Help me think of some good-looking articles about rain, snow and flowers.

"Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow. They are all strange." Snow and plum blossoms are the objects of ancient people's singing. Snow has the vicissitudes of snow and the strength of ice; Plum has the elegance of plum and the dignity of peony. However, what is plum blossom in the snow?

I was lucky enough to see it.

The snowy night in Dunhuang is pale and cold. The sharp edge of snow cuts the world into corners. Snowflakes roared away, while solitary plums, swaying in the snow, were flexible and strong.

It is decorated with snow, beautiful and dignified. Melissa Zhou has already become an ice crystal, like Mei's eyes and her translucent lips. The dazzling brilliance of starlight and elegant crystal radiate rainbow-like colors around.

Suddenly the wind blew, and the sofa and stone walked away. The roll-up of dead branches and fallen leaves, like the master's trick written by Jin Yong, is extremely dangerous and magnificent. Other flowers, even the body can't be found, but the strong Mei still resists the storm with her weak body.

The moon in the night sky casts a ray of light for plum blossom, but the roar of snow can't hide plum blossom's yearning for light.

The more sinister the wind is, the final battle will be held in the vast Gobi. Finally, the powerful blade, like an accidental chopping knife, cut all the survivors. Plum blossoms, however, are still in no hurry, resisting the raging snowstorm with their tenacity.

The snowstorm finally gave in and scattered in the midnight sky. Snowflakes, still falling, bury the earth and the sky together.

That plum blossom, in the corner where the moonlight does not shine, quietly looks up. On the contrary, the wind and frost increased its charm, shaking the branches like stretching. Ice crystal-like appearance, blooming after snow; Amber petals,

Growing up in the snow. Like a magician with a curtain call, a woman after dancing bows to the starry sky in Dunhuang.

The more dangerous it is, the more it blooms; The more difficult, the more tenacious. It is an elf who dresses up with frost and exposes the bath with snow on winter nights. Plum blossoms in the snow that bloom selflessly and bravely!

Listen to the sound of snow

It is said that listening to snow is a realm.

"Feiyulong 3 million, stirring the cold on Sunday."

Goose feather snow, such as Bai Mei in late winter, blooms in the cold air between heaven and earth; Like a white butterfly, like a dream, with warm feelings.

In this weather, I walk leisurely in the snow, and it feels like being in a fairyland.

Looking at the Yushu Qionghua in front of me and bathing in Zen light, I was intoxicated. Oh, are these fairies flying from the distant sky? That beautiful dance really fills the world with poetry and painting.

Walking through the snow, the footsteps are light, like stepping on a piano key. The past treasured in my heart reappears in a beautiful melody, and together with this snowflake, it constitutes an eternal memory in my life.

A childlike innocence is as free as this snowflake flying all over the sky and cannot be imprisoned.

Snow is dancing wildly and the north wind is raging, but Yuan Ye after the snowstorm is not a miserable place.

The snow of life has passed one by one, and the journey in winter is cold and not long.

Although the darkness before dawn is very dark, it will eventually usher in dawn.

Night Rain Mid-Autumn Festival

After living for eighteen years, it didn't rain on the Mid-Autumn Festival in my memory. But this year is really abnormal. The rain in Mao Mao is like a cow's hair, and it is still intermittent. The breeze blows, and the coolness is cold to my heart.

Night fell quietly, and the "qi" of the whole festival was precipitated at night. Appreciating the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival, such a poetic scene will only appear in China. The moon hanging high is always so emotional when it looks at countless children reunited with their families. But tonight, I really can't enjoy it. It's still raining, and it's dark, cold and bright all around, which is really chilling.

I walked alone in the night rain of Mid-Autumn Festival. After all, the moon did not come out to accompany me. She was wrapped in thick dark clouds. Although I can't see her face, I can feel the charming breath. Straight through the clouds came at me, sometimes thick, sometimes light, sometimes urgent, sometimes tactfully, so skillfully plucking my heartstrings and playing yearning chords. If it weren't for the rain, I should tell her my admiration and enjoy the Mid-Autumn Festival!

But now, I am the only one who can't give up this fascination with the moon. On this Mid-Autumn Night, it is warmer. Are we sure we can't meet tonight? I can't help feeling a lot of melancholy and loss. Since I was a child in the city, my whole family has placed high hopes on me, so that I can be admitted to a good university and find a good job in the future. No longer suffer the pain our parents suffered. Whenever we struggle hard and the result is not satisfactory, we always think of the moon, the strong moon and the unyielding moon. When I am lonely, sad and cold, only she will accompany me silently until dawn. Life in the future is bound to be more difficult, no matter how much pain and fatigue you have to bear, no matter how much human suffering you have to experience. Only the bright moon in the country can soothe the exhausted heart!

I looked up at the direction of the moon. The rain has stopped, the dark clouds are moving rapidly, and I can vaguely see her beautiful image. An inexplicable excitement suddenly welled up in my mind. The thick dark clouds have receded, leaving a veil of fog. The fog is moving slowly, and I can't help but open my mouth, for fear that once the fog clears, the moon will leak down. My heart is beating, staring at the hazy moon, which exudes attractive fragrance. The clear moonlight reflects the mist, just like the gauze covered on the face of a beauty, and like the auspicious clouds driving beside a fairy. My heart was completely touched, and I knew that the moon would not abandon me. She really came. But I can't bear to see her. She came so suddenly that I was caught off guard! Then, the mist was slowly pulled away and the moon really appeared. White and flawless moon, crystal clear moon! At this moment, you are more outgoing! I can't describe the mood at this time, only full of gratitude, staring at you for a long time! The dream of this life is with you, flawless and pure! "I look at each other with tears in my hand, but I am speechless!" I only remember that ChanJuan went to her heart after the rain tonight!

I can't forget the hazy moon, rainy night and Mid-Autumn Festival!

Feel the spring rain

The gloomy clouds are very close, as if they were low. They float quietly to the earth, smearing green buds with thick tears from time to time. But the sky is still so vast and the earth is still so bright. A warm and heavy breeze blows from time to time, bringing a harmonious melody. It is playing in a low voice, silently awakening all the sleeping life on the earth. It is a prelude to spring, a prelude to fantasy improvisation. Listen, how beautiful!

Thick clouds shed their hard sweat happily and slowly, forming a continuous drizzle. The drizzle gently knocks on the ground, "ticking", like a finger tapping on the piano keys, making a beautiful sound and forming beautiful music.

I am holding an umbrella, enjoying the touch brought by this wonderful music, stepping on a shallow pond, strolling up a hill top, overlooking the hill top, and seeing the flowers and trees on the earth covered with a thin layer of green gauze under the intoxication of this wonderful music. Trees germinate in spring, which is a well-known thing, but it seems to be the first time to find it and I was shocked by it. In the past winter, these flowers and trees were almost shattered by the cold wind, leaving only bare branches hanging on the dry ground as if they were all dead. But now it is sprouting, growing green and thriving happily in this music. This is because life cannot be erased by the suffering given by nature! Now they are pushing up happily, as if singing a song that is integrated with this music. Listen, how beautiful!

I looked up and stared at the distant north. On the horizon in the north, stands a continuous mountain. Through this continuous mountain, I flew farther north. I will arrive at a beautiful place, where there is a magical mountain called Elephant Trunk Mountain. There is a green river called Lijiang, which is the place I pursue, because there is a university for which I strive. My lover is waiting for my good news at that university. I am imagining that after I become the first prize this year, I will hold her hand, climb Elephant Trunk Mountain and see the emerald Lijiang River. The Lijiang River is sparkling, and the fishing boat sings late. Let's savor the past struggles and enjoy the present harvest.

Thought of here, like a hot air coming to my mind, I told myself that I must work hard in difficulties and never give up, just like this flower and tree! I put my umbrella aside and wanted to withstand the wind and rain with everything on the earth. But at this moment, the dark clouds have dispersed, and the soft sunshine has erupted on me and all creatures. The breeze blew by me again, stroking my body and making a "whirring" sound. All the flowers and trees on the earth formed harmonious notes under her touch. I played a new piece of music with these creatures. Listen, how beautiful!

Snowflakes in March

Maybe the fairy in the sky is still caring for this inch of land where I live. She quietly opened her cosmetic box and sprinkled a drop of rain on the earth.

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When you open the window, the fresh fragrance is accompanied by the fragrance of the earth, and the meaning is concise and elegant like poetry. I want three points of Yi 'an's charm, three points of Dongpo's heroism, three points of Tao Qian's indifference, three points of Li Bai's broadmindedness, three points of Nalan's artistic conception, and then listen to the natural rain.

Spring rain, fresh but not charming, small and heroic, drizzling, she is like a quiet confidante, telling the distance and warmth of spring; Yu Xia, like a speeding car, is amazing for his boldness, and also like a stunning masterpiece, which will last forever. Autumn rain is like a sad little girl, delicate and touching, which makes people reluctant to part with her beauty.

Autumn rain, falling silently, is like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers, obliquely and densely woven, and the desolation and bitterness have already been revealed. Her rain curtain is dense, and a bead curtain is hung between heaven and earth.

Autumn rain drops from the sky to the ground, falls on the bluestone board, and flows along the stone ... It composes a mysterious and long-lasting song, which is quiet and elegant, returning to the original, and the cheerful timbre gives people a sigh of "lingering sound, not ending in three days".

Autumn rain brings the joy of harvest. It rains, and the flowers and fruits on the ground and in the rice fields greedily absorb the dew of autumn rain. Autumn rain moistens everything on the earth with its dew without reservation. In rice fields and fields, the happy smiles of farmers' uncles infected me and made me more grateful for the autumn rain. They spread vegetable seeds in the fields hopefully in spring, plowing, fertilizing and watering all summer. In autumn, he can finally enjoy the joy of harvest, just as Xin Qiji wrote in his poem: In the fragrance of rice and flowers, there is a bumper harvest, listening to frogs. And all this is due to the autumn rain, which selflessly dedicated her dew to the earth.

Autumn rain is so touching and desolate, she pushed open the door of autumn, indicating that autumn has arrived. Her beauty infected the leaves on the tree, and Ye Er wanted to follow in her footsteps, falling with the wind and dancing in the air, giving people quiet reverie and meditation.

Autumn rain renders a quiet autumn rain rhyme. The earth in autumn was originally so noisy, but after the baptism of autumn rain, everything was so quiet, showing the charm of autumn rain, quiet autumn rain rhyme, desolate and elegant. ...

Reading the moon

The moon, you hang high in the sky every day, shining the earth with soft moonlight. Do you know how many people have read your circle and how many people have aroused their feelings because of you?

"Jiang Tianyi color without fine dust, our headquarters solitary moon wheel. Who sees the first sight of the moon by the river, Jiang Yuezhao at the beginning of the year. " Moon, you are the divine incarnation, but why are you sometimes perfect and sometimes defective? I think you want to tell people not to be proud when they succeed, maybe they will fall to the bottom in a few days; Don't be discouraged when you fail, you will succeed. There must be a full moon, so don't wait until the full moon disappears before thinking about it. We should cherish the good times when the moon is full. "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. This matter is ancient and difficult. " -

Whether the moon is round or short, it will arouse people's faint feelings. -

"Nothing, go to the West Building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn." When we are lonely, we can read the moon, which can make all the troubles of cutting and chaos disappear. "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home." When we are homesick, we read the moon and let this seemingly frosty moonlight caress your homesick heart. In June, how many classmates did you accompany to study hard under the lonely lamp, and how many people's hearts were comforted by you. With you, the night on earth is no longer dark. "The bright moon shines on Kyushu, and several families are happy and worried." When we are happy, we enjoy the moon and place our blessings from afar; When we are sad, we look at the moon and release all the pain; When we are bored, when we look at the moon, we will think of many happy times; We read you when friends are together, and we read you when we leave. You bring endless joy and sorrow to mankind, and you are the accommodation of the soul. -

Every night, when you see a crescent moon hanging in the sky, it seems to tell you: the sun is setting, don't be afraid of the darkness, and there is another crescent moon to welcome the sunset glow. We should not be afraid of ups and downs, nor should we be afraid of failure. I believe there will be light ahead. As long as we persist and don't give up, victory will surely come. -

Moon, how much truth have you made people understand? How much truth have you made people understand? You have been read selflessly, but you still shine on the earth with soft moonlight.

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The flower season of Yangmingshan has already appeared. If you are afraid that many people will spoil your fun,

Let's walk around the birds and see the cherry blossoms in early spring.

The spring rain woke up the cherry blossoms that the birds came to sleep, and the misty rain all over the mountain brought a little sadness. Fortunately, the crimson cherry blossoms bring a breath of spring to this mountain village.

At this time, let the bird say a cherry blossom love song! March is the heyday of cherry blossoms in Niaoshan, and the rain in early spring makes cherry blossoms report in advance. On both sides of the road in front of Guan Jing Waterfall, cherry blossoms are only red, and there are several different shades of colors, including brilliant red, vermilion, pink to reddish, so the real beauty of cherry blossoms cannot but amaze tourists. It turns out that the flower border can be so touching.

In addition, there are endless waterfalls, such as Shan Lan, which is as ethereal as Chinese painting, clear streams, and little-known bird-coming hot springs.

If you want to stay in the mountains for an extra day, Niaolai also has a five-star resort hotel. If you want to drink tea quietly, birds never have much tea. Bai Yunxuan in Julong Mountain Villa is the best place for birds to enjoy tea and scenery, especially in rainy season. In Bai Yunxuan, you can enjoy the spectacular sight of heather flowing through the Red and Yellow Gorge and appreciate the aura in the mountains.

For those who like to be lively, Niaolai also has a Yunxian Paradise, where the whole family can travel together and take a cable car to see the panoramic view of Niaolai Waterfall. Nalu Bay Resort Hotel in front of the waterfall provides all kinds of leisure needs of the metropolis. Cherry blossoms are everywhere behind the hotel. The accommodation facilities in the hotel are not only modern and comfortable, but also have indigenous cultural colors and unique features.

With the cherry blossoms in the mountains as a wedge, Bird will hold a "Hundred Birds Spring Banquet" this year. From Beixin Road to Xinniao Road, azaleas will open the way and lead tourists to sing a cherry blossom love song to birds.

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Is it still there?

"In"

The simple answer is that I am asking if Grandpa Temple is still in Taiyuan Cave.

The wind blew through the branches, whirring and making a sudden sound as it should. Just like the river bank of childhood, a person runs on it, listening to the sound of the wind, letting the wind blow his hair and kissing his forehead shyly. It turns out that the wind that haunts my childhood dreams still exists. Still the familiar feeling, still there, so real and unforgettable. In my heart, in my memory, in my childhood, there was a youthful summer after the college entrance examination. It seems that an old friend who has been missing for a long time will meet again. It feels good to let the wind blow.

Blue sky and white clouds, empty sky, so beautiful and sleepy. Or the sky when I was a child swimming in a stream in summer. At that time, the sky was blue sky and white clouds, so beautiful and innocent. Like ducklings, a group of friends got in, got out of the stream, plunged into the water and returned to the bottom stone. It turns out that such a beautiful sky has always been there, so that I didn't notice it before. It has accompanied me through the bleak and miserable youth and rainy season. It was always there, and when people asked about it, they noticed that it was always by my side.

The spring breeze warms people, and the summer breeze is clear and appropriate. This tense summer is sunny and the sky is blue. There is no need to be depressed about the exam results, because things that have not been valued for many years are still there. The childhood memories of those teenagers have turned into beautiful memories again. Listening to the twittering birds singing on the wire like a staff, I realized that everything was there. The wires torn by the staff are reflected in the blue sky, and the blue sky and wires are like a summer tune. These childhood skies are still there.

The still blue sky, white clouds and green hills are like a landscape painting. No, it's a landscape painting. It's an original of nature. Birds fly across the sky between heaven and earth. From a distance, the shadows under the green hills and white clouds are like ink clouds spilled by the painter's nature. Near the rice fields, the wind blows like waves. Lotus leaves in a small pond look up at the sky and look forward to this beautiful blue sky like me. The wires are in sight, and the bird's air travel station is so safe in the air. Tall trees stand tall and empty, and leaves rustle in the wind. Pink lotus flowers are as charming as the shy cheeks of a first-love girl. All these landscapes mean that all the familiar things are there. I think any painter or photographer will be moved when he sees it.

After the exam, I lost my mind in such an environment. Yes, I failed the exam. But the spirit of brave fighting is still there, the spirit of unyielding is still there, the confidence is still there, and the fighting spirit is still there.

I put the book on the table and got up to feel the wind and scenery. I close my eyes and open my hands, thinking about everything around me. They are still there, so charming. This kind of feeling is not felt in painting and photography exhibitions. It's here, I'm here, everything is here.

No matter what kind of school, I think my dream will not change. I can still pursue my dream with my old heart that never gives up. Because that heart is still there, forever.