1. When gardenia blooms, the unforgettable fragrance is a poem, a season, a memory and a story.

2, twice a year to visit Jincheng, before the value of the east wind after the value of autumn.

Whether the old friends will come or not tonight, teach people to do their best.

4. Xiao He only shows a sharp corner, on which stands a dragonfly.

5. The lone sail overlooks the blue sky and only sees the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.

6. The footsteps of spring are approaching, but I can only smell her fragrance in the corridor of dreams. When I woke up, I decided to go outside to find the fragrance of spring. ?

7. Lilacs don't bloom one by one, but dozens of them are tightly clustered together. Against the green leaves, clusters of lilacs are like little girls in purple dresses.

My friend, you are a warm rose, blooming for me in this desolate world. Hide my deep sadness in your friend's heart!

9. Have pity on old friends and horses.

10, the high sun is radiant and warm. Spring scenery, fresh green leaves, fog and smoke in the fields, just like her clothes.

1 1、? That little gardenia blooms like a star. Although the flowers are smaller, the fragrance is no less than that. I passed by the roadside, and the smell made you want to stop. ?

12, the mountains and heavy waters are doubtful, and there is no way, and there is another village.

A wise ruler banished me because of my fault. I was ill for so long that I couldn't see my friends.

14 when the small snowflake falls to the ground, it seems to cover the earth with a blanket; I stayed on the house and wanted to put a cotton-padded coat on it; When it landed on a big tree, it wanted to dress it in silver. It landed on the car like layers of white cream. This scene is refreshing and intoxicating! It's all white, wrapped in white. Really beautiful!

15, "It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside?" Seeing Du Fu's poems, I thought Lao Du and Wei Ba Chu Shi were bosom friends, but actually they only met occasionally, and their friendship was strengthened by poems. Speaking of Lao Du, we have to sigh that Li Bai is no longer a buddy.