2. Poems about forests
Poetry about the Woods in the evening 1. Tree poems in autumn night.
Autumn verse
The author of Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity is Du Fu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak.
Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog.
Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat.
Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.
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Maple trees gradually withered and damaged under the erosion of dew in late autumn, and Wushan and Wuxia were also shrouded in bleak and gloomy fog. The waves in Wuxia Gorge are monstrous, and the dark clouds above seem to be pressing on the ground, and the world is gloomy. It has been two years since the flowers bloomed. Looking at the blooming flowers and thinking that I haven't been home for two years, I can't help crying. The ship is still tied to the shore. Although I can't go back to the East and wander outside, my heart is always tied to my hometown. We are rushing to make clothes to keep out the cold in winter, and the anvil knocking on cold clothes in Baidicheng is as tight as a crack. It seems that another year has passed, and my yearning for my hometown has become more dignified and deeper.
The author of Chang Xin Qiu Ci is Wang Changling, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows:
The plane tree leaves in Jinjingbian are yellow, and the night pearl curtain is not rolled out to see the frost.
Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face.
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Yes, it's a poem about palace grievances. With deep and subtle brushstrokes and lyrical methods, it depicts a girl who is deprived of youth, freedom and happiness, lying alone in a desolate and lonely palace, listening to uterine leakage. This is a sleepless night cut out from the girl's miserable life.
Early Autumn in Taiyuan was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows:
Autumn is getting stronger, flowers are sleeping, and autumn dryness is like fire.
Autumn comes from the north, and the clouds in the north also bring the Fenhe River.
Night after night, the moon in Taiyuan winds, but the heart returns to Cheryl's hometown, her body, with the moonlight.
The heart that misses my hometown is like the continuous Fenhe River, and I miss my hometown all the time.
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With the passage of time, all the beautiful flowers have withered. When Mars goes downhill, that is, when the summer heat subsides. At this time, frost has begun to fall outside the Great Wall, and there is already an autumn atmosphere north of the Yellow River. Seeing the moon in this border town, I have always dreamed of returning to Anlu's home. I miss my hometown, like a long river, which has no end, and there is not a day when my heart is not full of homesickness.
The author of Qiudeng Xuancheng Qi Xie North Building is Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
The city by the river is as beautiful as the picture, and the mountains are getting late. I climbed the Xie Tiao Building to overlook the clear sky.
Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.
Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
2. Write a poem in the Woods
I summon the greenwood.
Come with me to Yuan Ye.
Shake a bunch of new leaves in early spring
That's a green flag.
Pull a small flower
Peach, white clouds
Send a new stick as a pointer.
For young female teachers.
Send a new horse.
For children who are not in school.
Cross the ridge with me.
The mane on the neck of a galloping horse.
Go to the river with me.
A string of numbers fell into the spring.
The spring breeze swept gently over the top of the forest.
We blew the willow whistle all the way.
The spring breeze lifted our hair.
We ran forward in ecstasy.
When you are tired of running, just stand on your hands.
Close your eyes quietly in the moonlight.
If the ground is wet by the spring rain
That's our sweat.
Come on, Greengrove.
Come with me to Yuan Ye.
3. Write tree poems in autumn night
The autumn poem Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity was written by Du Fu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of the poem is as follows: Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak. Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog.
Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat. Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.
Maple trees gradually withered and damaged under the erosion of dew in late autumn, and Wushan and Wuxia were also shrouded in bleak and gloomy fog. The waves in Wuxia Gorge are monstrous, and the dark clouds above seem to be pressing on the ground, and the world is gloomy.
It has been two years since the flowers bloomed. Looking at the blooming flowers and thinking that I haven't been home for two years, I can't help crying. The ship is still tied to the shore. Although I can't go back to the East and wander outside, my heart is always tied to my hometown.
We are rushing to make clothes to keep out the cold in winter, and the anvil knocking on cold clothes in Baidicheng is as tight as a crack. It seems that another year has passed, and my yearning for my hometown has become more dignified and deeper.
The author of Chang Xin Qiu Ci is Wang Changling, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows: the phoenix tree in Jinjing is yellow in autumn leaves, and the pearl curtain does not roll frost at night.
Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face. Translation is a poem about palace grievances, expressing feelings with deep and implicit brushstrokes and scenery, and writing a girl who is deprived of youth, freedom and happiness, lying alone in a desolate and lonely palace, listening to palace leaks.
This is a sleepless night cut out from the girl's miserable life. Early Autumn in Taiyuan was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of his poem is as follows: when the age falls, many people rest and the fire flows. Autumn comes from the north, and the clouds in the north also bring the Fenhe River.
Night after night, the moon in Taiyuan winds, but the heart returns to Cheryl's hometown, her body, with the moonlight. The heart that misses my hometown is like the continuous Fenhe River, and I miss my hometown all the time.
As time went by, all the beautiful flowers withered. When Mars goes downhill, that is, when the summer heat subsides.
At this time, frost has begun to fall outside the Great Wall, and there is already an autumn atmosphere north of the Yellow River. Seeing the moon in this border town, I have always dreamed of returning to Anlu's home.
I miss my hometown, like a long river, which has no end, and there is not a day when my heart is not full of homesickness. The author of Qiudeng Xuancheng Qi Xie North Building is Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of the poem is as follows: In the picturesque river, the mountains look at the clear sky at night. Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
4. Poems about forests
The small forest in the city has turned green. The humble life of ants and flying insects in my small forest came under the soil with spring. I heard the sound of earthworms crawling and knocked down the closed door of the soil with their soft heads. On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats waving their long beards and bleating a black goat, which shocked my youth and soul. When I retire at home, I will take my life savings to an unknown mountain forest. When I live in the mountains, I will sing to the accompaniment of rustling green leaves. When I am too old to sing, I will sit under a green tree and listen to the whispers of leaves. When I am too old to breathe, I will melt myself into the forest soil. When that day comes, I will become a part of the forest, a leaf on a branch, thinking about the forest.
5. A passage describing the beautiful scenery of the forest in the evening
On the evening of spring, the sun, like a dutiful old tracker, put down the rope of light, stood on the horizon and looked back at the sea.
The sky and the earth seem to say goodbye to the sun solemnly. In the blue sky, golden clouds miss the sun; Ocean, shaking a huge golden wreath; The masson pine forest on the beach is dancing with a dark green headscarf inlaid with gold thread; The rolling mountains are like a row of strong men, gazing affectionately; The gently flowing sea breeze seems to be a lingering kiss goodbye ... the magnificent and melancholy dusk hangs over this wonderful and desolate land.
Chunmin's "Concrete" is a paradise on earth! The grass is green, the flowers are red, and the sweet and bitter smells of flowers and plants come from the bright evening breeze. When the light of the sunset approached the ground, piles of fluffy clouds in the sky began to appear in circles of pink; Then it became red gold, ochre red, and finally rose red.
The fields are filled with pollen-like brilliance, and trees, wheat fields, sand hills, rivers and cottages are all immersed in this moist and moist brilliance. Guo's dusk is the summer dusk in his hometown, and the scenery on the canal is like a magnificent oil painting.
The setting sun is like blood, and the sunset glow is like fire, plating fields, villages, Woods, rivers and green curtains with soft gold. Farmers returning from hoeing, cowboys with whips and flowers, and returning pedestrians all ran wildly on the road.
Smoke billowed from the kitchen in the village, and misty water vapor floated on the river. Birds entered the forest, chickens entered the nest, cattle and sheep entered the pen, mules and horses returned to the shed, grasshoppers were under the bean worms, and pumpkin flowers called.
Willow buds on the moon. Liu Shaotang's "Liu Servant's Home" is a scene similar to a summer dusk garden. There is no wind, and the pool surface reflects the afterglow of the sunset, as calm as a golden mirror.
In the middle of the forest, a small village appeared in the distance. When the dew falls, a group of livestock, mixed with dogs barking and hoofbeats, walk home like ensemble music ... You will sincerely swear that there is no need for more beautiful scenery in this life ... This beautiful dusk will disappear in another hour, so it is more worthy of nostalgia.
In order to protect its reputation, it tells others to cherish themselves before they are tired, and then turns into night at the right time. (Russian) herzen's Whose Sin On a summer evening, the birds screamed through the dusk and circled in the sky.
On a moonlit night, frogs croak like balls, just like bubbles floating on a pond. If this old house hadn't been rocked by heavy trucks all the time, just like the earth rocked in the heat, you would never expect to live in Paris.
(French) romain rolland's "John Christophe" Autumn night In the late autumn evening, the clouds in the sky are colorful: some bloom like spring flowers; Some run like wild animals; If there are colorful birds flying and reflected in the clear river, some will be more beautiful. And there are a group of ducks who return late, gather in a triangle and row slowly to their destination on the colorful water waves. The river is divided into two parts, and the water waves plowed by each duck spread to the left and right, slowly rushing to the grass by the river, giving people an unspeakable beauty of tranquility; Looking across the river, on the other side of the river, the farmhouse at the foot of Jinji Mountain, smoke billowed, the villagers' cattle and sheep Cleisthenes called, the golden rooster crowed at night, and the village women, in clusters, were washing clothes with a smile. I looked at the railing and reveled in this beautiful landscape painting of water town.
Zhou Ce's Beauty Pavilion Dream The dusk in late autumn always comes quickly. The sun set in the western hills before the mountain river was cleared by the steam evaporated by the sun. As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain, while the shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village faster, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but it was soon dyed silver by the moonlight candle.
Feng Deying's Bitter Flowers When I walked out of the hut at dusk in winter, the dusk in winter had landed on the gray Yuan Ye. The snow stopped and the wind was not strong, but the cold was biting. In the sky in the west, from the dense clouds, there are several rosy clouds scattered, thin and beautiful, and there is a star in the east, which appears and disappears.
There are several mud houses in vilen, and there is a faint twilight blowing gently on them. I got on the horse, and the horseshoe stepped on the grass covered with residual snow and gave a dull groan.
The smell of wormwood and mint came back. Suddenly, a wild duck started up from the grass, passed over my head and landed on the river in the distance.
The old elm man stretched out his arm again to say goodbye to me.
6.4) Write a poem describing the beautiful scenery of the mountain village in the evening.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
Drinking (Tao Yuanming)
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.
Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself.
My home is built on a busy road, and people live together, but I never bother to entertain people and make noise.
Ask me how I can be so extraordinary, free and easy, and my mind is naturally quiet and far away from the world.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east wall, I was in a trance, and suddenly I looked up at the scenery of Nanshan.
In the twilight, colorful fog fills the air, and flocks of birds return to the embrace of Xiangyuan Mountain.
Nanzhi, this is the true meaning of life, how can I express its profundity!
Poetry about the Woods 1. Write a poem about a small forest.
I summon the greenwood.
Come with me to Yuan Ye.
Shake a bunch of new leaves in early spring
That's a green flag.
Pull a small flower
Peach, white clouds
Send a new stick as a pointer.
For young female teachers.
Send a new horse.
For children who are not in school.
Cross the ridge with me.
Into a mane on the neck of a galloping horse.
Go to the river with me.
A string of numbers fell into the spring.
The spring breeze swept gently over the top of the forest.
We blew the willow whistle all the way.
The spring breeze lifted our hair.
We ran forward in ecstasy.
When you are tired of running, just stand on your hands.
Close your eyes quietly in the moonlight.
If the ground is wet by the spring rain
That's our sweat.
Come on, Greengrove.
Come with me to Yuan Ye.
2. Poems about forests
In the small forest of the city
Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shake my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
forest
Wait a day.
When I retired at home
I want to take my life savings.
Go to the unknown mountain forest
Wait a day.
When I lived in the mountains
I want to be with the rustling of green leaves.
Sing, sing.
Wait a day.
When I was too old to sing
I want to sit under the green tree.
Listen to the whispers of leaves
Wait a day.
When I'm too old to breathe
I want to integrate myself into the forest soil.
Wait until that day
I also became a part of the forest.
Become a leaf on a branch
Thinking about the Woods, the Woods ...
3. Poems about Spring Woods
1, Long song
HanYueFu
In the green garden, sunflowers are exposed to the sun.
In spring, everything is brilliant.
I am always afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of yellow flowers will wither.
A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?
If young people don't work hard, old people will be sad.
2. "Liu Yong"
Tang He Zhang Zhi
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
3. "Two night scenes along the Hui Chong River"
Su Shi
There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo.
Spring river plumbing duck prophet.
The buds of Artemisia arenaria are very short,
It is the time when the puffer fish wants to fuck.
4. quatrains
Southern song dynasty guide monk
A short canopy under the shadow of ancient trees,
This stick helped me cross the east side of the bridge.
Wet by clothes, apricot blossom rain,
Blowing your face is not cold.
5. Spring Tour of Qiantang River
Bai Juyi
Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.
Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.
Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.
I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana.
4. Poetry praising the forest
Poetry "Night in the Woods"
Everything is calm, with the sound of pines.
That sweet bird song
A gurgling stream under a deep valley.
Only the night wind occasionally blows my dream clothes.
A wooden house in the quiet night
When I walked out the door
There is always a refreshing smell on my face.
Dim starlight, dark distant mountains
That dark forest
Always arouses my infinite reverie.
Rhododendron yunjin
Do you bloom in the dark?
Aesculus chinensis, Ficus altissima, Ligustrum lucidum, Acer truncatum, beech and Chinese tallow.
There are also wild bananas, wild pineapples, wild lychees, wild bees, butterflies, mountain dragonflies and cicadas.
Do you have small dreams, too?
I thought I heard a rustling sound.
In this silent night
Is everything growing quietly?
Tomorrow morning, let's raise the dandelion umbrella.
Climb to the top of a high mountain
Let's have a cordial greeting.
Big forest!
5. Poetry describing the forest
Poems describing the forest are:
1. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded.
2. Birds sing in the shade, deer and cypress.
3. Jet Sese, Su Hui, Emerald Cotton Forest
It's so light that no one can hear it except my partner, Mingyue.
5. Clear water and clear stones can be counted straight, and there are no birds in the forest.
1. Forest is an area with high density of trees. These plant communities cover a large area of the world and play an important role in reducing carbon dioxide, animal communities, hydrological turbulence regulation and soil consolidation, which is one of the most important aspects of the earth's biosphere. Forests include arbor forests and bamboo forests. Forest is a surface biological community mainly composed of trees. It is rich in variety, complex in structure and diverse in functions.
2. The full text of the above poem is as follows:
(1) Enter Ji Wang in Zoigesi.
What's average? Empty water. The afterglow of the sunset rises from the distant mountains, and the sun shines on the winding water. The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. This place has given me a hermit's heart. I'm tired of my official career but I'm not retired and sad.
(2) The land journey of "Mountain Living Rhyme"
Birds are singing in the shade of forests, deer and cypresses. Alas, I am a fool. My servants are chasing after meat and millet. Pity the kite's shoulder and cover it with shame. The difficulty is still in the mountains, and I want to raise my own livestock. Set foot on Xixi and build a house in the North Valley. The light is always hidden, and the jade touches the vulgar eyes.
(3) Cai Xiji, entitled "My Brother's Title on the Regime of Weinan Governors"
If you are at home, why bother to retreat? If you don't go abroad, you will be depressed.
Xuan cars come and go, and the name is clear. Sichuan will fish for jade, and the township pavilion will sprinkle gold.
Su Hui spouts wrasse, emerald cotton forest. I used to be obsessed with poetry and calligraphy and would rather work hard.
My brother, Xu, wasted his way to find each other. Celebrate old clothes in the morning and relax at night.
The article praised the beautiful scenery in the distance, which added to the admiration. I'm looking forward to it. I won't be able to live in Lu Chen tomorrow.
(4) Zhu Wangwei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
(5) Su Shi visited two monks, Qin Hui, in a lonely mountain in Lari.
It will snow, the clouds will fill the lake, the towers will be bright, and the mountains will be gone. There are plenty of stone fish in the water, but there are no birds in the forest. I really entertain myself when I don't return to my wife and children in the twelfth lunar month. Where do Taoist priests live? Pandong Baoyun Mountain Road. Who wants to live in a lonely mountain? Taoist priests are not alone on their mountains. Paper window bamboo building is deep and warm, sitting and lying brown. In cold weather, I don't worry about my servant at all, so I have to drive home and can't leave. Out of the mountain, looking back at the cloud shadow tree, I saw the floating picture of wild storks. I was so happy when I was swimming, and I felt like a dream when I got home. Poetry is desperate for death, and it is difficult to copy a clear scene if it is lost.
6. Complete sentences about forests
This is a dark tree. The forest is dark and silent.
Jinggangshan has 500 miles of forest. From a distance, it is gloomy, overlapping and endless. Persimmon trees in the western ravine. How beautiful. Like a fire. It's bright red.
The neem trees are dense and luxuriant, connecting into a large piece. Seen from a distance, it is like a dense green cloud condensed at the foot of the mountain. Peach blossoms are blooming all over the sky, clusters and clusters. From a distance, the red light shines, dazzling, like a burning flame. Staggered branches of trees, uneven domes, green clouds woven like trembling leaves, leafy, stop under the clear blue sky. There is a deep silence and mystery in the forest.
Hundreds of apple trees are covered with pink brocade woven with petals like a festival, and they are neatly arranged from the village to the field. The virgin forest is shrouded in the silence of waiting in autumn, full of gold leaves and hay. Spruce stands upright-the branches are close to each other, forming a thick wall. This is a trembling branch wall, and the lovely chill of the leaves is coming. The endless mountain forest, like a coat, wraps the whole hillside.
This is a forest with brilliant autumn colors: beech trees with copper color, chestnut trees with light yellow color, and the fruits on cool tea trees are like corals. The burning tongue on the cherry tree ... is like a burning thorn. The forest is like a canopy. The branches and leaves are covered with flowers and birds.
_ Every year, the fallen leaves are thickly piled up on the ground, and then mildewed by rain and snow. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, there will always be an unpleasant smell. Suddenly a strong cold wind swept over the top of the tree. The forest woke up immediately and made a loud noise.
Over the forest, the mountains are stacked and the branches and leaves are staggered, so it is difficult for the sun to shine on the ground. The little sunshine that rarely leaks is like a brightly colored insect, as if crawling on moss and red withered fern skin.
7. sentences describing the forest
★ The roots of the ancient banyan tree are like dragons, and the skin is like cracked rocks, like a centenarian, stroking its long beard.
★ There is an ancient pagoda tree in the yard, with many knots and bumps, just like a bony old man.
★ An old locust tree in the corner of the yard did not move, and the messy dead branches seemed to throw a fishing net into the sky.
★ Willows hang weakly, as if to get into the ground to avoid the hot sun.
★ Several rows of rotten willows hang down like hair, stripped their leaves and swaying in the cold wind.
★ The branches of willow trees have sprouted yellow buds, which are like the small mouths of chickens.
★ 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 bath.
The willows on both sides of the dam, some like white-haired old people, some like girls with long hair shawls, are long dams, which are separated into a corridor with beaded curtains.
★ 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.
★ The willows hang down their slender and soft branches freely, just like a girl who has just washed her hair without braiding her long hair.
★ Rain and fog swirl on the willow leaves, rustling sand, like a girl stroking the strings, and like a silkworm swallowing mulberry leaves.
★ 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, which made the river dyed green, as if an emerald river was running eastward.
★ Losing the scaly bark crisscrossed by green willows is like wrinkles on the face of a silent old man.
★ When you walk on the road, the flying sheep often surround you from left to right, or touch your clothes or face, and they are entangled. This will remind people of the ancient poem "Even when a wild goose flies, it also has feelings"
★ The birch forest is like groups of slim girls in white dresses.
★ The birch forest in front is like a group of cranes standing on one leg.
★ Little birch trees outside the window stand in the moonlight like water, swaying gently with green leaves like coquetry, longing for the moisture of night dew.
★ Birch trees rustle, and one leaf after another falls to the ground like her tears.
★ The breeze swept, the bamboo forest swayed gently, and a rhythmic bell sounded, just like that wonderful music.
★ The bamboos all over the mountain are swaying in the wind, making beautiful sounds, like who blew the huge bamboo flute and played deep music.
★ These bamboos are all the same in thickness and length, just like sisters born in the same year. They are slender, straight and graceful.
★ The wind is blowing gently in the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves tremble slightly, just like a slender mouth whispering.
★ In the hot summer afternoon, when you walk into the shady bamboo path, you will immediately feel a refreshing feeling. The world of mortals is gone, without a trace of fatigue, and your heart is a cool world.
★ When the autumn wind swept away, leaves fell in succession. Some dance like butterflies, some spread their wings like orioles, and some spin lightly like dancers.
These fallen leaves are like colorful petals scattered by fairies.
★ Fallen leaves, some like boats sailing in the wind, some like acrobats tumbling down, and some like hovering gliders.
★ Yellow leaves, one piece and two pieces, float gently on the water, like countless boats, slowly swinging away with the wind.
★ Mature adzuki beans, some like agate, some like pearls, and dense green leaves make up a small umbrella, which is really lovable!
★ There is a large peach blossom in full bloom at the door, which is pink and tender as if it can be turned into water in one breath.
★ The blooming peach blossoms are like pieces of rouge, stained with rich mountains and rivers in spring, and like clouds, reflecting the vibrant earth.
★ Pink peach blossoms are next to each other, filling the whole branch. They are like a group of urchins, scrambling to let people see their gorgeous appearance.
★ Although jujube flower is not as bright as peach blossom, it attracts swarms of bees with its fragrance, and gives its pollen to people for free to make a high-grade tonic-jujube nectar.
★ Osmanthus fragrans is so elegant, so generous, so full of vitality, people can't help but sit up and take notice, especially its rich fragrance, which makes people intoxicated.
★ In midsummer, the trees are full of phoenix flowers. They are so red and colorful. Against the backdrop of green leaves, the phoenix flower is like a phoenix falling on a tree, very beautiful.
★ Phoenix flowers are red. Such trees can't find a green leaf when they bloom. They are all red flowers, so warm and generous!
★ A phoenix flower is like a small flame, and a tree phoenix flower is like a burning torch. The phoenix flowers blooming all over the street made the whole city red.
★ The camellias all over the mountains are so bright and hot, and the sun shines brightly, as if thousands of red stars are shining in front of us, and the breeze blows, as if ten thousand flags are flying.
★ Some long branches of wisteria are covered with lilacs. Petals are clustered together and arranged in order, just like a group of little girls who change dance queues from time to time.
8. Sentences about Woods
1, Maple Grove paved a red carpet on the ground. The autumn wind blows, and the maple leaves make a rushing sound, as if clapping their hands to celebrate the harvest season. 2. The moon rises from the tired snails in the Woods, giving off a cold light, which makes the snow-covered fields look extraordinarily white and makes people feel even colder. 3. plunge into the dense forest, and the sky is cut into shares by tall branches. Tilia amurensis is a little more handsome and her skin is much smoother. Wild poplar propped up its stalwart body with different branches; The most striking thing is that birch tree, elegant and natural, like a white-collar man, with cracked white bark fluttering in the wind ... Of course, there are wild plum trees, pentagonal maple trees, thorny plum trees and vines and shrubs swaying among the trees. They are high and low, regardless of the size of the rings, bringing green and hope to the world. Grass is green, trees are green, and all green life has a transparent texture. The moon is the lover of the forest, leaving uneven beautiful images in the jungle, such as concave and convex characters. Mottled refutation is a strong and weak emotional expression. Bathed in the tenderness of moonlight, the spring is full, the flowers are overflowing, and even the friendly whispers of birds are crisp and sweet. 7. On the sunny hillside, the forest is fresh and green; On the hillside facing the sun, it looks like an ambush with armor and helmet. The forest is a large meadow full of flowers, and it is difficult to see the color of the soil. Vienna forest refers to the suburb of Vienna, with the highest elevation of only 400 meters. There are few conifers, mostly dozens of trees such as broad-leaved forest and eucalyptus, which are mixed with each other. Every spring solstice, trees bloom and birds sing happily. All kinds of wild animals jump in it. This feeling is completely different from that in the south of Tyrol, where the mountains are high and the clouds are light, the pines and cypresses are towering and the snow is pouring. The forest here is fresh, soft and gentle, which is more in line with the taste of Vienna. -the story of Vienna forest 8. Vibrant oak trees spread their dense branches and leaves freely in the sun. 9. They have lush foliage, and the road surface has never been illuminated by the hot summer sun. Pale golden spots are screened and sprinkled from the dense green leaves, jumping and swaying on the asphalt road, paving a swaying light and shadow. The canopies on both sides are intertwined to form a cool green corridor. Even if there are cars coming and going, you can't feel the dust blowing on your face. The air is dirty and the trees absorb a lot of pollution. Sprinklers often come. Once the road is sprinkled, the faint smell of leaves becomes rich, and the wet fragrance in the air is refreshing. 48660.68668686666