1, the grass is tender, and the green grass is bidding farewell to the withered grass.

2, grass shakes grass to kill disgust.

3, lush, jokes withered and rich

The grass is green, green, tender and haggard.

5, yellow and withered

6. Green and green, green and green, green and green

7. Green and soft.

8. The grass is green, the flowers are red, the wind blows and the grass is full of vitality.

9. Strive for glory and beauty. The grass is lush, the grass is vigorous and the grass is green.

10, Sandy is full of energy. The grass is green and growing.

1 1, a thousand miles of wind and grass, flowers bloom, and yellow everywhere.

12, Tianya Cao Fang is full of lush green grass like silk.

13, lush vegetation, exotic flowers and green grass.

A good sentence from Weeds

1, I take this weed as a witness before giving it to friends and enemies, people and beasts, light and darkness, life and death, past and future lovers and lovers.

I walked along the peeling high wall and stepped on the loose dust. There are several others, each of whom is walking. The breeze blew, and the branches of tall trees exposed on the wall shook my head with leaves that had not dried up.

3. But I am calm and happy. I can laugh and I can sing.

4, and my heart seems to have turned into a lead block at the same time and fell heavily. But the heart didn't fall, didn't break. He just had a bad fall, a bad fall.

It's my sin to leave the mud of life on the ground, there are no trees, only weeds.

6. For myself, for friends and enemies, for people and beasts, for lovers and those who don't, I hope the decay of this weed will come soon. Otherwise, I can't live, which is more unfortunate than death and decay.

7. I love my weeds, but I hate the ground decorated with weeds.

8. In my backyard, you can see two trees outside the wall, one is jujube and the other is jujube.

9. The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Butterflies really don't exist; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms.

10, the snow in the south of the Yangtze River moistens the beautiful scenery; The news of youth that was still looming at that time was the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with hidden green in white and wintersweet with deep yellow mouth; There are cool green weeds under the snow.

1 1, weeds are not deep at all, and flowers and leaves are not beautiful. However, they absorb dew, water, blood and the flesh of the dead, and each takes its own survival.

12, jujube trees, they almost lost all their leaves. Before, one or two children came to beat dates left by others. Now there is not a leaf left, even the leaves have fallen. He knows that the dream of a little pink flower needs spring after autumn; He also knows that the dream of falling leaves is to go to Qiu Lai in spring.

13, past life is dead. I am happy for this death, because I know it once lived. The dead life has rotted. I get great pleasure from this decay, because I know it is not empty.

14, weeds are not deep at all, and flowers and leaves are not beautiful. However, they absorb dew, water, blood and the flesh of the dead, and each takes its own survival. When you are alive, you will still be trampled and cut until you die and rot.

15, I am just a shadow. Without you, I would sink into the darkness. However, darkness will devour me, and light will make me disappear.

16, I am willing to do so, friend-I travel alone, not only without you, but also without other shadows in the dark. Only I am submerged by darkness, and the world belongs to me.

17, pour a cup of slightly sweet bitter wine every day, not too little; Not too much, give it to the world with a slight drunkenness, and let the drinker cry, sing, wake up and get drunk. If he knows, if he is ignorant, he will come back from the dead.

18, despair is the same as hope, and great hatred is only the starting point of great love.

19, the kite season in my hometown is spring and February. If you hear the rustling wind wheel, you can look up and see a light ink crab kite or a tender blue centipede kite. There is also a lonely tile kite, which has no wind wheel and is placed very low. A person looks gaunt and pitiful.

20. I yawned, lit a cigarette, exhaled smoke, and silently paid tribute to these green and exquisite heroes in front of the lamp.

2 1, I'm probably old. My hair has turned white, isn't it obvious? My hands are shaking, isn't it obvious? Then, my soul's hands must be shaking and my hair must be pale.

22. I ran away and walked hard until I escaped from my dream and lay in bed.

23. When I am silent, I feel full; I will open my mouth and feel empty at the same time.

24, and all of a sudden these are empty, but sometimes deliberately pretend helpless hope of self-deception. Hope, hope, use this shield of hope to resist the empty night, although it is still empty night behind the shield.

25. When I was young, I loved watching the waves stirred by the clippers and the flames from the stove. Not only love to see, but also want to see clearly. Unfortunately, they are always changing and never amorphous. Although I keep staring, I never leave any clear signs.

26. The fire ran underground and rushed; Once the lava is ejected, it will burn all the weeds and trees, so it will not rot.

27. If you want to know the original flavor, how can you know the original flavor?

28. I close my eyes, lean back and lean back; Hold the hand of the "beginner" and put it on the knee condyle.

29. Passers-by are annoyed; I feel bored in their pores, bored in their own hearts, crawling all over the wilderness and drilling into other people's pores. Then, they feel dry throat and neck fatigue; Finally, as for the eye contact, it slowly separated; I even felt so dry that I lost my life.

30. If one person's death is only the abolition of motor nerves and consciousness is still there, it is more terrible than everyone's death.

3 1. What is hope? This is a prostitute. She bewitched everyone and gave them everything. She will abandon you when you sacrifice a lot of precious things-your youth.

It's so quiet between heaven and earth that I can't laugh and sing. If heaven and earth were not so quiet, I might or might not. Before giving this bunch of weeds to friends and enemies, people and beasts, lovers and lovers, I take this bunch of weeds as my witness in the time of light and darkness, life and death, past and future.

There is a great man standing in front of me, beautiful, kind and full of great brilliance, but I know he is the devil.