"When spring comes, I always feel that something will happen, but in the end nothing happens, and then I feel that I have missed something."
Today, I went to the hiking trail near my home, only to realize that spring is full of flowers in the city with spring breeze. So I feel glad that I finally had this close contact with her before I left in spring, and finally I didn't let her "spring" be disappointed in vain. The following three classic poems describing spring may not be the best in others' hearts, but they are my favorite.
1, gaoding village residence
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
My hometown is in the beautiful south of the Yangtze River. Early spring and February are the season in bloom. As far as I can remember, as soon as spring comes, willows pull out green buds, and gradually, long willow branches begin to touch the river bank. Their movements are light and gentle, just like a girl's delicate hands caressing her lover's face. At that time, golden rape blossoms were blooming in the endless fields, and peach blossoms came to join in the fun, eagerly blooming in clusters on the branches …
Every morning, I meet the morning glow, walk through the golden rape field, walk on the field path interwoven with willows and peach blossoms, and walk to the campus ... At night, after school, a group of children of the same age fly kites in the rape field with homemade simple kites in their hands. Under the golden sunset, we watched kites fly higher and higher, as if watching dreams and hopes fly far away. I have been away from my hometown for many years now, and my hometown has long been only in a dream. Walking in the spring today, I suddenly remembered this poem. I wonder if the peach blossoms in my hometown are in bloom?
2. Lu You, the first spring rain in Lin 'an
For years, the taste of this world was as thin as gauze. Who will be the rider in Beijing? Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning. Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea. Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
Spring in Jiangnan must be foggy and rainy. The spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River is fine and dense. She is as silky as fog, just like the "sad lilac girl", which reminds me again and again.
"The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers." This poem writes the soul of spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. I remember that every morning after the spring rain, the girl selling apricot flowers, with a strong local accent, will definitely reverberate in the long alley, especially in the quiet morning after the rain.
Now that I am in a foreign land, I can never hear such a local accent or see such an old friend. Whether practicing calligraphy or drinking tea, these pastimes used to kill time remind me of my hometown, make me moved by the scene in front of me, and make me eager to return to my hometown to relive my old dreams as soon as possible. ...
3. Anchoring Guazhou-Wang Anshi
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Spring in the south of the Yangtze River, escorted by the spring breeze, has arrived. Such colorful and different shades of green have intoxicated tourists and awakened the homesickness of wanderers. Mingyue, if you can see me back to my hometown, I am still that teenager.
Spring comes to Jiangnan, and spring comes back to my hometown! "Jiangnan has nothing, talk about a spring." Spring in my hometown has been dancing, and spring in Hangzhou has jumped into my eyes. I don't want to live up to this "sudden release of spring" again. Even if I can't go back to my hometown, I will ask the spring breeze to take away my thoughts this spring. Xie Chun has given me a city of spring scenery, sleeping with spring, and making me intoxicated for a season!
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