She accessed the willows.
Green grass and riverside willows.
A wind swayed the willows.
Soft willows, drifting away dream.
Weeping willows laugh in the breeze.
The willows are beginning to feather out
The willows dance in the breeze.
The girls love the flowers and willows.
Peach trees sandwiched among willows also have bright flowers, green willows and red flowers.
The path is landscaped with willows along its two sides.
Why should the Mongol flute complain no willows grow?
The branches of the drooping willows were swaying lightly.
The branches of the willows drooped over the water.
The pink peaches and green willows set each other off.
Willows and willows flick the human face, birds and flowers intoxicate the room, has not entered the sightseeing garden, has received the information of spring.
In the March, Jiangnan is a warbler, with flowers and red willows and a spring.
Bright red flowers and green willows are in the garden, and spring is in the air.
The snowflakes fell down, fell on the willows, fell into the river, and then disappeared.
Although the leaves have not yet grown, the large gray willows appear moist and cold.
Nearby the housing has five willow tree, thus on take "the willows" as the number.
There is a row of willows on the bank, like many graceful girls in combing their hair.
After entering, it is completely different from imagination. It is full of flowers, willows and green, and even earth.
Occasionally, one or two weeping willows leaned on the river, lazy and leisurely, and gently brushed Ling Bo.
Especially before and after the Ching Ming, peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, flowers, willows and green, vitality and enchanting.
Beyond the islet there's a causeway lined with weeping willows, and the ponds full of blooming lotus.
In the spring of March, the season of flowers and red willows. Everything is reviving, showing a beautiful scene of birth.
The wind is dancing lightly with its feet, and the willows are waving their long hair slowly with the rhythm of the wind.
I thought I could walk out of the wind and dust, flowers and willows, and I thought I would have something to depend on in my life.
No memorial will mark their burial, though the roots of cottonwoods, willows, and palms may occasionally make note of their presence.
At the piers and bridgeheads of the intersections, there are several tall and lush old willows everywhere, with huge crowns covering the sky and the sun.
Originally thought it was a dead alley, but after turning a corner, it turned out that the willows were dark and bright, and there was a garden full of flowers.
"The wintry boughs of the willows and apricot trees above them were festooned with artificial flowers and leaves made of rice-paper and silk, and from every tree hung lanterns. "
The willows are fresh green, the wheat seedlings are covered with green felt, the riverbank is embroidered with grass, and the river is filled with a quiet fresh and refreshing smell.
The ship's eldest master was a light and skillful driver, and along the way he divided flowers and willows, and traveled in the dark canal just enough for the next boat.
To this day I have never seen such a beautiful river as the Lanxi river, with its sweet translucent waters, verdant embankments and weeping willows gently sweeping the water's surface.
In March, I hit the south of the Yangtze River. After the rain, the scent of the soil came to the nose. The willows in the levee swayed in the wind. The beauty of the beauty of the southern beauty stood on the riverside.
A hundred years is a very long time concept, which is enough to kill a person's life and smooth the life of the whole world. However, in the past hundred years, those willows are still there, and still spring leaves, and autumn returns to dust. Maybe it will stay the same for a long time.
In the park, the trees are lush, the flowers and plants are graceful in the wind, the willows by the lake are beautiful, the peach blossom scent is overflowing on the rockery, and the rape in the distance is full of vitality and golden.
On the shore of Xizi Lake, the willows hanging on the long levee, the green women and the red men, who do not remember half of their parents'sorrow, even more who fell in love with the country and broke down their family, had already become slaves of the Yuan Dynasty.
It must have borrowed a portion of West Lake in Hangzhou/From beautiful Yangshuo it must have moved over the seven crags/With the banks decked out by the soft swaying hands of willows/It is a painting scroll that will please the eye ever and ever.
