All the trees raised a flag.
Gloss: tender green skin.
A very warm color stands in a season and becomes a very warm landscape.
On a green day, water drips from the cracks of the years and flows into the ripples of the mountain stream bent by the wind.
Only all the morning light shines directly. Spring-like eyes twinkle on the branches of morning mist. Staring into the distance.
Staring at what?
It's just that all hearing is anxious and eager. Spring-like tentacles explore in the reserved gaps. Listen carefully.
Listen to what?
Inspiration tells me that they are staring at the steep cliff. Listening in the empty canyon, only crying and whispering insects are entangled.
Green tears are running in the roots of trees.
The silence of this season is the elegance of spring, accepting love with the wind of Shan Ye.
In spring, the buds exposed from the sunny mountain crevices are small, but their colors are deeper than those in the years.
Have all the temperaments become quiet?
What about the turbulent spring breeze?
What about the passionate spring rain?
All forms are harmonious in one content.
The restless wind poured out a deep heart melody, entered the deep mountains, shook the vast forests, set off the drizzling pine forests, and was given a cavity of fiery affection and turned into green jade on the chest of the mountains.
The endless rain, as a sentimental soul, fell to the earth, splashed colors on the fields and painted an ink painting in the canyon.
In the deep mountains, I feel spring. Let me write colorful words in spring.