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Spring" Zhu Ziqing.

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are near.

Everything was as if he had just woken up, and he opened his eyes happily. The mountains were moistened, the waters rose, and the sun's face flushed.

The grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, behold, there are a lot of them. Sitting, lying down, two rolls, a few kickballs, a few runs, a few hide-and-seek. The wind was soft, and the grass was soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you don't let me, I don't let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like the glow, and the white ones are like snow. The flowers smelled sweet, and when I closed my eyes, the trees seemed to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears.

Hundreds of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes flew around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named, nameless, scattered among the flowers, like eyes, like stars, and blinking.

Perception: In the work, Zhu Ziqing shows a thriving, colorful, and all-round spring. On the ground are large patches of tender green grass, on the field are peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees in full bloom, and in the flowers in full swing, flocks of bees and butterflies are flying; In the clear, warm sky, the soft willow breeze blows, filled with the beautiful music of all kinds of birds, and the loud flute of the shepherd boy ......Here, the author writes about nature alive, full, and thoroughly, and poetizes nature.

In the opening paragraph of "The Siege of the City", the night seems to be soaked in oil and becomes translucent, it embraces the sun, and it can't be separated, maybe it is intoxicated by the sun, so the night after the sunset and sunset fade are also reddish This sentence is mixed with anthropomorphism, the whole is smooth and natural without any pretentiousness, this is also the first metaphor I said, it is very common in the book, and it is described as five people on the way to Sanlu This rain is getting older and older, the water drops are strung into silk, and the river surface is like a pox, and countless numb-like water vortices, which are born and extinguished. To the rain line is denser, and it seems that the smooth water surface is used in the rain by the long hair, which can be said to be the only Mr. Qian, and it is good to use! Yu Simi said that the water surface is long hair, which is a novelty in the image, but it is just right!

Well written, is copying! But if you copy more, there will be more strange creations!

In the middle of the night, it was gloomy and sad.

The night is divided into half a moon, and it hurts the soul. In the middle of the night after three years, the bright moon illuminates the world, and you can see a prosperous scene alone! Tears accompany the moon, the night follows the wind, pouring down!

In the middle of the night, the wind and rain cover it, and the bridge crosses the depths of the water, Jun; Living in the shadows, blurring the shadows, weird the scenery, driving away the sadness, attacking at night, drunk to see the glimmer of the lonely moon, sighing with both hands in the southwest, thinking lightly, one life away from sorrow, three generations of eyebrows. Looking forward to her return, standing alone in the middle of the night, looking at the southwest, there is a wisp of concern, holding hope and infatuation: purple clothes and green shirts, hugging each other and tears raining, obsessively looking at the red face, never to return!

The night is cool and windy, sad, breaking the cocoon into a butterfly, spreading its wings around its side, burying three years of thoughts, sorrow between the eyebrows, lonely willows, the singing of the nightingale, skimming the water of Weilan Lake, describing the sorrow, the year of parting, the flower before the moon, the number of volleys into thoughts, falling a leaf of reincarnation. The nightingale licked the wounds gloomily, and fell in love alone. A simple song, describing a lifetime of sorrow, condensing a thousand words, it is difficult to say goodbye.

The moon is in the sky, and the royal step is halfway through the night, and the eyebrows cover the moon sorrow.

Four minutes in the night, quiet and drunk butterfly pool, fold the ink spread, close to the end of the world, but can not find her, the night is colder, the thoughts are gone, weathered, empty looking back, lonely prosperity, memory haunting, lingering. The reflection of the courtyard of the hidden road is in the flowing water, enjoying a round of bright moon, sighing through the ages, a place of lovesickness and two sorrows, falling flowers drifting into the butterfly pond, cutting and missing, countless sorrows, pouring down! The night of parting is quiet and cold, greeting alone, waiting for the taste to be sour and bitter, and there is no complaint.

First acquaintance, that year, drizzle season, stepping on a place of spring mud, three miles outside the township, you, sitting alone in the flower pavilion, index finger around the red line, coated with rouge aroma, eyebrows and wisps of sadness, in the hand, the mandarin duck picture is broken, dripping tears, to the face and fall, you, sad in the heart, record the book of poetry, obsessive thoughts, cover a line of silence, hide a poignant, open the book in the coming year, and add sadness!

The winter wind resists the frost, and the night is only the purple flower stream. That is, the song fell short, and the spring rain hit the green shirt. Fantasy, for you to pull the bun, purple hair, letter fingers, it, the remaining fragrance, add thought to the sleeves.

Remember, drunk under the moon before the flower, not as good as your shallow eyes, green rain and fine tears, a stroke, go to winter, a painting, return to spring!

At half a minute and five o'clock in the night, the moonset warbler has gone away, Xiao Xiao is sad and sad, who is in the middle of the night? Gloomy soul, thoughts flying, a hundred turns and a thousand times, who is in the middle of the night? Standing alone, counting the reverie of several lifetimes, what is the lack of infatuation in the world, and the rest is guarded in the middle of the night! Let's stop time, in the middle of the night, I am sad!

Everyone knows that chrysanthemum is a plant with very strong vitality, every autumn comes, when the dew becomes frost, the leaves fall off, the flowers wither, only the chrysanthemum stands in the wind, the frost blooms, colorful, and various. Look, the flowers are red like fire, white like snow, pink like the glow, big like colorful balls, and small like delicate lanterns. Chrysanthemums bloom alone in the season when the flowers are withering, adding interest to nature and cheering up people in autumn.

Chrysanthemums originated in our country and later spread abroad and became one of the world's famous flowers. Chrysanthemums are generally propagated by cuttings. There are many varieties of chrysanthemums, according to the flowering time, they can be roughly divided into early chrysanthemum, autumn chrysanthemum, and evening chrysanthemum; According to the size of the flower radius, it can be divided into large chrysanthemum, medium chrysanthemum and starry chrysanthemum; According to the flower type, it can be divided into single-petal type, double-petal type, oblate spherical type, and positive type, ......

Our common chrysanthemums include "hydrangea chrysanthemum", "thread chrysanthemum", "golden-backed red", "golden-backed crab claw", "thousand-headed chrysanthemum", and "lazy dressing", etc., these chrysanthemums are colorful and colorful.

I love white hydrangeas. Its stems are straight and straight, the leaves are fat, and the stems and leaves are turquoise. The most striking thing is the flower, the white petals are densely layered, layer by layer, looking at it from a distance, like a big snowball, smelling it and there is a fragrance.

There is also the August chrysanthemum, which has oval leaves and many small teeth on the edges, like a carpentry saw. The leaves are large and small, uneven. Some of the leaves are still hanging down.

I like beautiful chrysanthemums, and I like the character of chrysanthemums even more!