san yue

The rain in March is soft, soft, soft, light, hazy, moist, successive, thin, itchy on the skin and bright on the tender leaves, looking from a distance, it was a piece of fog covering the top of the mountain. Looking up, I looked up and looked up at the wisps like threads and hooks, bathing in them, the dreams I saw were unreal, and the fairyland was as ethereal. Spring is warm and flowers bloom, everything comes back, the weather is updated, and there is love in the rain. In this joyful March, everyone wants to take the old and the young to the countryside for a walk, enjoy the appearance of green mountains, feel the tenderness of green water, share the vitality of nature and taste the passion of life. Or invite friends and friends to go on an outing and travel, let the sunrise on the top of the mountain be tough on our bones, let the waves clean the fragile dependence, embrace the great shore and width of mountains and rivers, and spread their arms to fly the ideal; if you don’t hold your lover’s hand before the flower, you are originally an emotional animal. You often think of some people and things in the rain. In the Qingming Festival, it rains one after another, and people on the road want to die. Du Mu’s long-lasting song, I don’t know how many homeless people will catch the homesickness of missing relatives and friends outside, and I don’t know how many generations will feel bitter. Indeed, the rain in March is like a thread. From beginning of spring, it will walk to April without rest until Qingming Festival. Therefore, walking in the rain, my mood is also wet, and I always feel a kind of sour sorrow in my heart. The more I want to shake off, the more I will be swallowed. Especially in the middle of the night, raindrops are dripping, and the lonely space is filled with rhythm. Listening to the rustling sound outside the window alone, my mood was also lost in the night rain. For a long time, I don’t like the rain in March. It will catch the sad things many years ago, and remember the shy, sincere, dreamy, straightforward, pure and romantic youth like the rainy season in March. In order to win the favor of girls, after studying late, they secretly climbed up the butterfly tree behind the teaching building to pick flowers, then spread them in the delicate paper box prepared in advance, and then put on a letter that I just opened in love, finally, the outside of the box was knotted with Jinbo paper tape, and it was quietly placed in the drawer of the favorite girl after self-study. As a result, it was not only laughed at but also punished. There was also a female classmate who had a crush on herself. She saved her pocket money and went to the bookstore to buy “collections of poems” in order to express her worries about me who liked to recite poems. I disappeared from my back reluctantly in the rain when I graduated. The rain in March was still not easy to wet the eyes I looked up at, and it was hooked to precipitate the unbearable memories in my heart, making it difficult for me to fall asleep. To make a living, one on many fronts, away from home, tears relatives, under Guangdong drilling ore, swept floor climbing stairs water. Walking in a hurry in the wind and frost, alone in the rain and snow. If the rain of March is less in four seasons, it will not be colorful, and life will not be wonderful without the bitterness of March. After March, the way home will always be clearly displayed in front of us, no matter whether it is the storm, lightning, thunder, or frost and cold snow. The rain in March is like a thread. It is a landscape painting that makes people think about the ups and downs, leaving many blanks. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…