Tomb-Sweeping Day again. This is a mixed day, with the sadness of relatives at the tomb of the deceased, the solemnity of grave sweepers, and the happiness and sweetness of children holding fellowship and the liveliness and loveliness when they go for an outing.
A few days ago, I went to Qingshan Shishan Park for an outing with my family. The ancients said: In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. February in the lunar calendar is indeed the season of revival of all things. The grass withered in winter is reborn in this February, and it is all green when you look around.
Willows are unwilling to lag behind, pulling out green branches, the sky is blue and high, and a few faint clouds float lazily in the air for a long time. The air is filled with the fragrance of grass and elegant unknown flowers. Qingming is indeed a fresh and clear day.
Surrounded by plants and flowers, we enjoyed our lunch and went deep into the park along the gravel road. The shadows of flowers gradually became various. In February, many flowers have blossomed on the grass, colorful and fragrant, dotted with dark green and light green vegetation, among which several butterflies are hovering and flapping their wings.
Come down from time to time and rest on the little flowers. I tried to catch one, but they were very alert. Before I touched their thin wings, they flapped their wings deftly, flew far away and fell into the bushes and disappeared. I have to give up the idea.