Betty Wong's tree hole painting belongs to street art, in fact, there are many masters' street graffiti in the West. Betty Wong's "Tree Cave Painting" became an instant hit this time, not because of a master's name, but because of clever colors and vivid pictures. She brought the tree hole to life and described the beautiful fairy tales of the city.
However, for a city, most people ignore more than a broken tree hole. To learn beauty from the imperfection, you need to be observant. Some rusty buildings, some neglected dead corners of the city ... Fortunately, tree holes have been found. Who is the next person to create the "New World"? This is the transmission of positive energy. Maybe we are not short of artists, but the creation of "warm" cities.
Finally, Betty Wong said that when she returned to Dalian after school, she would also bring the tree hole painting to Dalian. In fact, this movable "green" can reach every corner of the world. For Nanning, a green city with the reputation of "half city with trees and half tower", it also needs the "green" of swimming. Tree hole painting not only adds vitality and vigor to Greentown, but also adds warmth and human touch. I believe that tree holes, like dandelion seeds, are scattered around in the wind and soon germinate and bloom. At that time, our urban greening was not just a tree hole painting, but a continuation of beauty.
This is the beauty of tree hole painting!
The beautiful sentence about "rose" is 1. The roses on the left bank are in full bloom in midsummer light years. The sunshine that can't be turned around is our youthful ignorance that will not fade away. Winter goes and spring comes, and the future is a brilliant midsummer light year.
2. The blooming wild roses hug and squeeze each other one by one under the caress of the Spring Fairy. What a crazy love between butterflies and flowers, even the swirling wind has become colorful.
When the roses in the yard are in full bloom, the wild roses grow and cover the whole house under the dew and sunshine. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song in the distance, soothing my slightly ignorant heart.
4, crystal curtains are cool and breezy, and roses are overflowing.
At about five o'clock in the morning, the gorgeous rose got up early and smiled.
6. The roses in the yard are in full bloom. Under the gentle breeze, one wild rose after another seems to be telling people a happy story.
7. Wild roses are swaying in the wind and smiling on the branches.
8. The rose climbs on the bamboo fence on the roadside, and after the dark green leaves, it sticks out a little carmine, like a girl's half-charming and half-angry mouth, which makes people want to kiss.
9. To fill a new spring, you must dump the existing old water; To get a rose, you must give up the rose you have; If you want to have a unique experience, you must have mental trauma.
10, there is a cluster of wild roses, surrounded by lilies of the valley, with the first pink flower. Flowers with dewdrops dance with the wind and smell fragrant.
1 1 When the roses in the yard are in full bloom, the wild roses are growing and crawling all over the house, moistened by dew and bathed by the sun. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song in the distance, soothing my slightly ignorant heart.
12, soft wild roses often grow on thorns.
13, raindrops hit the river, and the calm river jumped like a hornet's nest. Silver flowers, sparkling, beating pearls, dazzling, beautiful raindrops hitting the river, the calm river beating like a hornet's nest. Silver flowers, sparkling and dazzling. Look, by the river, why is there a small figure beating?
14, the wild rose curled up in the corner for a winter has climbed the wall of the spring breeze and greeted the spring blessings with its most delicate buds.
15. Maybe it's because the courtyard is deep. I haven't seen the early blooming roses, but all the people who love flowers have come to see them. Some are busy bees and beautiful butterflies on blooming rose stamens. Wild roses in full bloom, under the caress of the spring fairy, hug and squeeze each other one by one. The love between butterflies and flowers, even the swirling wind, has become very colorful.
3. Beautiful sentences describing flower beds 1. Grass is very lively.
Look, that cute little squirrel is looking for food. It runs everywhere, but it still can't find food. Bees fly in the flowers, carefree.
Chrysanthemums are blooming, some are yellow, some are blue, some are red, and some are like mother's beautiful curly hair, shining in the sun and looking great. 2. Spring in singing. Spring seems to be a song. Beautiful and gentle songs bring people into spring.
Spring sunshine will not make people feel hot or cold, but warm; Spring is a song, the children sang "Liu Girl", and the rising sun sang "In Spring" at the Spring Festival Evening. 3. In the field of spring, the grass germinated, the leaves germinated, the earth put on new clothes, and the stream swam happily, flowing from here to the sea and back again; Spring starts here, ends here, and starts from beginning to end; Green leaves grow and fall, when they are gone, they bloom and grow ... 4. Spring is here, spring is here, and the new semester begins again. The plan of the year lies in spring, and the school is also lively. They firmly believe that spring sowing and autumn harvest.
Because when there is sowing, there is harvesting. Spring angel school is more vibrant. Son, take off your winter coat and put on a thin coat.
In winter, heavy snow falls in succession. When I was on the side of the road, trees and plants were crushed by snow. They are like snow-white paintings, sleeping, waiting for spring to wake up. Many animals have fallen asleep, and only tenacious poplars are stationed there, just like those soldiers who have been away for many years. 6. Winter is our favorite season, because every winter, adults will let us go to the mountain to bring down the spring water, because they say that kimchi soaked in spring water is the best in winter, and the spring water in winter is boiling hot! Sweeter than tap water, and delicious. I never know how to taste tea, but in winter, I seem to know how to taste the spring water installed from the mountain.
7. The river flows to the bottom like a transparent blue belt. A school of small fish swam against the current.
They surfaced for a while, then dived into the water and disappeared. Suddenly, little turtles emerged from the bottom of the water. Some raced with small fish, some came out for a walk, and some swam to the surface for air.
8. Today, I came to the top of the mountain again. The burning sun shone on the Tongliang cave, and countless shadows emerged from the stone road. As soon as the breeze blows, many dandelions float in the sky, dotted like girls in white plush skirts, dancing in the air. Looking around, there are many purple butterflies playing in the fields in the mountains. I think it's strange that there shouldn't be too many butterflies these days. So, I took a closer look and was surprised to find that this is Phalaenopsis, a beautiful flower that looks like a butterfly.
Hum! It's not that easy for butterflies to cheat me. 9. There is a dense forest nearby, and the leaves on the trees grow very luxuriantly, blocking the bright sunshine.
The little squirrel poked its head out of the hole in the tree and looked around as if looking for food seriously. The grass on the ground is like a naughty little boy, nodding from time to time under the touch of Feng's mother.
Colorful wildflowers dance in the wind like graceful little girls. Suddenly, a little white rabbit jumped out of the grass and looked at the beautiful world with big red eyes.
10, you see, there is a box of colorful pigments in autumn. It dyes the leaves of big trees yellow, some like handfuls of small yellow fans, some like yellow palms, and some like yellow love.
It gave red to the maple tree, and the red leaves were like stamps, floating wow, floating wow, and the coolness of autumn came by mail. Golden yellow is the color of the field. Look, the fields are covered with gold.
Orange belongs to fruit trees. You are pushing oranges and persimmons, vying for people to pick them! 1 1. The autumn wind blew into the orchard. It felt that the orchard was too boring, so it blew the wind and made the orchard colorful. Apples put on dahongpao, banana brothers put on yellow tights, grapes put on crystal slimming clothes ... all the fruits in the orchard put on beautiful clothes.
12, autumn comes to the world with golden body and light steps. Rice waves are rolling in the rice fields, and Wan Li is fragrant; The corn is covered with a golden coat.
The farmer's uncle drives a harvester to harvest rice! Look at their sweet smiles and you will know how happy they are. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, red as fire, pink as chardonnay, white as snow ... colorful and charming.
A gust of wind blew, and the flowers swayed gently, emitting a faint fragrance and refreshing. In the Woods, yellow leaves are flying in the air, just like yellow butterflies dancing. They quietly fell to the ground and turned into soil, contributing their last strength to the future growth of trees.
13, the vegetable garden in autumn is another scene. I came to the vegetable garden to have a look. This is a complete variety.
There are tomatoes, peppers, eggplant ... tomatoes are covered with red gauze, all like blushing little girls. Yo! Look, those lovely little peppers; Red is like fire, hidden under the green branches and leaves, like a beautiful girl holding a fan to shade the sun.
Purple eggplant hung on the branches in a purple robe. From a distance, he looks like an arrogant scholar! 14, the sky in autumn is very high, very far and blue. Blue as a giant blue crystal.
You see, white clouds are floating in the blue sky, like cotton candy. It is also like a beautiful fairy's big white flowers embroidered on blue satin, which is very beautiful.
Baiyun moves slowly ~ moves, and gradually becomes a sheep, a puppy, a mountain, a cotton field, an ocean ... 15. In the autumn field, it walks around and feels bored in the field, so it blows and blows golden. Sorghum is red by autumn wind, corn is sunburned, rice is bent ... the fields are golden.
16, the autumn rain stopped, autumn came and the sun came out. Look, the apple has quietly opened its green leaves.
The autumn rain girl is walking in the field. Red sorghum saw Qiuyu girl and looked at herself. She was ashamed and wrapped herself up. Rice saw the autumn rain girl, bent down, as if bowing! 17, if spring comes, if you go to that mountain forest, you will smell a rich fragrance and be blocked by you.
4. I wish you to be such a woman: not showing off, not superficial, and being a knowledgeable woman; Not simple, not impetuous, to be a light woman, not obese, not bloated, even if life is exhausted, we must grow old gracefully.
I'm not lost, I'm not hurt, I'm not angry, I'm just a little tired, I'm tired of giving too much and getting too little in return.
The world has all kinds of requirements for women, such as being virtuous, beautiful, having children and being self-satisfied with poetry and books. But in fact, the only thing a woman has to do is to take care of herself. . Many women are not good enough, but are too kind to others. They always want to please others, but they don't know that the more you please others, the less valuable you are. Only by pleasing yourself and letting others please you will you become valuable.
Don't be too headstrong, because you live for the future. Don't let the future you hate the present you. Kevin Tsai
5. In the early spring, everything wakes up and there is a vibrant scene.
At the other end of the mountain, a group of small creatures broke through the ground and drilled out of the mud. Small seeds in bud stick out green leaves, which add a touch of greenery to early spring. That fresh green, lovely green, has become a scene of spring.
I can't help but have a deep affection for the grass. I like grass. In fact, it is not only because of its lovely green color, but also because of its persistence and tenacious vitality in spring, which gives me hope.
"Wildfire never completely burned them, but they grew tall again in the spring breeze." The ancient poet Qu Yuan also loved grass and its tenacious vitality. You see, small branches, small leaves, but try to grow up. Even on the cliff, it still found the intersection of survival, drinking the dew of the sun.
I love green grass, and I love its tenacious life even more. Because it gives people the motivation to make progress. I will praise the grass loudly!