Beautiful sentences praising Xinjiang cotton

Beautiful sentences praising Xinjiang cotton are as follows:

1. There are many kinds of cotton planted in the field. Each cotton plant has lush foliage, and each cotton plant is supported by the trunk. There are countless twigs on the trunk, and many leaves like duck feet grow on the twigs. There is a lot of cotton between the branches and leaves, some are in full bloom, showing white cotton, some are in bud, and some are just flowers and bones.

Some people may say that cotton is not a flower, it is not a flower, but it is more beautiful than a flower. It doesn't care about appearance beauty, it is simple beauty and lasting beauty.

3. The cotton stalks are thick, and the cotton peaches are as big as steamed buns. When the cotton peach "opens its mouth", cotton like snow spreads like white snow, decorating this place into a silver world.

Although cotton is not as elegant as daffodils, it is pure. Although cotton is not as elegant as Haitang, it is selfless. Although cotton is not as elegant as peony, it is strong; Although cotton is not as colorful as roses, it is United.

Cotton branches are covered with peach-like cotton peaches, and there are more than a dozen on a tree, so that cotton branches bend down and swing up and down heavily when the breeze blows. It seems to nod to people.

That kind of cotton looks like a star from a distance. It looks like a white rose at close range. Look! In the green cotton field, all the mature cotton has shed its shell and turned white, just like a cloud doll resting on a cotton branch in the sky. Cotton without broken shells is like an olive hanging high on a cotton branch.

7. Autumn. The cotton fields are dark purple. Mian Taoer opened her mouth uniformly, spitting out soft white cotton wool, swaying with the wind, like people standing there nodding to welcome the harvest.

8. Peel off the shell hard, take out the soft cotton and touch it with your hands. Gee, why are there hard little things in it? There are several in each petal, some have six, some have eight and some have nine.

9. From a distance, I saw large tracts of cotton as if they were all wearing snow-white cotton jackets. They were all competing to open, and cotton broke out in the warm and cold spring. In hot summer, cotton is in full bloom; In autumn and autumn, cotton spits out white cotton wool.