? It’s May, and Xiangyang City, which is located in a subtropical climate, has entered the rainy season. It is hot and cold, sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy. In the hot and humid days, the trees are greener and the flowers are redder. We The straight fir trees, the green bamboo clumps, the orange trees, and the palm trees in the courtyard of the community all show the blessing of green with their own distinctive leaves. The most impressive ones are the ivy, their vines are like feet on the courtyard wall, and the buildings on the edge of the courtyard are covered with triangular leaves, as if the house is dressed in green clothes, so green as far as the eye can see. People are grateful for this fertile land and the rain sent by God. It is worthy of being a landscape garden city and a hot land between the north and the south. You can meet beautiful girls and young men on the street at any time.
? Outside the window is a street. The street trees are camphor trees. The camphor trees are evergreen trees. The green in winter is covered with a layer of dust. The green in early summer goes from tender to deep, full of vitality and brewing fruits. , there is also a street tree that seems to have withered in winter. Those dark antlered trees are filled with little birds for a while, always chirping when the sun rises in the morning. In winter, my mother suffers from Although I was fighting a painful battle with intestinal cancer, I always watched the rising sun on winter mornings and looked for the hope of life in that red light. However, my mother still passed away forever before the Spring Festival...
Spring is here, I work in a training institution, and I come into contact with all the lively children. In order to learn, the children restrained their nature and sat on the desk to study calligraphy. They are also like spring seedlings and flowers, and I also feel that while teaching them I am much younger. I seriously taught calligraphy to two five-year-old cute children. I taught for an hour and a half. I don’t know how much they understood. But the childish look on their faces made me want to laugh again. Don't dare to laugh, pretending to be a bit serious as a private school teacher, spring is a happy season...
Summer is reflected in the green leaves of May, the sun passes through the big leaves of the French plane tree, and falls on the street On top of shuttle cars, electric vehicles, and pedestrians, during the morning rush hour, the busy people seem to be running for the hope of life, like the rising sun. Sometimes a heavy rain soaks the hope, but what I see is still running. people as well as myself.
? When it rains, people will become sad. When they are sad, they want to chat with their mother. Only my mother has the patience to listen to my words, but the person who loves me the most goes to heaven.
When I have nothing to do, I like to look at the trees in the yard in a daze. Time knows how the trees are green. Time knows how people grow old. Liuyun knows. There is also the old-fashioned heart in winter on the roadside outside the window. The almost dead black-barked trees, whose names I don’t know, gradually sprouted green leaves and bloomed bunches of white flowers. But what about the birds that woke me up early in the winter? Where have they gone? Are they here to take my mother to heaven?
? In the recent rains, the white flowers of that tree have become dull in color. When the flowers have bloomed enough, they will fall and then bear fruit. If you are taken away to a distant place by a bird, a few years later, there will be another tree in that distant place with gorgeous white flowers. In the unknown little white flowers, the face of your mother will appear, simple and unpretentious.
? May love stay in the world forever.