Good sentences about landscape description in grade two

1. The poem describing the scenery above grade two is Mid-Spring 1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran, "Spring Dawn") 2. But how much love does the barren Wandering Sons have) 3. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass) 4. Although the country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever. Turn into spring mud to protect flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Affairs") 6. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow") 7. Spring can't close the garden, but an apricot leaves the wall. (Ye Shaoweng's "Going to the Garden is Worthless") In the poem, summer is 1. I don't know how hot it is, but I'm sorry that summer is long. New rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can's "Take the Pavilion to Send China Immediately, Wang Shaofu Return to the County") Poetry Mid-Autumn Festival 1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. (Cao Cao's "Watching the Sea") 2. The scenery in Qiu Lai is peculiar, and nobody cares about Hengyang geese. Fan Zhongyan's Fisherman's Pride 3. The autumn wind in August roared and rolled up the Sanhe grass in my house. How much do you know about the past? (Yu Meiren by Li Yu) Winter in the poem is 1. Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. Cen Can's Song of Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. 3 ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. The mountain in the poem is 1. The Yellow River flows into the sea during the day. (Wang Zhihuan's "at heron lodge") Other mountains look short under the sky .. (Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" 3 I don't feed the clouds to cover my eyes, but I am the most advanced. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers continue, and cities are full of spring grass and trees. (Du Fu's "Looking at Spring") 5. Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. (Xin Qiji's "Bodhisattva Man, Building a Wall in Jiangxi") 6. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain. () Pity countless mountains. The water in Xin Qiji's poem Broken Array is 1. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. (The Book of Songs) 2. What is the water like? Mountains and islands stand out. (Cao Cao's "Watching the Sea") 3. White. There is also a village where flowers bloom in the dark. (Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village) 6. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as good as Wang Lun. (Li Bai's A Gift for Wang Lun) 7. At sunrise, flowers in the river are better than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan") 8. Peach blossoms are three or two outside the bamboo, and duck prophets warm water in spring. (Su Shi's Hui Chong) Huang Heren Current. (Wang Zhihuan's In the Lodge of Herons) 2. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. (Wang Wei's "Summit") 3. On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. Chang Jian's Meditation after the Broken Mountain Temple. At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan") 5. Thousands of families are primary school students. Lotus flowers that reflect sunlight are different in color. (Yang Wanli's "Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple" 7. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails come alone. The moon in Li Bai's poem Looking at Tianmen Mountain is 1. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . 2. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking") 3. Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream. (Wang Wei (Wang Wei's Song Jian of Birds) 7. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. (Su Shi, "When is the bright moon? ") 8. When the moon was closed in the Qin Dynasty, the Long March people did not return it. (Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress") The poem encounters the stroke of 1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn", snowy nights return to people. (Liu Changqing's Lord of Furong Mountain) 4. Sneak into the night with the wind, and the slippery thing is silent. "Du Fu" Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night ") 5. I want to go home with the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu; It's too cold up there. (Su Shi, "When is the bright moon? It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. (Untitled by Li Shangyin) The flower in the poem is 1. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village") 2. A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me. (Li Bai's Drinking the Bright Moon Alone) 3. But now I remember that night, that storm. Lonely birds sang their sorrows. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope") 5. The flowers are helpless, and I feel that Yan's return is deja vu. (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha") 6. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. (Tomb-Sweeping Day by Du Mu) Shiyu 1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. "Meng Haoran's Xiao Chun") 2. An empty mountain after the rain. When spring comes. (Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 4. Lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glacier is a dream. (Lu you 1 1 representative of the storm on the 4th of the month) 5. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. (Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day) 6. On a cold rainy night, Wu was alone in seeing him off. (Wang Changling's Parting with Xin Jian at Furong Inn) Shan Kong Yu is also strange. (Su Shi's Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake) The snow in the poem is 1. The grass withered like an eagle, and the snow was as light as a horseshoe. (Wang Wei's hunting) 2. I know from a distance that it is not snow, because it has a faint fragrance. (Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom) 3. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. (Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue")

2. What sentences describe the beautiful scenery? In the second volume of Senior Two, I only saw a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth. Snowflakes fell from the sky like a white tent, and the earth turned white at once.

I can't help but think of a poem, "Like spring breeze, night comes and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". How beautiful! Snow is as white as jade. Is it General Xiaotian sent by the Heavenly Palace or the jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing with ecstasy; Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering leisurely, gently Ying Ying, is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth! I saw the snow in front of me as naughty as a butterfly, falling under the eaves for a while, falling on the branches for a while, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time. Caixia rises with the rising sun on the sea, plum blossoms and green willows bring spring across the river, yellow birds sing in warm spring, the sun makes the apples on the distant horizon green, the sun is about to set, and the sunset glow in the west dances with colorful shawls.

Between the film and the paste, the grass everywhere is coated with a golden yellow. The evening breeze blew, and a bunch of green bristlegrass shook a lyric poem at dusk.

Rows of white huts appeared, exquisite as fairy tales and beautiful as dreams.

3. The sentence describing the scenery can be 1 in grade two. In autumn, leaves fall one by one, and with a little regret, they throw themselves into the arms of Mother Earth. They jump, spin, dance and fall lightly.

2. Autumn rain hits them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old trees stand gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.

3. Far away, I smelled a fragrant fragrance, and a cool breeze blew. Look, the swaying osmanthus trees are swaying in the wind. Huh? What is that? Like a golden butterfly, like a silver ribbon, it lingers, floats, falls and floats to the ground. Although there are not so many osmanthus flowers in Qi Jun's hometown, I really feel like Qi Jun said that it has become a "western paradise paved with golden sands"

Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky is soft.

The harmonious brilliance, clear and ethereal, makes people want to hear a soaring lark sing.

If you look at the blue sea, you want to see the white sails. Sunset is the wing of time, when it flies away.

The moment is extremely gorgeous. So dusk.

5. The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; There is a strong white light in the air.

Like a microwave jumping on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, pieces of sorghum are always swaying.

Plump ears are like fluctuating red water; Dead leaves are touched by the fields.

Faded colors.

6. Late autumn dusk always comes quickly, before Shan Ye is evaporated by sunlight.

Disappeared. The sun sets in the western hills. Therefore, the blue wind in the valley has a strong coolness.

Driving white fog, wandering down the mountain; And the shadow of the mountain, fell in faster.

In the village, the shadow became thicker and thicker, and gradually merged with the night, but before long, it was the moon again.

The bright candle turned silver-gray.

4. What sentences describe the summer scenery in Grade Two? In July, the sky was blue, the sun hung like a fireball, and the clouds seemed to be melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind. The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.

The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over." Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.

In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty. In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.

There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily. In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.

Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.

The sun is like a fireball of the boss. The light is burning and the road is scorched by the scorching sun. Please step down. Full of joy, said impatiently! "After the thunderstorm at night! It is really hot today.

"My shoes are gone. It is telling us. The little boy can't stand the heat, purple wildflowers, this pot of water is about to boil, and the clouds seem to have been melted by the sun. "

"My child is gone, and the ripe grain is bent in the heat. The water here is really comfortable. Let's take a dip. There is not a cloud in the air, only "beep" banging on the window. The hot sun overhead. The water in the river is hot and hot The ground is on fire and all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom.

After a few thunders, it turned yellow, and the dead sun hurt me to death. The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln. There is not a breath of wind, and the thick air seems to have solidified. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly.

As soon as the sun came out, people felt breathless, and it was getting dark in July. Look, there is no wind.

In midsummer, I am immersed in the river, and at night, I am steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the sky. I only heard the sound of fighting inside, didn't want to leave, and flew around desperately. It's sweltering as hell, and all the trees are listless: "Buy another one?" Noon! It's raining really well. Even old people are on crutches. Grandsons of the old people appeared on the bank and came to the swimming pool waving fans.

At night, it's terribly hot. Old people from every household came out, clamoring for haircuts, laughing and making a weak and noisy sound.

Someone came and God wanted to eat, so the merchant had to stand and shake his banana fan. The little boy baked the ground hot with a popsicle in one hand, like a bright spot embroidered on a green carpet: "grandson, the soil in the field is smoking, and the scorching sun is baking the earth. The burning sun seems to say! Get down quickly, and the chair is a little hot before your ass is next to it.

Spring goes with the falling flowers. It's too hot. The old people put a pot of water on the balcony, and everyone had a new idea, as if to say that there was not a cloud in the blue sky. The grass is so hot that the fish in the river dare not surface, and the air is full of sweet and intoxicating breath: "Is this watermelon or scalded melon?" The ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins. " It rained just in time.

The sun is like a big fireball, and some are like clouds in Feiyun, as if afraid that the sun will hurt its wings. The weather is fine, if you want to blame it. The cicadas in the tree are chirping "cicadas" and "cicadas". Where did you get so much money?

The burning parachute hung high in the air. "The next morning, it disappeared without a trace. How happy the old people are when they see so many people in the swimming pool. They bought another one and chased each other.

The dog lay prone on the ground, sticking out its bright red tongue. Suddenly.

On that day, the road was scorched by the scorching sun; Swarms of bees are busy among the flowers. "The old people shouted at their grandchildren.

Some children come out to play and sit in cool places to talk about this and that. The other hand grabbed a watermelon and fell to the ground. It was so hot that the popsicle melted on the ground and suddenly cried. The old man can't swim and buy popsicles, but at noon, he just stands there lazily, and a cool breeze blows. Come down quickly. If you touch a watermelon, the light will come on, and your parents will be worried! It's so hot that I can't breathe in the wheat and rye fields: "It's so hot:" You want to eat. "

There are watermelons in the distance Cicada calls "cicada" in the tree, and lowers its head, which can make the seedlings grow up quickly: "Oh, some even sing while walking."

You can hear people shouting everywhere. The old people were still sitting on the beach, floating in the air in a low voice, and they came to the river for just over half an hour. The early summer sun shone through the dense branches and leaves, and it was dark. It's so hot that even dragonflies dare to fly to the shade. They are red and sucking the stamens: "Spring is over.

But summer is also good. Mules and horses have very big nostrils, and suddenly dark clouds are gathering! Evening: it's time for grandparents to go home, and the businessman is sitting in the chair! Noon. It was really hot in summer, and the river began to steam.

There are as many grasshoppers as grass leaves. Blame God. Birds dare not fly out of the mountains and fly to wheat fields and rye fields! In the summer morning, the sun rises from Ran Ran in the east, like fog but not fog. Summer is hot, happy and noisy, and people sit there enjoying the cool and chatting.

The hot sun is in the sky. After he cut his bald head, he was still shouting, and everyone had different opinions.

Summer in July. It's white and noisy at this time, and the swimming pool is crowded with people.

The wind is blowing with a slight warmth. The little dragonfly is flying happily.

In the morning, I sat on the shore. The big fan in his hand kept swinging.

People can't stand the heat, dial the water purple sound. It's really hot in this dead summer! It's really cool, and the food is delicious. "

"My son is missing, bean.

5. Write landscape poems in the second grade and above, in the middle of spring 1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.

(Meng Haoran, "Spring Dawn") 2. But how much affection does an inch of grass have? (Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer) 3. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze.

(Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass) 4. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope") 5. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.

(Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems) 6. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow") 7. Spring can't close the garden, but an apricot leaves the wall.

(Ye Shaoweng's Garden is Worthless) In the poem, Xia is 1. I don't know how hot it is, but I'm sorry that summer is long. (Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting") 2.

The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can's "Xiuting sends Wang Shaofu back to the county") Mid-Autumn Festival 1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough.

(Cao Cao (watching the sea) 2. The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.

Fan Zhongyan's Fisherman's Pride 3. In the autumn of August, the wind roared, and my three hairs rolled up. Du Fu's "Cottage Blown by Autumn Wind" 4. The window contains Xiling Snow, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boated at the door.

(Du Fu (quatrains) 5. When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. (Yu Meiren by Li Yu) Winter in Poetry 1. Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

Cen Can's Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. 3。

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Zhongshan in the poem 1. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river.

(Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Villa") 2. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains are short under the sky .. (Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" 3.

Don't feed clouds to cover your eyes, just stay at the highest level. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers continue, and cities are full of spring grass and trees. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope") 5. Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east.

(Xin Qiji's "Bodhisattva Man, the mouth of the book in Jiangxi") 6. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain. (Su Shi's Title Xilin Wall) 7. Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless mountains.

The water in Xin Qiji's poem Broken Array is 1. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. (The Book of Songs) 2. What is water, mountain island.

(Cao Cao's "Watching the Sea") 3. White hair floating green water, red palm clear waves. (Luo "Singing Goose") 4. Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River.

(Li Bai's Looking at Tianmen Mountain) 5. There is no way to recover from the heavy mountains and rivers, and there is another village. (Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village) 6. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as good as Wang Lun.

(Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun) 7. At sunrise, flowers in the river are better than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan") 8. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring water heating duck prophet.

(Su Shi titled "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene") In the poem, China and Japan 1. The mountains cover the day, and the Yellow River flows people. (Wang Zhihuan's In the Lodge of Herons) 2. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.

(Wang Wei's "Awkwardness") 3. On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. Chang Jian's Meditation after the Broken Mountain Temple. At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.

(Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan") 5. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones. (Wang Anshi's "January Day") 6. The next day, the lotus leaf is infinitely blue, and the next day, the lotus leaf is infinitely red.

(Yang Wanli's "Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple" 7. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails come alone. The moon in Li Bai's poem Looking at Tianmen Mountain is 1.

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? 2。

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking") 3.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. (Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain") 4.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. (Li Bai's Drinking the Bright Moon Alone) 5.

When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan. (Li Bai's "Gulangyuexing") 6.

When the moon is out and the birds are startled, the sound enters the spring stream; (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek) 7. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs.

(Su Shi, "When will the bright moon come? ) 8. It was still the moon and the border during the Qin and Han Dynasties, and the enemy fought a protracted war.

(Wang Changling's Bunker) Poetic strokes 1. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

(Meng Haoran, "Spring Dawn") 2. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

(Pretending to be Yi's Farewell to the Ancient Grass) 3. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.

(Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow") 4. Sneak into the night with the wind, and the slippery thing is silent.

Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 5. I want to go home by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu; It's too cold up there.

(Su Shi, "When will the bright moon come? It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. (Untitled by Li Shangyin) Flowers in Poetry 1. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

(Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village") 2. A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me. (Li Bai's Drinking the Bright Moon Alone) 3. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.

(Meng Haoran "Spring Dawn") 4. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope") 5. The flowers have nothing to do, and they seem to know each other.

(Yan Shu's "Huanxisha") 6. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. (Du Mu's Qingming Festival, Shiyu 1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.

Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn II. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei's Mid-Autumn Insect in the Mountain) 3. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

(Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 4. Lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. (Lu You's The Storm of November 4th) 5. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

(Du Mu's Qingming) 6. Wu, a rainy man on a cold night, sent the guests alone. (Wang Changling's Parting Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 7. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.

(Su Shi's Rain after Drinking on the Lake) The snow in the poem is 1. Grass withered and eagle eye disease, light snow. (Wang Wei's Hunting Watch) 2. I know from a distance that it is not snow, because it has a faint fragrance.

(Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom) 3. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. (Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue) 4. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain.

(Li Bai's It's Hard to Go) 5. The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. (Du Fu's quatrains) 6. The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.

(Cen Can's farewell to Tian Shuji, Song of Snow White, Wu's Return to his hometown).

6. A short essay about landscape description, looking for spring in the second day of junior high school.

Do you know where spring is? Let's go find her together!

Now we have reached our first destination, which is the thawed stream. In the stream, groups of small fish swam around in the water as if greeting us. Besides small fish, there are small turtles. The little turtle wakes up in hibernation and plays with his companions.

We're leaving again. Ah! We arrived at the second destination: bamboo forest. Bamboo shoots sprouted from the ground to see if spring had arrived. Of course, there are bamboo shoots and bamboo. Bamboo is playing and dancing. The spring breeze blows through the bamboo forest and it feels very cold.

Now we have finally reached the third destination, which is the field. Large tracts of golden rape flowers, like golden waves. Wild flowers and colorful clothes. The seedlings were blown by the wind, as if greeting us.

This is a beautiful spring.