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Finally, I can take advantage of the holiday to sort out those trivial words. Who ever thought that my thoughts flew so far this spring. Chunhang always has to find a reason for Chunhang: go to a flower banquet, watch peach blossoms spread over the whole village, and listen to swallows whispering on the eaves. Walking up the hillside, the azalea is blooming. Come and smell it. Spring is fragrant. Go to watch a grand event, watch the busyness crawling on people’s foreheads, and listen to children singing in the wilderness. Climbing up the high slope, Willows danced with green sleeves to their heart’s content. Come and have a look. Spring is bustling. To meet the person you want to see, on the evening of the spring breeze, in the drizzle morning, in the warm afternoon of the sun, with hope and enthusiasm, knock your window, seeing the moon hanging on your bedside, I will send you bouquet, dream and the whole spring. At this moment, go to spring, no need for reasons, just want to go out for a walk! The spring breeze is like mother’s hand, touching her face, warm. The wind from all directions brings the breath of spring. It moved its steps gently: when passing by the stream, the spray rushed to the sea happily; When passing by the field, the grass dyed green and the peach blossom wiped the powder; When passing by the village, the old man took off his clothes, the child was happy. Spring breeze, you can always bring vitality to the Earth! Spring breeze, why don’t I like you? Birds are like melodious music, and the chirping of the yellow warbler goes down with the wind and gently knocks on my heart. Close your eyes and listen, even the sound is in the air. Birds are the messengers of seasons. They never tire of predicting the arrival of spring. Listen, there are several thrushes on the Willow Tree, singing happily there. The language like musical notes is not clear, but there is a kind of magic. You are not allowed to have half a moment of thoughts flying. Under the eaves, there was a little Ling coming, oh, it was the whisper when the Swallow was in the mud. On the hillside, there is a long tune floating, oh, it is the cry of Azalea when playing. I want to fly to the birds and watch them sing the whole spring. Spring is noisy on the branches. You see, apricot blossoms are gone and peach blossoms are red. Spring stays on the eaves. Listen, swallows go and Magpies come again. Spring is brewing in the field. When you smell it, the fragrance of flowers becomes light and strawberries are sweet. Spring runs in the mountains. You see, Willow Green and wild vegetables are flourishing. Spring flows in the river, you come, lotus leaves are green and algae are tender. Spring is dancing in the air. You see, Sparrow is flying with a kite. Spring shines brightly in the poet’s works. Children rush to chase after yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to find. Spring flows in the eyes of lovers. People don’t know where to go. Peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze. Spring wandering feet scurry, Spring breeze and Green River, south when the moon as I also? This full spring, this smooth Spring, in your heart, in my dream! I always want to have a dream, a dream about spring. There is spring breeze in the dream. The warm spring breeze blows across the cheek. People are drunk and a little sleepy. That’s it. I held a cat in my arms and lay on the bamboo chair, which was facing the window. There was spring rain in my dream. The gentle spring rain fell on the tip of my hair, and my heart was clear and cool. I wanted to wear light gauze and go out for a walk, to the fields, to the countryside, to all the places where spring rain passed. There are spring flowers in my dream. Colorful flowers are making noise on the branches, singing happily by the stream and singing loudly in the mountains. My heart of loving flowers is also flying with me. I always want this dream to repeat, keep repeating, don’t wake up Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…