1, the red fruits are fragrant all over the garden, and the tall rice on the farmers' threshing floor is piled into pieces, pulling the nets full of smiles and opening the fishermen's faces. Cold clothes warm the hearts of soldiers outside the sunset on the horizon, pick up thin stone pieces and throw them on the reedy water, no matter how deep it is there or how shallow it is here. Look at a line of geese carrying golden autumn.
2. Spring blossoms, the earth recovers and the grass blooms.
Fish swim happily and birds fly freely. The tree stood upright and the farmers bent down with laughter.
Ah, the wonder of nature is really a painting that I can never get tired of seeing.
5. In spring, flowers red is red, green and green; In summer, the sun is like fire; In autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light; In winter, it snows.
6. Every season has its own characteristics, every season has its own charm, and every season is a child of nature. This is the magic and charm of nature.
7. Bending in nature is beautiful. Butterfly dance, birdsong, floral fragrance; The wind blows and the willow branches shake; Ying Fei, Yan Wu, melon and fruit laugh; Stream, fish swimming, shrimp frolicking; Everyone likes such beauty. In such a world, everyone is guaranteed.
8. All my beauty is given to nature. For the first time in memory, when I walked into a vibrant forest, I gave my heart to the heart of nature. Looking at the water drops falling on the leaves, my flustered heart began to calm down.
9. The gloom in my heart is replaced by blue. Watching the bird sell or strangle a few twigs and do the case by itself, I was inexplicably relieved and smiled at it stupidly.
10, listening to the stream flowing happily, like buying new clothes for the Spring Festival, I seem to hear Mozart playing his favorite tune.
1 1. Listening to the leaves, they are all whispers, just like best friends, telling his happiness.
12. There is a cicada who just left school. He looked at me without moving. I pretended not to see it. It will be very happy and run to the wild rose.
13, far away from nature, entangled in the secular in the past, now at leisure, walking slowly between Yuan Ye, the mountains are high and the sea is wide, the water is clear and the sky is blue.
14, the flowers are fresher, the tits announce the new year, the swallows whisper, just like fairies coming down to earth, as if they were in a paradise, and the empty valley rang with mountains and springs, and everything went well.
15, there is a chord law called nature, which is not so heroic as the symphony of destiny, nor so gentle as the symphony of pastoral.