Beautiful sentences describing trees

1, the May breeze, the fragrance of Sophora japonica floating from the roadside, gently blows the cheeks and temples of passers-by, blows people's hearts and gently soothes them, just like a loving mother's hand.

It's already very quiet at night, and the cool breeze blows in from the open windows one by one. The wind, with dew moisture and the smell of mature wheat, blows on the hearts of cultivators, which is sweeter than a rock sugar.

The wind caresses the crops, sometimes bends and sometimes lifts them up, as if the earth is breathing rhythmically, and the mature wheat is full of vitality. Where does the wind come from? There is a whisper among the wheat ears.

I keep my mouth shut, but the wind is like a powerful hand, choking my breath and forcing me to open my mouth from time to time. At this time, it will also raise a handful of dirt into my mouth, similar to a naughty child.

On a bright afternoon in March, the air really blends together. A warm breeze is brewing somewhere, with an unpredictable drunkenness, which makes people feel strange and comfortable, but at the same time it seems to be in a daze trying to embrace the space.

Driving away is like a golden glow rising from the horizon. When you get closer, you will find that there are many looming white spots between the golden ginkgo leaves.

The tall coconut tree is like a sun umbrella, always leaning towards the sea and slightly bending.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.

Pieces of plum blossoms passed the residual wax, and the garden went home for the New Year.

The forest in June is full of all kinds of wild flowers, as bright as jewels and brocade.

Poplar, elm and locust trees have all lost their leaves, and their branches extend into the gray sky like charcoal.

The mottled tree shadows are clearly cast on the path, like a suitable paper-cut painting in shades.

Those leaves hover in the air, sometimes flying to the sky, sometimes falling to the ground, as if playing hide-and-seek with everyone.

The leaves of coconut trees are like long feathers. Shadows are swaying when there is wind, and elegant and beautiful when there is no wind.

That leaf is a beautiful butterfly; That flower is a child playing hide and seek; The fruit is a girl in a yellow coat.

Look! A gust of autumn wind blew, and the Ginkgo Garden fell from the tree like countless golden butterflies flying all over the sky. The students shouted excitedly and chased the "Golden Butterfly" happily.

The dense bonzi trees in the dense forest all reveal a new green. ..... White and blue Chinese Pulsatilla, starch and ferns can be seen in the moss. The continuous heavy rain has softened the bark, giving off a pleasant smell, while in the forest, on the ground paved with pine needles and rotten wood, it gives off a pungent smell. The sun reflects a rainbow on the tree mouth, raindrops on the branches, and birds are singing happily on it.

The dense bonzi trees in the dense forest all reveal a new green. ..... White and blue Chinese Pulsatilla, starch and ferns can be seen in the moss. The continuous heavy rain has softened the bark, giving off a pleasant smell, while in the forest, on the ground paved with pine needles and rotten wood, it gives off a pungent smell. The sun reflects a rainbow on the tree mouth, raindrops on the branches, and birds are singing happily on it.

If I love you-/I will never learn to climb the Campbell flower,/I will show off myself on your high branch;

/If I love you-/Never learn from spoony birds,/Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

/It's not just like a fountain/It brings cool comfort all year round; /Not just like a dangerous mountain peak,

/increase your height,/set off your dignity. /even sunshine/even spring rain

No, these are not enough. I must be a kapok beside you.

/Stand with you as the image of a tree. /root, clenched in the ground;

/Leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other.

But no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems.

/Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd; /I have my red flowers,/like a heavy sigh,

/Like a heroic torch/We share the cold wave and lightning;

/We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; /seemingly separated forever, but they are dependent for life.

/This is great love,/Loyalty is here/Love/Not only your stalwart body,

/I also love your stand,/the land under your feet.

The wind is wanton. She playfully blew on your face and kissed you secretly. He combed your hair and pulled you. He hugged you because he was by your side. He seemed to be flying with you, and the grass on the side nodded like a pee, so we laughed all afternoon.

The banyan tree is in full bloom, and it seems to show us all its vitality. There are so many green leaves, one on top of the other, leaving no gaps. Green shines brightly in our eyes, as if there is a new life trembling on every green leaf. -Lao She's Paradise for Birds

The sunshine in spring is warmly scattered all over the floor. The warm spring breeze is like a mother's warm hand, gently brushing her cheek, a little warm and itchy, like a cat's warm lips kissing her heart, which is very comfortable and soft.

The May breeze, with the fragrance of roadside Sophora japonica, gently blows the cheeks and temples of passers-by, blows people's hearts and gently soothes them, just like the hands of a loving mother.

It's already very quiet at night, and the cool breeze blows in from the open windows one by one. The wind, with dew moisture and the smell of mature wheat, blows on the hearts of cultivators, which is sweeter than a rock sugar.

The wind caresses the crops, sometimes bends and sometimes lifts them up, as if the earth is breathing rhythmically, and the mature wheat is full of vitality. Where does the wind come from? There is a whisper among the wheat ears.

I keep my mouth shut, but the wind is like a powerful hand, choking my breath and forcing me to open my mouth from time to time. At this time, it will also raise a handful of dirt into my mouth, similar to a naughty child.

On a bright afternoon in March, the air really blends together. A warm breeze is brewing somewhere, with an unpredictable drunkenness, which makes people feel strange and comfortable, but at the same time it seems to be in a daze trying to embrace the space.

I prefer walking against the wind rather than pushing people against it. Walking against the wind, whistling by, like the sound of a bugle, will make people feel restless and a kind of happiness that can't stop.

Walking against the wind, watching the clouds flying all over the sky, the rolling green waves, the excited waves and the fallen leaves all over the sky; Listening to the cheers of the forest, the roar of the sea, the ringing of mountains and the whining of tits will make people think deeply, make people work hard, make people sing and make people move forward.

Don't be afraid to walk against the wind. The strong wind blows away people's weakness and laziness, but it casts a tough body, fearless character, generous feelings and lofty aspirations.

Summer wind

One afternoon, it was very hot. After cutting rice for a long time, my back ached and I felt dizzy. Sweat has soaked my clothes and stuck to me, making me feel almost suffocated.

I straightened up to catch my breath. Suddenly, a breeze gently blew on my face, hit my chest, slapped my heart, kissed my cheek, stroked my skirt and infiltrated every pore. It was so comfortable that I stopped working, stretched my limbs and stood motionless in the wind, slightly closed my eyes, and let the wind blowing from nowhere blow away one after another.

This thrilling wind is so gentle and considerate. The wind is not strong, but the poplar trees on both sides of the road not far away make a pleasant rustling sound inspired by it. The combination of touch and hearing is more intoxicating.

After a busy day, I always like to wander aimlessly against the wind, or along the path in the field or by the shallow river. The wind caresses me gently, just like a collector caresses his beloved clay pot. When it blows over leaves and rocks, it is as full of love as it touches our cheeks. It comforts us with a sweet voice, just like a mother serenading at the cradle.

Nature is really powerful. In addition to the four "generals" of the sun, the moon and the nebula, it also has six "deep-water bombs" of wind, rain, snow, fog, thunder and lightning. It seems that there really is a God in the world, and providence and heaven will dominate everything in the world.

Let's start with the wind. The circulation of air produces wind. The wind has a strange temper. When it is calm, the breeze blows gently, giving people a "kiss of the wind", which is really like lovers. When he lost his temper, he somehow became a tyrant, which was terrible. The wind's moody temper, human beings still have no way to take it.

When the breeze is innocent, it is like a little doll. After a while, it lay on the grass, grinning and rolling from side to side. After a while, I went to the river again, somersaulted on the water, splashed water, blew out some patterns, drew some bright green patterns, or folded the water like a folding fan, folded it and opened it again.

The breeze is considerate, caressing human beings and all kinds of animals. In summer, the breeze blows away the heat. It caresses people's faces like velvet and fans you like a fan. It is so comfortable that people often praise it: what a nice wind! Birds, kittens, puppies, cattle and sheep live in a sultry place. Do you feel hot when you sleep? The breeze blew gently and the animals were very comfortable. Although they can't speak, they can make various phone calls to express their gratitude and gratitude. The boat is sailing in the river, the boatman paddles and the tracker pulls the fiber. Are you tired? It is not easy to ride a bike on the bridge. Give them a hand. So the breeze blew slightly, the sails were raised, and the boat glided along the river. If someone helps the cyclist push, the wheels will slide more easily and the fine sweat on his forehead will be blown dry by the breeze. Breeze often likes to touch the wheat and rice in the field, smell the flowers and shake hands with adults and children. It is very polite.

However, when the wind is wild and crazy, when it is as crazy as a madman, it is its fiercest moment, and human beings will be killed and injured and will suffer.

Strong winds are barbaric. The wind blows through the fields, and the land in the plain instantly rolls up the rotating loess. If it is winter, all crops will be harvested and the vegetation will wither. At that time, every village was naked. The strong wind turned into an open bully, whistling and running around, running through the wild fields in the boundless cold, running through the empty village streets, shaking the closed doors and windows of the farmer unreasonably, and throwing a lot of sand into his yard from time to time. During the prank, it also blew down some rotten pieces of wood on the fence, scraped off the grass roof, lifted the peasant woman's skirt, and drove the chickens all over the village, blowing their feathers in a mess.

When the strong wind enters the forest with snow, it will make a strange whistle. Rows of trees wobbled, branches clucked, the wind roared and changed direction, and the snow rolled up by the wind danced wildly in the forest like a huge snow dragon. In "Lin Yuan", writer Qu Bo compared the snow dragon rolled up by the strong wind: it fluttered, turned left and right, twisted its head, lost its tail and rushed at the team. Snow powder is sprayed randomly in the gap of the forest, hitting the face like a stone ... Such a strong wind makes people breathless, speechless and unable to hear other sounds. Polish writer Xianke Wei Zhi said in Crusaders Riding on the Earth: In the howling and whistling of the whirlwind, only sad sounds were heard, like the howling of wolves, like Ma Si in the distance, and sometimes like people crying for help in times of disaster.

When the strong wind hovers, roars and growls on the grassland, it makes the grass make a sound. Chekhov, a Russian writer, once described the gale on the grassland like this: Suddenly, something exploded in the stagnant air, and suddenly a storm appeared. ..... The dust spiraled on the avenue and ran across the grassland, wrapped in wheat straw, dragonflies and feathers all the way, like a rotating black pillar, soaring into the sky and blackening the sun. On the grassland, in all directions, those wild hemp jumped alternately, and one of them was wrapped in a whirlwind, hovering like a bird, flying into the sky, becoming a small black spot and disappearing. Then another one flew up, and then the third one flew up. The two of them wrestled with each other in the air as if they were fighting.

When strong winds raged in the city, the scene was even more tragic. The branch was blown aside and didn't twist back once for dozens of minutes. Clouds in the sky are blown from one pole to the other by strong winds. The dust rolled up by the strong wind dyed the sky grayish yellow, and the sunshine became dim. Strong winds tore up the cloth of shopkeepers, uncovered posters on the walls, broke branches, shattered glass windows, blew off high-voltage telephone poles, blew off the hats of pedestrians, messed up the hair and clothes of pedestrians, uprooted trees and overturned roofs. On the road, branches danced like rattan whip, beating pedestrians from time to time. Pedestrians walk with their heads down, their faces covered, and their upper bodies bend forward with difficulty. Despite their best efforts, cyclists still seem to be stuck on the wheels and find it difficult to turn forward. The wind screamed, roared and echoed; Sometimes straight, sometimes messy in all directions, like being hit by a demon; Suddenly swept in and attacked everything on the earth. The wind is really enough to dominate. At this time, the world seems to be no longer a human world. Man was defeated by the strong wind. Strong winds seem to have succeeded temporarily and become the master of the world. Everything has to be ordered by the strong wind, and the dust is its accomplice.

Typhoons are also terrible. Typhoons are often mixed with heavy rains. Ouyang Shan, a writer, described the scene of a typhoon in Sanjiaxiang as follows: As soon as the typhoon came, the crisp autumn south China turned into a gloomy and miserable world. The bright and bright sun was soaked and melted by violent raindrops, and I don't know where it fell. The wind, like a horrible music, keeps playing all day. Flowers and plants fell to the ground. The trees are swaying violently, pulling each other, twisting, cursing and arguing endlessly. Dark clouds in the sky run in the air like demons, and raindrops like thunder, electricity and stones attack each other. ...

When a strong wind blows to the sea, it becomes a hurricane. At that time, the storm reached its peak. Not only terrible, but also disgusting. The churning of the sea has reached the sky. In the sky, dark clouds are gathering and angry; Underground, the hurricane on the sea is going crazy. The whole sky is blowing, the whole sea is boiling, full of bubbles, and the whole world is spinning. Nothing is more terrible than this. This is the most ferocious moment, and the wind has simply become a rebellious tyrant, causing huge economic losses to mankind.

The energy of the wind is very large. In order to conquer the wind, human beings have used a lot of brains, for example, strengthening weather forecast, strengthening flood control walls, building wind power stations and so on.

I prefer walking against the wind rather than pushing people against it. Walking against the wind, whistling by, like the sound of a bugle, will make people feel restless and a kind of happiness that can't stop.

Walking against the wind, watching the clouds flying all over the sky, the rolling green waves, the excited waves and the fallen leaves all over the sky; Listening to the cheers of the forest, the roar of the sea, the ringing of mountains and the whining of tits will make people think deeply, make people work hard, make people sing and make people move forward.

Don't be afraid to walk against the wind. The strong wind blows away people's weakness and laziness, but it casts a tough body, fearless character, generous feelings and lofty aspirations.

Summer wind

One afternoon, it was very hot. After cutting rice for a long time, my back ached and I felt dizzy. Sweat has soaked my clothes and stuck to me, making me feel almost suffocated.

I straightened up to catch my breath. Suddenly, a breeze gently blew on my face, hit my chest, slapped my heart, kissed my cheek, stroked my skirt and infiltrated every pore. It was so comfortable that I stopped working, stretched my limbs and stood motionless in the wind, slightly closed my eyes, and let the wind blowing from nowhere blow away one after another.

This thrilling wind is so gentle and considerate. The wind is not strong, but the poplar trees on both sides of the road not far away make a pleasant rustling sound inspired by it. The combination of touch and hearing is more intoxicating.

After a busy day, I always like to wander aimlessly against the wind, or along the path in the field or by the shallow river. The wind caresses me gently, just like a collector caresses his beloved clay pot. When it blows over leaves and rocks, it is as full of love as it touches our cheeks. It comforts us with a sweet voice, just like a mother serenading at the cradle.

Nature is really powerful. In addition to the four "generals" of the sun, the moon and the nebula, it also has six "deep-water bombs" of wind, rain, snow, fog, thunder and lightning. It seems that there really is a God in the world, and providence and heaven will dominate everything in the world.

Let's start with the wind. The circulation of air produces wind. The wind has a strange temper. When it is calm, the breeze blows gently, giving people a "kiss of the wind", which is really like lovers. When he lost his temper, he somehow became a tyrant, which was terrible. The wind's moody temper, human beings still have no way to take it.

When the breeze is innocent, it is like a little doll. After a while, it lay on the grass, grinning and rolling from side to side. After a while, I went to the river again, somersaulted on the water, splashed water, blew out some patterns, drew some bright green patterns, or folded the water like a folding fan, folded it and opened it again.

The breeze is considerate, caressing human beings and all kinds of animals. In summer, the breeze blows away the heat. It caresses people's faces like velvet and fans you like a fan. It is so comfortable that people often praise it: what a nice wind! Birds, kittens, puppies, cattle and sheep live in a sultry place. Do you feel hot when you sleep? The breeze blew gently and the animals were very comfortable. Although they can't speak, they can make various phone calls to express their gratitude and gratitude. The boat is sailing in the river, the boatman paddles and the tracker pulls the fiber. Are you tired? It is not easy to ride a bike on the bridge. Give them a hand. So the breeze blew slightly, the sails were raised, and the boat glided along the river. If someone helps the cyclist push, the wheels will slide more easily and the fine sweat on his forehead will be blown dry by the breeze. Breeze often likes to touch the wheat and rice in the field, smell the flowers and shake hands with adults and children. It is very polite.

However, when the wind is wild and crazy, when it is as crazy as a madman, it is its fiercest moment, and human beings will be killed and injured and will suffer.

Strong winds are barbaric. The wind blows through the fields, and the land in the plain instantly rolls up the rotating loess. If it is winter, all crops will be harvested and the vegetation will wither. At that time, every village was naked. The strong wind turned into an open bully, whistling and running around, running through the wild fields in the boundless cold, running through the empty village streets, shaking the closed doors and windows of the farmer unreasonably, and throwing a lot of sand into his yard from time to time. During the prank, it also blew down some rotten pieces of wood on the fence, scraped off the grass roof, lifted the peasant woman's skirt, and drove the chickens all over the village, blowing their feathers in a mess.

When the strong wind enters the forest with snow, it will make a strange whistle. Rows of trees wobbled, branches clucked, the wind roared and changed direction, and the snow rolled up by the wind danced wildly in the forest like a huge snow dragon. In "Lin Yuan", writer Qu Bo compared the snow dragon rolled up by the strong wind: it fluttered, turned left and right, twisted its head, lost its tail and rushed at the team. Snow powder is sprayed randomly in the gap of the forest, hitting the face like a stone ... Such a strong wind makes people breathless, speechless and unable to hear other sounds. Polish writer Xianke Wei Zhi said in Crusaders Riding on the Earth: In the howling and whistling of the whirlwind, only sad sounds were heard, like the howling of wolves, like Ma Si in the distance, and sometimes like people crying for help in times of disaster.

When the strong wind hovers, roars and growls on the grassland, it makes the grass make a sound. Chekhov, a Russian writer, once described the gale on the grassland like this: Suddenly, something exploded in the stagnant air, and suddenly a storm appeared. ..... The dust spiraled on the avenue and ran across the grassland, wrapped in wheat straw, dragonflies and feathers all the way, like a rotating black pillar, soaring into the sky and blackening the sun. On the grassland, in all directions, those wild hemp jumped alternately, and one of them was wrapped in a whirlwind, hovering like a bird, flying into the sky, becoming a small black spot and disappearing. Then another one flew up, and then the third one flew up. The two of them wrestled with each other in the air as if they were fighting.

When strong winds raged in the city, the scene was even more tragic. The branch was blown aside and didn't twist back once for dozens of minutes. Clouds in the sky are blown from one pole to the other by strong winds. The dust rolled up by the strong wind dyed the sky grayish yellow, and the sunshine became dim. Strong winds tore up the cloth of shopkeepers, uncovered posters on the walls, broke branches, shattered glass windows, blew off high-voltage telephone poles, blew off the hats of pedestrians, messed up the hair and clothes of pedestrians, uprooted trees and overturned roofs. On the road, branches danced like rattan whip, beating pedestrians from time to time. Pedestrians walk with their heads down, their faces covered, and their upper bodies bend forward with difficulty. Despite their best efforts, cyclists still seem to be stuck on the wheels and find it difficult to turn forward. The wind screamed, roared and echoed; Sometimes straight, sometimes messy in all directions, like being hit by a demon; Suddenly swept in and attacked everything on the earth. The wind is really enough to dominate. At this time, the world seems to be no longer a human world. Man was defeated by the strong wind. Strong winds seem to have succeeded temporarily and become the master of the world. Everything has to be ordered by the strong wind, and the dust is its accomplice.

Typhoons are also terrible. Typhoons are often mixed with heavy rains. Ouyang Shan, a writer, described the scene of a typhoon in Sanjiaxiang as follows: As soon as the typhoon came, the crisp autumn south China turned into a gloomy and miserable world. The bright and bright sun was soaked and melted by violent raindrops, and I don't know where it fell. The wind, like a horrible music, keeps playing all day. Flowers and plants fell to the ground. The trees are swaying violently, pulling each other, twisting, cursing and arguing endlessly. Dark clouds in the sky run in the air like demons, and raindrops like thunder, electricity and stones attack each other. ...

When a strong wind blows to the sea, it becomes a hurricane. At that time, the storm reached its peak. Not only terrible, but also disgusting. The churning of the sea has reached the sky. In the sky, dark clouds are gathering and angry; Underground, the hurricane on the sea is going crazy. The whole sky is blowing, the whole sea is boiling, full of bubbles, and the whole world is spinning. Nothing is more terrible than this. This is the most ferocious moment, and the wind has simply become a rebellious tyrant, causing huge economic losses to mankind.

The energy of the wind is very large. In order to conquer the wind, human beings have used a lot of brains, for example, strengthening weather forecast, strengthening flood control walls, building wind power stations and so on.

At first glance, everything irrelevant is green, and the thick branches are towering into the sky. Only by staying in this endless deep forest can you feel what is deep silence and what is small at first sight. Everything that doesn't matter is green, and the thick branches are towering into the sky. Only by staying in this endless deep forest can you feel what is deep silence, what is small at first sight, and everything that doesn't matter is green.