1. Poems about the birch forest

Poems about the birch forest 1. Poems about the birch forest

1. Love for the birch forest

In my memory, there is a place that always arouses my deep thoughts. There are green buds in spring, refreshing wind in summer, flying leaves in autumn, and white snow in winter. It is my hometown of Taiping. The birch forest on the mountain.

"The grass grows and the fireflies fly in February." It is another bright day when the ice and snow melt. When the earth has not yet fully awakened, the winter atmosphere in the birch forest , has long since receded quietly. The birch branches have taken out tender buds. Looking from a distance, it seems that the birch trees are covered with a soft green gauze. In a few days, this layer of green gauze will become more and more The thickness of the tree shows the vigorous greenness of the tree.

Summer has just arrived, and the green birch leaves are already all over the tree. When the sun shines, it bursts out with sparkling light spots to tease; the raindrops It fell, and it made a crisp sound in response. When they cast a thick shade, the working farmers rushed over, and laughter and laughter immediately erupted under the tree. The gentle wind blew across the treetops, It took away the heat in the air, and suddenly the leaves became cheerful. Listen to a rustle, like a shy girl whispering in a low voice. Close your eyes and feel the comfort of the breeze blowing on your face. You have already been intoxicated with "outside the curtain" I am in the poetic and picturesque mood of "gurgling rain".

"One autumn leaf, two drops of cold rain, three rows of wild geese flying south, leaving a few echoes in the air." The birch forest in autumn is really doubly beautiful. It is poignant and beautiful. It has lost the greenery in spring and the freshness and pleasantness in summer. Only empty branches are left, and the ground is covered with fallen leaves. The few that occasionally hang on the branches cannot bear the loneliness of autumn. Look - there are a few more The pieces fell from the branches, swirled with the wind, and flew to the earth. Walking in the forest, my eyes were full of sad yellow, and the birch forest in autumn made me look like an old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life.

When The sharp north wind swept across the sky and the earth, and pieces of crystal snowflakes fell from the sky, like an angel in white clothes with white wings, landing lightly in the birch forest. The birch forest became a fairy tale kingdom. This The birch forest at that time was exceptionally holy, so holy that people dare not approach it for fear of disturbing the sleeping goddess in the forest. Stopping in the forest, it seems that you have been far away from the hustle and bustle, and the white birch forest has washed away all the fatigue in your body. and the chaos of the soul.

I really don’t know whether it is the four seasons that make the birch forest unique, or the birch forest that makes the four seasons beautiful. But no matter what, the birch forest - the birch forest in my hometown, will always be in my heart The most beautiful place.

2. Birch Forest Birch Forest

When I was very young, the Birch Forest was full of temptation for me. Many stories in my memory are related to the Birch Forest. .In my little childhood mind, from the magical Astro Boy to the beautiful Snow White - the background of the story is always inseparable from the birch forest!

The birch forest is not far from my home. I walked out of my yard and walked east through a narrow alley. After passing three tall firewood piles, I found a road heading north. In fact, now that I think about it, It's not really a thoroughfare, it's probably only two or three meters wide!

First of all, we should call the little sister in the backyard, and then we go to the avenue we just mentioned. The two little stupid birds we let out of the cage screamed and jumped all the way. We panted and ran northward like crazy. So our laughter and silly words were sprinkled along the way, all the way to the birch forest.

The grass in the birch forest is green, and the wild grass in the birch forest is green. The flowers are red. We hide and seek, we throw clay dolls, we tell the stories we heard the day before, and we stare at the sky in a daze... The kind-hearted birch tree looks after us with its eyes wide open.

2. Describe the white birch Lin's Poems

I believe everyone has heard of Pu Shu's "Birch Forest"! That poignant love happened in that beautiful birch forest.

The birch tree, the national tree of Russia, is strong, graceful, confident and proud, with a towering trunk.

In the northern region of my country, there are dense birch forests growing everywhere. On the vast mountains and rivers, beside the quiet rivers, there are dense birch forests everywhere, and the birch forests in autumn are even more spectacular... At the end of September and the beginning of October, the birch forest in the Daxinganling forest area of ??Inner Mongolia The autumn mood in Ergun is getting stronger.

People in Daxinganling call autumn the "Wuhua Mountain" season, because the forest at this time is like a big palette, with a mixture of colors. Camphor pine is still green, white birch leaves are light yellow, and larch leaves are golden and red. The poplar leaves and shrub leaves are all gorgeous. Most tourists will depart from Hailar to Mordaoga Forest Park in Ergun.

You can enjoy such scenery along the way. On the way, you will pass a long "birch forest corridor". At this time, roll down the window and you will hear the rustling of birch leaves in your ears. The colors are clearly layered, including light red, light yellow, and emerald Scotch pine dotted among them. The gorgeous colors like oil paintings make people's hearts beat. Bailu Island is the best place to watch red leaves in the Greater and Lesser Khingan Mountains. It is the core of the scenic spot. The rushing river forms an "S" shape surrounding the island, with pines, daisies, and birch orange on both sides. It is a unique place to watch the autumn colors here.

Autumn is also the harvest season in the forest. In the Daxinganling forest, various wild fruits such as red beans, persimmons, plums, and water grapes are ripe. Various mushrooms and hericiums grow everywhere in the forest, attracting With a large number of mountain people coming to collect, the mountains and forests are filled with the joy of harvest. Huamugou is about 20 kilometers away from the military horse farm.

On the way there, there are vast stretches of grassland, spreading greenery in the valley. But upon entering the birch ditch, patches of birch forests came into view. From a distance, the white trunks and golden leaves were shining.

According to records, birch is a symbol of the ecology of the northern temperate zone and near-boreal zone. It can only grow in areas above 800 meters above sea level. In my country, it is only distributed in a few provinces and regions near the frigid mountainous areas such as Jilin and Heilongjiang in the northeast and Xinjiang in the northwest.

Among the many trees in Xinjiang, the most beautiful is the white birch: its tall body, graceful and straight, and its abundant leaves are charming. No matter what season it is, it always leaves a deep impression.

White birch trees are neither like pines, which like to show off standing on the top of mountains, nor are they like weeping willows, which like to cuddle up by the lakeside and make love. Bai Hua always wears plain clothes and stands there quietly, like a pure and beautiful village girl.

In summer, large swathes of white birch trees on the river beach block out the sky with thick shade, surrounding, hugging and kissing the river water, offering their love as if they were never kissed. Approaching the birch forest, you feel like you are facing rows of beauties from the Western Regions. Each one has a beautiful jade tree facing the wind. They are handsome and tall, but they are also affectionate and reveal the strength of motherhood.

Late autumn is the most charming day for white birches. Its leaves change from green to yellow and red, hanging on the branches of the years like red gold.

The breeze blows gently and makes a rustling sound. It seems to be whispering to you. Its trunk is cleaner and brighter, tall and elegant, white and clean, and radiant.

In the cold winter, a large birch forest stands quietly in the snowy soil. They are all white and independent, blending into the sky and snow. The snow field is speechless, and the birch forest is speechless. This is a magical world, a kind of ultimate beauty.

They are based on ice and snow, in severe cold, but they grow so calmly and calmly. They have no leaves but stand upright in the snowfield, and their love remains unchanged despite the wind and frost. What other trees can blend with the ice and snow like birches without losing their true nature? Among all the trees, white birch and white poplar look somewhat similar, but as long as you look at the tall and slim trunk of the white birch and its bark as white as jade, you will immediately compare it to the white poplar.

In particular, the mighty white birches form a forest. Especially these two birch forests have hundreds of years of history. The natural and wild momentum is incomparable to poplars and other trees. . The birch forest reminds people of youth, girls, the power of solemn contemplation and the realm of the vast frosty sky.

In Xinjiang, poplars can be seen everywhere, but white birches are rare. So, when we arrived in Altay, I was a little surprised when my friend told us to show us their Hualin Park.

But after actually seeing it, I went to see the birch forest next to Hanas Lake the next day, and I was not surprised at all.

It’s not that they are not beautiful, it’s that they can’t compare with the birch forests I saw in Beidahuang.

Most of the birch forests here are a little short, the trunks are a little thin, and the crowns are a little disheveled. They are not as towering as the birch forests in Beidahuang, with that kind of spreading wildness and that slender and delicate look. The energy is a bit weaker. In particular, the bark of the tree is not as white as that of the Great Northern Wilderness, and it has many scars like poplar trees, and the skin suddenly becomes much rougher.

In addition, the branches are scattered and the tree trunks are lowered, which makes the white birch forest less white and cloudy. When I think of the birch forest in Beidahuang, I always think of the golden birch leaves in autumn, as if the sunlight has melted into each of its leaves.

The snow-white tree trunks look even more beautiful in the golden contrast. When the forest is covered with heavy snow, the snow is deep in the tree trunks, and it looks like the tall and delicate legs are wearing snow-white high boots. The pure white tree trunks are quiet, complementing each other against the background of snowflakes, and showing a myriad of graces. .

Spring is our favorite season to go to the birch forest. At that time, you use a knife to cut the bark of the birch tree, and the birch sap will drip from it, which is especially cool and refreshing like dewdrops. Whenever you go to the woods, you can see the mottled and peeling birch bark. It is as thin as paper, but very tough, and as white as snow. It is most unique to use them to make New Year greeting cards.

But none of us thought of it at that time. Later, I read Presh's "Water Drops in the Forest". When he was describing the birch forest in the snow, he couldn't help but ask: "Why don't they talk? Are they shy when they see me?" When the snowflakes fell, I seemed to hear the rustling. The sound seemed to be their strange figures whispering... It reminded me of the birch forest in the Great Northern Wilderness.

It’s not because I spent my youth in the Great Northern Wilderness that I applied an artificially poetic color to everything there. It is indeed the birch forest there that is different.

Our life at that time was painful and pale, but nature seemed to deliberately contrast with us, making the birch forest so fresh and eye-catching, allowing us to feel the poetic existence in the midst of hardships. Not completely gone from us. Some trees are difficult to paint, but birches are the most suitable for painting, especially oil paintings.

Levitan.

3. Poems describing the birch forest

There are a few poems below. I don’t know if they suit you. If there are any inappropriate parts, please modify them. I hope they can help you~ ~~~~ 1. Love in the Birch Forest. In my memory, there is a place that always arouses my deep longing.

There, there are green buds in spring; refreshing wind in summer; flying leaves in autumn; and white snow in winter. It is the white birch forest on Taiping Mountain in my hometown.

"The grass grows and the fireflies fly in February." It is another bright day when the ice and snow melt. Before the earth has fully awakened, the winter feeling in the birch forest has already quietly receded. The birch branches have sprouted tender buds.

Looking from a distance, it looks like the birch trees are covered with a layer of soft green gauze. In a few days, this layer of green gauze will become thicker and thicker, showing the lush greenery of the tree.

Summer has just arrived, and the green birch leaves have already fallen from the trees. When the sun shines, it bursts out sparkling light spots to tease it; when the raindrops fall, it makes a crisp sound in response. When they cast a thick shade, the working farmers rushed over, and laughter and laughter immediately broke out under the trees.

The gentle wind blew across the treetops, taking away the heat in the air. Suddenly, the leaves also became cheerful. Listen - a rustle, like a shy girl whispering in a low voice. Close your eyes and feel the pleasant breeze blowing on your face. You have already been intoxicated by the poetic and picturesque atmosphere of "the gurgling rain outside the curtain".

"One autumn leaf, two drops of cold rain, three rows of wild geese flying south, leaving a few echoes in the air." The birch forest in autumn is really doubly poignant.

It no longer has the greenery in spring and the freshness and pleasantness of summer. There are only empty branches and fallen leaves on the ground. The few pieces occasionally hanging on the branches cannot bear the loneliness of autumn.

Look - a few more fell from the branches, swirled with the wind, and flew to the ground.

Walking in the forest, my eyes are filled with the desolate yellow color. The birch forest in autumn makes me look like an old man who has gone through many vicissitudes of life.

When the sharp north wind swept across the sky and the earth, pieces of crystal snowflakes fell from the sky, like an angel in white clothes with white wings, landing lightly in the birch forest. Lin has become a fairy tale kingdom. The birch forest at this time was particularly holy, so holy that no one dared to approach it for fear of disturbing the sleeping goddess in the forest.

Stopping in the forest, you feel as if you are far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. The white birch forest washes away the fatigue from your body and the clutter of your soul. I really don’t know whether it is the four seasons that make the birch forest unique, or the birch forest that makes the four seasons so beautiful.

But no matter what, the birch forest in my hometown will always be the most beautiful place in my heart. 2. Birch Forest Birch Forest When I was very young, the Birch Forest was full of temptation for me.

Many stories in my memory are related to the birch forest. In my childhood mind, from the magical Astro Boy to the beautiful Snow White, the background of the story was always inseparable from the birch forest! The birch forest is not far from my home. I walked out of my yard and walked eastward through a narrow alley. After passing three tall firewood stacks, I found a road heading north. In fact, now that I think about it, it’s not really a road. It should be. It’s only two or three meters wide! First of all, we should call the little sister in the backyard, and then we go to the avenue we just mentioned.

The two little stupid birds we let out of the cage screamed all the way, jumped and panted and ran northward crazily. So the whole journey was filled with our laughter and silly words, all the way to the birch forest.

The grass in the birch forest is green, and the wild flowers in the birch forest are red. We played hide and seek, we threw clay dolls, we told the stories we heard the day before, we stared at the sky in a daze... The kind-hearted birch trees looked after us with their eyes wide open.

4. Poems about the birch forest

1. Love In the memory of the birch forest, there is a place that always arouses my deep thoughts. There are green buds in spring; There is a refreshing wind in summer; there are flying leaves in autumn; and there is pure white snow in winter. It is the birch forest on Taiping Mountain in my hometown. "The grass grows and fireflies fly in February", it is another bright day when the ice melts and the snow melts. Days, before the earth has fully awakened, the winter feeling in the birch forest has already quietly receded. The birch branches have already sprouted tender buds. Looking from a distance, it seems that the birch trees have been covered with a layer of softness. The green gauze. In a few days, this layer of green gauze will become thicker and thicker, showing the vigorous greenness of the tree. Summer has just arrived, and the green birch leaves are already all over the tree. When the sun shines, it bursts into bloom. It teases them with sparkling light spots; when the raindrops fall, it makes a crisp sound in response. When they cast a thick shade, the working farmers flocked around, and laughter and laughter immediately broke out under the tree. .The gentle wind passed over the treetops, taking away the heat in the air. Suddenly, the leaves became cheerful. Listen - a rustle, like a shy girl whispering in a low voice. Close your eyes and feel the breeze blowing on your face. You have already been immersed in the poetic and picturesque feeling of "the gurgling rain outside the curtain". "One autumn leaf, two drops of cold rain, three rows of wild geese flying south, leaving a few echoes in the air." The birch forest in autumn is really beautiful. It is even more poignant. It has lost the greenery in spring and the freshness and pleasantness in summer. Only empty branches are left, and the ground is full of fallen leaves. Occasionally, a few leaves hanging on the branches cannot bear the loneliness of autumn. Look - A few more fell from the branches, swirled with the wind, and flew to the ground. Walking in the forest, my eyes were full of sad yellow. The birch forest in autumn looked like an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes. When the sharp north wind blew Sweeping between the sky and the earth, pieces of crystal snowflakes fell from the sky, like an angel in white clothes with white wings, landing lightly in the birch forest. The birch forest became a fairy tale kingdom. At this time, the birch forest , extraordinarily holy, so holy that people dare not approach it, for fear of disturbing the goddess sleeping soundly in the forest. Stopping in the forest, you feel as if you have been far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and the white birch forest has washed away the fatigue of your body and the clutter of your soul. I really don’t know whether it is the four seasons that make the birch forest unique, or the birch forest that makes the four seasons so beautiful. But no matter what, the birch forest - the birch forest in my hometown, will always be the most beautiful place in my heart. 2. Birch Forest Birch Forest When I was very young, the birch forest was full of temptation for me. Many stories in my memory were related to the birch forest. In my little childhood mind, from the magical Astro Boy to the beautiful Snow White - the background of the story Always inseparable from the birch forest! The birch forest is not far from my home. I walked out of my yard and walked eastward through a narrow alley. After passing three tall firewood stacks, I found a road heading north. In fact, now that I think about it, it’s not really a road. It should be. It’s only two or three meters wide! First of all, we should call the little sister in the backyard, and then we will go to the avenue we just mentioned. The two little stupid birds we let out of the cage screamed all the way, jumped and panted, and ran northward like crazy. So the whole journey was filled with our laughter and silly words, all the way to the birch forest. The grass in the birch forest was green, and the wild flowers in the birch forest were red. We played hide-and-seek, we threw clay dolls, and we talked. We heard a story one day, we looked at the sky in a daze...the kind-hearted birch tree looked after us with its eyes wide open.

5. Poems describing the white birch tree

"White Birch"

I have Lan Man's translation.

White Birch

The pure white birch tree,

stands in front of my window,

covered with snow powder

like silver inlay.

On the branches

There are strings of white snow hanging on them,

The fluffy branches

are covered with white tassels.

Sleeping In the silence,

the white birch stood silently,

The golden flame

lit up the snowflakes again.

The lazy morning glow

Nestle next to the white birch.

Plate the white birch with silver again

The whole body will be more dazzling.

The white birch (Yesenin)

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There is a white birch,

standing by my window,

covered with snow,

like silver frost.

The hairy branches are covered with icebergs.

Like a hem made of snow——

The tassels sparkle.

White birch shrouds

Dreamlike silence,

Golden sparks

dance on the snowflakes.

The morning glow lazily

shines around it,

spreading more silver shavings

all over the branches.

White Birch (Yesenin) 2006-11-16 12:43 In front of my window,

There is a white birch,

As if coated with silver frost,

Covered in snowflakes.

The fluffy branches,

The snow-embroidered lace is chic,

The strings of flowers are blooming,

The white tassels are like painting.

In the hazy silence,

this white birch stands,

in the brilliant golden light,

shining Sparkling snowflakes.

The white birches are wandering around

The belated morning glow

It applies another layer to the snow-capped branches

Silver brilliance.

6. Poems describing the birch forest

There are a few poems below. I don’t know if they suit you. If there is any inappropriateness, please modify them. 1. Love for the memory of the birch forest Here, there is a place that always arouses my deep thoughts. There are green buds in spring, refreshing wind in summer, flying leaves in autumn, and white snow in winter. It is the place on Taiping Mountain in my hometown. Birch forest. "The grass grows and fireflies fly in February." It is another bright day when the ice and snow melt. Before the earth has fully awakened, the winter spirit in the birch forest has already quietly receded. The birch branches have already pulled out their tender leaves. The young buds, seen from a distance, seem to be covering the birch tree with a soft green gauze. In a few days, this layer of green gauze will become thicker and thicker, showing the vigorous greenness of the tree. Summer has just arrived, and the green birch leaves are already all over the trees. When the sun shines, they burst out with sparkling light spots to tease them; when the raindrops fall, they make a crisp sound in response. When they drop a piece When there was heavy shade, working farmers crowded in, and laughter and laughter immediately broke out under the trees. The gentle wind blew through the treetops, taking away the heat in the air. Suddenly, the leaves also became cheerful. Listen - - There is a rustle, like a shy girl whispering. Close your eyes and feel the pleasant breeze blowing on your face. You have already been intoxicated in the poetic and picturesque feeling of "the gurgling rain outside the curtain". "One autumn leaf, two drops of cold rain" "Three rows of wild geese flew south, leaving a few echoes in the air." The birch forest in autumn is really more poignant. It does not have the greenery of spring and the refreshing and pleasant summer, leaving only empty branches and full of flowers. The leaves fell on the ground. The few that occasionally hung on the branches could not bear the loneliness of autumn. Look - a few more fell from the branches, swirled with the wind, and flew to the earth. Walking in the forest, my eyes were full of leaves. The birch forest in autumn is sad and yellow, like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life. When the sharp north wind sweeps across the sky and the earth, pieces of crystal snowflakes fall from the sky, like white clothes and white wings. Angel landed lightly in the birch forest, and the birch forest became a kingdom of fairy tales. At this time, the birch forest was particularly holy, so holy that people did not dare to approach it, for fear of disturbing the goddess sleeping soundly in the forest. Stopping in the forest, it seemed that she had already Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the white birch forest takes away your tiredness and mental confusion. I really don’t know whether it is the four seasons that make the birch forest unique, or the birch forest that makes the four seasons so beautiful. But no matter what, the birch forest - -The birch forest in my hometown will always be the most beautiful place in my heart. 2. The birch forest. When I was very young, the birch forest was full of temptation for me. Many stories in my memory are related to the birch forest. In my mind In my childhood, from the magical Astro Boy to the beautiful Snow White - the background of the story is always inseparable from the birch forest! The birch forest is not far from my home. I walked out of my yard and walked eastward through a narrow alley. After passing three tall firewood stacks, I found a road heading north. In fact, now that I think about it, it’s not really a road. It should be. It’s only two or three meters wide! First of all, we should call the little sister in the backyard, and then we will go to the avenue we just mentioned. The two little stupid birds we let out of the cage screamed all the way, jumped and panted, and ran northward like crazy. So the whole journey was filled with our laughter and silly words, all the way to the birch forest. The grass in the birch forest was green, and the wild flowers in the birch forest were red. We played hide-and-seek, we threw clay dolls, and we talked. We heard a story one day, we looked at the sky in a daze...the kind-hearted birch tree looked after us with its eyes wide open.

7. Haizi’s poem about the birch forest

I just remember that the poem mentioned the birch forest

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This small and cold stream of water originates from the forest, and the forest originates from the dance in the open space

Along the way, you keep picking up things and throwing things down. People miss you the most when you step on them. moment

But the smile gradually moves away from the river bank, and you are a strange sleepiness spraying on my face

Where you flow, the horns of the cow turn a circle, and even the hut The table and food were also set out under the moonlight

The utensils you made and the lines of your dreams were all revealed to the earth

You hugged a stone on the earth like a hug. You can never live without yourself

Those who leave gradually turn into hatred

Day after day, the sun is not enough to enrich you and not enough to destroy you

When another knock on the door gets louder and louder, you blow out the candle of time and light another light of time

Your true feelings are swept away by me in the whirlpool and sighs See through them one by one, river

Spring has defeated the law. You step on the village to a place higher than the trees and birds, to a place higher than the sky

I think of the gap between heaven and earth Flowers blooming in great numbers, old trees, diggers and children climbing over the threshold

A tree is full of our heads, and the fruits are picked by women in autumn or rotten In the ground, the tree will grow

I was suddenly excited by the sound of my own voice

Because when it comes to tomorrow, people tear themselves out of the womb, the pain of the river and the dawn

Boundless undulations on one side, dancing fires crowded with clay pots, and many thick black arms hugging each other

Under the river bank, the sun swelled more and more in the sand, and was covered by the autumn Accept, wine and iron are passed down each other's throats

The bones grow like woodland, the rivers and wings become black and brown without borders

The birds pile into the winter camp, let The morning is owned by all the calm lakes and islands

Owned by the young brides, I take off my hat, the wedding bells ring in my head

No longer alone, everything is Can represent me and the seeds

Our mother, sorghum and reeds are desperately waving their headscarves in the north

The birch forest grows silently on the lake shore, and no one knows that the turbid water breeds Such a large forest

No one knows what else is under the roads and rivers in my hometown

Spring was brought to me at this time

Three or two people dragged heavy shadows, raising arrows to pierce a sound burning in the thorns

The little beasts opened their eyes, and the kind stars and the coarse sand predicted by the storm were piled very close to their hearts. Place

The place was fortified and the spring was pouring out. I sat on my knees and listened to the flowers moving to the distant place of suffering.

Listening to the sound of the distant wall growing, I touched it with my thick palm. City, people look at each other through the door at night

You are the river, you know all this

The lines were torn apart and fell messily on the road. They left without looking back

1984.6-9

8. Sentences describing the birch forest

1. In autumn, the birch forest in my hometown is the most beautiful. The autumn wind sweeps gently and leaves fall all over the sky. , like flying butterflies, and like dancing elves flying and spinning in the sky. It fell to the ground and became a golden avenue, where we played and played hide and seek. Walking in the jungle, looking up at the straight white tree trunks and golden leaves, I quietly listened to the narrative of the birch forest... In autumn, I was immersed in the picturesque birch forest in my hometown.

2. Although it is summer, the rain from the sky always reminds me of autumn rain, although autumn rain is not as warm as summer rain. Comfortable, but much more beautiful than summer rain. Little C and I met in a birch forest. It was raining lightly that day, a few leaves were falling, and she was walking with a goose-yellow umbrella. She felt very comfortable. She also walked with an umbrella.

There were only two of us in the huge forest. He seemed to hear the footsteps of the other party and raised his head at the same time, ha! It turns out that he is the same person as himself.

3. Walk two kilometers north of Serre Street in St. Petersburg. There is a vast birch forest there. In the middle of the forest is a quietly flowing river, which meanders into the distance and divides the forest. For two. One of these countless birch trees still has two lines of mottled and blurry carvings on it, which were the names of two people who once loved each other. The old days are long gone, and no one knows about the love that was covered by snow and had no tombstone. But that loyal and epic love is witnessed by the birch forest and the blue sky above the birch forest...

4 .The birch forest is the first forest belt in my life. The birch forest once gave me the joy of childhood, the dream of youth, and the sweetness of youth. I once saw a white birch tree in an art exhibition in a city. It was a young tree trunk, made into a picture frame without any decoration. The rough painting style, the distant forest and the quiet valley complement each other, the falling leaves and withered yellow The colors melt into one, and the road collapses in the forest, but have you ever heard the clear soul of Liwan crying for it in the birch trees.

5. The slope is too steep and there is no way out. It seems like I am still walking in circles for a long time. Looking up, I saw a dense white forest. Spring has been here for a long time, but why can't even a leaf be seen on the trees here. Looking carefully from a distance, you can see that the upper part of the tree has a faint green color. When I got closer, I could see clearly that goose-yellow buds had sprouted on the tender branches. Oh, it turned out to be a huge birch forest. The grass on the ground was still yellow. I squatted on the ground and peeled away the grass roots. I could already see the green grass sprouts struggling to break out of the ground.

6. Walking in this birch forest gave me a feeling of desolation and warmth. I admired the beautiful scenery and walked leisurely. Unknowingly, I came to the hut on the hillside in front of me. When I walked past, I found an old man. Holding a pipe in his mouth, he looked lovingly at the tall and straight birch tree in front of him. I walked up to the old man with curiosity and asked. After asking, I learned that this place was once a battlefield. The old man's comrades went to attract the enemy's main force, introduce them into this birch forest, and introduce them into the encirclement of the main force. Although the mission It was done, the enemy was annihilated, but all the small group of soldiers died. Their blood flowed into the land, and their bodies were buried under these white birches. I couldn't help crying after hearing this. "This is such a beautiful birch forest."

7. The asphalt road winds like a snake among the green forest, and the sound of waves can be heard from time to time, and the coolness comes one after another. The strong wind blows in the face, which can't help but lift people's spirits. Several unique stone bridges flashed past the eyes, and the sound of rushing water became louder and louder. The dense and lush white birch trees on the roadside look like graceful young women, standing neatly along the road with arms linked, gently dancing their sleeves and nodding, as if welcoming guests from afar.