In the early morning, the campus flower garden was filled with the fragrance of flowers. Some students destroyed the flowers for no reason because of their whimsical desire to graft flowers. After the flowers were destroyed, the flower stalks swayed listlessly in the wind. Several burly students The figure slowly left the flower garden.
This small town looks extremely peaceful under the spring sunshine. Narrow and uneven roads stretch gracefully between rows of houses. Almost every house has a flowerbed around it, where snowdrops and crocuses are in bloom.
One meter of sunlight shines warmly on me. I gently pick the most beautiful flower for you from the nearby flowerbed. You don’t need to know what kind of flower it is. You just know that I picked it for you from the nearby flowerbed. That meter of gentle sunshine originally wanted to hold you back for a period of early spring care, but instead it became thinner and thinner. Spring is still there, and people are already far away.
The courtyard is surrounded by mountains, flowerbeds, and fountains. The water flows like a waterfall to the clouds. The columns and pavilions are mottled with fluorescent stairs. When thousands of people line up, they are endless like a river. But now I am wearing a scarlet cloak and the sound is as powerful as it is now. Even the shadows have been abandoned. There are only mountains, rivers, rivers, moonlit sky, flowers, and old clouds. The white pagoda is embedded in the river bank. I crossed the river, just to go there
There is a flower garden in my community, and there are many kinds of flowers planted in it. Half of a chrysanthemum in various shapes. Some have curled tails, some have straight tails, and some have indescribable shapes. In the morning, these chrysanthemums exude a refreshing fragrance along with the fresh air. Some petals hang down one by one, some are rolled inward, like an eagle's talons; some are slightly drooping, like golden waterfalls pouring down, which is very beautiful. I love the beauty of chrysanthemums, but what I love most is their tenacious spirit.
In the early morning, when people get up, the summer wind gently blows away the fragrance from the flowers in the flowerbed, and quietly sends it to us sleepy people. The fragrance is really tempting. Nose, it makes people feel refreshed!
The character of the chrysanthemum has been integrated with Tao Yuanming's personality, just as Ming Yu Dayou said in "Autumn Mountain Travel": From Tao Ling Pingzhang, it has been said through the ages to the present. Therefore, the chrysanthemum is also known as Tao Ju. Tao Ju symbolizes Tao Yuanming's proud character who would not give up for five buckets of rice. Dongli became the synonym for chrysanthemum garden. In the past, Tao Yuanming planted chrysanthemums in Dongliu County, and later the county was also named chrysanthemum. "Flower Mirror." Chrysanthemum" Tao Yuanming and Tao Ju have become beautiful images imprinted in people's hearts.
Not to mention the red apples, green watermelons, and golden bananas; not to mention the clear streams, green grass, and colorful flowers. There are infinite beauty in the small flowerbed alone. scene.
In the pleasant autumn months of October, it is the best time for people to enjoy chrysanthemums! You see, the chrysanthemum garden in the park has attracted many tourists to admire it: some are taking pictures with their mobile phones or cameras; some are bending down to have close contact with the chrysanthemums; and some are running around with cameras on their backs, taking pictures of those white chrysanthemums. Yellow chrysanthemums, red chrysanthemums, orange chrysanthemums, blue chrysanthemums, purple chrysanthemums, green chrysanthemums, ink chrysanthemums, so colorful, how can you not forget to leave?
When I think of everyone who has left traces in my life, there are of course many people whose names I can’t remember who have appeared in my life. They may be like a clear lake swollen with scales in the sun. I didn't know the depth of the scaly light. I stepped on the air and fell in. But I can't swim. They might be a flower bed full of roses and hanging with dewdrops. I couldn't help but be attracted, so the thorns pricked my body. But when I didn't have armor. To this day, I no longer feel pain or sadness. I think this may be really destined. They are just passers-by, just good or bad scenery along the way.
It was a time that passed by for a long time and was unforgettable: In the first spring of the century, on the civilized and beautiful continent of Europe, the fierce fascist artillery fire was brutally destroying the green pastoral land. Ancient castles, towering churches, gorgeous theaters, and solemn museums are being reduced to rubble and ashes. Sculptures, murals, garden fountains are collapsing and burning, old people, children, cats and pigeons are being burned to death. The diffuse smoke and poisonous smog has blackened the blue sky... Source: Footsteps The Tramp Sweeping the World
The sky in May is colorful, the breeze and the bright moon always care about the motherland. Workers listen to the sound of saplings sprouting during tree planting activities; gardeners listen to the sound of flowers blooming in the flower beds. , listening to the beautiful rustling sound when sweeping the streets before dawn; seeing the heroic flag squad soldiers in Tiananmen Square.
Girls of the new race are like an unrecognizable spring flower that suddenly grows in the flower bed of Dunhua South Road Circle. It has no name and weird colors, but it blooms in the wind of the times.
The boys were the newly pruned road trees on Zhongxiao East Road, and irregular branches sprouted, gently resisting the scissors. Author: Lin Qingxuan Source: Dusk Bodhi
My head is getting heavier and heavier, and my body is getting colder and colder. After all, I went and never came back. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her cold hands dropped stiffly. Those purple eyes will no longer shine, and those thin peach lips will no longer open slightly. From then on, she will turn into misty smoke and blend into the mortal world. "Xiao Qing!" Han Zhengxi hugged Han Muqing tightly and cried heartbreakingly. The sad voice echoed in the lavender garden and lingered for a long time.
I seem to see myself for many years under the sunshine. I have a pair of beautiful children. The boy is called Time and the girl is called Time. He is pruning in the flower garden and turns his head to look at me from time to time. The shallow smile towards me is like the feeling when we were in love. I no longer have the arrogance I once had. I look peaceful and gentle, enjoying the sunshine and laughter.
The new warrior Zhao Ziwen moved mountain cherries and wild roses from the mountains. , the soldiers picked up colorful shells and built various flowerbeds.
As soon as I walked into the campus in the morning, a refreshing fragrance hit my face. The flowers and leaves in the flower garden that had just been moistened by the night rain were so delicious, as if exuding an alluring aroma.
I saw a large flower garden dozens of feet away from the road, and a village girl wearing a green cloth shirt was bending over to arrange the flowers and plants. Except for a pair of eyes, her appearance is plain, her skin is withered and yellow, her face is sallow, as if she has not had enough to eat all year round, her hair is yellow and thin, her shoulders are thin, and she is thin, showing that she is a poor girl from a poor village. Without nourishment, she seemed to be sixteen or seventeen years old in appearance, but her figure was that of a fourteen or fifteen year old.
Shangyang Palace diverts the Luoshui tributary and passes through the palace. The flowerbed is full of delicate and precious flowers. It is said that the flowerbed will not lose its color all year round, even in the severe winter. It's also hard to cut and harvest, not to mention it's the height of summer. There is an artificial sea in the sixteen courtyards of Shangyang Palace. There is also a fairy mountain in the sea that is more than a hundred feet above the water. The rugged rockery is breathtaking. A fan wheel rotates on the top of the corridor, sending seawater from the artificial sea up to the top of the corridor and into the corridor ridge. There are holes next to the corridor ridge. The water flows straight down along the corridor eaves, forming a fine dripping artificial water curtain. Under the reflection of the sun, Brilliant and crystal clear. Walking in the corridor, listening to the sound of falling water drops, smelling the refreshing fragrance of flowers, stepping on the smooth and cool sapphire stone slabs, and looking at the scenery of Shangyang Palace outside the corridor through the water curtain, it is really an elegant place to cool down and escape the summer heat. land. Author: Black Source: Yashe IV
The garden of life does not necessarily have to be full of roses to be colorful and fragrant everywhere. You must know that there is no absolutely good or bad person in this world. The person who suits you is the person you want. If you really want to get married, please grab the arm of someone who truly loves you. People who really love you are like this: they will make you cry, but they will also make you laugh; they will fight against you, but in the end they will leave good things to you.
Grass is ordinary. It is everywhere beside the road, on the lawn, in the flower beds and in the fields. The green leaves and short body sway happily in the wind, but no one cares about their existence.
In the flower garden, the pink roses bloomed with smiles blown by the spring breeze, like a shy girl standing gracefully and beautifully. The green grass breaks through the soil, swinging its little head mischievously, greedily sucking the spring rain as precious as oil. Many translucent raindrops rolled on the green grass. The white butterfly danced lightly, sometimes stopping on a petal, sometimes flapping its wings and flying up.
The soldiers picked colorful shells and built various flowerbeds.
Debater: Every person in the country smokes! Defendant: Then there is an individual smoking in the entire school. Debater: Do you know that smoke is poisonous? Defendant: So a small amount of smoke can disinfect and sterilize. Debater: Your cigarette butt almost burned down the flower garden under the school gate! Defendant: Impossible, the relative humidity that day was above %, and the burned cigarette butt would go out within seconds. It takes . seconds for a cigarette butt to hit the ground in a parabola. If it is extinguished long ago, the flower garden will never be burned. Comment on the defendant with the best science scores in the world. Author: Gemini Star Luo Source: The First Debater
The large, fan-shaped clouds of clouds turned from piles of white cotton balls into golden pineapples. Then a touch of rose red and a touch of dark purple appeared, like a distant flowerbed, with snow-green, gray-black, brown and light yellow, appearing and disappearing, blending together.
The entire sky and ocean gradually darkened with the color of the clouds, then brightened suddenly, and the setting sun finally fell from the arms of the clouds to the sea, as if spitting out a big duck egg yolk, changing from orange to orange to bright red. It changed from a big circle to a fan circle, and was finally swallowed up by the raging tide.
The old man who managed the flower garden shed his sweat and walked silently to the horizon.
In winter, the river is silent. Snowflakes are falling on the ground, lighter than a cat's steps, but very poetic. Xiaohe no longer sang those songs, but kept repeating Ding Dong. The wintersweet in the Ding Dong flower garden braved the wind and snow, and bursts of floral fragrance floated out. Everything was quiet, only the north wind kept blowing, only the snowflakes kept flying, and only the river kept flowing. How peaceful everything is! Ah! The river is the eternal scenery of my hometown!
March in spring is the most beautiful season in our school. The warm spring breeze brings the intoxicating fragrance of flowers, and the tender ones are secretly woven into a green carpet. Birds sing the sound of spring, willows dance with their waists, and pink peach blossoms bloom all over the branches. The whole campus is full of spring. Our campus is like a beautiful big garden. There are flowerbeds with blooming flowers, a small football field with lush green grass, a fountain that sprays beads and jade, and beautifully trimmed trees.
When the spring breeze blows, the smiling flowers hidden deep in the flowerbed finally quietly bloom their smiling faces! The ivory-colored stamens exude a delicate fragrance, exuding a light fruit-like sweetness. She has slender leaves and short plants. She does not have a stalwart body, but she is vigorous and vigorous, silently exuding wisps of refreshing fragrance from the bottom of her heart. Her body contains the poetry of spring and is filled with the breath of spring. Its blooming, its of fragrance. Let us immerse ourselves in the joy of spring
○The three dishes are opposite to the wind, the elephant is opposite to the Yao, and the giant python is opposite to the long dragon. Astronomy versus geography, cricket versus octopus. The dragon is correcting, the tiger is roaring, Beixue is facing Dongjiao. To build a platform, earth must be piled up, and to build a house, thatch must be removed. Pan Yue never forgets the prosperity of autumn, and Bian Shao is often ridiculed by sleep in the day. He raises a group of Li people and sees that the country is prosperous. Only when he breeds all things can he know that heaven and earth are harmonious. The meander is opposite to the dragon, the mirage is to the dragon, and the lin is to the magpie's nest. The sound of wind is against the moonlight, the ears of wheat are against the mulberry buds. Why is it difficult? Ziyun mocks, Chudian is facing the suburbs of Shang. The five tones are only heard by the ears, and all worries are in the periphery of the heart. Ge was conquered by Tang Zheng because of his hatred of pay, and Chu and Cao attacked Baomao together. As high as the sky, it is the way of saints; as light as water, it is really the friendship between gentlemen and gods. Cows versus horses, dogs versus cats, wine versus delicious food. The peach is red against the willow green, the bamboo leaves are against the pine tips, the quinoa stick is against the old man, the commoner is against the woodcutter, and the northern field is against the eastern suburbs. The shape of the white horse is bright, and the yellow bird is making friends. There are no visitors in the flower garden in spring, and there are always monks knocking on the firewood gate at night. The beauties beside the wall competed to dance on the swing; the young men in front of the building laughed and competed to throw the cuju. Author: Li Yu Source: Li Weng Duiyun
Narrow, uneven roads wind between rows of houses. Almost every house has a small flower garden, where snowdrops and sweet potatoes grow. The red flowers are about to bloom.
The empty campus shines in the sunshine, and there will always be such warm sunshine flowing silently in the autumn morning. In a place where the per capita area is already very tight, the school still has a basketball court, a football field, a square and a flower garden. The contrast with the bustling buildings outside the school gate is eye-catching to real estate developers. The tasong, which had not been pruned for a long time, was lazily basking in the sun. The half-grey and half-bright blue sky had just stretched out, and the large bluestone window sill was covered with blurred sunlight, letting out the quiet time of my youth. A sleepy whistle came from the distance, so leisurely. .
On the street, the neat street trees and flower beds beside the stairs give people a pleasing feeling.
Someone once said: You are a star, and I am a star, making up the collective galaxy; you are a grass, and I am a grass, making up the collective green space; you I am a flower, I am a flower, set into the collective flowerbed. Yes, the power of the collective is infinite. It was the little ants that made me feel the power of unity.
Do you understand? The film thing, the flower garden, and the power station all overlap. I selected the scenery I saw in front of me according to my own preferences, combined them calmly in my mind, and then searched for them from dreams, books I read, and memories. I spent a lot of time imagining them to form a picture in my mind. Or take commemorative photos of the scene. New scenes that came into view were constantly added to the photo, and by the end, it seemed as if the person in the photo came to life, laughing and singing. Then a splendid palace will appear in your mind, where all kinds of people gather and do all kinds of things. Once the palace was built, it was very interesting to look inside. It's like watching the Nether from the clouds.
There is everything there, people from all countries speak different languages, the pillars of the palace are different and in various shapes, and the delicacies from all over the world are dazzling. Author: Ryu Murakami Source: Infinitely Approximating Transparent Blue
At the school gate, Miss Winter sprinkled a layer of slippery crystal ice, allowing teachers and students to slide and have fun involuntarily. Walking into the campus, the teaching building was shivering from the cold, and the mouth of the sewer pipe was also covered with silver bars because of the winter girl's frost, which was very shiny and beautiful. The path near the teaching building has also been sprinkled with a thin layer of ice by Miss Winter. The little flowers in the flower bed have long returned to the embrace of mother earth to hibernate; but the grass is much stronger than the little flowers and stands upright. There, receiving the cold water bath from Miss Dong, although Xiaocao's upper body bent down, her lower body remained straight, as if she raised her head to demonstrate to the cold: I won't be afraid, I can persevere! Looking at the small tree again, the branches were fighting left and right as Miss Winter chased her, and the leaves were twitched together by the cold. Only the iron railing, although chattering constantly from the cold, still stood strong to protect the flowers, plants and trees from being destroyed. Several teachers and classmates who were clearing the snow, forgetting the trap set by Miss Winter, took brooms and shovels and started a disco.
Walking into the park, the flowers in the roadside flower beds are in various shapes, red like a ball of fire, yellow like a pile of gold, and white like a handful of snow. Some of the flowers are in bud, like a shy little girl; some are half-open, like a little girl holding her face with her delicate hands; some are in full bloom, like smiling cheerfully at people.
In front of the flower garden and in front of the round pavilion where the band is located, people stroll back and forth in pairs or groups of three or five, sometimes stopping to talk and say hello, or ask questions from an old beggar who tied a flower plate to the railing. Buy a handful of flowers in your hand.
The first impression left on people when they come to Suzhou is that the air there is fresher and the streets there are cleaner than Shanghai. Towering trees were planted on both sides of the streets. The branches and leaves of these trees hugged each other, making each street a boulevard. Along the streets and at the doorsteps of residents’ homes, there are many flowerbeds with colorful flowers blooming in every corner of the city. I love my Jieya hometown.
In spring, as long as you pay attention, you will find that there are many morning glories around us. Some are blooming silently in the small mounds of soil on the roadside, some are smiling quietly in the flowerbeds of the park, and some are blooming quietly in people's pots. Its strong roots will grow downwards as long as there is soil, and its delicate stems will continue to climb upwards as long as there is support.
It’s like a gardener who is very unpromising and grows a flower. He or she planted it in someone else’s flowerbed on Mars, but you still can’t help but use a telescope to see if it’s there. , because apart from that, you have nothing. Author: Jiangnan Source: Dragon Clan
My family’s courtyard faces south. It is a very ordinary farmyard on the plains of northern Jiangsu. The small courtyard is surrounded by a wall that is two meters high. Towering poplars and thick sycamore trees line up outside the high walls. Entering the gate of the wall, there are five houses with red bricks and blue tiles. There are two rooms on each side, with the Moon Gate aisle in the middle. Go through the Moon Gate. Suddenly, the spacious backyard is immediately in front of you. The most eye-catching thing is the small flower garden in the center of the courtyard, which my sister and I cultivated ourselves. It is eight feet square and has all kinds of flowers in it. If it's spring, all kinds of flowers are blooming, adding infinite fun to the courtyard.
The flowers have fallen and the man has passed away. My heart follows Yi, where should I go? White snowflakes are falling from the sky, and they can't fall all over the flower garden, but they cover Han Zhengxi's heart. Warm tears fell one by one, hitting Han Muqing's cold face. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, outlining a beautiful arc, but it was always frozen in that moment. It's raining, the sky is crying. It's snowing, and the soul is frozen.
The road ahead is still bumpy, and you and I will eventually be dusty, passing by villages, tea gardens, the West Lake and flower gardens, the sunset and clouds, and love and time.
The grass was bent by the breeze as if bowing to welcome the arrival of the spring girl; the willow branches swayed with the wind as if playing with the spring girl; several small swallows stood on the telephone poles The chirping sounds seemed to be singing; the most conspicuous primrose in the flowerbed sprouted a small trumpet, seeming to announce the good news that the long-awaited spring has finally arrived!
If life is a book, then time is a pen, writing life; if life is a river, then time is a surging wave, driving life; if life is a It is a flower garden, then time is a flower that embellishes life.
In the vegetable garden and flowerbed, groups of butterflies are like colorful pieces of paper scattered from the sky, floating here and there in the wind.
Look, the flowers in the flower bed are already in bud, some have only opened two or three petals, and some have just grown buds. I walked on the campus after the rain, and the cool wind blew against my face. The plastic track on campus has been washed by the spring rain and looks spotless and extremely clean! As soon as we students enter the school, we can feel the strong breath of spring.
There is a big flowerbed in my heart. Every time the wind called emotion blows, it will bring some language seeds. I cultivate them until they turn into blossoming words. No matter how hard I pruned and irrigated, these flowers were always missing petals and stamens, and were staggered and strangely shaped.
I want to write you a love letter. There is no fairy tale in Langyuan, and there is no flawless jade. Not to mention that a great feast is easy to disperse and a good meeting is hard to come by. Rather, it is a simple narration of bits and pieces. You said I was great and thoughtful, but I just wanted to pretend to be taller so that you could rely on me. I said you were the most beautiful in the world, and you smiled and said, that world is only in my flower garden. I only know that the locks in the past were beautiful and the keys were elegant and stylish. Once you locked it, people would understand that you can only love one person in your life. I want to take you to feed horses, chop firewood, travel around the world, and give every river and mountain a warm name. I want our roots to be held tightly in the ground, and I want our leaves to blend in the clouds. It's a pity that your sadness is about to overwhelm your brow, but on my shoulders, my sadness cannot be seen by you.
I don’t do it because labor is beautiful, noble, or healthy, but because my bluebells will bloom and my saxifrages will grow more luxuriantly in the new beds. Therefore, if you want to celebrate something, it is better not to celebrate for labor, but to celebrate the bluebells and saxifrages, because they are the purpose of your labor; if you give up writing and become a builder or a blacksmith, Your starting point must not be for labor, but to exchange for bacon and bread to feed your wife and children and keep your family alive. Therefore, you should praise bread, children, life and everything you bought or exchanged with labor. things to come. You can also celebrate the work you do, just like the workers who built the road, but they will not just celebrate the labor, but first celebrate the road they built - because of it, they can live. Author: Karel Capek Source: A Gardener's Year
When you walk into the campus, the first thing you see is the tall, majestic and brightly colored teaching building. It is milky white overall, with yellow and green alternating in the middle, forming a grid shape, and the lower layer is brown. In the morning, a red sun rose slowly from the east. From the bright window, I saw batches of promising students reading and the sound of reading came from the classroom. The pine trees in front of the teaching building are evergreen all year round, tall and straight, like brave soldiers standing proudly on campus. The vibrant green of the pine trees dyed the campus, the playground, and our hearts green. There is also a flowerbed next to the pine tree. The flowerbed is rectangular and filled with bunches of red. Every summer, the red is like a ball of fire, which is refreshing.
Among the huge scaly green leaves, on the long flower stalks, small and cute lilies of the valley hang, like strings of delicate wind chimes, swaying in the wind, exuding an elegant fragrance. . The colorful butterflies, as if they were dressed up for a party, danced their colorful wings, spinning among the white lilies of the valley, and playing among the flowers.
The butterfly was flying in the lily of the valley flowerbed, flying forward. Slowly, the cute lily of the valley disappeared, and was replaced by a large field of colorful hyacinths: red, blue, yellow, white, purple, pink. The... group..
In the breeze, in the sunshine, the hanging branches of winter jasmine stretch out green branches, spit out green buds, and sway their slender figures in the breeze, as if A graceful girl dances gracefully in the beautiful music. It sometimes twists its slender branches and sometimes shakes its green leaves. Look, it is waving to us in the breeze! I came to the flower garden and saw that the winter jasmine in the flower garden was golden. Its flower bones were wrapped in light green clothes, and dark yellow stamens sprouted from the open light yellow petals. It is not only beautiful, but also exudes a refreshing fragrance. It looks particularly beautiful against the blue sky and white clouds, making people feel that spring is coming.
"If I Had a House" If I had a house, restlessness and restlessness would be forgiven. All kinds of choruses would make the candle flames tremble and the lights would fade. I would comfort them with all my heart. If I had a house If I had a house, I would look at every slight disturbance in the wilderness. And more than that, I will also write a poem to praise it, chanting in the bright starlight. The loess will eventually build a small tomb. Withered petals. The misty rain is confusing, the flowers have stopped dancing all spring, and the tired smile is stranded on the corners of the petals
If the classroom is a gardener, then the school is a flower garden, full of all kinds of buds. The flowers were blooming, and the red rose in front of me, which showed bright colors before it fully bloomed, was too bright. This may be a blessing, or it may be a misfortune. Author: Sanqian Liuli Source: The heroine and the heroine are a pair
The end of Qingping is full of wind and dew, the roof is dripping with dew, fate, who knocked down the old lantern, Zhang Huang frowned in confusion, and the dormant longing followed. The broken branches are swaying in the rain. The sky and the earth are unkind and destroy the flying insects. At the end of midsummer, the heat does not decrease at night. There are fireflies dotted. They separate and join. Paper umbrellas protect the rain but cannot withstand the flowing light. There is still something worth clinging to. Who can pity the rotten grass for the fireflies? My life is short, just like traveling on a worldly road. Who do I pity? A blinded leaf is like flying around a flower garden all my life... (Rotten grass is a firefly)
Although I miss people and have nothing to see, those who wait for the wind are not chased, only the sunflowers A flower given to you is a flower given to you by the spirit disciple. It has been planted in the flower bed. You must remember to water, loosen the soil, fertilize, weed, and take good care of it. May the flowers bloom and fill the summer with fragrance. May lovers eventually get married. Author: Shi Guang. Exit:..< /p>
Autumn is here, and the golden oranges are hanging all over the branches, but nothing is found; the red apples are full of smiles, like proud little girls; the chrysanthemums in the flowerbed are colorful.
It seems that I have gone through all kinds of hardships and traveled through the desert for thousands of years, cultivating nostalgia for a meeting, and the fleeting years are beautiful. You are the distant scenery, weaving a new version of the Arabian story for me to meet, and I am so drunk that I want to walk through it. In the spring of thousands of mountains and rivers, find someone to see the world. Let the scenery outside the window remain in my memory for eternity. Maybe it has never been like this. The vicissitudes of time are reincarnated. The years of youth feel that the sun and the moon are dreaming. Let me meet the most beautiful flowers in bloom. May it be in your memory. In the flower garden, I am that flower that never blooms again. The time is gentle and the years are peaceful. I hope that in the lingering spring, I will wait for you to touch the tip of my nose with the cool remaining warmth of the years to repay you. When I am tired, I will go home following the smoke from the kitchen. , I want to be a happy person, cut out every good time in the future, go to distant places to take photos of light and shadow, compose poems in my spare time while drinking wine and wave my hands, cut off all the worries of yesterday, and lie drunk in the world of mortals, unwilling to wake up
I want to find a flower garden full of fairy tales and confess my unfinished childhood.
Love is a deserted flower garden. Lovers hide their faces and cry. Source: Dancing in the Moonlight
○ Winter and spring versus summer, autumn versus winter, evening drums versus morning bells. Watch the mountains and play with the water, the green bamboos and the pines. Feng Fuhu, Ye Gonglong, dancing butterflies and singing crickets. There are two purple swallows in the mud on the street, and a few wasps in the classroom. In the spring, the orioles are in the garden, and in the cold autumn, the wild geese are flying outside. The Qinling Mountains are covered with clouds, covering a distance of eight thousand miles; the rain washes over Wushan Mountain, and the twelve dangerous peaks are high. Light versus dark, light versus dense, wisdom versus mean. The mirror and the dowry are opposite to the clothes and robes, and the wild pestle is to the village pound. The flowers are bright, the grass is covered with velvet, and nine summers meet three winters. The famous drama horse of Taigao plays the small trumpet Panlong. He holds crab claws from Bi Zhuo, and wears a crane cloak from Wang Gong. The Wulao Peak is high and looks like a jade pen in the sky; the Sangu Stone is big, and the sound of wind and rain is like a golden yong. Benevolence is opposite to righteousness, yield is to respect, Yu and Shun are to Xi Nong.
Snowflakes are like cloud leaves, peony is like hibiscus. Empress Chen, Emperor Zhongzong of Han Dynasty, embroidered tigers and carved dragons. There is a light breeze in the willow pond and a thick moonlight in the flower garden. It's a good time to see butterflies in the morning in spring, and smell crickets in the autumn night. When a soldier wants merit, he must rely on fighting to achieve bravery; when a common man wants to achieve his ambition, he must rely on poetry and wine to nourish his leisurely mood. Author: Li Yu Source: Li Weng Duiyun
I saw a little fat man hurriedly directing the remote control car. The panting car knocked the small foam flower garden upside down, and finally the remote control car crashed into the ground. on the brick wall.
A leaf fell, and as I passed by the flower bed, my broken nose could not smell anything. One leaf falls, and the rest stay quietly on the tree. The winter sun suddenly turns the sky into a sweet quilt, making people want to lie in it. Author: Appearance Source: A leaf falls
But this is my life, there are only a few reasons. It's like a gardener who is very incompetent. He only planted one flower, and it was planted in someone else's flower bed on Mars. However, you still watch the telescope to see that flower, right? Because besides it You have nothing, so it is very precious to you, even if the distance between you and it is from Mars to the Earth. Author: Jiangnan Source: Dragon Clan Ⅰ Dawn of Fire
It’s snowing today, and the snowflakes are falling down one after another, like white cotton balls, and like dancing ballerinas; falling on the ground, Like magic, it magically disappeared and turned into a drop of water; it fell on the grass, dotted with white snow, just like the patterns on a Dalmatian dog; it fell on the car, like putting a white shawl on the car; On the red roof, the roof slowly turns white, like putting on a white hat; falling on the dead tree, it looks like a silver-white Christmas tree; falling on the flowerbed, it seems like the grass is covered with a layer of white. quilt.
When I walked to the flowerbed, I saw roses blooming with red flowers, and sunflowers blooming more luxuriantly, with red, yellow, orange, and so on. There are too many to count. Passing by the pond, it was covered with soft blanket-like grass, green and lush. I suddenly saw a lot of butterflies. I was very surprised. Why were there so many butterflies at this time? I took a closer look and saw that it was a butterfly flower. When the spring breeze blew, it looked like there were many butterflies dancing on the edge of the pond. It was so beautiful!