What a beautiful scenery in spring! The air is so fresh. I love the spring here.
In the morning, the sun, like a new daughter-in-law who had just left the house, showed half of her face in shame.
Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. With the wind into the night, moisten things silently.
It seemed that the thin snow suddenly caused shame, showing a little pink.
The peach blossom in full bloom is like a cloud, reflecting the land full of vitality.
That bee is so diligent. It flies like a fair.
When the stars are reflected on the rough sea, they dance up and down with the waves. They are now gone.
It's like goose feather, like reed flower, like cotton wool and snow falling down.
Spring wind is like a colored pen, which makes the whole world more colorful.
A person's measurement is a kind of spiritual force, a powerful force of civilization.
Black eyes, like abacus beads like dribble around.
There are also one or two lights in the cracks of the tree. The listless one is the eye of the sleepy one.
The mountain is black and boundless, and the cliff head like a knife, axe and axe stands on the top of the sky.
The long water grass fluctuates with the running water, like the wind blowing wheat waves, rippling.
I took a deep breath and felt fresh. It was so refreshing.
A row of white jade teeth appeared on his dark, red face.
The spring rain is soft, only the spring rain is beating on the bamboo branches and leaves.
The red maple leaves fluttered down like sparks.
The yellow leaves of Xiangshan are red, like the sunset from the sky.
If you plant only pine nuts and not pine trees, one day there will be no pine tree.
In the high night sky, some silver stars are flashing like they are just fished out of the water.
The buds on the branches of the Chinese fir are quite plump, tender and shining in the sky.
Thorn rose even if stabbed my finger, still can't wither my love.
Contribution is love, dare to give, you will receive unexpected donations.
The moon is slanting in the sky, smiling, the stars are full of the Milky way, blinking.
When spring comes with her unique new green and the sea, it's really fascinating.
The spring wind, like cotton wool, blows across the river in front of my house.
When time comes, we must take advantage of it. Otherwise, we will go without a sound.
My friends are making snowmen and fighting snowfights in the snow. Have a good time!
His shaved, well-defined round chin looked like a heel.
Sunset, woods, a yellow flower, a person. In this early winter evening.
Through the gaps, the golden sunlight sprinkled on the grass growing in the brown land.
In autumn, the deep red persimmon, like a tree flame, makes you wonder.
Grandma has white temples, but she is still radiant.
The dead grass in the grass is like the yellow hair of a child. It's soft and creaky.
The sun is twining with thin clouds, giving off a light and dazzling white light.
The lilac in full bloom is like snow, like jade, like spray.
The sun's fiery smile made the hazy campus open its curtain.
Looking at this question, my brain seems to be blocked.
We sang and danced. I was sweeping the floor and talking to my classmates.
Match assumes to avoid the pain of extinction, and its life will be dark.
Sandflies are singing here, crickets are playing here.
Beijing is so beautiful! We love Beijing, we love the capital of our motherland!
Your apple is very fragrant. I've never seen such a good apple.
The bird is so fat that its whole body looks like a fluffy ball.
What a rush the lake is flowing! Hula is like a beautiful song.
The water curtain falls like a piece of brocade scales, shining in the sun.
Spring rain, patter, grass, come out! Get out of here!
A crescent moon, like a silver sickle, stretched out from the dark peak.
Books are like a ladder, which can lead us to the temple of knowledge.
The seismograph invented by Zhang Heng is the first one in the world to measure the direction of earthquakes.
The dog's golden hair was shining like it had just been oiled.
Autumn is coming to us with steady steps. Go away quietly.
The tide of people came and went, and the earth dam became an open-air stage.
The warm spring breeze caresses the earth like a loving mother, touching the child's cheek.
Spring is like a new baby. It's new from head to foot. It's growing.
The wheat sprouts are pulling out, like green carpet, thick on the field.
Spring has gone quietly, and she has planted the seeds of beauty and hope for the earth.
The breeze gently blows, gently caresses my face.
On the ring road, overpasses are like rainbow roads.