The autumn wind is rustling, and the Bauhinia leaves the branch reluctantly and throws itself into the embrace of the earth.
A gust of wind blew, and the tree swayed like it was cold.
The tree grew tall. A gust of wind blew. The tree was dancing with its branches.
The River in autumn is romantic. Leaves talk to him.
Pine trees stood on the hill and looked out into the distance.
Spring is coming, and the spring flowers are shyly blooming yellow gauze.
The flowers in the park are very bright, just like girls in the flowering season.
The lake was so calm, like a sleeping girl.
The leaves are covered with small droplets of water. The stands are very beautiful.
The wheat seedlings in the field are like thirsty people assimilating the spring rain tirelessly.
Rows of willows are reflected in the water, enjoying their looks.
The River ponders quietly, thinking like a poem, slowly swimming towards the sea.
The pomegranate trees are full of flowers, laughing to welcome people's arrival.
The orange tree father gave them the orange evening dress, which had been hidden for many years.
The moon slipped out in the dead of night.
The drizzle is like silk, the fruit trees are like meditative poets deliberating on poems.
In the cold winter, plum blossoms open quietly like snow-white snowflakes.
The naughty autumn wind girl blew a breath, and the yellow leaves danced with her.
The rain gently brushes the dust off the grass.
Lovely dragonflies and naughty frogs are playing happily.
Beautiful flowers blossom like a graceful little hair with beautiful dancing posture.
The Yellow River, the Yellow River, you nourished us with your own lotion.
Spring came, the river rose, the frog woke up and began to sing happily.
Heaven is a shy little girl, hiding and hiding.
In the cold winter, plum blossoms quietly put on red skirts, showing a shy smile.
The frog straightened his collar and came out of the hole with a smile.
The new sun tells us to greet the new day with the most beautiful smile.
Fish on the bottom of the sea play all kinds of wonderful melodies.
The waves hit the shore like a mother touching her children.
On summer nights, frog songs came from the fields.
Beautiful peony blossoms, that is to thank the sunshine.
A smoky car came frantically.
The wind blows the leaves, pushing them against each other and making a rustling noise.
Grass with their own dots of green, woven into a green carpet.
After the spring rain, bamboo shoots rushed out of the ground.
The ripe pomegranate, like a child, opens its mouth wide and shows its neat teeth.
Grass, raise your head, raise your waist, don't cry.
The grass lay on its waist in the scorching sun as if it were spitting its tongue.