It is required to describe spring breeze, spring rain, spring flowers and spring grass in five sentences.

The grass is so green that it seems to have given all the green accumulated in a year.

The grass is quite green, swaying with the wind, so soft and dazzling.

Spring grass is covered with leaves, and you can see it from a distance.

We walked on the green grass, as if we had walked into the green ocean.

Grass adds vitality and new luster to spring.

The grass woke up from a deep sleep, and they broke out of the ground and spread their green leaves.

Flowers in spring

Pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear blossoms and delicate begonia flowers are in full bloom.

The sky is full of small white flowers dotted with pale green branches and leaves.

Dianthus sticks its head out from the chaotic weeds. Their pink smiling faces are really beautiful!

Morning glory raised its big purple trumpet, as if playing a nice morning song.

In the field, a flaming Chinese milk vetch is like a blazing flame.

The blooming lotus stands on the green stem, looking at the distance like a slim girl.

Thousands of smiling flowers seem to whisper in a crisp voice: spring is coming! Spring is coming!

Clusters of bright flowers gathered under the leaves, like countless butterflies, spread their wings slightly and stopped in the air, motionless.

The breeze blew, and a shower of flowers fell, just like Shan Ye covered with a colorful brocade quilt.

Looking at a large area of colorful cherry blossoms, I really doubt that the Nine-Day Fairy scattered shredded colored satin on the ground.

Winter jasmine, its color is not as beautiful as roses, its aroma is not as rich as peony, but it is not afraid of the cold and takes the lead in reporting the coming of spring to people with its life.

The blooming epiphyllum is bright and full, dazzling, so elegant and charming; Trembling, dizzy, fragrant, like a white fairy.

Look at the two sky-blue petals of this little flower. Two thin stamens stand high, and the yellowish head quivers slightly, much like a dancing butterfly.

In the flowerpot, there is a lush tulip. The blooming flowers are black, and the slightly scattered petals are like black velvet, emitting bursts of fragrance and refreshing.

Primula is the messenger of spring, also called primrose. It is neither as red as a rose nor as yellow as a marigold. Its small and exquisite appearance makes people love it.

The slender green wicker-like leaves of Jasminum nudiflorum hung from the stone platform, and the light green leaves as big as nails were scattered on both sides of the green leaves like firecrackers. There are many unopened buds between the two leaves. Before long, the bud split and yellow petals were exposed from it. Some flowers can't wait to sprout. The five yellow petals are so delicate that they seem to break when touched. Petals surround two or three white stamens, and the tips of the stamens are stained with a lot of pollen. As soon as the pollen falls, it seems that it snows in droves. "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic, ..." In the breeze, the green belt is connected with leaves and flowers, as if dancing for this beautiful spring.

Its yellow flowers are so beautiful. You see, this flower is not big, only four or five petals. The branches of this flower are long and tired, and the branches are drooping. Beautiful petals stretch on the hanging branches, so much that they almost cover the branches. Buds on the branches are in bud. What a beautiful combination of green branches and yellow flowers! Winter jasmine is not as gorgeous as Chinese rose, as attractive as jasmine and as colorful as chrysanthemum. But it is not afraid of the cold and cold wind, and it is the first to report the coming of spring to people, adding golden luster to everyone. ...

After a spring rain, the beautiful winter jasmine blooms more beautifully. From a distance, flowers are like small speakers. Look carefully, each flower consists of six petals with a thin stamen in the middle. Its color is bright yellow. A gust of wind blew and there was a faint fragrance.

spring breeze

The Style of Singing Spring in Ancient Poetry

Winter goes and spring comes, and the spring breeze blows gently, bringing people spring and warm life. Therefore, since ancient times, poets have a soft spot for the spring breeze, chanting with their wonderful flowers. In the writings of ancient poets in China, the spring breeze is full of spring and color.

The spring breeze is very warm. "The clothes are wet with apricot flowers and rain, and the wind blows willow leaves" ("Jueju"), a poem by a monk in Zhinan, Southern Song Dynasty, bluntly states that the spring breeze is warm and there is no chill from the perspective of human feelings. "It's a beautiful day in the shutter pavilion and a leisurely wind in the mountains" (Nanxi Early Spring). These two poems by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, also describe the warmth of the slow spring breeze.

Spring breeze is soft. Wang Jian of the Southern Dynasties wrote Poems of Spring (one of the two). What's the guarantee? What happened to the glue? D milling? Hey? Tear the nest and the second team is arrogant? What about Deng? Hey? What's the matter with you? Promise? Do you want to shoot a bat after swimming? Magnetic? Is it common for servants to jump around in Bangladesh? Monkey? What are you doing? Ask for advice? Flattery slows down? Can you recognize the halogen residue? Give it? Pumesnakai? 5798 Ford? Steal all the holes? Hui Huanghui's? Cangxian county? Paralysis? Why don't you twist the bottle? Book disciple? Hey, Nana? Onions blow dreams ┟ hairpins ┬ぁbr & gt；;

Spring breeze is very busy. Fang Yue, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, has a poem "Spring Thoughts": "The spring breeze can be busy and is a layman; Take the face as the honey of the mud bee, and it will be fine when it is blown lightly. " This poem is about the spring breeze accompanied by flowers and willows all the way, creating conditions for swallows to make mud and bees to make honey, and the drizzling spring rain will soon clear up. From this vivid dynamic description, we can see that the spring breeze is busy.

Spring breeze is universal. "The spring breeze knows the bitterness, so don't leave the willow branches green" (Le Le Ting), which is a poem by Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty. Writing "Spring Breeze" seems to know the bitterness of human separation, deliberately not blowing wicker to make it green. How common the spring breeze is in Li Bai's pen! "Blowing homesickness all night, and rushing to Los Angeles all night" ("Spring Scenes") is a poem by Wu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. He wrote that Chunfeng is good at understanding the homesickness of wanderers and blowing homesickness for them. Here, the spring breeze becomes a affectionate person. "The east wind knows that I want to walk in the mountains and blow down the sound of rain accumulated between the eaves" (one of the two new city roads). These two poems written by Su Shi, a great poet in the Song Dynasty, seem to know that a passer-by "I" is going to enter the mountains, deliberately blowing away accumulated rain, and turning ruthlessness into sentience. Another famous poet in the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi, famously said, "Spring Festival Evening at Mid-Levels is about clearing the shadows" (Spring Festival Evening at Mid-Levels). He wrote Spring Breeze with the words "take" and "admire", which made it emotional and universal, similar to Shi Li's poems, Wu Shi's poems and Wang Shi's poems.

Spring breeze is magical. In the poet's pen, the spring breeze is like a strange pair of scissors, which can cut out willow leaves, apricots and peaches, as well as many green leaves and safflower. "I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors" (Tang Meng Haoran's Singing Willow); "The spring breeze is as clever as scissors, first cut the willows and then cut the peaches" (Song Mei Yao Chen's "Dongcheng Delivered to Ma Tea Garden"); "Dongfeng will try a new knife ruler and cut Chiba with one hand" (Song Huangshu's Tanchun). Spring breeze is a symbol of irresistible vitality and a messenger who brings new life to all things in nature. Bai Juyi, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a famous sentence "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze blows high" ("Farewell to the ancient grass"), in which he wrote that "the vast sea of grass on the grassland" was burned by wild fires, and the spring breeze blew long, which not only reflected the tenacious vitality of weeds, but also showed the magical power of spring breeze. Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote in his poem "Spring Breeze Begins Early and Greedy, Green is Deeper" (Lianzhou Yin) that the spring breeze blows the green of the earth longer and more prosperous; Wang Anshi, a famous poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote a well-known poem "Spring Breeze is Green" ("Boating in Guazhou"), which describes the place where the spring breeze goes, and it is full of grass and vitality, which is a vivid portrayal of magical power.

The spring breeze is blowing, and the jasmine in spring swings its soft branches, like dancing happily in the air.

spring rain

When I woke up in the morning, the spring rain kept coming out of the window, and my mind was pounding with cadence.

A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning. My thoughts began with the morning bell and the evening drum, Yu Chunyu, and.

Walk in the rain without hesitation ......

Spring rain comes from the sky, soil comes from the ground, and I come from the call of spring rain music. Spring rain is meticulous.

The land was watered. Then, the willows are green, the peach blossoms are open, the birds are singing, and everything wakes up under the spring breeze.

Come, grow up under the nourishment of spring rain. As the ancient poem said, the rain in the sky moistens like crisp, but the grass color is far and near.

The most important thing is the benefits of a spring, which is definitely better than a willow.

After several drizzly spring rains, the mountains are green and the gurgling streams at the foot of the mountains are becoming more and more beautiful.

The continuous spring rain dyed the earth green, and the soft spring breeze warmed the river.

Look, it is raining again. Rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, and you can't hear the sound of falling, and you can't feel the dripping of fish. I just feel that this is like a kind of moist smoke, which gently moistens the earth and people's hearts. Under the nourishment of spring rain, wheat seedlings grow greener and vegetables and flowers bloom more golden. In a crisscross ditch, the spring water trickles. Young trees and willows spread their branches and leaves in the spring rain, greedily sucking the sweet rain.

Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, it's like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, woven densely. There is a thin layer of smoke on the roof.