用duckweed造句子，“duckweed”造句

The duckweed feeds on sewage, kills fish, and can double in size in 24 hours.

Accumulation of pirimicarb in sludge, grass carp, duckweed and water lettuce increased with time. In the meantime, concentration of pirimicarb in aquatic phase decreased continuously.

Leaning against the railing of the gathering and scattering, the duckweed has no trace, and the story of joys and sorrows is unpredictable.

There is no foundation, like off the rhizoid duckweed. Living in other places, the hometown is just a fantasy which is too beautiful to be approached. Dream, it doesn't seem to be worth singing.

In this life, if the flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water are unreachable, this life, if the rain in the duckweed, the wind wood, toss and turn, this life, if the snow on the plum, the desert, lonely nobody knows, this life, what is good?

Mist, dust and rain beat the duckweed.

Oil and duckweed algae coat Lake Maracaibo, a 13, 000-square-kilometer salt lake.

It's just love and not love. This kind of love is a duckweed floating on the water. It is doomed to be impossible for a long time.

In the world, phantom duckweed, love locks the eyebrows, the silent window lattice, the heart is filled with the sluggish sound, the smoke falls down a line of love tears, the rhyme dyes the poem.

If the encounter is the edge, the edge is always in a hurry, the edge to the edge of the duckweed like the sea, a short meeting will face each branch, the emotion may be the most vulnerable, can not withstand the invasion of the storm, touching the pain.

The use of duckweed in the grass carp farming.

Rainfall increased since this solar term, greatly benefit for growing of duckweed and cereal crops, cuckoos remind people to seed.

I picked up a lower body, floral, with earth charm, leisurely elegant, clean water in the duckweed as taste, but also like a peony garden in the Qing Fang, mixed with soil and grass mixed atmosphere.

I am a person who believes in fate. I believe that the people we meet in this life must be recalled by thousands of times before. Though deep in the dust, we are all a leaf duckweed. We never know the distance between the shore and the other side. But I firmly believe that you and I have a destiny to meet in this life ferry.

The duckweed in the water without a blade of grass, a struggling heart. To find belongs to own that piece of heaven and earth.

As if, I like a helpless wanderer, such as the duckweed in the lonely, all the wind and rain must go to face to accept, even if tired of no cry, learn to endure pain until numb, and then to a person's quiet.

Look at the murmuring flowing water, try to figure out the secret that "a leaf duckweed belongs to the sea, where not to meet in life" quietly.

In the green firmament of a slough, galaxies of duckweed are stirred by slow moving waters.

Stop, like duckweed. I'm lucky to get lost and lost. How to calculate this win or lose. It is better to say, than to be doomed by the sky.

Can not understand our life skills like learning the duckweed-like settle down in the sea.