1 Looking forward to, looking forward to, the spring rain is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything seems to be boiling, shouting and smiling. The water is warm, the air is sweet, and butterflies are dancing.
Willow quietly put on new clothes, bright green, dotted with. Lake, garden, look, large and large. Lie down, break two branches and stick them in the soil, take a few steps and take some photos. The wind is warm and the wicker is soft. Begonia, Sophora japonica, wisteria, you won't let me, and I won't let you, all vying to open. Pink is like rouge, white is like snowflake, and purple is like a gem. The air is filled with faint or rich fragrance, as if incense had spread all over the earth. When you close your eyes, you can feel the petals brushing your cheeks, and the memory seems to stay here, such a blooming season, such a spring. Birds are everywhere: nesting among branches, singing among leaves, flying in the blue sky, black, gray and colorful, as lively and full of enthusiasm as going to a spring party.
I hope it helps you. If you are satisfied, I hope you can adopt it in time ~ ~ ~