Amorpha fruticosa flower metaphor sentence

1. In summer, the old pagoda tree is very lush, like an open giant umbrella to cover the hot sunshine and shed a shade. The students enjoy the cool and play games below, which is fun.

Grandpa is gone, but the wooden door is still there. It still smells faint in the sun, like grandpa's, with a hint of grandpa's breath on it, so I have more dependence on wooden doors.

3. A golden plant, but it doesn't seem to be a rape flower. From a distance, it exudes golden light, and a gust of wind blows like waves, which is really beautiful.

Seeing the familiar old wooden door, I couldn't help reaching out and knocking gently.

On the north side of the street, Sophora japonica hangs upside down next to a horse and falls ill. When I come home late, I will write a new poem on autumn night. Who is it addressed to?

6. In April and May, Sophora japonica bloomed, and the whole Sophora japonica forest became an ocean of flowers. Looking closely, ivory Sophora japonica hangs on the branches, like a string of small and exquisite wind chimes, swaying gently under the breeze. Some smile, like a white butterfly spreading its wings; Some are buds, like small lanterns; Some are only half open, like shy girls nodding in the breeze. Sophora japonica looks elegant, but its smell is fragrant and charming. At that time, the air of the whole forest was filled with the fragrance of My Sweetie. Pick the Sophora japonica wrapped in a bell-shaped receptacle and put it in your mouth. Your mouth is immediately filled with the fragrance of Sophora japonica, which is refreshing.

7. Spring brings bright sunshine and warm spring breeze, which makes spring return, everything revive, trees sprout, flowers grow and bloom, frogs hibernate swallows and birds ... and enjoy the happiness that spring brings to them. Spring brings warmth to human beings, making people who have rested for a winter go out of their homes and start to get busy, waiting for a bumper harvest in autumn.

8. On the seventh day of June, the cicadas at the head of the river, among the heather leaves, sounded two or three times, prompting the temples to fade again. The west wind in my hometown didn't rise. Qiu Si lived in autumn and recalled the past, and listened to the infinite clouds and trees around the city under the pagoda flowers in Dongye Palace.

9. I only remember the wooden door, which is very strong, emitting a faint taste in the sun and leaning against it is very warm.

10. Autumn leaves are falling. Leaves are floating down from the tree, and yellow leaves are flying all over the sky like butterflies. The students who sweep the leaves are really angry. They cleaned up one after another. The old locust tree is really naughty!