Last night the wind through my window, gently kissed the fragrant peach Rui, full of shallow dreams, so quiet, and Appropriateness.
The seasonal change is, whether we are not ready to receive it, always comes from winter to spring. Like that, we just had a long journey, and then come back, is spring brightness caged. Standing in some open fields, no matter at which one to face come, the wind is genial. Walking on the soft land, looking at the tiny spots green sight, will the bent down to kiss unable to restrain the emotions, which just sprout sprout. This is green, a winter dormant hope, is the most beautiful early makeup.
The Mo already streams of people busily coming and going, crowded, not love is busy in the fields birds’twitter and fragrance of flowers, planting new crops. The ridge of a ridge, a seed and a bud, full of vigour. Although some branches still deserted, does not affect the mood at the moment. The throb of the shore willow green, long a silk sash, a picture of the wind flowing green ink.
In the grass sprout, the flowing stream in, the beam between the swallows in whispers. In the long light field paths, without friends, one person, one coarse linen, shallow, leisurely walk, is also very good.
This spring, the road is unusual, but unable to hide it beautiful. Look, those unknown grass, or flowers, in silence, is full of field ridge. On the hillside, the shallow yellow or light pink, or the wind, or quiet, or swaying. Standing in the wind. No matter from which direction, no matter which direction to go, is a shade fitting ink. And I will also go into this painting quiet good.
“Xiao Xiao tidbits late, Feifei red light.” always, love is the spring of love as Du Fu < > in the spring of this poem. Spring is like this, in life, whether it is red. The grass leaves, or rain; whether it is ten in spring, or the peach blossom garden, look to the field, are warm temperature and comfortable.
Soon, Mo will be large green and large flowers covered. The love of the most anticipated, is after the winter, a spring breeze green all. Then, in full, taking a peach, or a pear white. That is, the spring breeze blowing over time. Also dyed incense Qin, or warm. Even breathing, also fragrant taste.
Stand in the spring wind, silent, looking back. In every direction, breeds a wonderful. The wind blows, the rain does not have to return. Suddenly, the thought of “drunk”. At this time, at the moment, there is only one word “drunk”. It can express joy and touched the heart. Those eyes, those red Xiao, Cui, in each cycle of the seasons, such as first permanent.
Ten in the spring breeze, grass fragrance everywhere. Spring returns to the good earth. prosperity, everywhere, full of vigour. The heart was stained with green, crimson, pink. Suddenly, drunk in the light yellow branches, drunk at the edge of a new sprout, drunk in a spring breeze warm, drunk in a thick drizzle. Follow the footsteps of spring, I only need to take a poem heart and a leisurely, further afield, to see more closely.
Han Yu said: “the day the rain run as crisp, very thick grass near Quewu.” I said this spring ah, but as general wine alcohol! Do not drink, also drunk. Many years ago had to walk, meet the one place called Xinghuacun. Not along the road of apricot aroma, will meet. A piper boy told me where the apricot wine, already waiting for you for a long time. Moreover, there are your friends, you can buzuibugui.
This charming spring, still so shallow, but a handful of. No one can deny it, the mighty, and beauty. That is, the “energy-saving, energy-saving” fresh leisurely, that is, “lily hands, yellow vine wine, energy-saving” is not the wine.
The red leaf wandering footsteps ah, no matter how far out, spring is always unexpected, like, every spring, will bloom. The distance, the quiet village, who smoke began to curl, fluttering with fireworks. Originally, every day walking in the bustling crowds and traffic, the most nostalgic or this simple and secure way. Tonight, let me a pillow that curved moonlight white old courtyard, breathing long vanilla flavor, let me slowly return to life. Home drunk again willow light, drunk again a red flower.
