About April: beautiful sentences, beautiful April sentences.

1, April, I passed through your tenderness. Peach blossoms wither and flowers bloom in the water. You are intoxicated, and the intoxicated look is beautiful. My eyebrows are low all my life, and I jump into your wind.

2. April, beautiful April, spring in spring, just silently glides over again and again, over your fingers, over your dreams, over loneliness and over sadness.

3. Qingming Grain Rain is beautiful in April. The frost and snow in the Qingming Festival have gone without a trace, and the world is suddenly enlightened, and people's mood is also cheerful. Even if some light rain wets people's hair, it also adds the charm of the season and the atmosphere of interaction between man and nature. When it rains and sunny, the sky will become clearer than ever before, and trees and crops are also indescribable ethereal, making people feel that they are living in charming poems and paintings. Grain Rain is coming, the warm wind is blowing on the face, and everything is full of growth power. Whether it is weeds or seedlings, whether it is poultry and livestock or people themselves, generate shows great passion and vitality in the singing of birds.

4. In April, flowers bloom and fall, the willows are graceful, the water is clear and the mountains are green, and the grass is lush. In April, I miss the wind, spring is full, and the colorful season is slightly sad. I miss growing lush in the spring of April, beating the heartache that I can't peel off.

I finally made it to April. If the season is like this, the vegetation is not green, the flowers are not blooming, the sun is not poisonous, and the cold wind is no longer cold. Between desolation and prosperity, I vaguely saw the growth and stubbornness of life. It doesn't flood but it has nothing to do with cold and cheerlessness. All good things exist with an impartial and just right attitude.

June and April, walking in the late spring season. As long as you look at your eyebrows, you will have soft and bright eyes. Green willows curl up and flowers bloom on strangers. The breeze passed by, lost my eyebrows and sweetened my heart.

7. This is April. April is rich and beautiful, April of love at first sight, April of bright spring, can enter the poetic April. She condenses in the painter's pen, she flows out notes with the singer, and she lingers at the poet's fingertips. But Bai Juyi said, "April on earth is beautiful!"

8. April beauty is mourning for ancestors, and beauty is warm and cold in the world. Those white flowers in the wild are also expressing the memory of their deceased ancestors. "The wind blows paper money in the wilderness, and the ancient tomb is green." People will never forget to present a bunch of flowers, light two incense sticks and decorate their ancestors' graves at the ancestors of the Spirit of Heaven, which is not only an expression of filial piety, but also a warm transmission. Only by not forgetting our ancestors can we cherish the present, and only by cherishing the present can we create a better future. Man is like a newborn wicker, which can grow into a big tree if inserted into the ground casually. This is the inheritance of ancestors' strength and a symbol of human indomitable spirit.

9. In April, beauty is in flowers, and beauty is also in flowers. Peach blossoms and apricot blossoms have fallen, and pear blossoms are at the right time. The ground is full of flowers, and the flowers are overflowing. Surrounded by flowers, heaven and earth are flowers, flowers are refreshing, and a smile hangs on your face. Don't you think this smile is also a blooming flower, but also has a fragrant smell? Flowers bloom like snow, and bees and butterflies dance, which is the beauty of a prosperous time. The fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, and birds are singing branches. This is the singing of life. Flowering branches.

10, April day on earth, beautiful and elegant wading, graceful and shallow, making you smile. The lingering music lights up the mood of the past, and the crescent moon knocking on the window lattice is still like an affectionate flower. White clouds play the dance music of the soul, and the blue sky rolls up pure dreams.