In the spring sunshine, the town looks unusually quiet. Narrow and uneven roads extend between rows of houses. There is a garden around almost every house, where snowdrops and crocuses are in bud.
One meter of sunshine warmed my eyes and gently picked the most beautiful flowers for you in the nearby flower bed. I don't need to know what kind of flower it is, I only know that I picked that one meter of gentle sunshine for you from the nearby flower bed. I wanted to let you have a rest in early spring, but it became thin and reduced the spring. Shao Huachun is still here, and people are everywhere.
Courtyard, mountains and rivers, flower beds, fountains, fountains, flowing water like waterfalls, colonnade courtyards, mottled fluorescent steps, when thousands of people are endless like rivers, now I wear scarlet momentum as before, and now even the shadows are abandoned. Only the white tower surrounded by the old clouds of mountains and rivers is embedded in the river bank. I cross the river, which is where I want to go.
There is a flower garden in my community, where half of chrysanthemums are planted in different shapes. Some tails are rolled up, some are straight, and some can't tell what shape they are. In the morning, these chrysanthemums are accompanied by fresh air, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Some petals hang down one by one, and some roll inward, just like eagle's claws; Some droop slightly, like golden waterfalls, which are very beautiful. I like the beauty of chrysanthemums, but what I like most is their tenacious spirit.
Early in the morning, when people got up, Xia Feng gently blew away the fragrance of flowers in the flower bed and quietly gave it to us sleepy people. It's really tempting and cool!
Chrysanthemum's character has been integrated with Tao Yuanming's, just as Yu of Ming Dynasty said in Autumn Tour: From the time when Tao was in the chapter, the eternal high wind talked about today. Therefore, chrysanthemum has the elegant name of Tao Ju, which symbolizes Tao Yuanming's lofty sentiments of not bending over for five buckets of rice. Dongli has become synonymous with chrysanthemum garden. In the past, Tao Yuanming planted chrysanthemums in Liu Dong County, which was later named Chrysanthemum. Presbyopic glasses Chrysanthemum Tao Yuanming and Tao Ju have become beautiful images printed in people's hearts.
Needless to say, red apples, green watermelons and golden bananas; Needless to say, there are clear streams, green grass and colorful flowers here, and the small garden alone has an infinitely beautiful scene.
Autumn in October, crisp autumn, is the best time for people to enjoy chrysanthemums! You see, the chrysanthemum garden in the park attracts many tourists to enjoy it: some take pictures with mobile phones or cameras; Some leaned over and bowed their heads in close contact with chrysanthemums; There are also people running around with cameras. Yes, those white chrysanthemums, Huang Juhua chrysanthemums, red chrysanthemums, orange chrysanthemums, green chrysanthemums, purple chrysanthemums and green chrysanthemums are colorful. How can they not make people linger?
I think of everyone who has left a mark in my life, and of course there are many people who can't remember their names and appear in my life. They may be a clear lake with scales and waves in the sun. I didn't know how deep it was, so I fell in, but I couldn't swim. They may be a flower bed full of roses with dewdrops, which makes me attracted and stabbed. But I have no armor. Today, I have no pain and sorrow. I think it may really be destiny takes a hand. They are just passers-by, just good or bad along the way.
It was a long and unforgettable time: in the first spring of this century, on the civilized and beautiful continent of Europa, the fierce gunfire of fascism was savagely destroying the green pastoral land. Ancient castles, towering churches, magnificent theaters and solemn museums are turning into rubble and ashes, fountains and flower beds of sculpture murals are collapsing and burning, old people, children, cats and pigeons are being burnt, and the diffuse smoke and poisonous fog have blackened the blue sky ... Source: tramps whose footsteps sweep the world.
The sky in May is colorful, the breeze and bright moon are always worried about the sky above the motherland, and workers are listening to the sound of seedlings sprouting in tree planting activities; Gardeners listen to the sound of flowers in the flower beds and the beautiful rustling when cleaning the streets before dawn; I saw the heroic flag class soldiers in Tiananmen Square.
A girl planted by a newcomer is like an unrecognizable spring flower that suddenly grows on the flower bed in the ring of Dunhua South Road. It has no name and strange color, but it blooms in the wind of the times. The boys are newly pruned trees on the Middle East Road, and the irregular branches have grown out, gently resisting the scissors. Author: Lin Qingxuan Source: Twilight Bodhi
My head is getting heavier and my body is getting colder and colder. After all, I went and never came back. She closed her eyes and her cold hands hung stiffly. Those purple eyes will no longer shine, and those thin peach lips will no longer open. From then on, she will turn into a wisp of smoke, misty and turned into dust. "Xiaoqing!" Han Zhengxi hugged Han tightly and burst into tears. This sad voice echoed in the lavender garden for a long time.
I seem to have seen myself in the sunshine for many years. I have a pair of children who love to laugh. The beautiful boy called Time Girl Time, and he turned to look at me from time to time while repairing scissors in the flower bed. Then he smiled at me shallowly, as if he were in love. I also lost my original pride. I look calm and gentle, enjoying the sunshine and laughter.
Zhao, a new soldier, moved wild cherry roses from the mountain. The soldiers picked colorful shells and built various flower beds.
As soon as I walked into the campus in the morning, a fragrance came to my face. The flowers and leaves in the flower bed that have just been moistened by the rain at night are so delicious that they seem to exude attractive fragrance.
I saw a big flower bed dozens of feet away from the road, and a village girl in a green blouse was bending over to arrange flowers and plants. Except for a pair of eyes, she looks plain, her skin is yellow, her face is sallow, and she seems to be hungry all the year round. Her hair is yellow and thin, and her shoulders are cut off. She is a poor girl in a poor village. She has been nourished since childhood. She looks sixteen or seventeen, but she looks like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old.
Shangyang Palace leads to a tributary of Luoshui, which passes through the palace and the flower beds are full of delicate and precious flowers. It is said that the color of flower beds will not be broken all the year round, even in September in severe winter, let alone in Xia Zhishi now. There is an artificial sea in the Sixteenth Courtyard of Shangyang Palace, in which there is a fairy mountain more than 0/00 feet above the water surface. The rockery is rugged and breathtaking. At the top of the cloister, a fan wheel rotates to send seawater from the artificial sea to the top of the cloister and inject it into the ridge of the cloister. There is a hole next to the roof, and the water flows down the eaves of the cloister, forming a fine ticking artificial water curtain, which shines under the sunlight. Walking in the cloister, listening to the sound of falling water drops, smelling the refreshing flowers and looking at the scenery of Shangyang Palace outside the cloister through the water curtain is really an elegant place to cool off the summer. Author: black source: dumb house ⅳ
The garden of life doesn't have to be full of roses, but it will be colorful and fragrant everywhere. You know, there is no absolute good or bad in this world. The right person for you is the one you want. If you really want to get married, please hold the arm of someone who really loves you. People who really love you are like this: they cry when they are angry with you, but they will also make you laugh; Fight with you, but in the end I will leave you the good things.
Grass is very common, on the roadside, on the lawn, between flower beds, in the fields, everywhere. Bright green leaves and short bodies are swaying happily in the wind, but no one will care about their existence.
In the garden, pink roses bloom with a smile in the spring breeze, just like a shy girl, elegant and colorful. The green grass comes out of the ground, shaking its little head playfully and sucking the spring rain greedily, which is as expensive as oil. Many bright raindrops are rolling on the green grass. The white butterfly dances, sometimes stopping on a petal, sometimes flapping its wings and flying.
Soldiers picked up colorful shells and built various flower beds.
Debater: The whole country smokes! Defendant: Then there was a person smoking in the whole school. Debater: Is cigarette poisonous? Defendant: So a small amount of cigarettes can be sterilized. Debater: Your cigarette butt almost burned the flower bed under the school gate! Defendant: Impossible. When the relative humidity was above% that day, the burnt-out cigarette ends would go out in a few seconds. This requires. After a few seconds, a cigarette end will fall in the form of a parabola. If it had gone out long ago, the garden would never have burned. Comment on the defendant with the best achievement in science in the world. Author: Gemini Luo source: the first debater
A wide range of fan clouds changed from piled white cotton balls to golden pineapples. Then there appeared a faint rose and a faint purple, like a garden in the distance, snow blue, gray black, brown and light yellow, flickering and blending together. The whole sky and ocean gradually darkened with the color of clouds and suddenly lit up again. The sunset finally fell to the sea from the embrace of clouds, as if spitting out a big duck egg yellow, changing from orange yellow to orange red, then to bright red, from a big circle to a fan circle, and finally being swallowed up by the surging tide.
The old man in charge of the garden shed sweat and walked silently to the horizon.
In winter, the river is silent. Snowflakes swirl underground, lighter than catwalk, but full of poetry. The river no longer sings those songs, but keeps tinkling, and the tinkling wintersweet in the garden is covered with snow and flowers. Everything is quiet, only the north wind keeps blowing, only the snow keeps floating, only the river keeps flowing. How quiet everything is! Ah! River, the eternal scenery of my hometown!
March is the most beautiful season in our school. The warm spring breeze brings intoxicating flowers, gently and secretly weaves green carpets, birds sing the sound of spring, willows dance their waists, and pink peaches bloom all over the campus. Our campus is like a beautiful big garden. There are flower beds with flowers in full bloom, a small football field with green grass, a fountain with pearls and jadeite, and beautifully trimmed trees.
When the spring breeze blows, the smiling flowers hidden in the depths of the flower bed finally quietly open their smiling faces! The ivory stamens are fragrant and fragrant, emitting a faint fruity sweetness. Her leaves are thin and short, and she has no stalwart body, but she is full of vigor and vitality, which silently reveals a refreshing fragrance from her heart. Her body contains the poetry of spring, full of the breath of spring, its blooming and its fragrance. Let us immerse ourselves in the joy of spring.
○ Three courses are elegant, like scorpions, and a python is a long jiaozi. Astronomy is to geography and cricket is to cricket. Dragon gives birth to correction, tiger growls, and learns from the north to the east. Jianping Terrace needs to build soil, while building houses needs to kill hair. Pan Yue did not forget to be happy in autumn. Bian Shao was often ridiculed by daytime sleep and raised Li Qun, and he had seen the country for a long time. Only by nurturing everything can we know the harmony between heaven and earth. Wandering to cricket, cricket to jiaozi, cricket to the magpie nest. Wind is to moonlight, and wheat ears are to mulberry buds. What happened? Ziyun is mocking, and Chudian is facing the commercial suburb. Five tones only listen to the ears, and everything is in the pericardium. Ge was asked to take revenge, and Chu and Cao made a clean break. If the sky is high, it is the way of saints; As light as water, it is really a friend of a gentleman. Cattle to horses, dogs to cats, wine to food. Powder to willow green, bamboo leaves to pine tips, Chenopodium album, firewood, and northern fields to eastern suburbs. White pony is bright, yellow bird speaks and makes friends. There is no guest in the Spring Garden, and there is always a monk knocking at night in Chai Men. Beauty on the wall, dancing on the swing; Childe in front of the building, and debate will be lost. Author: Li Yu Source: Duyun Li Weng
Narrow and uneven roads meander between rows of houses, and almost every family has a small garden in which snowdrops and crocuses are in bud.
The empty campus shines in the sun, and there will always be such warm sunshine in the autumn morning. Here, where the per capita area is already very tight, there is also a basketball court, a football field, a square and a garden outside the school gate. The contrast between the formation of architecture and the eyes of real estate developers. Mount Tai, which has not been trimmed for a long time, is lazily basking in the sun. The half-gray and half-bright blue sky has just stretched, and the big bluestone windowsill is covered with blurred sunshine, which is wantonly vented in my young and quiet time. A sleepy whistle came from the distance, so leisurely.
On the street, neat street trees and flower beds beside the steps give people a pleasing feeling.
Someone once said: You are a star, and I am a star, forming a collective galaxy; You are a grass, I am a grass, paved with collective green; You are a flower, and I am also a flower, inlaid into a collective garden. Yes, the collective power is infinite. It was those little ants that made me feel the power of unity.
Understand? The movie thing coincides with the garden and the power station. I choose the scenes I see in front of me according to my own preferences, combine them calmly in my mind, then search from dreams, books I have read and memories, and spend a lot of time imagining them, thus forming a photo or a scene commemorating the photo in my mind. New scenes are constantly added to this photo. In the end, the person in the photo seems to be laughing and singing. He is alive. Then a magnificent palace will appear in my mind, where all kinds of people gather and do all kinds of things. After the palace is completed, it is interesting to look inside. Just like looking at the lower bound from the clouds. There is everything in it. People all over the world speak different languages. The pillars of the palace are different and varied, and the food around the world is dazzling. Author: Ry? Murakami Source: Infinity is similar to transparent blue.
At the school gate, the winter girl sprinkled a layer of slippery crystal ice, which made the teachers and students slide involuntarily and have fun. Walking into the campus, the teaching building was shivering with cold, and the sewer was frozen with silver bars by the winter girl, which was particularly beautiful and sparkling. The path near the teaching building was also covered with a thin layer of ice by the winter girl, and the small flowers in the flower bed had already returned to the embrace of mother earth to hibernate; The grass is much stronger than the floret, standing upright and being bathed in cold water by the winter girl. Although the grass bends down in the upper part, the lower part is still straight, as if demonstrating to the cold on his back: I won't be afraid, I can persist! Look at the little tree again. Branches are chased by girls in winter, and leaves are dragged together by the cold. Only iron railings, though shivering with cold, are still standing guard for flowers and trees to prevent them from being destroyed. Several snow sweepers and classmates forgot the trap set by Miss Winter and twisted the disco with brooms and shovels.
Walking into the park, the flowers in the roadside garden have different shapes, red like a fire, yellow like a pile of gold and white like a handful of snow. Some flowers are in bud, like a shy little girl; Some are half open and half closed, like a little girl holding her face with a delicate hand; Some people are cocky when they are in full bloom, and they like to smile cheerfully at people.
In front of the flower garden and the pavilion where the band is located, people wander back and forth in groups of two or three or five, sometimes stopping to say hello or buying a handful of flowers from an old beggar who tied a flower tray to the railing.
When I came to Suzhou, my first impression was that the air there was fresher and the streets were cleaner than Shanghai. Towering trees are planted on both sides of the street, and the branches and leaves of these trees are stacked together, making each street a boulevard. On the edge of the street and in front of residents' houses, there are many flower beds and colorful flowers blooming in every corner of the city. I love my elegant hometown.
In spring, as long as you pay attention, you will find many morning glories around us. Small mounds on the roadside, some quietly open, some quietly smile in the garden of the park, and some quietly bloom in people's flowerpots. Its strong roots grow desperately downward as long as there is soil, and its delicate stems keep climbing upward as long as there is support.
It's like a gardener, worthless. He planted a flower, or planted it in someone else's garden on Mars, but you still can't help looking through a telescope, because other than that, you have nothing. Author: Jiangnan Source: Dragon
My small courtyard, facing south, is a very ordinary farmer in the plain of northern Jiangsu. The yard is surrounded by a wall two meters high. Outside the high wall, there are towering poplars and stout phoenix trees. Walking into the gate of the fence, there are five houses with red bricks and blue tiles. There are two rooms on each side, with the Moon Gate aisle in the middle. Through the moon gate. Suddenly, the spacious backyard was immediately displayed. The most striking thing is the small flower bed in the middle of the yard, which my sister and I planted together. It is eight feet square, and there are all kinds of flowers in it. If it is spring, all kinds of flowers are in full bloom, which adds infinite fun to the yard.
The flowers are gone, and so are the people of Sri Lanka. My heart is with Iraq. Where should I go? White snow falling in the sky, endless in the flower bed, but covered in Han Zhengxi's heart. Warm tears fell one by one, hitting Han's cold little face. Her mouth rose slightly, sketching a beautiful arc, but it was always fixed at that moment. It is raining, but the sky is crying. It snowed, but my heart froze.
The road ahead is still bumpy, and you and I will eventually travel-stained, passing through villages, tea gardens, West Lake and flower beds, sunset and clouds, love and time.
The grass was bent by the breeze, as if bowing to welcome the arrival of the spring girl; Willow branches swaying in the wind, as if playing with spring girl; A few swallows stood on the telephone pole twittering, as if singing; The most conspicuous primrose in the garden, growing a small horn seems to bring good news to people. The long-awaited spring has finally arrived!
If life is a book, then time is a pen to write life; If life is a river, then time is a surging wave, driving life; If life is a garden, then time is a flower, dotted with life.
In vegetable gardens and flower beds, groups of butterflies, like colorful pieces of paper scattered from the air, come and go with the wind.
Look, the flowers in that garden are in bud, some have only two or three petals, and some have just sprouted. Walking in the campus after the rain, the cool wind blows on my face. The plastic track on campus looks spotless and clean after being washed in the spring rain! As soon as we students enter the school gate, we can feel the strong breath of spring.
I have a big garden in my heart. Every time the wind called emotion blows, it will bring in some seeds of language. I cultivate them until they become blooming flowers. And no matter how hard I prune and irrigate, these flowers are always lacking petals and pistils, wobbly and grotesque.
I want to write you a love letter. There is no fairy in Yuen Long, and there is no flawless jade. It's not that the banquet is good to break up, but it's hard to meet. Very simple narrative. You say I'm great and thoughtful, but I just want to pretend to be higher so that you can rely on me. I said that you are the most beautiful in the world, and you smiled and said that the world is only in my garden. I only know that the locks in the past were also beautiful, and the keys were exquisite and fashionable. If you lock them up, people will understand that you really only love one person in your life. I will take you to feed horses, chop wood, travel around the world, and give every river and mountain a warm name. I want our roots to stick to the ground, and I want our leaves to blend into the clouds. It's a pity that your sadness will drown in your brow, but you can't see my shoulder and my sadness.
I do this not because my work is beautiful, noble or healthy, but because my hyacinthus orientalis will bloom in the new garden and Saxifraga will grow more luxuriantly. So, if you want to celebrate something, you'd better not celebrate for labor, but for hyacinthus orientalis and Saxifraga, because they are the purpose of your labor; If you give up writing and become a construction worker or blacksmith, your starting point must not be for labor, but for bacon and bread to support your wife and children and keep your family alive. Therefore, you should praise the bread, praise the children's life, and praise everything you buy or exchange with your labor. You can also praise the work you have done, just like road builders, but they will not just praise the labor, but first praise the road they have built-because of it, they can survive. Author: Karel Capec Source: A gardener's year.
Walking into the campus, the first thing you see is the tall, majestic and colorful teaching building. The whole is milky white, the middle is yellow-green, forming a grid shape, and the lower layer is brown. In the morning, a red sun rises from Ran Ran in the east. From that bright window, I saw a group of students reading in the classroom. The pine trees in front of the teaching building are evergreen all year round, tall and straight, just like heroic soldiers standing proudly on campus. The vibrant green of pine trees has dyed the campus, the playground and our hearts. There is a garden next to the pine tree, which is rectangular and covered with strings of red. Every summer, it is as red as fire and exciting.
Between the huge scaly green leaves and the long pedicels, there is a small and lovely lily of the valley, just like a string of exquisite wind chimes, swaying in the wind and emitting an elegant fragrance. Colorful butterflies, as if dressed for dinner, danced colorful wings, whirled among the white lilies in the valley and played among the flowers. Butterflies are flying in the lily of the valley garden and flying straight ahead. Slowly, the delicate and lovely lily of the valley disappeared and was replaced by a large area of colorful hyacinthus orientalis: red, blue, yellow, white, pink and purple. .....
In the breeze, in the sun, the branches of the winter jasmine stick out green branches, spit out green buds, swing their slender posture in the breeze, and dance like a slim girl in beautiful music. It sometimes twists its slender branches and sometimes shakes its green leaves. Look, it is waving to us in the breeze! Before I came to the flower bed, I saw that the winter jasmine in the flower bed was golden yellow, its flower bones were wrapped in light green clothes, and the open pale yellow petals spit out dark yellow stamens. It is not only beautiful, but also exudes a fragrance, which is particularly beautiful against the blue sky and white clouds, making people feel that spring is coming.
If I have a house, if I have a house, I will be forgiven for all kinds of chorus, which will make candlelight tremble and snuff fall, and I will comfort myself with my heart. If I have a house, I will treat every proud and elegant new flower bed warmly in the season, put it in the soft sunshine and sow a thin shadow. If I had a house, I would look at every subtle alarm in the wilderness and write a poem.
There are layers of withered petals in the flower bed. Misty rain confused, flowers dancing for a spring body has stopped, tired smile stuck in the corner of petals.
If the classroom is a gardener, then the school is a garden, which is full of all kinds of flowers in bud, and this red rose that is still in full bloom is too bright. This may be a kind of luck, or it may be more unfortunate. Author: 3000 coloured glaze Source: The hostess and the companion are a couple.
At the end of qingping, the wind is dripping and the eaves are dripping. As a result, everyone who knocked down the old lantern was shocked and frowned several times. Dormant thoughts sway with the broken branches. At the end of summer, the destroyed flying insects are hot and ruthless. At night, fireflies leave and close the paper umbrella to keep out the rain, but they can't resist the streamer. It is still worthy of attachment. Who has pity on my short life? It's like traveling in the world of mortals. ...
Although people who wait for the wind for others do not chase, they only have sun flowers, and the flowers given to you are those given to you by spiritual disciples. Remember to water, loosen the soil, fertilize and weed, and take good care of it. May summer summer blossom, and may lovers be well. Author: Shi Guang in and out: ..
Autumn has arrived, golden oranges are covered with branches, and nothing is found; Red apples are full of laughter, just like a little girl who wins; The chrysanthemums in the garden are brightly colored.
It seems that after thousands of years of hardships, you have crossed the desert and cultivated a nostalgia for meeting. You are the beautiful fleeting time. You are the distant scenery weaving a new Arabic story to meet, and you are so drunk that you want to travel through the endless spring in Qian Shan to find someone to see the wasteland and leave the scenery outside the window in your memory forever. Perhaps, there has never been such a vicissitudes moment, and you feel like a dream. Let me meet the most beautiful flower season. Hope is the flower bed in your memory. I am a flower that will never bloom again. I hope the time is gentle and the years are quiet. I hope to wait for you in the gentle spring to repay you. When you are tired, follow the smoke home. Starting from tomorrow, I want to be a happy person, cut off every good time in the future and go to the distance to shoot light and shadow. When you are free, you can write poems and drink wine, and cut off all your troubles yesterday.
I want to find a garden full of fairy tales and confess my unfinished childhood.
Love is a barren garden. Lovers hide their faces and cry.
○ 2 Winter and spring are summer, autumn is winter, and dusk drums are morning bells. Seeing mountains is for playing with water, and bamboo is for pine trees. Feng Fuhu, Ye Gonglong and butterfly dancers are singing in pairs. There are two purple swallows in the street mud, and there are several wasps in the class. In spring, there are warblers in the garden, and in autumn, there are geese in the cold. Qin Lingyun Cross, 8,000 miles all the way; Wushan is washed by rain, and there are twelve dangerous peaks. Bright and dark, light and thick, wisdom and base. Mirror to clothes, field pestle to village. Flowers are burning, grass is fluffy, and nine summers are three winters. Taiwan Province is famous for playing horses, Xiaolongzhai. Hand-broken crab claws from Bi Zhuo, wearing cranes from princes. The five old peaks are high, and the show is like a jade pen inserted into the sky; Three aunts are big, and the wind and rain are like gold. Benevolence is right, courtesy is right, and Yu Shun is right. Snowflakes are on cloud leaves, and peonies are on hibiscus. Chen Houzhu, Hanzhong school, embroidered tiger versus carved dragon. The wind in Liutang is light and the flower beds are thick. It is appropriate to see butterflies in spring and smell flies in autumn. When a soldier is honored, he will become brave because of fighting; Yimin's ambition depends on poetry and wine to support carelessness. Author: Li Yu Source: Duyun Li Weng
I saw a little fat man scrambling to command the remote control car. The panting car knocked the foam garden upside down, and finally the remote control car hit a brick wall.
A leaf fell and passed by the garden, and the broken nose could not smell a breath. One leaf fell, and the rest stayed quietly in the tree. The sunshine in winter suddenly turned the sky into a sweet bed, which made people want to lie in it. Author: Appearance Source: A fallen leaf
But this is my life, that's all. Like a gardener, he is incompetent. He only planted a flower, and he planted it in someone else's garden on Mars. However, you will still see flowers through the telescope, right? Because you have nothing but it, it is precious to you, even if the distance between you and it is from Mars to Earth. Author: Jiangnan Source: Dragon I Dawn of Fire
It's snowing today. Snowflakes are falling like white cotton balls and ballerinas. Falling on the ground, it magically disappeared and turned into a drop of water like magic; Falling on the grass, dotted with white snow, just like the pattern on Dalmatian; Falling in the car is like putting a white shawl on the car; Falling on the red roof, the roof slowly turns white, just like wearing a white hat; Falling on a dead tree, like a silvery white Christmas tree; Fall in the garden, as if to cover the grass with a white quilt.
When I walked into the garden, I saw roses with red flowers, sunflowers with red, yellow and orange flowers and so on. I can't count them. In the pond, covered with soft blankets and grass, green. I suddenly saw many butterflies. I was very surprised. How can there be so many butterflies at this time? When I looked carefully, it turned out to be Iris. Spring breeze blows the wind, just like many butterflies dancing by the pond. How beautiful!