Spring

Last year, I was busy coming and going, and I traveled to Xiaoxiang in the cold spring. Low flying green shore and plum rain, they went into the red building to pick up apricot beams. I can see the shallow water in the idle inkstone and the mud fragrance in the fallen flower path. No one can speak thousands of words, and they chase the warbler across the short wall. Tang zhenggu’s “Yan” did not have youth in the New Year. At the beginning of February, I was shocked to see grass buds. However, Snow White thought it was late in spring, so she wore a garden tree to make flying flowers. The gentle wind follows the branches, and the warm Yan flies new, although it is so strange that it does not match the spring rhyme. According to the bright warm sun, listening to the sound of returning to spring, the warmth of the tiny dust intoxicated the fine willow along the river, and brightened the good mood of the season. Spring Y L, stayed with flowers. The faint scent of spring mud and aquatic plants is filled with the rhyme of a roll of green words, which is scattered in the long poem of smoke willows Chasing the Wind. The Warblers swirling around branches on the bank Bank wander low, use the warmest dance and the most beautiful melody of this season. The slender Willow sprouts, and the tender bud tip peels out quietly, looking at the season that is about to enter prosperity with endless novelty. The new green wrapped layer by layer may be breeding deep feelings, waiting for the spring breeze to come. Strolling on the small road in the country, looking at the flowers that are about to bloom by the road, listening to the gurgling sound of running water in the river, the mood is as comfortable as a flying eagle spreading its wings; Between the fields, the peasants in twos and threes were serving the farming. What a pure and peaceful picture, even resonated with the touch hidden in the bottom of my heart. The gentle and quiet spring day is more suitable to let the heart get drunk in the nature, pick a cup of tea, enjoy a pear White Tree, warm and quiet, let the heart slowly stretch, choose a volume of books to make your mood bloom with plain flowers in simple and carefree words. It is rare to find such elegance. Stop in a hurry and look for the fun and poetry of life after trivial work. Folding an early peach blossom, and the melodious voice of a flute, it seems that there is a smell of country Shepherd riding cattle and singing, with the charming spring scenery in the bright and bright, and some kind of emotion in the potential life overflows my heart, it is a kind of silent release, and the gains and losses of those joys and sorrows will be swaying in the world of mortals in a simple and elegant manner. A cut of spring breeze, a touch of spring feeling, hazy beauty and joy in the fleeting year, watching the river melt, watching the kite all over the sky, waiting for the flower buds to bloom, enjoying the soft wind blowing on the face, spreading the feelings of not old in life. The vivid breath of life is light, shallow and simple, just like a roll of elegant and unique white drawing, which is simple but not lack of smell. It is simple but deep, distant and fragrant. The cluster of flower buds which were to be put stopped, the drum buds were about to open, the feeling was wonderful, the posture was clever, and the flower buds were tightly attached to the branches, leaning against the origin of life. Without the companionship of leaves, flowers are another kind of extreme charm, beautiful and hopeful, and can’t help being happy. Spring rain always comes late, and is in harmony with the rhythm. It washes away the dust of all things and gives the Earth infinite vitality. In spring, the grass is green, and sometimes there are beautiful flowers and bright trees. The grass color is green and the wild flowers shine on the eyes, which is the most suddenly added to the spring. Although it is not a hundred flowers that are brilliant, it also has a special charm. Yan Yan flied and asked where the spring was, only the pond was green. The busiest one is Chunyan, the messenger of spring, which announces the first pool of green in spring and delivers warm messages to everyone’s heart. On the bank of the river, there were more people in twos and threes, leading the tide for the spring scenery. Their laughter passed by with the spring breeze, refreshing the lines of the season. yuan mu sui tian to, setting sun the shu ming. Where do dogs know to bark? People walk halfway through the mountains. The setting sun is covered with trees, the green land is connected with the sky, dogs are cheering, and people come back late. This pleasant and gentle atmosphere, wrapped in strong nostalgia, made me desire and joy more than once, only saying that under the setting sun, I was dragging a long shadow. At this time, can I be there? Another season, spring comes and comes, no matter where the shadow falls, thousands of miles are waiting for flowers to bloom. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

To North

Once there was a snow in the forest, which was the first snow of that year. It was surprising and exclaimed that large tracts of white elves fell in the sky. I walked in the forest with her. I saw her looking white in the forest. There was a heavy snow in the forest. Everything in the forest became white. The white pine trees and fir trees, white fallen leaves, we were wandering in the forest at that time. You told me that there was a book called Norwegian forest, and only read the name of this book, under the circumstances at that time, would you also remember whether the forest in Norway also snowed or not? If a person fell in love with someone, would he fall in love with the forest she had been, just as I saw snow in the forest today, I remembered your flashing eyes in the snow, and I also remembered that book called “Norwegian Forest, I want to write another text for you in the forest of snow. The name is White lover. Maybe only the purity of snow matches the pure feelings in the text I want to express, we also said that we would go to the corner of Hokkaido to watch the snow and watch you shouting in the snow. At that time, we finally realized our wish to see the snow all over the world, we also become white lovers in our stories. Why do you want to go to Hokkaido to watch the snow? It is probably because the original atmosphere in Japan is very good. The original people in Japan can construct a beautiful and magical world, in that world, there are cities in the sky, streets in the wind and so on, which are close to us. In Hokkaido, you may be able to walk into your real original inner world. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…