Beautiful sentences praising winter reeds

There is a small river in my hometown, which is full of reeds. When autumn comes, the reed flowers are blooming, and the whole village is hidden in the white sea of flowers, which is very beautiful.

I like all kinds of bright flowers in spring, but I prefer the reed flowers in my hometown, because they remind me of my wonderful childhood and my lovely hometown. Whenever I think of and see reed flowers, I always feel a heartache.

3. Late autumn is the season when reed flowers are in full bloom. At present, the endless white, light and soft reed flowers are floating in the wind from Chi Pan. The wind is blowing, the reeds are shaking, and the reeds are flying like snowflakes, which makes me moved, but it makes me unpredictable.

Reed flowers floated into people's homes from windows and landed on tables, chairs and stoves. The reeds that fell in the corner gathered into a fluffy ball, and a gust of wind blew, opening and closing, reminiscent of a sentence by Su Shi describing Huayang in the Song Dynasty, "I am sleepy and charming, but I want to open and close again."

In August and September, reeds began to bloom. From a distance, hairy reeds are white, but they have various colors, such as milky white, red and light blue. A breeze is blowing, and the reed flowers are like fine cotton wool, swaying in the sun and looking like white waves. The small village floats on this white wave.

6. Lu Hua is like that lady, quiet and elegant, full of aura, and colorful under the sunshine. This reed flower is pure, elegant and elegant. She is above the low level, refuses kitsch, and there is pride in obedience. She was drunk in the autumn wind with infinite resilience, even drunk by generations of poets, and was praised by poets of all ages.

7. The boat passed quietly, and ripples surrounded a large yellow reed and clusters of reed flowers. This flower, white and high above, seems to be dyed. They are as light as fluff, slightly draped on reeds, and indulge in this beautiful scenery unscrupulously. There is always a feeling that even the slightest wind will easily take them away.

8. As the sun sets, the glow of the pond shines. And I will always sit quietly by, looking at the endless, snow-white reed flowers. Forget time, forget place, forget yourself. When the breeze gently blows over the water, the reeds just dance with the wind. Occasionally, a few dragonflies stopped on the tidbits, and I watched quietly. Look, look, I seem to be in it. I myself turned into a dragonfly, flew to this boundless reed pond, stopped on the tidbits, and let the reed touch me gently.