South of the Yangtze river

Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf.

Fish play in the lotus leaves, fish play in the lotus leaves,

Fish hits the lotus leaf in the west, fish hits the lotus leaf in the south and fish hits the lotus leaf in the north.

Cailian District Wang Changling

The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other.

Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.

Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli of Chu Xiao Jingci School.

It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Cut plum in the northern song dynasty. Li Qingzhao

Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.

Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Lotus Qingshitao

Five-inch lotus leaves, sticking waves does not hinder the painting boat from shaking;

In April and May, it can also cover the waist of beautiful women.

"Ailian said" song? Zhou dunyi

There are many flowers on land and water vegetation. Tao Jinyuan clearly loves chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang came, peonies have been loved all over the world. Love lotus alone, never touch the mud, clear ripples but not evil, direct communication, not sloppy, but far away without being ridiculous.

In spring, camellia is in full bloom, and many bright red flowers are in full bloom. The tree is full of red flowers, so dazzling and lovely, just like colorful silks and satins.

Look! The smiling camellia. Dozens of heart-shaped petals are layered, fragrant and cheerful. Some of them "swing" on the branches, just like a girl who is performing a wonderful dance; Some hang on their waists, open their mouths and sing the arrival of spring with sweet voices; Some are embedded in branches, as if gathering strength to meet challenges; Others cover half their faces with green leaves, looking shy, as if they were playing hide-and-seek with me ... In every camellia, there are pale yellow stamens hidden in small petals, which is very elegant.

Look at that full cracked hole. The newly blooming camellia is like a bell in the sky. The dew in the morning touches the edge of silky petals, and the flowers are more charming under the sunshine. A gust of wind blew, and the camellia swayed, just like a graceful and lovely girl stretching her delicate posture in the morning light. But the naughty dew has rolled down.

There are flower bones in bud, like small hearts, wrapped in layers of petals, so tightly wrapped, so strong, really exquisite!

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Spring is the season when camellia blooms. Some trees have several colors. Seen from a distance, it is particularly charming. What I like best are those pink camellias with different shapes. Some are shy, and the little buds are fresh and lovely. Some have just opened, and many flowers are competing with it! Some are already in full bloom. They are like the sweet smiling faces of babies, showing their beautiful posture to tourists. The petals of camellia are layered, soft and elastic, which makes people feel another taste. Its petals are covered with many small golden particles, which are the seeds of this new life. It is said that ordinary flowers take a long time to bloom, but as long as the petals of camellia wither, the flower bones can't help but bud.

Camellia leaves are turquoise with serrated edges around them. Camellia is more beautiful against it.

I love the green leaves of camellia, and I love the beautiful camellia even more!

2. Beautiful sentences describe the blooming of flowers: pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear blossoms and delicate begonia flowers.

The sky is full of small white flowers dotted with pale green branches and leaves.

Dianthus sticks its head out from the chaotic weeds. Their pink smiling faces are really beautiful!

Morning glory raised its big purple trumpet, as if playing a nice morning song.

In the field, a flaming Chinese milk vetch is like a blazing flame.

The blooming lotus stands on the green stem, looking at the distance like a slim girl.

Some chrysanthemums are fully open, revealing goose yellow stamens; Some chrysanthemums are half open, like a shy little girl, especially the budding flower bones, which are particularly beautiful against the green leaves.

Thousands of smiling flowers seem to whisper in a crisp voice: spring is coming! Spring is coming!

Clusters of bright flowers gathered under the leaves, like countless butterflies, spread their wings slightly and stopped in the air, motionless.

The breeze blew, and a shower of flowers fell, just like Shan Ye covered with a colorful brocade quilt.

Looking at a large area of colorful cherry blossoms, I really doubt that the Nine-Day Fairy scattered shredded colored satin on the ground.

Winter jasmine, its color is not as beautiful as roses, its aroma is not as rich as peony, but it is not afraid of the cold and takes the lead in reporting the coming of spring to people with its life.

The blooming epiphyllum is bright and full, dazzling, so elegant and charming; Trembling, dizzy, fragrant, like a white fairy.

Look at the two sky-blue petals of this little flower. Two thin stamens stand high, and the yellowish head quivers slightly, much like a dancing butterfly.

In the flowerpot, there is a lush tulip. The blooming flowers are black, and the slightly scattered petals are like black velvet, emitting bursts of fragrance and refreshing.

3. What are the beautiful sentences that describe "flowers bloom"? 1, the white lotus after the rain has a unique style. The water drops on the lotus leaf roll around and shine like broken pearls. Drops of water dripped from the bud, and the newly opened Bai Lianhua was crystal clear and lovely, wrapped in silver and as bright as the moon.

2. In the spring of March, pomegranate flowers bloom quietly. When the flowerpot is full of flowers, I look carefully, and the outer layer of pomegranate petals is like a layer of pink gauze, like a shy girl, emitting a different look in the sun.

Standing on the stone bridge and looking across the river, the yellow Spring Festival has already been covered with golden dresses, shining in the sun, but it has been put away by the red apricots leaning on the river bank. It is bright red, warm, charming and unrestrained, which seems to tease you, making people feel that the vitality of spring is here. Curved weeping willows fiddle with slender branches, rippling in circles on the water, full of tough branches, half strong and half soft? Green water flows into people's hearts, and flocks of wild ducks swim around in the water. I don't know when there is a peach blossom fragrance, like sweet honey, which makes tourists intoxicated. The nearby begonia has also gathered this excitement, which seems to compete with the crowd for spring. The evacuated tree crown is swaying, the pedicels are slender, and the buds are purplish, just like a beautiful woman shining on a green pond, which is particularly enchanting.

All the pomegranates are cracked, showing pomegranate seeds like teeth, and the leaves on the top are gathered together like bows, which is more beautiful.

5. Charming chrysanthemums in autumn are the cutest! This colorful chrysanthemum adds a bit of gorgeous scenery to the cold autumn. It is as white as snow, as red as fire, as yellow as gold, as pink as snow and as beautiful as purple? Their petals are as smooth as jade and as light as yarn. Like a small sun, it shines warmly on people's hearts, making people feel no chill; It is also like a bright crescent moon, which makes people feel like they are standing in the early spring when a hundred flowers are blooming.

6. An elm leaf and plum, bright and fragrant, bloomed with a smile in the morning dew and swayed with a charming gesture in the spring breeze. Pink petals, golden stamens, one after another, a string, surrounded by each other, clustered.

7. In the evening, I was sitting by the window, and a breeze brushed my cheeks, and a faint fragrance blew head-on. When I looked intently, I saw a white oval bud growing on the top of the stem, from which a faint fragrance emanated. At night, the bright moonlight hangs over the flowers like spun yarn, which shows the beauty of perfume lily more clearly.

8. After enjoying the Qionghua, continue to walk along the stone steps, and the warm wind blows in waves. If someone asks me what is the most romantic flower in my heart, it must be cherry blossoms. I sat on this stone bench and looked at the cherry blossoms hanging on the branches. As the name implies, the drooping branches are dark pink and gorgeous, shining with unique romantic colors in the sun. From a distance, they are more like a wide waterfall. Its agility, jumping, rich fragrance, every vibrant flower smiles at you in a friendly way, but what is worse than a waterfall?

9. From a distance, the small buds of poinsettia are scattered like pearls on a red plate engraved with lace, and like bees flying in the heart of flowers to collect honey.

10, when it blooms, not many people pay attention to it, because its flowers are small, white and odorless, unlike the pots next to it, which are big and red, attracting people's attention. But a closer look, compared with the next safflower, seems to be more concise and clear, making people feel very comfortable.

1 1, the flowers of peanuts usually bloom in July, and a little bright yellow buds are exposed on the green peanut plants. Bathed in dew in the morning, wet; At noon, reflecting the sun, shiny. Just then, the little bud opened! One flower and two flowers, petite and conspicuously dotted among evergreen trees. A few days later, it was in full bloom. At that time, if you walked through the peanut field, you could see at a glance those small yellow flowers scattered among the oval green leaves, with yellow in the green, just like a green carpet inlaid with golden rotten gems. In the past, the breeze sent wisps of fragrance, refreshing.

12, yes, it is a flower, and it is an extremely beautiful flower. Golden yellow, twelve satin petals, sensitive to soft fringed spikes, densely covered with snowflake-like moist pollen. It stands still and shines like a palace.

13, next to the blue flower, there are several big pink flowers. "She" smiles brightly one by one, as if discussing some interesting topics. The misty dew rolled naughtily on it, but it didn't fall from the cradle for a long time.

14, the beautiful peony flowers in spring are the most pleasing! Look, the peony garden is full of flowers and colors. Some are like fire, such as "Luoyang Red", "jade bone Bingxin Luminous White", "Wei Zi" and the most beautiful "Fire Elixir", which are really dazzling.

15, the most representative flower in autumn is chrysanthemum. Chrysanthemums can be seen everywhere when autumn comes. The chrysanthemums planted in the park are elegant and beautiful. Some flowers and bones are in bud, and some are eager to move, eager to stretch out a small hand first. Some can't wait, they are already in full bloom, showing their natural and unrestrained heroism. Beautiful posture, many colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, colorful, colorful. Compared with the chrysanthemums in the park, the wild chrysanthemums on the roadside are much more monotonous. The color is single, and the shape is only sun-shaped. But whether it is chrysanthemums in the park or wild chrysanthemums in the mountains, they are heroes standing in the cold wind!

Describe the blooming flowers in a subtle and beautiful way, not with a poetic title, but with a longer Li Yian's Ode to Doris White Chrysanthemum.

The small building is cold and the night curtain is low.

Hate raining, ruthless wind and rain, night rubbing the muscles.

Unlike, the imperial concubine is drunk, and unlike, Sun Shou is sad.

Keywords stealing incense from Han tombs, Xu Niang's powder, Mojiang's novels,

Take a closer look at Qu Ling, its charm is just right.

When the breeze rises, the fragrance will be clear and the weight will not decrease.

Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia.

It's like sadness, it's like Han Fu Ci, it's like tears and it's like poetry.

There is a cool breeze in the month, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is gaunt and thin.

I don't know how long I will stay from now on.

Good human feelings, why remember more, Zepan Dongli.

5. Beautiful ancient poetry of youth 1, a message from youth

Youth is blue,

Like a far-reaching clear sky,

Like a charming ocean.

Far-reaching and broad,

Full of fantasy.

Youth is green,

Like a dripping green bamboo,

Like an open grassland.

Full of infinite vitality and vigor.

Youth is red,

Like a burning flame,

Like the rising sun.

Full of vigor and vitality,

Full of hope,

Willing to selflessly contribute light and warmth.

Youth is white,

Like snow and waves,

Like clouds, like the moon,

Bai Jie is flawless.

Like a blank sheet of paper,

Such as written words,

Love to draw the latest and most beautiful pictures.

Youth is colorless.

Like the ever-changing wind,

Beautiful and charming as fog.

Indulge it,

Lifelong regret;

Ride it,

Ride the wind and waves.

Youth is colorful,

With it,

Your life is rich and colorful.

Youth is a beautiful poem,

This song is beautiful.

Let's grasp it sincerely,

Let the flowers of youth bloom in four seasons.

2. Endless youth

All the youth has not been written yet.

The years have already been scarred.

On those sunny afternoons

I'd rather stick it on the lawn.

A lifetime of tenderness

But I don't know.

When do you say goodbye in summer?

When did the kite break?

One day,

We haven't had time to say goodbye.

Xiaoxiaoqiuyu

Spring has gone to Qiu Lai.

The pace of parting

Like a sigh

In those good memories.

Always regret and regret.

And falling tears

But it goes on bit by bit.

youth

This incomplete poem

6. Beauty blooms in dreams. Youth is blue, like an endless clear sky, like a charming ocean.

Far-reaching and vast, full of fantasy.

Youth is green, like a green bamboo, like an open grassland.

Full of infinite vitality and vigor.

Youth is red, like a burning flame, like the rising sun.

Full of energy and hope, willing to selflessly contribute light and warmth.

Youth is white, like snow and waves, like clouds and the moon, and Bai Jie is flawless.

I like a blank sheet of paper, I like writing words, and I like drawing the latest and most beautiful pictures.

Youth is colorless. As the wind changes endlessly, as the fog is gorgeous and charming.

Indulge it and regret it for life; Ride it and ride the wind and waves.

Youth is colorful. With it, your life will be colorful.

Youth is a beautiful poem and a beautiful song.

Let's grasp it sincerely and let the flowers of youth bloom in four seasons.

youth

Is the cloud still hovering in the sky?

The flower of youth bloomed without hesitation.

Someone said?

Youth petals treasured in life photo album

Maybe just?

A pair of eyes that can never be forgotten?

An exciting smile.

What am I trying to say?

Light of youth?

When Ran Ran rises, will it be bright?

The flower of youth?

Will it shine after wind, frost, rain and snow?

The course of youth?

Writing a magnificent chapter requires constant fighting.

2. Poetry of youth

Youth is a song.

A song that never gives up.

Youth is a kind of

A never-ending river

Youth is a book.

Never get tired of reading.

Youth is a cup.

Endless tea

Youth is a building.

Standing on the top of the national forest

Carve the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.

Youth is a building.

Knowledge pagoda

Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.

Youth is a thriving tree.

Stand the test of wind and rain

Youth is a flower.

A budding bud

Want to show the world your unique charm.

I use passionate

Heart of youth

Give yourself a gift of youth

That is a poem of youth.

University Campus Culture/Songs of Jane Eyre

There are still a few kind flowers left on the lawn.

The sun is still burning warmly.

Infatuated sparrows confide their autumn worries by the dormitory.

Without You

Sitting next to the familiar teaching building

With the still sunset

see

Hand of the years

An earth wall that erodes youth

No youthful laughter.

How lonely the sky should be.

Seeing the scenery of life from a distance

Sweet and sour feeling

Quanjunlin

The brother who sleeps in the upper bunk

My old classmate.

Are you still whispering those old whispers?

The leaves of acacia trees have fallen.

My heart has been intoxicated for a long time.

On the school road shaded by Mulan

The bell rang like a flood.

Countless young students passed by.

ceaselessly

Sunshine is like language.

Moisten my affectionate eyes

Wave a hand

Farewell to Jingjing Campus

In a bitter cup full of coffee

I started looking.

The smell of sugar cubes

7. Beauty blooms in dreams. Youth is blue, like an endless clear sky, like a charming ocean.

Far-reaching and vast, full of fantasy. Youth is green, like a green bamboo, like an open grassland.

Full of infinite vitality and vigor. Youth is red, like a burning flame, like the rising sun.

Full of energy and hope, willing to selflessly contribute light and warmth. Youth is white, like snow and waves, like clouds and the moon, and Bai Jie is flawless.

I like a blank sheet of paper, I like writing words, and I like drawing the latest and most beautiful pictures. Youth is colorless.

As the wind changes endlessly, as the fog is gorgeous and charming. Indulge it and regret it for life; Ride it and ride the wind and waves.

Youth is colorful. With it, your life will be colorful. Youth is a beautiful poem and a beautiful song.

Let's grasp it sincerely and let the flowers of youth bloom in four seasons. Are the clouds of youth still hovering in the sky? The flower of youth suddenly opened without hesitation. Someone said? Perhaps the petals of youth treasured in the life album are just? A pair of eyes that can never be forgotten? I mean, an exciting smile? Light of youth? When Ran Ran rises, will it be bright? The flower of youth? Will it shine after wind, frost, rain and snow? The course of youth? Only by constant fighting can we write a magnificent chapter. 2. The poem of youth is a song that never gives up. Youth is a never-ending river. Youth is a book that you can never get tired of reading. Youth is an endless cup of tea. Youth is a peak in the national forest, marking the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian. Youth is a pagoda of knowledge, shedding the sweat of thousands of young people in Qian Qian. Youth is a tree, growing sturdily and enduring the test of wind and rain. Youth is a budding bud that wants to show its uniqueness to the world. I gave myself a youth gift with a passionate youth heart, that is, there are still a few kind flowers left on the lawn of the youth poem/Jane Eyre. The sun is still warm and scorching. Infatuated sparrows confide their autumn worries by the dormitory. I'm lonely. I sat beside the familiar teaching building, accompanied by the still sunset. I see that the hand of years has eroded the wall of youth. How lonely the sky would be without the laughter of youth. Look at the scenery of life, bittersweet feelings, are brothers sleeping in the upper bunk. Are you still whispering about your past love? The leaves have been falling, but the heart is still there, and it will last for a long time. Drunk magnolia trees, the school road is full of bells, and countless young students pass by without stopping. The sun is wet, and my affectionate eyes wave goodbye to Jingjing Campus. In a bitter cup full of coffee, I began to look for the taste of sugar cubes.

8. A beautiful little fresh sentence about love, youth can be the same, the longer the better (1) Fireworks are easy to cool, fireworks are easy to cool, and people are easy to divide.

The beautiful encounter in the fleeting time is like a flash of fireworks. Time flies, the other side, fireworks bloom, burning the beauty of that moment, retaining the memories of a lifetime, romantic and short.

However, people just rejoice in colorful flowers when they bloom, and forget that fireworks, no matter how beautiful, will eventually wither and dissipate. It is the fate of fireworks that the flowers and rains disappear and turn to ashes in a flash, which cannot be changed.

The same is true of thin and cool youth, which is short and beautiful like fireworks, gorgeous and fragile like glass. The best and brightest thing in youth is just a dream.

Cardamom years, those rainy seasons, are the most illusory dust blown away. It is said that lonely people are watching fireworks.

Because of loneliness, we should pay homage with fireworks, which is a grand and prosperous time. Because of loneliness, it is inevitable that one day, we will be separated and isolated from each other because of loneliness.

Those fireworks-like encounters were just a moment of prosperity. Perhaps, some things have been doomed.

Destined to be a passer-by rather than a stopover, destined to be a passer-by and unable to stop. In time, wandering around alone, doomed to one day, like this fireworks, dissipated in the sky, like never leaving the future.

When I am lonely, the wall is the shadow of mottled lights, and even the lights are lonely with me. A person in this situation, I have a vague illusion like fireworks.

There are many disturbances in this world, and my thoughts are chaotic with the lights. Cool thin's debauchery, a lot of things happened, and he experienced a lot of emotions, so he suddenly grew up? Because of loneliness, I am willing to wander.

All the encounters in the journey have always been like beautiful flowers. I don't know when they will suddenly open and disappear. It is said that happy people are watching fireworks.

Because someone is with you to watch the flowers bloom and fall, you are not alone. Together, we are warm to each other, together and dependent on each other.

The love that blooms in fireworks is as bright and beautiful as fireworks. Because of fireworks, it is romantic.

People who love each other, because of fireworks, quietly snuggle together. Nothing to do with romance, nothing to do with love, just so quiet, like a flower, quiet and beautiful, gorgeous and romantic.

Looking at fireworks, happiness is like fireworks, which bloom in the bottom of my heart in an instant. Quiet and beautiful time, delicate fingers stroking the face, there have been tears and smiles here.

Growing up in time, loneliness will eventually be replaced by happiness, and happiness will inevitably be mixed with loneliness. When you are quiet, you listen to music quietly. The flowing and familiar melody makes people feel happy, just like the pure white clouds floating in the sky, with the taste of cotton candy.

In such a quiet time, the happiness in my heart is like peeling off from a blooming flower. Because happiness makes people less lonely.

In this life, I have to wait for a happy fireworks. With a shallow, dotted with smiling faces, white as snow, quietly waiting.

I know that fireworks are still as beautiful as I remember, like frozen roses, because I miss them and they never fade. When, there will be faint fireworks, blooming in the deep blue sky, so brilliant that all the stars are eclipsed.

Bundles of blooming light start a charming dance and shine in the lost sky. Fireworks are easy to be cold, and personnel are easy to be divided.

The most beautiful years, the fireworks we have seen together, have already cooled down. The road we have traveled together is only vicissitudes.

I am in the deep blue sky, waiting for the next fireworks to bloom. (2) There is nowhere to say goodbye. Time will get old, so old that people can't remember it and there is nowhere to say goodbye.

Late August and early autumn. This season, there is no bleak, everything is the same.

The sun is still hot and the weather is still sunny. When looking at the sea of clouds, the sky is always very high and far away, and the clouds are floating shallowly in the light blue sky.

The flowers in front of the pane bloom in the sun, emitting a faint fragrance, rich and elegant. I like to wait for the first light before sunrise every day.

Every time I look at the sky, the sunshine always enters my eyes inadvertently, which always stings my eyes. In such a quiet time, make a pot of tea, hold a book and savor Qianshan in the text.

Light and clear, light and beautiful, in this light time, everything is like running water, light and sweet. However, I know that no matter how good the time is, it will eventually grow old. Will there be such a silent mood when time is full of twists and turns? I really want to meet a quiet woman in a quiet time, gentle as water, whisper to her and have a fleeting time with her.

Whenever the first ray of morning light streaks across the sky, I often wonder if there will be an extremely quiet woman sitting quietly in the Yaotai in the depths of the sea of clouds, calm and calm. The sky is like a blue sky, and you can hear the beautiful breath of time. In the mild sunshine, you can always see a lot of dust floating and flying. As if at that moment, the noise of the world was quiet, only the imperceptible breathing.

However, when the years get old, the expected time will stop, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. In my spare time, I often listen to some quiet songs, as quiet as the wind gently touching my cheek.

Quiet years, also hope, that quiet, always there, not old, not withered. For me, it seems that I am used to being quiet, walking alone, watching flowers blossom and fall, watching Yun Qi disappear and getting old in time.

Because I am used to being quiet, I like looking up at the sky, looking for traces of my flying and looking for inner peace. There are deep impressions in the light blue, and the deep blue sky will make people feel a kind of peace of mind.

There is a sense of mystery in those deep blue, which makes people trapped in it. White, with a little bright sunshine, makes people feel so warm.

The light blue sky, pure white clouds and bright sunshine constitute a unique landscape, which makes people so quiet and so attentive. Every time I write, it makes me so quiet. Because of silence, the words quietly win at the tip of the pen, and then quietly die, which makes people feel even more distressed.

The written words, soft or soft, static or miscellaneous, every word and sentence are distressed expectations, which cannot be expected before happiness comes. However, the quiet time always passes quickly at the tip of the pen. Now I don't remember anything, but I fly away in a hurry.

Those beautiful things.