Sad poems about ginkgo leaves

1. Sad sentences to describe the falling of ginkgo leaves

(1) In the severe winter, the frost-stained ginkgo leaves gradually wither and turn yellow, and the yellow leaves fall rustlingly in the north wind, giving people a sense of joy. The ground was covered with a "golden carpet". Whenever there is a heavy snowfall, it is covered in silver, and its strong body looks even more handsome, chic and mighty against the backdrop of the ice and snow.

(2) Ginkgo leaves have golden dresses, soft curves, sweet smell, soft bodies, and can also dance beautifully. It is a pure and innocent girl.

(3) When I observed the ginkgo leaves, I found that some leaves were still green, but some leaves were already yellow. When I looked at it again the next day, I found that the small ginkgo leaves had turned into colorful small fans.

(4) The ginkgo leaves in autumn are far less vibrant than the leaves in spring and summer, but they are full and mature! Because it understands dedication, it is as it is now, selflessly and silently dedicated to the reincarnation of life.

(5) In the severe winter, the frost-stained ginkgo leaves gradually wither and turn yellow. The yellow leaves fall rustlingly in the north wind, covering the ground with a "golden blanket". Whenever there is a heavy snowfall, it is covered in silver, and its strong body looks even more handsome and majestic against the backdrop of the ice and snow.

(6) Autumn is here, and the green ginkgo leaves begin to turn yellow. Especially in the cold dew and frost season, the ginkgo leaves gradually turn from green to yellow, and then from yellow to golden. The ginkgo leaves at this time decorate the ginkgo tree into a golden color, noble and especially beautiful.

(7) The autumn wind is coming, and the ginkgo leaves begin to fall. It takes about more than a month from a few stars to a swarm of stars. Pieces of golden ginkgo leaves flutter in the wind, like beautiful little fans, fanning away the heat of summer, fanning away the coolness of autumn, and fanning away the cold of winter.

(8) Shaking the ginkgo leaves in my hand, I heard the sound of the autumn wind blowing towards me "whirring". I took a few more leaves and shook them in my hands. This time it was the sound of the leaves rubbing against each other, "hissing" like the sound of a small sand bell shaking in a baby's hand.

(9) Until the rustling winter, pieces of ginkgo leaves began to float down from the trees. Occasionally, I feel a little lonely. But when the ginkgo tree got angry one day, a strong wind blew up, and countless leaves began to "rain". It seemed that the leaves did not grow from it, but were stuck to it by someone else.

(10) Countless ginkgo leaves were swaying on the branches. The small ginkgo leaves were like fans. I tried to fan them, and it was really windy! There is a long "V" shaped gap in the middle of the leaf, and the yellow stripes are like rays of sunlight shining on the leaf, so beautiful!

(11) I like the ginkgo leaves in autumn the most. From a distance, the ginkgo trees are full of green and yellow butterflies. They swayed happily in the breeze, like they were having a birthday party.

(12) A breeze blew by, and the ginkgo leaves trembled and rustled on the branches, like a chorus of songs; and like a ballet dancer dancing. From a distance, the ginkgo leaf trees seem to be dancing rhythmically, one tree after another, as if a big wave is rushing forward. Looking closer, it looks like I am fanning you, how sad!

(13) In the severe winter, the frost-stained ginkgo leaves gradually withered, and pieces of yellow leaves rustled down in the north wind. At this time, the ginkgo is preparing for next spring.

(14) In autumn, the ginkgo leaves grow bigger. However, probably because of the cold weather, the color of their leaves gradually changed from light yellow to burnt yellow. This reminds me of what the teacher said: "The leaves of the ginkgo tree are like small unfolded fans.".

2. Poems about Ginkgo leaves

"The Ginkgo Tree is Yellow" When I got up early, the little boy was leaning on the fence alone, and the sparrows were chirping around the tree. I don't know what kind of picture this is. The leading sparrow started from there. When the birds fluttering on the treetops also left together, I discovered that yesterday’s apricot leaves had gradually withered and turned yellow. Because there were no apricot fruits on the tree, there were clusters of yellow fruits. Moreover, it was just one tree, not neat. So I knew she was not the nostalgic Myolie I had seen before. That day, through the car window, I suddenly noticed that there was no sign of them on both sides of Bayi Road, which had become clean and spacious. I was shocked - My Myolie She once wore a fashionable and plump green dress. She once stretched out her slender and long arms. She once had a real smile. She once stood on tiptoes and presented each oval-shaped fruit to me. But where is she now? The apricot tree in front of me is yellow, and there is still one leaf that has fallen suddenly. I don’t know whether it’s because of the flying birds, or because I can’t stand the joy of the birds, or because I feel pity for the little boy’s loneliness. But what about my Xing’er? Where will she be placed? At this time, she will gradually turn yellow and red, and two pieces of "Ginkgo" will float down. Author: Long Wenbianying. I dare not call it romance. This romance requires one step. Traveling three thousand miles. Three thousand miles is just a short micro-tour of a ray of light to the sun. But I actually spent thirty years waiting and waiting for the latitude of the earth to move north under the feet of the sun. Spring is still here. Whispering words in imagination, losing the desire to fly, the letter stays at the bottom of the cabinet, the moon also stays there to capture the flight of butterflies, capture the dream shadow left by the flower soul to the earth, and time always comforts me absentmindedly, using the physical strength and imagination in advance to promise tears. Frozen and dying blooms time and time again. Use death to put a ring on the other hand. Use horse hooves to knock the hard shell of dreams. Use blood to mortgage emotions. The income tax on credit. I dare not call it vicissitudes, let alone use dense words to describe the future. Submerged, I am just a ginkgo waiting to come from the field and search for clarity in the water. I touch my heart and it feels like it is full of sway. But under my feet are all the seeds waiting for spring. But I still cannot turn into soil or use the language of petals. Breaking through the midwinter ginkgo, my dear ginkgo, how many more seasons can you endure when the water drips from the stone? Is that god still caring for you carefully? Please help me tell it, tell all the scenes, the sealed carnival and exclamation, tell the iron horse glacier Yang Wanli's hardness and persistence are slightly mixed with dark gray and light fire, and the sweetest rhyme is the slightest bitterness.

A chicken head may not be like a duck’s feet, but ginkgo may be used as a golden peach. Zhang Wuwu's poem says that in the Song Dynasty, the duck's feet were half-ripe and still green, and the gauze bag was sent to Jiangling City.

In the imperial residence of Zhumen in the city, the breeze and the bright moon blew the curtains and the sheng. The delicate jade and snowy wrists shine brightly, and the rotten silver shell shines through the broken glass.

Liu Yuan’s father’s poem, Song Dynasty, Emperor Wei of Wei, looking far away, asked me for duck’s feet. It was made by Wu people, and I am satisfied with my ambition to reappear.

There are fine trees in the south of the Yangtze River, and they are so tall that they reach into the sky. The leaves are like traces on the edges of railings, and the seeds are peeling off apricots.

If you stick to it and worship it in the Han Palace, a hundred fruits will not overwhelm you. Su Dongpo's Poems, Song Dynasty "Duck's feet are born in the south of the Yangtze River. The name and reality are consistent, and the red bag is due to tribute."

Ginkgo Guizhongzhou. Ouyang Xiu: Goose feathers are given thousands of miles away, but the most important thing is the person.

Although there are hundreds of duck feet, they are so precious to get! Thousand-year-old ginkgo has never seen you, but I can imagine you, a deciduous tree with an umbrella-like crown that supports the sky. After thousands of years of wind and rain, it is overflowing with a trace of pride, hiding in the mountains. In the tender years, the mountain wind is whistling by. Knocking on the window lattice of memory from time to time, the quiet and peaceful rhythm is pleasant, but with a trace of unnoticeable pain. The fan-shaped leaves have been dried a long time ago. The bookmarks of the years lead me into the inextricable pain. The bookmarks of the years slowly stretch out the thick curtains. A fan-shaped memory is pure but has a little bit of it. Unbearable traces of sedimentation. 3. Poems about the falling ginkgo leaves

"Sleeping at Qipan Ridge" by Shen Quanqi Traveling thousands of miles away alone, I lay high in the west of Qipan Ridge.

The dawn moon is close to the window, and the Tianhe River enters the house low. The fragrant spring is flat and green, and the child cries in the clear night.

The floating passengers stay in the air to listen, and praise the chickens in the city. Ouyang Xiu's poem "Duck's Feet" wrote: "Duck's feet are born in the south of the Yangtze River, and the name and reality are not superficial.

Jiangnang pays tribute, and Ginkgo is expensive in Zhongzhou." "There is a sentence in the poem: "A goose feather is given thousands of miles away, and the person is the most important.

Although a duck has a hundred feet, it is sincere and precious." After receiving Ouyang Xiu's poem, Mei Yaochen followed it The rhyme poem "Repaying Uncle Yong for Thanking Ginkgo": "What did I have last year? I gave away duck feet to others.

Human beings are more expensive than goose feathers." Li Qingzhao, a famous female poet in the Southern Song Dynasty The poem "Auspicious Partridge" and "Double Ginkgo" is a masterpiece among Chinese classical ginkgo poems.

The poem says: "Charm and grace are not enough, and the tangerine in front of you can be a slave. Who would have mercy on living in the rivers and lakes, and the jade bones and ice muscles would not wither.

Who taught Bing Tilian After picking the branches, the Ming Dynasty leaned against Taizhen. The layman broke it open and wanted to chant the new flavor of the two families."

Li Shanji of the Qing Dynasty once praised it in his "Ginkgo Song": There is a ginkgo in front of the Tianshi Cave. List of one hundred and eight scenic spots in Qingcheng. Exquisitely high above the Baiyun River, greenery spreads across the top of the lonely crane.

I linger under the tree for a long time, surrounded by thick shade and cold summer. The traces of Shijie Fairyland are now gone, but Banjingliao looks like an ancient person.

The motherland has always been full of beautiful trees, but now it is willing to hide away from the secular world. The shape is like an angry hornet flying far away, and the momentum is like an undulation when it bends.

The posture is like a phoenix dancing in the sky, and the energy is like a dragon flying in the rock valley. The intertwined roots have passed through autumn several times, and I have been wandering around in vain every year. 4. Poems about ginkgo (10 poems)

The poems are as follows:

1. The charm and grace are not enough, but the sweet orange in front of you can be a slave. Who can pity me who lives in the rivers and lakes, whose jade bones and ice muscles refuse to wither?

Source: "Rui Partridge. Double Ginkgo"

Author: Li Qingzhao

Creation Year: Song Dynasty

Translation: Ginkgo is elegant and generous With its elegant demeanor, ginkgo has a simple appearance and elegant quality, even the top-quality tangerine is inferior to it. Ginkgo is loyal and noble. Although it lives in the world, it still maintains the charm of jade bones and ice muscles.

2. Let the sun and moon wander to the west and east, regardless of the frost and wind blowing your temples. The ground turned yellow with ginkgo leaves, and suddenly the world was shocked by the success.

Source: "What I See in Morning Star Books"

Author: Ge Shaoti

Creation Year: Song Dynasty

Translation: Leisurely days follow Swaying from east to west in the strong wind, no matter how strong the wind, frost or cold it is. When the ground was covered with golden ginkgo leaves, he suddenly announced his success in an earth-shattering way.

3. There are ginkgo trees in front of Tianshi Cave, listing the 180 scenic spots in Qingcheng. Exquisitely high above the Baiyun River, greenery spreads across the top of the lonely crane.

Source: "Ginkgo Song"

Author: Li Shanji

Creation Year: Qing Dynasty

Translation: There is a ginkgo tree in front of Tianshi Cave The tree was listed as one of the one hundred and eighty sceneries in Qingcheng. The exquisite figure is higher than Baiyun River, and the green branches seem to be spread across the top of the lonely crane.

Extended information:

Ginkgo has the following symbolic meanings:

1. Ginkgo is a symbol of harmony

Ginkgo represents China The nation's long-standing culture is the endorsement of truth, goodness and beauty. As for its leaf shape, the leaf shape of one stalk and two leaves represents harmony, symbolizing yin and yang, life and death, spring and autumn, right and wrong, etc. Harmony of opposites. Therefore, ginkgo represents the reconciliation of opposites.

2. Symbol of love

The leaves of ginkgo are in the shape of a heart. One handle and two leaves represent two loving hearts connected together. The ginkgo tree, also called the Gongsun tree, takes thousands of years to bloom and bear fruit. Although it is an exaggeration, it shows that only after a long wait can the flowering and fruiting be kept, symbolizing the long years of guarding love and the final union.

3. Tenacity and composure

Ginkgo is leafless in winter, and begins to sprout and grow leaves during the Spring Festival. From the beginning of the year to the end of the year, the leaves slowly turn from green to yellow, and finally in Winter drifts away with the wind. Its poignant life is the autumn brewing in hope, and its tenacious spirit represents eternal and calm love.

4. Represents longevity

Ginkgo is a plant of the same era as dinosaurs. It is called a living fossil. It has strong adaptability, a long growth period, and a lifespan of up to a thousand years. Therefore, ginkgo is a representative and symbol of longevity. People plant ginkgo trees in front of and behind their houses in the hope that they and their families will live a long and healthy life.

Baidu Encyclopedia - Ginkgo 5. Beautiful poems about ginkgo leaves

"Twenty Swimming in Wangchuan. Wenxing Pavilion" Wang Wei

Wenxing planted as a beam , Lemongrass forms a knot.

I don’t know the clouds in the building, but treat them as rain on earth.

Rui Partridge·Double Ginkgo Li Qingzhao

The charm and grace are not very common, but the sweet orange in front of you can be a slave.

Who has mercy on the wandering rivers and lakes, whose jade bones and ice muscles refuse to wither?

Who is called picking branches with their stems tied together? After getting drunk, Emperor Ming leaned on Taizhen.

The layman is really interested in breaking it apart, and he wants to sing about the new flavor of the two families.

"The Ginkgo King" Qianlong

The coca trees are surrounded by people, and the leaves are lush and the branches are lush and green.

Reading the vicissitudes of the world is like an illusion, and the record of the founding of the mountain is vague

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Seven-character poem by Wu Kuan

Hundreds of red leaves are scattered on the plate in Dongting's autumn colors

After the frost, even mandarin oranges are randomly picked, and there are taro simmering in the snow

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There is no need to hold a bag, and the material written at the end of the book is not boring or guessing

But I am worried that the good benefits will not be able to beg and plant a few trees in the mountain

"Ode to Ginkgo" Zhang Wuwu ( Northern Song Dynasty)

Han Lin's house with a red door in the city, the breeze and the bright moon blow the curtains and the sheng.

The jade fiber and snowy wrists shine brightly, and the rotten silver shells are broken and the glass shines brightly.

"Answer to a Friend" Mei Yaochen (Song Dynasty)

People from the north see duck feet, and people from the south see walnuts;

If you know what is inside but not what is outside, you will be suspicious. Oak chestnut Tao.

The duck-footed green plum is named because of its tall leaves.

My hometown, Xuancheng County, is very proud of this.

Planting trees for thirty years will produce seeds to ward off evil scourges.

The hand that peels off the core has no skin, and the palace minister holds the position.

Today, everyone is happy to be born, and I recommend wine to press the grapes.

I first heard the praise from Emperor Yuan, and then the king again praised me.

Who can pick it up? The jade bowl is covered with gold.

The trees full of ginkgo leaves are like ingenious golden fans, which are really painted by immortals and made by nature.

The ginkgo tree has fifty rings of roots, no less than a Zhongni tree. The lush green trees in the midsummer rain are clear, and it’s hard to get rid of the green again. The golden leaves fall in the clear autumn, and the red fades away and turns red again. The attached high school has produced talented people from generation to generation, and China’s century-old blueprint has been displayed.

As soon as I turned around, a tall and straight tree came into my sight. Its thick branches were so strong and powerful; its dense leaves still retained the colors of spring, one yellow and one yellow. The green contrasts sharply with the ginkgo trees seen earlier. I really admire the magic of nature's magical paintbrush.

The ginkgo leaves in autumn are far less vibrant than the leaves in spring and summer, but they are full and mature! Because it understands dedication, it is as it is now, selflessly and silently dedicated to the reincarnation of life. 6. Ancient poems describing ginkgo leaves

1. "What I saw in the morning book"

Ge Shaoti

Let the sun and moon wander to the west and the east, regardless of the frost and wind on the temples . Come

The ground is covered with yellow ginkgo leaves, and the success suddenly shocks the world.

2. "Rui Partridge·Double Ginkgo"

Li Qingzhao

There is not much charm and grace, but the sweet orange in front of you can be a slave.

Who can pity me who lives in the rivers and lakes, my jade bones and ice muscles refuse to wither.

Who calls it picking branches with their stems tied together? After getting drunk, Emperor Ming leaned on Taizhen.

The layman is really interested in opening up the two new houses.

3. "Ode to Ginkgo Apricot"

Zhang Wuwu

The duck's feet are half-ripe and still green, and the gauze bag is sent to Jiangling City.

In Hanlin's house with a red door in the city, the breeze and the bright moon blow the curtains and the sheng.

The jade fiber and snowy wrists shine brightly, and the broken silver shell and glass shine brightly.

4. "Ginkgo Song"

Li Shanji

There are ginkgo trees in front of Tianshi Cave, listing one hundred and eight scenic spots in Qingcheng.

Exquisitely high above the Baiyun River, the greenery stretches across the top of the lonely crane.

I linger under the tree for a long time, surrounded by thick shade and cold summer.

The traces of Shijie Baixian are now gone, but Ban Jingliao is still seen by the ancients.

The motherland has always been full of beautiful trees, but now it is willing to retreat into the world.

The shape is like an angry hornet flying far away, and the momentum is like an undulation when it bends.

The posture is like a phoenix dancing in the sky, and the energy is like a dragon flying in a rock valley.

The roots are intertwined and the autumn is coming, and I am trying to get rid of it every year.

5. "Ode to Ginkgo in Shanlin Temple"

Shi Pu

The five peaks are high and the auspiciousness is deep, and the Qin Temple Yunchang has been through the Song and Jin Dynasties.

On behalf of the famous monk, there is a Buddhist pagoda, named Shuchang Temple and Zen Forest.

There is no sign of a roaring tiger in the rock, but there is a sound of a cock crowing and knocking out of the rock.

The tall branches of ancient cypresses and the fruit of ginkgo trees have existed for thousands of years. 7. Sad sentences describing the large-scale falling of ginkgo trees

Sad sentences describing the large-scale falling of ginkgo trees 1. Until the rustling autumn, pieces of ginkgo leaves began to fall continuously from the trees.

Sometimes, I feel a little lonely. But when the ginkgo tree got angry one day, a strong wind blew up, and countless leaves began to "rain". It seemed that the leaves did not grow from it, but were stuck to it by someone else.

2. A breeze blows, and the ginkgo leaves tremble on the branches, making a rustling sound, like a chorus song; and like a ballet dancer dancing. From a distance, the ginkgo leaf tree It seems to be dancing rhythmically, one tree after another, as if a big wave is rushing forward.

Looking closer, it looks like it is fanning you. How beautiful! 3. In the autumn wind, some leaves seem to be thinking. Dancing with the wind, they flew down like golden butterflies. Other leaves seemed not to have received enough sun, but swayed slightly on the branches. 8. Poems about Ginkgo

Verses describing ginkgo:

Song Geshao's "Morning Book Reading"

Wait for the sun and the moon to flow west and east,

No matter the frost and wind blowing your temples.

The ground is covered with yellow ginkgo leaves,

Suddenly the world is shocked by the success

The auspicious partridge. Double ginkgo

The charm and grace are not yet there. Jindu, I respect you and I can be a slave.

Who is willing to live in the rivers and lakes, and my jade bones and ice muscles are not willing to wither?

Who is called to pick branches with branches, and it will be clear after drunkenness. The emperor relied on Taizhen.

The layman opened his heart and wanted to sing the new flavor of the two families.

"Staying at Qipan Ridge at Night" Shen Quanqi of the Early Tang Dynasty

Traveling thousands of miles away alone, he lay high in the west of Qipan Ridge.

The dawn moon is close to the window, and the Tianhe River enters the house low.

The fragrant spring is flat and green, and the child cries in the clear night.

The floating passengers stay in the air to listen, and praise the chickens in the city.

The palace guard Chen Quanguo erected a monument under the ginkgo tree.

The big tree dragons meet Luhou, and the smoke disappears like a covered floating hill.

It is shaped like a lotus seat with petals, and is composed of layers of spiral buns.

Historical records indicate that the emperor was already in his 20th generation, and the scriptures of human beings were divided into immortals and Buddhists.

It seems that everything in the past and present has become an illusion, and the only son will live forever and travel with tourists.

Li Shanji, a native of the Qing Dynasty, once wrote the song "Ginkgo Song" to praise:

There are ginkgo trees in front of Tianshi Cave, listing one hundred and eight sceneries of Qingcheng.

Exquisitely high above the Baiyun River, the greenery stretches across the top of the lonely crane.

I linger under the tree for a long time, surrounded by thick shade and cold summer.

The trace of Shijie Fairyland has disappeared now, but Banjingliao looks like an ancient person.

The motherland has always been full of beautiful trees, but now it is willing to retreat into the world.

The shape is like an angry hornet flying far away, and the momentum is like an undulation when it bends.

The posture is like a phoenix dancing in the sky, and the energy is like a dragon flying in a rock valley.

The roots are intertwined and the autumn is coming, and I am trying to get rid of it every year. 9. Poems about praising ginkgo leaves and friendship

(1) The branches are full of flowers, and they bloom like a brocade.

Thousands of branches reflect each other in the distance, and the rays of sunshine illuminate the oasis. (2) The new buds contain elixirs and condensed dew, and the buzzing butterflies create admiration.

Drunken eyes look at each other and smile differently, and the high and low folds rhyme and relax the pink sleeves. (3) There is no need to return home in the depths of spring. I drink sake and miss lovesickness. I recite poems and write poems to you. I accompany you with flowers and turn them into folk songs. Chapter 2: Apricot blossoms rain in March and spring melts in March. When we place our most beautiful expectations on the reverie of spring, Spring will weave the thoughts of fragrant grass and green shade into beautiful dreams, and give them to the people and the earth who expect them. Then we have the story of spring, the dream of spring, and the hard work and hope of spring.

——Xiaoxiao's "Spring Letter" "Good rain knows the season, and when spring happens, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." Seasons have the magic power of a magician. When the news of spring is clear, the feeling of spring is also strong.

Spring is like a chanting poem, starting from the rhizome of the spring grass with a rhyme that breaks the ground. Overnight, the mountains turned green, and the water began to turn pure blue. The glimmering light and shadow in the center of the river made ripples toward the sky, waiting for the sparkling waves to catch up. The skylight has dispersed the silence of winter in a mighty way, and happily welcomes the warm current blowing from the equator, driving the seasons to move forward along the natural colors.

"When spring comes, all things will shine." Poets say that spring does not come by riding down the hills, but by walking barefoot across the spring stream, like a smiling goose girl walking to the edge of a field, a well or a pond.

I still remember that the prose master Prishvin once wrote a one-sentence prose "Flower Stream", "In those places where spring water rushed, there are now torrents of flowers everywhere." In order to better understand The essence of this essay, I found a supplementary annotation for this short essay from "Facing the Autumn Wilds" by another essayist Baustovsky: "Even if only the wild swamp is your victory Witness it, then they will become blooming and extremely beautiful, and spring will always live in your heart. ”

Spring always contains the magic of beautiful scenery. Following the footsteps of spring, the little animals begin to slowly wake up and meet in the days when spring returns.

Butterflies are fluttering, bees are flying, birds are murmuring, swallows are playing in the water, and rapeseed flowers are also vying for the first place. One long long blooms with a brilliant golden color, which enchantingly covers the decline of the past. Mountains and hills with withered grass. The withered grass in winter stretches from the roadside in front of the door to the mountain streams and valleys. The lush new green and fresh goose yellow hold hands with spring and accompany the flowers, making a bride waiting at the door happily. And willfully go on a date with the bright spring scenery.

The vegetation that had been silent all winter seemed to smell the breath of spring. They crowded around and poked their shy heads out of the soil, water surface, tree trunks, and sky, quietly comprehending this coming from the east. The warm currents in the west quietly share the poetry and painting of spring. You listen, the spring rain is pattering, the raindrops are graceful, the mist yarn rolls up the spring skirt, dancing joyfully to the natural world; you see, the spring is bright, the warm sun is pouring down, and the charming face is colorful and red.

Spring is like the tide, and flowers are like the sea. Nature has given you an unreserved gift of beauty. You can’t help but like it, and you can’t help but like it. Spring has come, the rain moistens the earth, the blue waves are rippling, and the mountains and rivers are shining green on a moonlit night, reflecting the green mountains and rivers from south to north.

Spring is here, and it comes so suddenly and so hastily that people have no time to prepare. The oppressive and silent snowflakes in the cold winter have escaped and drifted far away without a trace, leaving behind the boundless blue sky and bright clouds in spring.

The gentle breeze rolled up a corner of the spring gauze, and the warm sunshine shone on the sleeping land, like clouds and smoke, like silk and forging, and the warm currents rushed towards the face and covered the earth. A riot of color and the scent of spring. Nature decides the world in spring, and everything in nature changes unexpectedly in the spring.

"Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river." In spring, spring is full of joy. Walking in the streets, alleys, mountains, rivers and fields, let the sun delicately caress our hair roots, and a warm current will flow through our hair. It poured from the tips of my hair into my heart.

Spring comes uninvited, and all living creatures cheer for its freshness, agility and vitality. Walking proudly in the spring of March, everything around me is changing with the drifting spring light. Movement turns into aura, tranquility turns into wonderland, and tranquility turns wonder into dreams. Everywhere in the fields is overflowing, transforming, and dancing. Spring message.

"Spring" Since ancient times, people have used almost all beautiful words to describe and praise spring, because in spring everything revives and the scenery is pleasant, because spring is full of vitality and breeds hope. Walking in the garden of ancient poems, the poet's Wing Chun poems are colorful and colorful, which is dizzying. If you pick a few flowers casually and read them slowly, you will be intoxicated with the rhythm of spring without knowing it.

Spring is diligent. With her diligent cuckoos, partridges, and turtledoves singing, she wakes up all life on the earth, wakes up all the sleeping green grass and flowers to bloom, and wakes up the wild cherry blossoms and azaleas in the mountains and valleys to bloom in the wind. Call for the bright and bright April day in the world.

"In the poems of Hakka, the news of apricot blossoms and the sound of rain" I indulge in these poems praising spring, and I always feel that they have a profound meaning of cherishing spring. The first person to feel spring must be a woman.

It is said that women are like flowers, and who doesn’t like spring? Women are most sensitive to spring. Their brisk steps are almost in line with the pace of spring, and even a little ahead of it. Spring hasn't even arrived yet, so I can't wait to take off the bloated cotton clothes that have covered me up all winter, and put on bright, relaxed, and colorful spring clothes. And spring is almost forced out by the enthusiasm of women. Spring is late. If you don’t return, if you come out later, all the spring beauty in the world may be snatched away by these eye-catching female flowers.

"The spring breeze is full of passion, blowing my clothes into bloom." A woman in spring, with her slim figure, graceful figure, and beautiful smile, in red, yellow, green, short-sleeved clothes, The low-cut, leg-revealing spring dress is wrapped in blooming flowers, full of charm and brilliance.

Like blooming flowers, each one is alive and fragrant, and each one is competing for beauty. Looking around, the spring is infinite and the garden is full of spring scenery. Willow buds decorate the twigs with dots of tender green. Inadvertently, the pear blossoms are white, the peach blossoms are red, and the broad bean flowers are opening up a pair of bright black eyes.

In fact, the spring beauty of nature cannot compare with the human world.