White Camellia; Xi Murong (Taiwan) Camellia bloomed again, such white and beautiful flowers, blooming all over the tree. Every time, I can't walk past a flowering tree without looking at it. Such white and moist flowers start from small green buds, become more and more full, and slowly bloom; from semi-circle, to almost full circle, to full circle. When the flower blooms, if you are willing to look at it carefully, you can understand every word it says. Just because each flower can only bloom once, it is extremely careful to make every move. There is not a single flower in the tree that blooms wrongly. They welcome the only spring so cautiously and seriously. So when I walk past a flowering tree, I can't help but be amazed and breathless at the beauty of life.
Spring is whistling?. Liu Zhanqiu. Along the flowering land, spring whistles; pick a young leaf from the willow tree; pinch a small flower from the almond tree, dip it in the river, and shake it in the wind; then the cheerful melody flows . The whistle whirls on the green branches, encouraging the small leaves to grow rapidly. The kite floated in the sky, and the whistle followed the child's hand and the kite string, rising into the clouds. Oh, are there any bees buzzing in there? Is there the cry of a lark? Is there a cow calling? Along the flowering land, spring whistles; pick a young leaf from the willow tree; pinch a small flower from the almond tree, dip it in the river, and shake it in the wind; then the cheerful melody flows . It quietly lifted the girl's headscarf and slipped past their red lips. It caught up with the carriage and circled around Benizakura's whip. It kissed the tractor's wheel belt, and it climbed onto the driver's shoulder.
Oh, spring is whistling and running all over the mountains and fields; in everyone's ears, a sweet sound is filled - morning!