A green bud and a young man said, "develop yourself!" " "Canghua and young people said" contribute yourself! The crimson fruit said to the young man, "sacrifice yourself!" "
Twenty happy flowers are looking for the perfect person in the hands of fate.
Sunflower admits to those who have never met Bai Lianhua that they are best friends. When the white lotus comes out of the water, the sunflower bows its head and says goodbye to itself.
The thorn of the rose is the hatred of the climber and her own comfort.
It is not the rolling waves that create new land, but the tiny sediments under the ground.
Through the cracks in the stone, the sun said to the small thorn fruit, "Let me stretch my head out with my strength and liberate your imprisoned self!" " "The trunk was exposed, and the hard rock split in two.
On March 38, I listened to the river at the foot of the gurgling mountain in the well site-the chilly wind messed up the hair on the horizon-and turned around, and there were more lights. Is it a star or a lamp?
Four or eight weak grass! Be proud. Only you decorated the whole world.
The flower girl who succeeded in the fifth five-year plan can only be surprised by her present glory! However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood of sacrifice. June and September, what lovely spring mornings! Harmonious wind, powerful sleeves, quiet mood.
Seven seven little stones! Be strong and be prepared for the waves that push forward and backward!
The flowers whispered to those who looked at them, friend, leave me alone! It bothers me to be quiet and open with your love.
One, two, five bees are a melting writer. He absorbs different scents from flowers to make his first sweetness.
The meteor flew out of the sky in a second, but the light of this glance has long been in people's hearts.
131 sea! That star has no light and that flower has no fragrance. At that time, there was no clear sound of your waves in my mind.
136 after the storm-the fragrance and color of flowers have passed, and the value of flowers hanging silently on the branches depends on the fruit!
138 summer night, cool breeze! The orchid breath on the lapel goes to the depths of the dream soul.
149 How intriguing that moonless Mid-Autumn Night was! Clear light is hidden in stratus clouds.
Spring water:
Plum blossoms in the ice and snow! You took the lead in spring. You see little flowers everywhere, and they bloom with you sporadically.
Two or three ordinary pools of water-under the setting sun, turned into a golden ocean!
Two or four islands! Where are you standing? Countless mountain bees have sunk to the bottom of the sea.
Snow blooms when it blows on the 25th-the north wind is gentle.
General twenty-nine green is just a little gentle. West Lake, are you the little sister of the sea?
Ye Er, three to five light green, is also like a poem. The color is a little strong.
March 8 autumn is deep! The leaves are red!
Has Si Sanchun ever spoken, but her great hidden power has been so gentle to the world!
In a slightly tired meditation, the string wind of pigeons blows up poetry!
In the spring of May 3, I said to the youth from the slightly green grass, "My light is on you, creating your living personality from the cold and dry environment!" !
Swallows come when Liu Hua flies, and swallows go when Lu Hua flies, but they are just as white!
On June 9th, in the silent depths, eternal red spring flowers shone.
One, two, the bigger the splash, the happier the rock standing in silence.
The cultivated flowers have passed in silence, and the successful fruit will bear fruit in the light.
After the rain in April 14, clothes were splashed on the lotus tray by water droplets, accompanied by frogs.
The deep shadow of the river flowing slowly under the rock-pointing, whispering, many poetic cages shrouded in moonlight.
/kloc-in 0/54, wicker was cut into paddles and lotus petals to make a boat-let the little soul in the universe float gently in the spring sea.
Several pairs of ducks were swimming by the green water, and several daughters were washing clothes, which unfolded a natural picture in front of the poet's donkey.
176 little flower on the battlefield! Praise your deepest love! The adventurous opening comforted the new bones in the rain of bullets.
179 bright moon! Completed your sadness! Who is playing the melodious flute across the stream in the silver field?