2. Knock gently on the window sash in March, and a flower will float in front of you? Peach blossom? ! ? Flat face, waiting in the season, like a dream. Impressive? Peach blossoms in the spring breeze still smile? Love is deep and shallow; Is it embarrassing? Has spring passed? Times have changed. ? Catkin? ! ? Stealing pear cores and analyzing lightness with the simplest feelings; Facing the east wind, dancing the lyric scattered in the four seasons in the boldest way.
March is the season of life germination, and the turmoil in spring promotes the recovery of everything. March is the season of sowing hope, and the dream of love is hard all the way. In March, I came from the rolling spring tide in Hainan, from the snowy road deposited in Tianshan Mountain, from the story of Lei Feng, and from the happiness prayed by the old people. Fuck you, fuck me, go to school, go to the military camp, and go to every warm family.
Walking into the spring rain, life and hope are full of longing and waiting for many lives. We entered March and embraced the freshness and hard work of the sun in the warm air. In every inch of land and scene in Shan Ye, the vitality and rich forms of green, as well as the proposition of love; It is those flowers and plants that tell the excitement of waiting.
5, friends! March is already spring, and everything has returned to the earth. What are you hesitating about? Let's go out, let's embrace March and come to this suburb of Shan Ye, bathed in the sunshine in early spring, and let the heavy green hills and clear streams wash our silent hearts.
6、 ? No wet clothes, apricot flowers and rain, no cold wind blowing. . The rain in March, as smooth, light and elegant as a cup of aged cellar, poured into my brilliant days and penetrated into your sweet vision. The March wind, moist and gentle, warm and smooth, caresses your smiling face like a girl's delicate jade hand and stirs my youthful heart.
In July and March, she was a beautiful girl who couldn't leave. She smiled, and she came gracefully, singing birds and flowers all the way. March is beautiful, colorful, drizzly and beautiful in spring in full of green. Too beautiful to control, nowhere to hide!
8. This year, the pace of spring is a bit slow. It's already March on the Qinling Mountains, and it's still bare and bleak everywhere, with no sign of green. Although the weather is fine, the temperature in the mountain is several degrees lower than that outside, especially when the mountain wind blows fiercely, it still feels very cold, and it doesn't go far in the mountain in winter.
9. March in my hometown is a busy season, a season of cultivating and spreading hope. Father is driving the cattle, and the old plow turns over the land that has been silent for a winter, like opening an altar of wine. The smell of new digging came to my face. The smell was neither floral nor alcoholic, but it was really intoxicating, making people want to kneel down and kiss. Not far away came the farmer's song, which was a kind of farming song, deep and rough, full of expectation in desolation, but also tactfully magnificent. Father waved a whip and opened his voice for peace. There was a dead silence here, and the song rang again there. This song echoed in the blue sky and white clouds in the spring of March for a long time.
10 in March, a beautiful blueprint was unfolded to you, which was fascinating. In March, I also told you that she survived the winter, and she not only had warm colors, but also a potential cold current. How many times did the geese fly south and how many times did they return? How many times of depression, how many times of hesitation? The cold air hits your chest, rushes into your dreams and squeezes out the warm peach color ... Gao Kite, are you drunk and crazy? Changyou, are you walking slowly on purpose? Willow twigs, are you beautifying that vanity against your will?
1 1, in March, the real spring came, and a gentle spring breeze came. In winter, I have forgotten the change of years and seasons, and I have a thick cocoon in my heart, working hard silently and turning a blind eye to the world around me. Struggling, working silently without success, facing the arduous road of pursuing the future and ideals.
12, call March lightly, syllable, crisp and bright. It's like knocking on porcelain. Time flies, March is shy, she hides her face in the long-awaited crowd, and March is silent. In a sweet and soft dream, it rests on your windowsill.
13, you were born in March. You belong to March, and March belongs to you. Walking on the land in March, stepping on the soft fertile soil. The fertile soil in Yangchun exudes fragrance, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. In the noise, the continuous layer of hay was pushed away, and a touch of yellow-green hope was revealed through your fingers. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. Drunk, kneeling
14, March, spring. The beginning of all stories. Inadvertently, the spring breeze opened the curtain, like a pick-up flower, an apricot flower with a faint rouge, a snow-white pear flower and plum blossom. White, pink and purple magnolia, as well as various unknown flowers. Spring is an ocean of flowers. They compete with each other and are graceful. Maybe it doesn't necessarily open on the roadside you pass by, nor does it necessarily walk into your precious eyes.
15, I like March, I like spring, because it gives life to all things and wakes them up. With the washing of two Chun Xue in the Year of the Tiger, the long winter is gone forever. After a long wait, spring has finally arrived. It was a quiet moment, but it was not calm, but deep and powerful. In March, the air is getting moist, and the flowers begin to bloom charming smiles. They have been dormant for the whole winter, as if waiting for this March, and the fragrance is rippling on the warm smiling faces and slowly spreading?
16, March, have you heard the laughter of angelic boys frolicking on the green lawn? Have you ever seen colorful kites flying in the wind under the blue sky? March is a song, which echoes the shepherd boy's flute and blends with the tinkling stream. Sing about the green earth, the river and people's desire for hope. March is a poem, written on a child's face and carried in an old man's heart. Written a sweet love story, embedded in the farmers' harvest dream.
17 and the spring breeze in March always have a name, blowing warmly and opening everyone's heart.
18, the third day of the third lunar month, is it a tradition? Kite Festival? In my hometown, this time is a paradise for children. Spring breeze blows slightly across fields and hillsides, and the sky is densely covered with kites, big and small, round and square, long and short. And centipedes, dragonflies, tiles, swallows?
19. Walking slowly into March is like walking into a painting. The colors are simple and bright, and everything is moist. Like a wet moon just fished out of the water. A few shears of flowing clouds, stretching green mountains and green waters. In several places, the whole city fluttered in people's faces. When is purples, grass grows and warblers fly. Beautiful and fresh, bright and warm.
In the south in October and March, the earth is warm and the grass turns green. Chun Qing in March, let my eyes surge with beautiful promises. In March, we whispered under an umbrella, recalling our beautiful thoughts and dreams. March rain, in the transparent luster wet that a small umbrella and our clothes, wet the mood.
2 1, knocking on the door of spring, March floats around like a shy girl. The cold winter went away with the thawed running water, and the cold north wind calmed down and began to sleep. Small pear blossoms are full of branches, peach blossoms are red, rape blossoms are yellow, and willows are green. On the snow-covered land, patches of green spread beside brown hay. In the warm sunshine in March, the children shed warm smiles.
22, slowly into March, such as listening to a melodious song. Hope, meet and be born again. Play it repeatedly in your ear and tell it in a low voice. Round and round, I haven't finished yet. It's just that with the chirping birds singing in a lively rhythm, hardworking people write lyrics for this song and broadcast it, and compose music the next day. We sing it ourselves.
23. A year's plan lies in spring. With hope and joy, farmers began to be busy in the fields and cultivate their own lives. I can see the scenery in March in the wilderness where the earth smells fragrant. In March, the warm spring breeze blew away the fog floating in front of people, and the warm sunshine took off the bloated winter clothes of boys and girls. What you saw was a beautiful image.
24. The wind blows into your determined face, and you only feel like a delicate hand stroking gently; The wind lifts your hair, and strands of hair are woven into a heart lake in March. Leave your life to March to rebuild, March will turn it into a canoe, and the boat of life will sail in the heart lake ... The boat of life has left the starting point, but there is only the other side, but there is no end, because there will be a new one behind the other side. Oh, you belong to March, and March belongs to you.
March light rain, March breeze, passed in front of me.
26, March in Mu Feng, empty mountains and condensed clouds. Wandering around with friends, overlooking the castle peak outside the building, the sunset crowning on its top, the bright sunshine boiling with blood, covering the nearby Bai Cui, showing its color: it is like a peerless dancer, drunk with peach blossoms, blurred eyes and beautiful mouth.
27. In the spring of March, everything is revived, and the land is full of vitality.
28. I am wearing a hat made of leaves and a beautiful skirt, walking in the Woods and living in harmony with all kinds of animals and plants. March breeze, dance with me in this beautiful land.
29, intoxicated in the breeze, wine, ancient rhyme, feel life, beautiful mind, may there always be spring in March in our lives.
30, March's light footsteps, through the soft rain, in the smile, the willow tips are green, and the grass is gradually growing. In the melody of spring, just like a gentle and lovely lady, she is still shy when she wants to talk, and her graceful dance and soft breath bring us green and hazy reverie.
3 1 and the horn of March has sounded, and we are bathed in the warm spring breeze. Do you remember such a figure? He is just a drop of water, but it moistens the earth; He is just a ray of sunshine in winter, but it warms people's hearts; He is just a grain, but it breeds useful life; He is just a small screw, but he has propped up the backbone of spiritual civilization. Is he? Lei Feng.
32. It was just when the peach blossoms were in full bloom that the snow came quietly. At first, it was sporadic. After a while, the snowflakes were big and dense, flying all over the sky. Snow in front of Ming Che, with moisture, is also the companion of the spring breeze in March. Fluttering, it looks relaxed and natural.
33. In the spring of March, everything is revived, with green willows and flowers, birds and flowers, and the earth is full of vitality.
34. I am wearing a hat made of leaves and a beautiful skirt, walking in the Woods and living in harmony with all kinds of animals and plants. March breeze, dance with me in this beautiful land.
35. Indulge in the ancient rhyme of cool breeze, fine wine, realize life and have a beautiful heart. May there always be spring in March in our life.
36. In March, light footsteps walked through the gentle rain. In the smiling face, the willows are green and the grass is growing. In the melody of spring, just like a gentle and lovely lady, she is still shy when she wants to talk, and her graceful dance and soft breath bring us green and hazy reverie.
37. In Ran Ran, the morning sun rises to the sky like an oblate palace lantern. In an instant, a round steam wheel was formed, rising high, spraying thousands of golden stripes, and covering everything in brilliant brilliance. Beautiful sentences describing March
38. In March, Mu Feng, an empty mountain condensed clouds. Wandering around with friends, overlooking the castle peak outside the building, the sunset crowning on its top, the bright sunshine boiling with blood, covering the nearby Bai Cui, showing its color: it is like a peerless dancer, drunk with peach blossoms, blurred eyes and beautiful mouth.
39. It's spring and March again, and the flowers are red, willow and green. Everything has revived, presenting a beautiful scene of vitality.
40. A spring soul song, with a beautiful heart, a long watch is surging with the charm of March, flowing and dreaming of the end of the world, fragrant poems are looking for ancient storms in the realm of no self, releasing feelings, and long-hearted music is flowing with water-like words.
4 1, standing in March of spring, the green rhythm interprets the meaning of life, and the spring sunshine decrypts the freshness and beauty of March and its secrets, giving me a beautiful temptation. Delicate willows and plum blossoms, green hills and streams, fragrant wind and drizzle? There is no artistic conception of rendering, and flowers and birds are full of beautiful words, which are affectionate and harmonious.
42. Just when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, the snow came quietly. It was scattered at first. After a while, the snow was big and dense, flying all over the sky. Snow in front of Ming Che, with moisture, is also the companion of the spring breeze in March. Fluttering, it looks relaxed and natural.
43. The tenderness of March reveals a different kind of kindness, gently brushing people's cheeks, some shy, some reserved, some mysterious, cherishing my poetic rhyme, flowing my soul and thinking long.
44. In the spring of March, the warm sun shines on people. The children all took off their thick winter clothes, and the lovely swallow flew back from the south? Hometown? Now, the willow tree has grown long branches again this year, like a little girl's braid.
The spring breeze in March caressed my hair tips, which not only brought me a little bit of confusion, but also brought me a little bit of chill.
46. Although the spring breeze in March is not as cold and warm as the breeze in winter and as pleasant as the cool breeze in summer, it has given us a new round of life and sentiment. She caressed us tenderly, just like a gentle mother, and awakened our memories of the past.
47. In the spring of March, the warm sun shines on people. The children all took off their thick winter clothes, and the lovely swallow flew back from the south? Hometown? Now, the willow tree has grown long branches again this year, like a little girl's braid.
48. The spring breeze in March caressed my hair tip, which not only brought me a little confusion, but also brought me a little chill.
49. Although the spring breeze in March is not as cold and warm as the breeze in winter and as pleasant as the cool breeze in summer, it has given us a new round of life and sentiment. She caressed us tenderly, just like a gentle mother, and awakened our memories of the past.
50. Standing in the spring of March, the green rhythm interprets the meaning of life, and the sunshine in spring decrypts the freshness and beauty of March and its secrets, giving me a beautiful temptation. Beautiful willows, beautiful flowers, green hills and streams, fragrant wind and drizzle? There is no artistic conception of rendering, and flowers and birds are full of beautiful words, which are affectionate and harmonious.