1, the vast land is windy and green. This is the footsteps of spring. Swallows came from the south and landed under the eaves of northerners. In that warm nest, they chattered endlessly. Flowers and wildflowers open willows and spread their branches and leaves. Bit by bit, they are the pens of spring, depicting this beautiful world. Look, they are flying.
2. Every spring that comes slowly seems to tell a painful story about the ruthlessness of winter. The spring breeze in March blew up the thoughts of the branches, and the tender green buds gradually turned into green leaves. The breeze can't blow away the inner joy and the warmth of your little smile, but we have been looking forward to it for a year. The breath of spring is getting stronger and stronger, and my thoughts are filled with a kind of spring sleep. Green leaves always like to communicate with the sun, but the soil remains silent and the trees are full of flowers.
Suddenly I really want to know if there is a flower related to me on a blooming tree. After all, the sun can't keep those shadows. Who wants to be a watchman, hold the hand of spring tightly, because its life is too short and our sorrow is too long. I laughed that the wheel of time was a coward who couldn't catch up with the train of years and the kite of thought, and it broke in this March.
No one can understand the Zen sound of the heart valley anymore, and some thoughts can only stay in memory. When the wind takes away all the fragrance, we know that the tree is still there and we will meet it. If life begins an ideological journey, it is doomed that the next second after departure will not come back, and a person will continue to wander, wander and wander again in the season. ...