Spring rain sand sand, sand sand, bamboo shoots, wake up! Wake up!
Picking up a favorite book is like pushing open a window and enjoying the beautiful scenery outside.
The calm water in the river wakes up from the purity of winter and is dressed green and emerald by the color of nature.
Reading is like climbing a mountain. One step at a time, one must take a solid step to climb a mountain.
Little grass quietly green the whole mountain, weaving spring clothes for hometown.
Geben's nose and chin were broken. He was frightened and hurt. He hugged the pillar of the slide and cried.
Black eyes, like abacus beads, dribble around.
It's like goose feather, like reed flower, like cotton wool and snow falling down.
The trick to learn a lot is not to learn a lot at once.
Accompany you the longest is always lonely, tears are always your true friend.
Good mood will bring good scenery, good vision will bring good discovery and good thinking will bring good ideas.
Like the weather beaten old man, the moon combs the moonlight of white flowers.
The green wheat plants wake up from their sleep. The green rice fields are like green blankets.
Early summer sunshine from the dense layers of branches and leaves transmission down, the ground printed with the size of copper money sparkling spot.
With a red city heart, you have friends; with a good heart, you have friendship.
You see, the sun is rising, and the spring girl is coming. Hold up your hands to embrace the beautiful spring.
The clusters of grass broke the ground, quietly protruded the green head, and stood on the ground.
He awakened all things in the world, put green clothes on the earth, and let the world present a picture of living uncle.
A wise man always puts his mouth in his heart, but a fool puts his heart in his mouth.
Sports make people full of vitality, music makes people full of romantic happiness, thinking makes people full of wisdom and reason.
If you just pick pine nuts and don't plant pine trees, one day, there will be no pine tree.
The world is the most strong human heart, the world is the most bitter love, in the world of mortals, you and I are so immersed in it.
The peach tree sandwiched in the middle of the willow also has bright flowers. The green willow and the red flower are really beautiful!
A tall and straight coconut tree, in the blue sky, leaves like peacock tail spread.
As soon as he squatted down, the kittens jumped out one by one and ran towards the house.
Sandflies are singing here, crickets are playing here.
Spring is coming, although the weather is a little cold, but everything is reviving, everything is full of life, is a fascinating season.
When spring comes, everything wakes up from its slumber, and grass and trees begin to sprout.
This one, that one, the bright green red flowers and plants, naturally embroidered with a few small purple flowers, very beautiful.
Spring, like a magician, uses the magic wand to grow the monotonous branches into green shoots.
Books are the foundation of any kind of knowledge and any discipline.
Years of flowers, open to the tea, a moment of fireworks, like a dream after the bustling.
The pioneers have their own way, the Conservatives are conservative, the explorers are brave to climb the peak, and the persistent are brave to move forward.
The tall coconut tree, like a sun umbrella, always leans towards the sea and bends slightly.
The new spring sun is not very warm, but a clear light increases the heat in everyone's heart and body.
The birch forest is like a group of slim girls in white dresses.
Spring, also like a naughty child, with his tears, into the spring rain.
Reading can be used as a pastime, as a decoration, or as a growth of talent.
Growth is a pain in the heart, regardless of the consequences of that period, called youth.
What a beautiful scenery in spring! The air is so fresh. I love the spring here.
The door of victory is often hidden. If you push bravely, it will open.
After the rain, the prairie, wild flowers, like a flower headdress just soaked in water, even the dew is colorful!
Like a kite, I can't fly far away. I feel miserable and helpless like a swing. I swing out and come back.
At the western end of the gate, the first quarter moon has turned into a golden watermelon, no longer a curved eyebrow.
The whole body of this cat is white with black spots. It looks like a white cotton with a few drops of ink.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and waist and feet. He leads us forward.
In normal times, the lake is as green as an emerald and as quiet as a mirror.
Even if there is no end to the disaster, even if the Acacia into the bone, I also treat you as the eyes, as the years.
It seems that the thin snow suddenly caused shame, showing a little pink.
Those discrete memories are gradually buried by the wind and sand. After all, we still can't escape to grow, but we have also learned to be strong.