. A blackbird shoots an arrow in the lake. White clouds were blown down by the wind.
? He three old ladies
Cicada hangs on the tree. Magnolia is too dazzling to keep your eyes open. Lilacs are a cloud of smoke that covers the bees in the distance. The cat sleeps in the chair, and there is no wind to disturb the light.
? He three old ladies
The car passed Mianshan, and everything was green. The sunlight cracked on the window pane. Summer is vast, and everything is free. When the wind blows, my heart is wild.
? He three old ladies
In the dense cicada singing, geckos are growing wildly and crawling all over the doors and windows. Green won a brilliant victory. But it can't stop the flowers from breathing, especially at night, when dusk comes and the wind stops on the veins. The starry sky brought the flood of honeysuckle.
? He three old ladies
Glazed tiles under the moon/scattered glazed tiles/cool. The sound of moonlight/all living things are abandoned in the daytime/a stone is telling the cold/everything is ashamed.
? He three old ladies
A lilac tree is dancing under the long starry sky. You saved it once in spring. It remembers your kindness. In summer, it is lightly dressed. Over your forehead. But at this moment, the Milky Way is mighty. It's the middle of winter. The four fields are bright and silent winds. You care about each other and forget your words, so you can't bear to leave.
I walked to the deck alone. At this time, the river wind was hunting, dark and dense, and countless strong searchlights were fired at the river from the top of the ship. The sky on the river is foggy, thunder and lightning, and the wind is everywhere. Not only let people deeply understand the grand momentum of "Gao Jiang Rapids and Thunder Fighting", but you also feel that you are so close to nature, just like the whole universe, all of them are listed on your chest. Water, sky, wind and fog are integrated as if they were not a boat, but you are fighting against the river.
? Liu
If Qutang Gorge is like a door, why is martial arts as straight as a river? A winding gallery. The boat turns around with the mountain, every? Song dynasty, every fold unfolds a beautiful landscape painting for you. The peaks on both sides of the strait are continuous, the mountains are fantastic, and the twelve peaks of Wushan have their own postures. People give them high praise and beautiful names, adding poetry to our country.
? Liu
Looking up at the river is also colorful: huge cliffs on both sides of the strait, with reflections like ink; There are twists and turns in the middle, but there seems to be a shining road, which is swaying on it; The nearby mountains are as green as jade.
? General Hong Bing
At midnight, the balcony becomes inaccessible. The sky is blue, so blue that my eyes are moist, deep and far away. Blue, so simple and moving. The newly fallen snow on the ground, distant buildings and distant tree tops are all white and shining with clean light. This is the balcony, the balcony suspended in the cold air, the balcony independent of the world, and the balcony with memories floating out at night.
? Sun Huifen
Birds in the forest call in their dreams; Jikuan's carriage, running in the clouds; Get up early and watch the mighty river in the sun; Going home late, listening to the wind at night in the moonlight.
? Zong Pu
Bare tree trunks draw narrow lines in the sky.
? Zong Pu
I have never seen such a blooming vine, only a brilliant lavender hanging in the air like a waterfall, with no beginning and no end. Just a deep and shallow purple, as if flowing, laughing and growing. On the big purple banner, there is a little silver light, just like splashing water. If you look closely, you will know that it is the easiest part of each purple flower, and it teases each other with the sun.
? Zong Pu
The old trees on the roadside are towering and green, and the rain seems to be green. The trees in the upper layer of Feilai Peak are dark, deep and thick; Some are blue, light and bright. The winding path under the peak is covered with moss, and the straight green extends into the crevices.
? Zong Pu
Some mosses have interesting shapes, such as cows, shepherds, trees and clouds, and some look like green scenery. This moss gives me the impression of perseverance. I wonder what impression Su Gong had on them.
? Chen Bochui
Where is spring? Spring is in the branches: the spring breeze blows slightly, the wicker dances, and the peach blossoms blush. Where is spring? Spring is on the grassland: the fog in spring is light and thin, and the grass wakes up and puts on new green clothes. Where is spring? Spring is in the bamboo forest: it rains again and again in spring, and bamboo shoots stick out from the ground. Where is spring? Spring is in the field: the sun in spring is so warm and bright. Wheat seedlings are green, cauliflower is yellow, and broad beans are fragrant.
? Zhang Tianyi
There is no moon. There are no stars. A breeze is flowing on the ground. Several shadows were abandoned on the ground.
? Zhang Tianyi
The crow struggled to crow, and its voice was swept away by the wind, short and stuffy? Like crying in a jar.
? Jingzhi He
God in the clouds, fairy in the fog, mountain in Guilin! Love is as deep as love, beautiful as a dream, and love is like the water of Lijiang River!
? Ye Junjian
Besides pine trees, there are many maple trees here, almost all over the mountain. The climate became cold, and after several frosts, the leaves naturally changed color: at first they turned yellow, but they didn't turn from yellow to white; On the contrary, it turns red gradually, but it looks like a blooming red flower from a distance. Because? Red flowers? Dense, those hazel branches can't be seen. Doesn't this scene give people a feeling? A year is almost over? Not a year? In its heyday? Here we go.
? Kimbo