Are there any sentences describing the forest?

Quiet forest (seven chapters of prose poems) Text/Song Renxian

a woodland night

Everything has been calm, with bursts of pines, melodious birds singing, and gurgling streams under deep valleys. Only the night wind sometimes stirs my dream clothes.

When I walk out of the wooden house in the silent night, there is always a refreshing smell. The dim starlight, dark distant mountains and dark trees always remind me of infinite reverie.

Rhododendron, do you bloom in the dark? Aesculus chinensis, Ficus altissima, Ligustrum lucidum, Acer truncatum, beech and tallow, as well as wild bananas, wild pineapples, wild lychees, wild bees, butterflies, mountain dragonflies and cicadas, are you also dreaming little dreams? I thought I heard a rustle. Does everything grow quietly in this silent night? Tomorrow morning, let's raise our dandelion umbrella and walk to the top of the high mountain. Let's greet you cordially. Hello, Big Forest!

Two cold nights, let the bonfire warm the hut.

Bonfire, you kind friend, you red-faced man, you flashed the words of Mars, which made my wooden house red and warmed my cold night.

Friends, let's talk in silence tonight. The cold wind and oblique rain outside will be farther and farther away from us. Let's sip the wine brewed by this wild fruit and let the fragrance of this wine slowly enter the soul.

When our words are getting lighter and lighter, when Lin Tao from afar is no longer vague, let us walk through the charming red maple forest in our dreams.

Grapes in the depths of three mountains

Who came here through this dense forest and weeds? Before me, wild grapes grew in the rocks. How many years, you have been baptized by the mountain wind here; For many years, you have been cared for by the sunshine here.

Hold on to the cliff, your rough hands show me vibrant blood vessels! Your indomitable progress, regardless of any difficulties and obstacles, reminds me of the first person who entered the mountain.

Grape, before the sun goes down, please give me strength to jump to the opposite mountain peak and follow your winding path to find the acacia forest in my dream.

Four egrets fly over the lake in the mountains.

Egret, look, the lake in the depths of this mountain is flowing green, like fog and like a dream. Egret, the holy fairy in your forest, caresses the warm lake and cleans the beautiful body bit by bit. I smell the scent of Toona sinensis buds.

Egret, egret, I see an arc across the water. It's you, flying to the stormy Chinese fir forest, the swaying poplar forest, the smoky sapium forest, the colorful clouds, and the distant distance.

Five foggy mornings

In the foggy morning, every tree was covered with a hazy veil, and I remembered the beautiful fairy in the film and television, singing and dancing lightly and dancing with long sleeves.

By this time, I had climbed halfway up the mountain. A red squirrel in the Woods took a look at me and fled into the cave. I sat where it sat.

It's midnight. Let me take a nap against this old pine tree first. Friend, if I fall asleep, please pull my skirt, please wake me up, I want to bypass this mountain before the moon hangs in the sky.

Six orioles

Oriole, please stop in my wooden house, let's watch the morning sun shining in the blue waves, let's listen to the long wind in the valley, coming from the distant forest, and let's form a deep friendship with the fog, mountain springs, stones, sunshine and every tree in the forest.

Oriole, please stop at my cabin. You are the dream keeper, and I am dreaming.

Let me make a wild fruit.

I didn't know the fragrance of the big forest until I entered it. Walking into the big forest, you seem to have walked into a mature wild orchard. Your sad laughter, your sweet singing and your black beginning are all fragrant.

White mushroom, you shy forest girl, don't cover your eyes with a small umbrella. Golden persimmon, you healthy young man, are you blowing leaves to express endless affection to your sweetheart? Mango, your footprints are all over the mountain, just like teenagers in mountain villages. Mountain pepper, your rich fragrance reminds me of the pungent mountain village sister-in-law. Carya illinoensis, you are a vigorous elder in the forest.

Hello, intoxicating forest, endless green waves are my endless imagination. Let me also be a mature wild fruit, hanging in this tall tree and among the green leaves.

Let the birds passing through the forest top peck away my thoughts, let me visit every vibrant tree, every vibrant grassland and every lively and lovely animal in the big forest with my dreams, and then let the heavy snow in the middle of winter cover me. When spring comes, I will wake up slowly and grow faint purple flowers.