Early Spring

(1) who stole my inspiration? Sitting at the table and thinking hard for a while, I was like a child who couldn’t solve the equation, and my thoughts were blocked. What about the key to unlock? Isn’t it true that my heart was once blown as light as catkin by the cool wind of early spring? Being swelled by the full flower buds on the branches under the warm sun, isn’t there the passion to ride the wind and break the waves? What about the green grass on the roadside that evokes people’s feelings? The recovered Earth is filled with attractive atmosphere everywhere. Although the Earth still looks gray, there is a strong and soft sprout in the gray. The continuous peaks in the distance have faded the mottled snow spots in winter, like light ink waving, Cage in the mist, gentle and graceful, revealing deep beauty. After bathing in the spring rain, the branches of the poplar and willow trees and locust trees are tender and rich, and they are swinging in the blue sky and Rising Sun. All the Light ink color, a beautiful ink painting, reveals a quiet, a simple and elegant, but also contains a deep hope and warmth. (2) on the weekend night of early spring, I sat in the bright light and wanted to write something, but I fell into the desert for a while, it was the cool wind that night that stirred up the microwave in my heart for many days. The breeze of early spring makes everything rush to sprout and recover. Throughout the year, the Earth turns again and again. Under the blowing of the cool wind in early spring, the warm sun shining, and in the annual rings when my life entered autumn, the breath of spring was fermented so strongly in another annual ring, it bulges a heart that has already been stupid to fly. I want to sail and go hiking! However, I still can’t walk out of this small town. The more the fence twined by the secular world, the lower I am. But like a stubborn child, I carried my luggage and set off. Sitting in the light of early spring night, I went hiking in my heart. (3) I’m going to sail far away and let my heart fly! Like an ugly duckling, I was in the chicken coop of a farmer, looking up at the sky, looking down at the green grass and wild flowers under my feet, and watching the flow of streams under the sun. I saw the vast sky from the blue sky above my head; I saw the strength and joy of life from clusters of grass green; I saw the colorful life from the sparkling stream under the sun, the deep sea and the surging river. (4) in the early spring of this year, I am should let myself fly again, facing the strong Breath of the day, grow with the grass, and bloom with the peach blossom and apricot blossom, green with green mountains, singing and flying with birds, and courageously running with streams. I should treasure the joy of grass growth in my heart, share the joy of peach blossom and apricot blossom, describe the free flight of birds and sing the ambition of the stream. I am delighted with the yearning of life, and write them into beating words and jumping notes one by one. This is the harvest of flying my soul, and this is a kind of flying. (5) Let your mind fly. You can go as far as you want. The vast universe allows you to travel. Everything in the world is colorful and dazzling, and you can see it all. You just hate the pen in your hand, and it is difficult to describe the pleasure and joy of flying. Why do you care about the joy of a baby, the happiness of a young child, or the laughter of an elder. Happiness is never contaminated with secular dirt, which is the lotus root that purifies the soul. (6) in the early spring of another year, the trumpet of cuckoo outside the window summoned me. I packed my luggage again, carried my luggage and went hiking to harvest the harvest in the autumn of my life. 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…