Blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees and getting drunk is March on earth.

March on the earth is the season when trees blossom one after another, accompanied by a slight cool breeze.

In the early spring sunshine, cherry blossoms bloom quietly, the breeze blows, and the petals fly like clouds falling all over the sky. In the milky cherry valley misty rain and pink petal rain, there are endless thoughts and endless light worries. In March, the spring breeze blew through Shan Ye. Pink peach blossoms are dyed all over Shan Ye. Pink peach blossoms are infinitely soft and lovely in the embrace of majestic mountains, and the blooming wild peach trees set off the blue sky. When it is sunny, it is bright and beautiful, and when it is rainy, it is beautiful, just like a fairyland.

The morning glow is all over Shan Ye, and the beautiful rural scenery makes people feel trance-like in the south of the Yangtze River. The screw field goes round and round, and layers of rape flowers come as scheduled, competing to bloom the breath of early spring. From a distance, it looks like a golden ripple, full of color.

Pieces of golden yellow spread out and flooded fields, villages and houses, making people sigh: "How beautiful" happiness is really full of flying sheep and rolling dust. Watchers who are busy killing flowers, the temperature in March is erratic, and it is warm and cold, and they meet flowers all the way when they turn around.

Chun Mei is fragrant and fragrant, with green willows. They are the pink sky on Sakura Avenue, the delicate peach blossoms in the small peach garden, and the purple romance in March ... The city in spring is full of fragrance, poetry and beauty. Blowing by boat, the willows on the shore are swaying and swaying.

On a warm March day, unknown flowers are blooming in the lakeside, Shan Ye and the fields, and the air is filled with faint fragrance of flowers. In spring, the lake is the most layered, with green in the vicinity and blue in the distance, so a boat can easily be pulled into sleep. Sitting on the pig trough boat, leisurely shuttling around the lake, the breeze blowing across the face, the heart is like spring breeze, very comfortable.

If we say that the agreement in the past life brought about the meeting in this life, it is really lucky. As long as we think of spring, we will think of a sea of flowers, and the bright gold makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Enjoy a fragrant snow pear flower rain.

In spring, plum blossoms are cold and rape blossoms are blooming, but they are not as pure as pear flowers. It has been waiting for spring for a long time. Every March, 10,000 mu of pear blossoms are in full bloom, and white pear blossoms climb the branches, without rich fragrance, only faint fragrance.

One night, the spring breeze came, and thousands of pear blossoms spread for hundreds of miles, desperately gorgeous, just to keep the spring scenery.

The spring breeze is blowing, and the smell is fragrant. Under the shadow of pear blossoms, there is a little more Qujing in the mountain stream, and all the worries can be put down.

In mid-March, "Fireworks started in Yangzhou in March", which aroused many people's dreams of Jiangnan. Although March in the poem is the lunar calendar, March on the earth is just a bit of spring. The weeping willows dye the spring water, and the red apricots tremble and stir the clouds. If you meet the slender West Lake intertwined with rain and fog, Yangzhou's graceful and restrained will be vividly reflected. There will always be a period of time in this life to lead a brilliant life. If you are not sure when is the best time to start, then choose March, because all the good things are happening.

In March, pick a place where flowers bloom and enjoy the splendid spring scenery. In the intoxicating time of warm wind, it is a good scenery to start all the way, spend all the time, and find a favorite place to live without words. The world of mortals, like water, flows through the buildings of time. In the long river of years, there are always endless human trifles, like a flower of a tree, dotted with the colors of time; There is always an endless feeling, such as changing seasons year after year, never stopping and never fading.