The beauty of the peach blossom is beyond description.
The peach is a sweet and juicy fruit.
Breeze slowly sent aromas of peach intoxicate, let a person be salivating.
Make painstaking efforts, feeding urchin, peach and plum sky hair white, to students of Shane, wish the teacher later kang.
The peach word of the farm is big to get this year abundant, this ream we are very satisfied.
Actually, I didn’t know it was a custom until I got to middle school and my friend insisted that we (she) shave my peach fuzz legs.
Nothing says Summer like a generous sliver of ice-cold watermelon, a peach so luscious its juices run down your chin, or a heaping handful of plump, juicy blueberries.
A glycoside, C20H27NO11, commonly found in seeds and other plant parts of many members of the rose family, such as kernels of the apricot, peach, and bitter almond, which breaks down into hydroeyanic acid, benzaldehyde, and glucose.
A peach or an orange, Papa?
Would you like to try our new pineapple pie or peach pie?
The above photo shows a picturesque mix of coral, chartreuse, peach, pale yellow and crimson leaves.
Miss you, ten li in the spring breeze. love you, peach blossoms all over the slope. Remember you, it was south of the Yangtze River in February.
Meanwhile, put the peaches in a food processor and puree until smooth. Combine peach puree with cooled sugar syrup, club soda and lime juice. Stir until well blended.
Men are most afraid of being like peach, which is sweet and hard, but hard inside. A man is most like a coconut, and the shell is strong enough to withstand the blow, and the heart is clear and transparent.
So he raced from dogwood to blossoming peach.
Because the peach blossom rain, a purple umbrella, opened a world of love. From raindrops, can hide your dampish gorgeous.
Some emotion to fall asleep, the peach blossom rain fell, the night is dim. Where the swallows fly, drunk hazy eyes.
A peach skin is covered with fuzz.
In the fruit with apricot, peach, plum, walnut, currant, red jujube, cherry contain iron more.
Early to the village entrance, tiptoe, wind up the spring breeze, blow willow green, and push peach blossom to open, only to have a grand meeting with you in spring.
There are a few apple trees scattered among these peach trees.
I was wearing a long dress with peach and lavender flowers and a lace collar, and I noticed immediately that most of the students had on faded T-shirts and loose khaki shorts and flip-flops.
But love your heart will not be old, spring in poetry will not be old, where peach blossoms are bright, spring is just right, you are also enchanting.
There is a peach standing by the lake.
Gazing avidly before me, my teeth closing on a peach, I can hear the blood pounding in my ears.
