The composition of April in the world is 1. How about the jade ribbon in April? Beautiful? Good word!
Different shades of blue, different levels of green, want to melt the whole world into a jasper. Wandering in such a world, birds are ethereal and people are ethereal.
On the blue water of Shimen Lake, there are enchanting images of red azaleas everywhere. These wild azaleas are particularly gorgeous. Compared with artificially planted flowers and plants, I don't know how charming it is. Is it the nourishment of mountain spring or red soil? Or is it the natural touch of the mountain wind that makes these wild rhododendrons blush so intoxicating? They are dotted in clusters in the green jungle, and before you know it, the world is gorgeous. Nature is beauty, and freedom is the whisper of wild cuckoo in the beautiful wind. Did you hear that?
I also occasionally see pink and purple azaleas. In the distant childhood memory, it is also swaying. Kind, warm feeling, and then go with the flow. Wild rose is not weak at all, with petals like snow and faint fragrance, ushered in another spring. They are not reserved, they are always scattered among thorns in large sections, depicting their ingenuity at will. Lilac tweed, shyly hiding on a quiet rock. Although shy, there are still small flowers, pink and blue, white and yellow. Looking at these humble little flowers, I feel the elegance of spring everywhere.
My little niece is three years old, exactly two weeks and four months. The little guy is curious about everything. Ask later:? How can water shine? He said he would throw the blade of grass into the silver lake in the sun to see if it could shine. After a while, we quarreled: I also want to see the azalea in the mirror! ? When you see the white ducks on the water, you should also cheer: Oh, ducks and ducks are lined up! ? I suspect that the heron swept up on the small continent was surprised by this chirping bird; The pheasants poking around in the forest were led out by this tender and beautiful children's voice.
Mother originally said that she would only swim in the lake and not climb the mountain, but in the end she couldn't stand the temptation of the mountain. Halfway up the mountain, she received a phone call from her friend and excitedly described the mountain light to her friend. Mom's face is much brighter than before. Is it a gift from spring mountain and spring water?
April is like jade, April is like brocade. In April, in my hometown, spring is a compassionate Buddha, a gentle god, and a heartfelt smile in my eyes.
Essay on April day in the world 2 April day in the world, flowers are in full bloom.
Following the gentle trace of the spring breeze, I smell the fragrance of pear blossoms on strangers. I was tempted to take my children to explore the spring again. Ten miles of flowers are like a tide and colorful. Just like swinging a boat, clouds are floating in the ocean of flowers. The clothes that gently pull the spring breeze, swaying in the long meaning of the sea of flowers, are to give up the troubles of entanglement, but to pull the world's' April'.
Because of the desire for beautiful scenery. Whenever there is a holiday, I always invite a few friends to explore the scenery around. Or take pictures; Or draw a few pastels with a brush; Or read a few short poems and let the most romantic atmosphere freeze the mountain stream with flowers.
April on the earth is spring, and everything is lush. Yingchun opened the door, jumped over the cliff and stood on the edge of the slope. A wet yellow cage covers the field. Dye the countryside yellow.
The water in Baohe Reservoir is still green and rippling. It seems to be about this beautiful April, rippling in the green waves and smoke. Green willows seem to be covered with green gauze and swaying branches. Like a charming girl, green leaves are dancing. He attracted a butterfly and a kite. Liu Qing Beach painted a perfect picture of spring for people looking for it, that is, they found bamboo poles and started fishing. Scoop a spoonful of spring water, slowly cook wine in the spring breeze, hold April's waist, bend over your ear and blow silk, inviting you to whisper. Peach, willow, green, apricot, white flowers, it is better to stop outside the ridge, a furnace, an altar and a turbid wine. Borrow a bottle to ask the world where is not home.
Nanzhuang, an ancient town in drizzle, is even more sultry. In April, Nanzhuang was in the middle of the flower sea. Perhaps it is a long-term hotbed of mountains and rivers, or a long-term essence precipitation, which gave birth to a light and plain Nanzhuang. No matter which angle you look at Nanzhuang, she is noble and indifferent. It has carried hundreds of years of history and accumulated a unique regional essence. He always looks so elegant, knowledgeable and reasonable. For a long time, I always stood there without complaining. She is old and charming, and the longer she goes, the more people will feel that she is on a whim. If you throw yourself into her arms, let a troubled heart calm down instantly. Listen to your heart and look back silently. What a Nanzhuang, waiting for your graceful and restrained, can also make countless talented people and beautiful women compete for beauty. Quiet inside's sentence
I especially like Lin's prose, that is, love me, love my dog. Because she also likes April day. She always lives in the spring breeze, always so pure and clear.
In the idle April, I sat under the pear flower. A cup of tea and a book. Tea warms people's hearts, and books are warm. Holding a cup of tea, fragrant tea reflects the clear self. I also gently picked up the faint memories, and in the reverie of my thoughts, the charm of alternating seasons will pass through the past. No matter whether you are full of success or have failed, no one can change the law of life and continue like this.
Looks like a little leopard that has been kept in captivity for a long time. Running and jumping in the field, sometimes in circles, sometimes running in the field. Sometimes I lie on the grass slope and sometimes I disappear from the flowers. Perhaps it is the fragrance of pear blossoms all over the tree that holds the children's hearts, looking up at the pear blossoms and wanting to lift the branches to pick them. However, the tree is tall and small. Exactly: the letter hand twists the flower stickers and looks for dead branches to fly away. After all, my son tried his best, but his favorite little flower came, but he still couldn't pick it. . . After a little depression, I let go! I also told him that I would try my best to do what I like. You can't always rely on others' help. If you are a little younger this year, you will grow much taller when the flowers bloom next year, so you can pick flowers easily. Perhaps the son understood the essence of the words, that is, he put down his heart and moved to another place. Looking at such a sensible little person and automatically replying to jokes, I am very thoughtful and gratified.
Times have changed, and you have to do what you want. Write your favorite articles to make yourself more and more elegant; Write and draw a few scenery black and pink to make yourself relaxed and happy; Read a few short poems lightly to make yourself full of poetry; Essay a few ancient essays to make yourself more ancient.
Just blowing a breeze and enjoying the spring. One day, you will float in the wind like a flower. I think it is: flowers bloom and fall, choose a sunny day and take a walk.
In the breeze, petals fall with the wind, just like snow. I knit my long hair tightly into the basket and connect the fallen flowers remotely. Dissolve the attachment to April, participate in the sweetness of spring rain, give up old wine and blend an altar of petal wine. Buried alone in the flowers. I invite you in the middle of April next year:
Cook wine and enjoy flowers.
Game poetry
Playing wine in the spring breeze
Regain the ocean of flowers