The willows by the river hang down long slender branches, still swaying helplessly in the wind, and the long dead branches are about to be broken by the wind, and the color becomes more and more dim. The brown distant mountains are running, and the brown land is endless. Every time I see the brown eyes, it seems that life has become eclipsed and tasteless.
It's been a long time since beginning of spring, but the temperature is still below zero. The cold wind covers your eyes mercilessly, and everything is bleak in spring. The whistling northwest wind is always blowing tirelessly.
After all, the cold wind can't stop it, and spring will still come. Perhaps it is because you are too anxious for spring that the cold days will be long. Just like people, if you regard the difficult life as the savings of life experience, you will find that the difficult experience has a different taste, which will make your life more tenacious and make you cherish the good life more.
spring germination, summer prosperity, autumn harvest and winter storage; The overlapping of the four seasons has not changed, and the growth of everything has its own time sequence.
Every day, I pretend to take a casual look at the changes of wicker on the river bank, and finally I find a faint layer of goose yellow flowing among the trees. I am amazed at the sensitivity of trees to the weather. What makes wicker change into goose yellow overnight? Still the wind! Blowing on the face is no longer cold, which makes people have the impulse to open their arms and let the wind blow. They should shout loudly according to their emotional desire: Spring is finally here!
In front of the door, several old elms are also quietly changing. There are tender green buds among the branches, and the wide and cracked old bark seems to be smiling. It is a calm smile after experiencing bitter cold, and it is also a smile of unyielding life to welcome spring!
On the sunny side of the hillside, several poplars have also improved their lives. The red tips of the teeth on the branches are bright and bright, which makes people imagine that the trees are full of poplars. In people's impression, poplar is the least hardy tree species, and its broad leaves will fall after frost, leaving only dead branches stretched out straight, like bony patients. However, poplar is the tallest tree in my hometown, and it still stretches proudly in the winter when the snow is blowing and the wind is cold. When spring comes, the trees are also lush, attracting tits to sing among the branches.
Looking back on the long winter, the hum of the wind passing through the branches, like a tree sobbing softly, and like a groan in pain, made people passing under the tree unable to bear to listen and hurried away wrapped in cotton-padded clothes. In fact, it's not sobbing, nor moaning, it's mutual comfort in trouble, and it's mutual encouragement between rooted family ties.
The most easily forgotten thing is the grass on the hillside, which is lush in spring and withered in autumn. Now look closely, two green leaves are pointed out from the soil, which makes people happy. Grass, you are the messenger of spring:
The wind sets up a link of life for you
You are a guide for spring
There are no beautiful petals
No pretty faces
Only a few green leaves
Bring dignity to the naked Shan Ye
Burn out in the wildfire
Sleep under the snow
Don't ask for the eternity of life.