Urgent! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Sentences describing willow buds

Oh, wicker by the river, you can dance and sing in this breeze. Spring will wake you up, blow you green and dress you up. I also hope that you will bring us a vibrant spring and a sweet dream.

A willow bud is a dream, a willow bud is a new hope, a willow bud is a graceful and graceful, a kind of warmth, although the river beside you is not "clear and blue"

Under the graceful willow tree, I set up a swing, put on a wreath of willow branches and swung on the swing. The cool breeze slowly blew through my hair, just like your refreshing eyes swept over my cheek, taking away a reddish shame on my cheek and leaving some beautiful thoughts in my heart. I rocked on the swing, and my heart was shaken back to the gentleness of a girl.

Willow branches twine around me like vines, and your thick hair slips through my fingers. The willow branches sway with the swing, and I fly with the willow branches. Do I look like a swallow in a flower coat? Surfing up and down among the willows and singing softly. Your magnetic voice came from a distance, and I immediately heard my heart twittering and whispering. Oh, you're almost there! How I want to fly to your shoulder, peck Liu Yeer off your shoulder, and then stop in your palm and be gently touched by your broad palm. The lines in your palm clearly flow with refreshing love, soaking my wings. ...

In summer, the dense and weak branches of willow trees have been sprinkled on the ground. The wind is blowing, dancing in the wind like a girl's fluttering hair, tightly covering the narrow Yong road. You take a pair of scissors and cut a large piece evenly. Willow's long hair, like a waterfall, turns into ear-length short hair, which looks thick and short, as if there is a sense of depression piled up at the incision. Once, when we were walking on Yong Road and passing by a willow tree, I stopped to stroke its "short hair" and said to you later, "Your scissors are not as good as the spring breeze in February. You cut off the spirit of the willow branches!" You said apologetically, "This hairstyle really doesn't look good!" I bowed my head and was speechless. What I keep cutting is the annoying love thread in my heart, just like this wicker is getting thicker and denser. At this time, the green in your eyes infected me. "Before long, the sunshine, rain and breeze will comb it more exquisitely and elegantly than before!" I know who the willow in your heart is! In that crazy season of love, my heart was confused.

I don't know when this willow tree began to bear dead branches. With the alternation of seasons, there are more and more dead branches. Last year, when the spring was in full swing, half of this once graceful willow tree was thick and dry, and the other half hung a few branches sparsely, swaying sadly in the wind. The haggard face makes people feel sad. Do trees understand? It's only a matter of time before we are doomed to be separated from it. Does it expect that one day we will leave, and it doesn't want us to leave? To our surprise, I left it last summer and you stayed alone with it. When I left, I planned to fold the willow branches and give them to each other. I saw some sparse willow branches, but I couldn't bear to break them. I've been defeated, so why practice? Every bunch of branches, every young leaf, is hidden in the endless affection, hidden in the parting attachment, leaving more branches to accompany you!

"If you want to wet apricot flowers and rain, you don't feel the dark flowers." In spring, whenever I walk into the apricot blossom rain in parks, lakes and rivers, I always feel that I have walked into the ink painting of nature, watching the dancing of willows and listening to the chirping of orioles.

Willow is the messenger of spring, and I spent a wonderful childhood with her. I remember when I was a child, I lived in a water town surrounded by willows. Every year, when winter goes and spring comes, willows bloom before everything germinates. They use elegant branches to jump in the spring breeze, bringing warm breath to the world. On the way to school, my companions like to fold wicker and weave wicker hats to wear on their heads; Playing willow flute is better than anyone else; Recite the poem "Yong Liu": "Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk hang down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. "

Willow is the most vivid symbol of spring, staring at spring with clear eyes. Since ancient times, people in China have loved willows and used them to express their feelings. In China's ancient poems, "Liu" is a common image of beautiful feelings, and there are countless famous sentences containing this image, such as the famous sentence in the Book of Songs: "I have been there, Liu Yiyi." Today I think of it, it's raining. "Like a landscape painting, it expresses the feelings of a traveler who is far away from home to the fullest. Du Fu's quatrain: "Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky", and the poet conveys extremely cheerful feelings to people through the description of vibrant scenery. Li Bai's poem: "Who can't stand the homesickness? "The poet expressed his deep yearning for his hometown with Wen Liu.