Tang Yongtong mentioned wild trees and colorful weeds. Tung Chung is a high mound, a faint black orange tree, with fruitful results. The south embankment and the west embankment are dense green bamboo forests and banana trees, which are paradise for birds to inhabit. Brady peaches, plums and pears. Needless to say, Tong Tong has four distinct seasons.
In spring, compared with Tong Tong, peaches, plums and pears, being dazzled annoys you. They always have a romantic attitude, enjoying the embankment-ladies who are going to get married by car, facing the children with rouge, are they walking far away from the east wind? Unsealed shy virgin, curled up in her mother's arms, saying goodbye with a child's crystal, bark and tears on her face? When the east wind is difficult, many ponds are covered with peaches and pears. Angela swings a thousand petals in spring. The real Acadian elite flower 1 100 million petals of fragrant soul!
Spring or Grain Rain began, and frogs in Tong Tong began to become lively. Children of all ages are frogs in the pond, hovering and happy. They are the messengers of spring and the symphony of nature. They don't pretend, pretend, unexpectedly, try. "Wow, wow" overthrew the choir, and the books that children who like to go to school recite are so simple and natural.
In summer, Tong Tong, the most attractive place in the Netherlands, immediately reminds people of ancient and modern times.
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Another example is: "When you enter the pool, you will feel it when you hear the song."
Today, we can naturally see the shadow of Nong Yu's characters in the Xiangfei Pool, and we can't smell the golden throat goose lotus pond of the lotus picking woman in ancient paintings, but I can feel the cradle of my hometown Tong Tong, their legends and stories.
In the case of a good poem, can you play the idea of fishing with a fisherman holding a long bamboo pole and watching lotus flowers diffuse in leisure? Spirit, this is not enough. If you are not satisfied, then, Lotus automatically knows the image of fish swimming in classical poetry. You can slowly split your eyes when Wang Mi Tian Tian leaves Yetiantian at the moment of birth, and then gently close them.
On a full moon night, the pond is the most flexible and relaxing place in Holland. They hold their mouths in bud moonlight, sometimes smile, sometimes take a nap in the south wind, and the dew falls under their feet and begins to collect the clear water from the tracts, which has a quiet influence. Like a frog, he "surprised" the breaststroke on the plump lotus leaves of other plants-"Bang, jump into the clear water. Is the instantaneous dynamic posture an impressionist who takes an image in an instant, nor is it "the sound of sand birds flying" or "the shadow of autumn Spiraea"-oh, it is obviously drowning, I see: a perfect jade lover.
I like it, especially chrysanthemums, bees, butterflies and chrysanthemums. The child is a tenacious single yellow flower, the flower of the hermit prince. As long as you smell it, your spirit will touch it and your mood will come. Clusters, one after another, flourish. Chrysanthemum pond opens its fragrance like a thin mist, but it also seems to be a layer of feather dream yarn, which covers face.br/>, Tong Tong.
Bees and butterflies are the most common guests in this season. They often fly around in twos and threes, such as playing with chrysanthemums.
At night, those bitches who live in the grass or burrow and weave grow up in autumn. It seems that they can't bear loneliness, so they "chirp" a song they repeatedly use, which is the lead singer of the band, or set the tone, and then shoot the 23rd song instead of the grass there. The gap between the bitches who burrow and weave is known to be in tune with other Xiang Lian weaving bitches. The song they sang, while humming, I don't know, but I believe this song must be a free, peaceful and peaceful song!
From the height of the pond, the children with green handles are communicating with each other, but only from the welding in late autumn. The winter in Tong Tong is magical. Badong Peng's frantic hair hangs down and his corolla hangs low, like a white heron, which is a creeping vine in a wooded pond bank. They hint or expose their naked thoughts, all of which are in the face of feelings with the earth. Frost, colder and greener, colder and more energetic, or purple or blue or white flowers quietly open, overflowing with distant fragrance. At this time, on the deck of the swimming pool, the bright dark green duckweed, the bright west wind, the passing water sheep, the children and the kind-hearted corn poppy eyes of Lingling's children were wiped.
Snow falls, after all, this is what a philosopher in Futang once said: Snow is flying all over the sky and snowflakes are falling, which is not a happy place. What is Tong Xuetong? It can also be a different snowflake from Yanshan, with Bona as big as a seat, unlike Liu Zongyuan who flies with Qian Shan birds and is soft with snow. Tong Xue Tong never talks loudly, nor is he insignificant. From time to time, the lens of Populus davidiana plummeted, such as the trip of mother; It flutters lightly and softly on the tree, as if to remind Bai Mei when she was scattered on the ground in spring. It is thin and white, and it is like the peaceful paving way of musical instruments.
Oh, Tong Tong! Oh, this is the last poem to illustrate the scenery of the four seasons. This poem is sacred, pure and flawless, guiding the kingdom of heaven and polishing the mirror that nature has given to mankind.