I. Baishan Tea Mat Murong (Taiwan Province Province)
Camellia is in bloom again, so the beautiful white bloom is full of trees.
Every time, I can't ignore a flowering tree. Just like white and moist flowers, from small green buds to more and more full, to slowly bloom; From semicircle, to near circle, to full circle. When you are in full bloom, if you are willing to read a section of lane carefully, you can understand every word it says. Just because each flower can only bloom once, it is absolutely good to be extra careful. There are no wrong flowers on the tree. They greet the only spring with such care and seriousness.
So when I walked past a flowering tree, I had to be surprised and hold my breath for the beauty of life.
2. Colored forest wooden bed
The most mysterious thing in nature is the forest, and the most abundant thing in the forest is color!
Morning is the color of awakening.
The blue sky vaguely outlines the distant mountains, the green trees are covered with crystal dew, and the winding river makes strong fragrant tea, which is from Huang Chengcheng. Snow-white pebbles covered the bottom of the river and the river flowed quietly.
The awakening tone needs sound as a foil, and a kingfisher is chirping and singing on the tree head? Noon is a bold and unrestrained color.
Dark mountains hook the blue sky with wavy lace, dense green trees are lush, rivers flow rapidly, and dazzling silver waves shine. Red willows protect the river and build a scarlet corridor. Martin's white flowers are in full bloom and dazzling.
Bold timbre just needs sound as a foil. A birch boat is coming, and its paddle wings are flapping against the river?
3. Whistling in Spring Liu Zhanqiu is whistling in spring along the flowering land;
Pick a young leaf from the willow;
Pick a small flower from the apricot tree,
Dip in the river and shake in the wind; So the cheerful melody lingers. Whistles spin on the blue branches, prompting small leaves to grow quickly.
Kites are floating in the sky, and the whistle follows the child's hand, along the kite line, and rises to the clouds. Oh, is there a buzz of bees in it? Is there a lark chirping? Will there be Niu Jiao? Along the flowery land, the whistle of spring;
Pick a young leaf from the willow;
Pick a small flower from the apricot tree,
Dip in the river and shake in the wind; So the cheerful melody lingers. It quietly lifted the girl's headscarf and slipped over their rosy lips.
It caught up with the carriage and circled around the whip of the red cherry.
It kissed the tire of the tractor and climbed onto the driver's shoulder.
Ah, spring whistling and running all over the mountain; In everyone's ear, there is a sweet smell.
Voice-Good morning!
Four. Golden Flower Tagore [India]
If I become a "golden flower", just for fun, growing on the high branches of that tree, smiling and swaying in the wind, dancing on the new leaves, mom, will you know me?
If you yell, "Where are you, son?" I snickered there, but didn't say a word. I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.
When you take a shower, put your wet hair on your shoulders, walk through the tree-lined "golden flower" and walk to the yard where you pray, you will smell the fragrance of this flower, but you don't know it comes from me.
When you sit at the window and read Ramayana after lunch, the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees, and I will cast my little shadow on your page, where you are reading. But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?
When you go to the cowshed with a lamp at dusk, I will suddenly fall to the ground again and become your child. Please tell me a story.
"Where are you going, you bad boy?"
"I won't tell you, mom." This is what you and I were going to say.
5. Oak (the law of alternation between life and death) [Italy] Ferrari
In early spring, the earth wakes up from a deep sleep. The fragrance of the earth wafted in the field, and the grass showed its tender buds and peeped at the world curiously; The girls are wearing bright clothes and singing happily on the bright green grass.
Thousands of trees compete in spring, streams whisper, and green carpets are laid on both sides. Looking up, nature is full of vitality.
Intoxicating, charming.
Only an oak tree stood quietly by. It didn't put on new clothes, and its old skin, which was full of vicissitudes and wrinkles, was naked; It stands tall and straight, and its withered branches point directly at the sky, as if holding up its arms and praying for God's mercy. But its blood stagnated, the spark of life disappeared, and the winter ended its remaining life.
Not long ago, it was full of energy and heroism. However, since it fell asleep, it never woke up. A few days later, a few people came, too many cooks sawed it off, dug it up by the roots, and loaded it into the car and carried it away. Where it grows, there is only a pile of loess left.
Oak, my childhood partner and friend, how many sweet fantasies you gave me! I like to climb on your tall trunk and swing freely on your tough and elastic branches.
How many times have I rested leisurely and thought freely in your quiet and cool shade. Now, those sweet times leave our lovely hometown with you.
The young oak tree grows the first tender leaf, and then spreads branches everywhere, filling the space you left in an instant. Strong seedlings become towering trees, children will laugh and play in its shade, and adults will rest and think there.
The intransitive verb Song of Rain [Lebanese] Ji Bolun
We are the silver thread cast by God from heaven; Nature catches us and uses us to beautify the mountains and rivers. We are beautiful pearls, falling from the crown of Ashtar's goddess. Our daughter took us in the morning and scattered us all over the world.
I am crying, but the mountains are laughing. I am falling, but the flowers are holding their heads high. Dark clouds and the earth are lovers. I sympathize with them and deliver letters for them. I am committed to diluting one person's strong desire and soothing another person's broken heart.
Lightning heralded my arrival, and the rainbow in the sky announced the end of my journey. Life is like this, starting at the foot of angry thunder and lightning, and then ending in the arms of peaceful death.
I rose from the sea and soared on the wings of the sky. I walked down when I saw the beautiful garden. I kissed the flowers on the lips and hugged the branches.
When all was silent, I knocked on the crystal glass on the window with my slender fingers. This sound made up a song, which made me more
A sentimental mind is intoxicated.
The heat of the atmosphere gave birth to me, but I want to dispel it. Just like women, they always get the power to conquer them from men.
I am the sigh of the ocean, the tears of the sky and the smile of the earth. So is love. They are sighs in the ocean of feelings, tears in the sky, and smiles in the heart.
7. Faith-Watching Sailing Show Zhang Qi
Narrow boards are sharp arrows flying in.
A small spinnaker is a big colorful wing.
The blue sea gave it so much freedom and adventure that it jumped, spun and tilted for a while. When prancing, it seems like joy; When rotating, it looks like dizziness; Do you look timid when you lean against it?
I'm worried about my brother. I have wet sweat on my palms.
When my brother came ashore, he sweated more than my palms. But there is a smile on his face-the kind of smile that Dad had when he returned to China.
I asked, "why didn't the windsurfing fall down in such a sharp sea breeze and current?" Is it obedient? " Brother nodded: "The driver is the backbone of windsurfing, windsurfing is the driver's foot to kick the waves, and windsurfing is driven by the belief of going forward!" " "
"What is faith?"
"Faith is condensed wisdom, strength and courage!"
I seem to understand,
I feel itchy in my palm.
Eight. Egret Guo Moruo
Egret is a poem with seven essences.
The combination of pigments and the size of graphics are suitable.
Cranes are too big and stiff, such as pink ibis or grey ibis, and they are too big and unusual.
However, egrets are so common that people forget its beauty.
Snow-white withered hair, streamlined structure of the whole body, iron beak and blue feet, too long to increase one point, too short to decrease one point, an element suddenly too white, an element too black.
When a hooked fish stands in a clear water field, the whole field becomes a picture embedded in a glass frame. The size of the venue seems to be a dressing box designed by an artificial egret.
On a sunny morning, I often see it standing alone on the top of a small tree. It seems unstable, but in fact it is very leisurely. This is a hobby that other birds can hardly express. People say it's lookout, but is it really lookout?
Occasionally, egrets fly low in the yellow sky, which is a boon to rural life. It is clear, vivid and alive.
Some people may think that there is a fly in the ointment, and egrets can't sing. But isn't the egret itself a beautiful song? No, this song is too loud.
Egret is really a poem, a Gong prose poem with rhyme in its bones.