The lanterns on the shore are reflected in the lake like jewels.
You can’t use all the potential, all the blessings, all the cheapness, all the cleverness.
It’s not difficult for a person to do a good thing. What’s difficult is to do a good thing all his life and not do a bad thing.
In March, the silver pear tree that had been sleeping for a whole winter was awakened by the drizzle.
Spring is coming, with its unique voice, light steps, slowly.
It’s not helpful to read books by reciting.
The grass began to sprout, and the earth was full of prosperity.
Spring rain sand sand, sand sand, bamboo shoots, wake up! Wake up!
It will rain tomorrow. We’ll go to the amusement park next week.
Black eyes, like abacus beads, dribble around.
Spring, also like a naughty child, with his tears, into the spring rain.
The mountain and sea here is a girl hiding in a boudoir, with a natural beauty that can’t be abandoned.
There is a purple glow in the sky, like a blooming red rose.
When you desire, it comes to give detailed instruction, but it never pesters.
Do not do evil, do good, do not do good with small, do not do evil with small.
Spring wind with a moist breath, gently blowing through the treetops, blowing across the fields.
The spring wind is for the conductor, directing the Jingdong flow of the mountain stream and the happy singing of the birds.
I was so hot that I shook my hands and kept blowing at them.
You don’t have to ask for merit to do things. To have no faults is merit. People don’t have to feel virtue, no resentment is virtue.
The mountain is black and boundless, and the cliff head like a knife, axe and axe stands on the top of the sky.
In February, the breeze gently blowing, drizzle from the sky.
One by one pomegranate is like a little girl’s lovely smile, hiding among the branches.
When spring comes, everything wakes up from its slumber, and grass and trees begin to sprout.
The wind sings a song and wakes the sleeping earth.
Grass with their little green, woven into a piece of green carpet.
The tail of the little white rabbit is very short. It’s like a little pile ball sticking to the bottom.
Longshan head, like a big tomb, stands in the night.
The pines on Mount Tai look like a sword eyebrow on a man’s cheekbones.
The sun will shine and heat. It’s a big fireball.
In spring, wearing corolla, green clothes and rosy clouds, we arrived with great interest.
In the field, the frog’s call is continuous, quack quack, quack quack.
The cotton, peach and silver blossomed with smiles, white as snow, endless.
For those who are good at reading, it is very important to never overread.
Every time I read a book, I have completed a life experience.
Cowards are afraid of aloofness, wise people know how to enjoy aloofness.
The morning stars in the sky and the little lights on the mountain are faintly reflected in the lake.
The scenery in the forest is so beautiful and the air is so fresh.
Little grass quietly green the whole mountain, weaving spring clothes for hometown.
The elephant is tall and big, its body is like a wall, and its legs are like four pillars.
In normal times, the lake is as green as an emerald and as quiet as a mirror.
Leaves fall one after another, some are dancing like butterflies, some are flying like Orioles.
The round moon, like a jade plate, is inlaid among the stars.
Warm spring wind, like mother’s hand, gently stroked the little girl’s face.
Swarms of bees are busy in the flowers, sucking their stamens and flying around diligently.
He has a thin beard, like a handful of dried millet roots.
Spring is coming, every corner of the earth is full of the breath of spring.
Books are immortal. It is the longest fruit of human activities.
The trick to learn a lot is not to learn a lot at once.
A new moon rose, like a jade banana inlaid in the sky, rippling with green light.
The long tail of the little black cat sways like a whip.
The sunshine in midsummer is like dipping in hot pepper water. There is not a shady place in the street.
Kites are swinging in the air, some of them are turning over.
After listening to such wonderful music, he could not control his feelings and began to dance.
From a distance, a peach tree looks like an open umbrella.
The book is the road sign of life. It guides our life.
Bent for a whole winter of the waist straight, happy smile full of hope.
The spray from the bow of the boat is singing joyful songs.
It was so hot that there was no thick air in the wind.
The sun is speechless, but it radiates radiance; the mountains are speechless, but they are majestic.