Weather description in April
1, in April, flowers bloom and fall, willows are graceful, clear water conveys love, mountains are green and water is green, and grass is everywhere. In April, I miss the wind, spring is full, and the colorful season is slightly sad. I miss growing lush in the spring of April, beating the heartache that I can't peel off.
2, April, forgotten outside the window. The sky is full of snowflakes, the wind is clear and the clouds are light, painted with dark gray, and a lost maple leaf is crying in the rain and falls alone outside the window. It belongs only to the world on the ground.
April is really a good season, cherry blossoms are blooming brilliantly, all kinds of insects and birds are chirping happily, and willow trees are dressed in green. After several heavy rains, the lake suddenly recovered to its former height, flush with the shore, and the lake poured out violently from the outlet, and a breeze blew, rippling blue waves. At night, the road under the lamp is open and straight, and the camphor trees on both sides sway.
April fell in love with the land of March, but it was too far away from her. When the sadness he misses flows upstream, it will rain and blow the peach blossom wind. April wind blows and kisses our faces and gently shakes our hearts; April clouds, hiding in the starry sky, silently bear the eternal attachment of you and me.
In April, beauty is mourning for ancestors, and beauty is warm and cold in the world. Those white flowers in the wild are also expressing the memory of their deceased ancestors. "The wind blows paper money in the wilderness, and the ancient tomb is green." People will never forget to present a bunch of flowers, light two incense sticks and decorate their ancestors' graves at the ancestors of the Spirit of Heaven, which is not only an expression of filial piety, but also a warm transmission.
6. April, beautiful April, spring in spring, just silently glides over again and again, over your fingers, over your dreams, over loneliness and over sadness.
7. This is April. April is rich and beautiful, April of love at first sight, April of bright spring, can enter the poetic April. She condenses in the painter's pen, she flows out notes with the singer, and she lingers at the poet's fingertips. But Bai Juyi said, "April on earth is beautiful!"
8. There are always some colors to fill. Big or small, a rain, at the top of the earth. After April, it is the sound of waves. The wind blew in my ear, so fast that the sun walked around the tree and brought a group of leaves. Birds are singing. Birds are chirping in the warm breeze, streets are reflected in the streets, and songs are sung in the songs. Above the earth.
9. On a snowy April day in the north, I hid wheatgrass in my heart. An open-minded person will surely see the most beautiful April day on earth. If you like, please come into our hearts with me in April!
10, entering April, the mood of spring also comes with the green footsteps! The spring in my memory is a little more charming, so I was thinking, have peach blossoms and pear blossoms already opened in the yard of my hometown in the countryside? It's a pity that our childhood laughter is missing in the yard.
1 1, the peach blossom in April dispelled my loneliness, touched my deep affection, surged my warmth, and gave me a lovesickness romance far away from the noise of the world.
12, April day on earth, bearing the vicissitudes of years and a poetic heart. In fact, it doesn't matter what kind of spring April is. What is important is that April is the season when I was born. Those poems flowing from the heart, like fog, like dreams, like the wind, have already spread out into a winding heart.
13 and the rain in April gradually made me feel cold and strange.
14, the green in April is on the branches, and the tree buds grow up slowly and become small leaves one by one. The green in April is on the grass, and the grass slowly emerges from the soil. The green in April sets off the smiling faces of children, just like beautiful flowers in green onions.
15, finally made it to April. If the season is like this, the vegetation is not green, the flowers are not blooming, the sun is not poisonous, and the cold wind is no longer cold. Between desolation and prosperity, I vaguely saw the growth and stubbornness of life. It doesn't flood but it has nothing to do with cold and cheerlessness. All good things exist with an impartial and just right attitude.