san yue

The wind in March is light and spiritual, tearing a tree flower soul; The rain in March is melancholy and dignified, pounding on the ground and falling on the ground; Moreover, the flowing water in March is lingering, sweeping away bright petals one after another. Standing in front of the peach tree, use a flute to open the sky of this season for the passing, drifting and still withered flowers, and let the soul of beautiful flowers rise slowly with the light rain and fog, float to the pure sky; Use a guitar to play the melody, let the flower fairy rotate, dance and float with the dance music, cut off the worldly friendship and bring the dream to heaven together; with a suona, I finally gave her a ride and sang a melodious funeral song for her. Gently use the palm to warm a peach blossom face, as if hearing the heart rhythm beating of the peach heart. In the whole March, it has been beautiful, bright and smooth; Also in this March, torn, beaten, washed. It seemed that I heard the most beautiful song in March, and also heard the most solemn and stirring elegan in March. The wind in March blows the dusty thoughts in the cold winter, the precipitation and the painful thoughts. I have seen the traces of people wading through the dust in Chu river at dusk; I have looked at Liu Yong’s wine and smiled thin and poetic at the broken heart; Who is lonely and still as beautiful as flowers? Who fell in love with dreams throughout March? It is peach blossom in March! A dark red fruit begins to give birth to a memory, a voice, a heart, a legend. On the land far away from your dream, I am waiting with my haggard face. On the lonely tears, there is a peach fairy coming in waves, singing a sad and touching love story for me. Dream is far away, peach forest is lush. It is said that Peach Blossom is heartless and idle. Is the silent pain and lonely expectation my sad heart? The brisk bird drops down the branches without flowers, twittering, just like the secret words of Angels, cutting through the twilight of the sky; Like the messenger of the flower fairy, delivering a kind of message, it conveys her sorrow and lingering like me. Buddha said: Everything in this world is closely related to God. I seemed to hear the sound of nature, the song of soul, and the song of soul. It turned out that I was not alone, because what fell was petals, and the flower soul always accompanied my heart. Praise on March 28th, 2013 (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow vanishing in spring

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