Residual winter, degenerated into several piles of snow, condensed into gray ice, hiding in the corner, trees, open your eyes and lost in the dream of love, turbid in the shadows of trees, dark corners.
The spring breeze is chilly, sending away one's desire, playing with the lost rhyme of the morning glow, tearing up the scattered white clouds, swaying the dead branches that have not yet awakened from the winter dream, and uncovering the haze scattered by the light fog. We have just recovered from the festive atmosphere and felt the heroic spirit left to the world when it collided with remnant winter. After bravely leaving this cold. I don't like listening and watching behind the glass window. Being in it, I feel the warmth and love of the sun on the sunny side, but on the back, I am enduring the cold and winter that the wind blows. This is the collision between winter and spring, and it is the truest alternation left by nature to you and me at this special moment. The boiling blood felt this passion, and the dynamic experience made me obsessed and intoxicated, which was more charming than the warmth in the gentle countryside. More shocking than any kind of massage. This is the best gift from heaven, and it is the true love in the world. Only when the heart is completely open can we fully feel it. I have magnificent buildings, ancient poplars, meditation pine trees and hovering branches here. ……
I feel the ease of the spring breeze and the publicity of the spring dream. They stood on Dong Can's shoulders and gave vent to their feelings. Although the spring buds are not exposed, Beiyan has not returned to the south. However, they used their own shock to dilute the reserve and rigidity in winter and lengthen the time of staying during the day. A fairy tale sweeping away the snow, the bud of hope lingers. Blue sky has new dreams and more psychedelic kite strings. I like flying kites when I was a child, and I like vilen's little red face when I pee and gasp. I like the helpless eyes when I am disconnected. ..................................................................................................................................................................................
I know what another spring left me. Imagination replaced nostalgia. The Lantern Festival kissed the dream of spring and flowed to yesterday, but what left me was more than stumbling, more than inner sadness. If you don't appreciate the spectacular Lantern Festival, let the single lamp overhead illuminate your heart brilliantly. Without the Lantern Festival, let the steamed bread that has lost its heat stretch in its belly. Close your eyes, the wind blows the lights in the distance, BMW cars, and people flood in. Invited by the moon, the lonely Chang 'e may really be' willing to accompany me to visit the lantern market in the sky! ……
Like a spectacular snow loss, stay in my heart. The position in my heart is occupied again, so I can pull my feelings back. The sun is still shining, the sky is high and the clouds are light and the wind is light. I was alone in early spring. I just want to enclose myself in this small yard. Although it doesn't belong to me, there is a quiet place here that can inherit the peace of spring. Without the exhaust gas when the car exhausts, there would be no ferocious Zhang Ran when the car rushes. This is the place where we look forward to seeing the spring, and the little Fiona Fang that we can bear for you when dreaming.
May the wind persist and open the haze forever. We are waiting for spring, waiting for eternal blue sky and white clouds. In the near future, when buds are everywhere and Wan Fang falls in love, we will still miss this unforgettable day in early spring. ………
Chapter 2: Stay in Spring
Walking in the early spring, Yuan Ye, let his vigor and simplicity walk side by side with me. Occasionally chew the chill left by the remnant winter, sigh gently for his sad feelings, and sow pity syllables, which is your lingering in winter.
The spring breeze has eliminated the traces of winter and gradually warmed the stiff earth. Brush away the love of winter snow, dark skin, but also show a simple indifference. Cracked surface, vertical and horizontal with her expectations, small ravines, waiting for the green. He gazed at the years, waiting and writing down his indifference. Seeing him safe and sound, our hearts have become as quiet and soothing as water. The endless Yuan Ye, ups and downs into a dynamic and three-dimensional picture, his reserve, vicissitudes, still extends the winter dream. It's just a day-to-day change, a meditation in spring, and a dream in winter fading away until it occupies the whole world. The sadness of the last winter can't change the stop of the years, and its silent crying can only become a topic of people's recreation. Winter is bleak and boundless, but also close to yesterday's memory and vigorous vitality, looking forward to the quiet replacement of time.
There is no need to wrap the down jacket tightly, and there is no need to curl your hands in your sleeves. The warm air is calling us to expose ourselves to the sun and accept the kiss of its lover. Put down your shyness and accept its warmth! Close your eyes and open your arms, let this warmth wander in all parts of your body, leave its most beautiful memories, let him spread the seeds of spring with our breath, and we plunder his warmth to fill the gap left by winter dreams. Sunshine, releasing its own charm and anger, together with the wind, releasing its own feelings, I am intoxicated in the gentle countryside, really like kissing my lover. Although even the most ordinary woman in reality would not choose me like this.
Qualified people are lovers, but they are different in nature. As long as you can feel her feelings, she will show you the most beautiful and charming side. I seem to have become an emperor who only loves beauty but not mountains and rivers. Be a drunken emperor of Yang Di! Wan Dao Xia Guang dances around you, and the gentle wind is a lovely and petite concubine. Dance in this magnificent palace of nature for a while!
Ha ha! What a stupid dream! There's a lot of laughter! But this dream woke up soon, and I was alone, and I could only indulge in it. It's not bad to be a handsome savage in Nagano, with black soil and yellow sand dunes, craggy willow crowns and fluttering gowns. Walking through Yang Huai's dream and dusting off the dust for the coming winter, they will no longer be sad. Brush their beards, take a look at the bark that is no longer stiff, and sow blessings for their upcoming vitality. Silently falling leaves for a winter, we sang a long song at our feet, and the song overflowed the feelings in the floating dust. Beiyan in the distance seems to hear its call. ...
Holding a cool loose sand and grasping a delicate black soil, in the wilderness, only they inherited the dream of spring with their own bodies and sent away the tragic winter. Only the stage they carry has staged scenes welcoming the four seasons, so that they can touch others and themselves in the changes again and again.
Chapter III: Spring Damage
No spring water, no running water. Why bother playing the flute and blow the flute? In the snowy winter, we can enjoy the unique feeling from snowy Leng Yan. Nowadays, the gentle and lovely snow in spring has left a lot of sadness after the broken dream.
The cruelty of spring, the ruthlessness of taking pictures under tenderness. He Zeng's magnificent silvery white world, the sacred place of thousands of miles of pear blossoms, attracted thousands of jealousy. Brilliant sunshine sucks her feelings, melts white dreams into sad tears, lingers on the branches, lingers, whines, or drops on the ground to beat the sanctity of the road, making innocent hearts experience vicissitudes in an instant. She is the soul of a beauty, and she was injured by falling. Can't stand the caress of beautiful days, can't stand the vanity of clouds. She retreated from her soul, let the wind pass through her stage, and danced willow branches to tease the whiteness of her breath. The dark concrete floor shows its ugliness. After the snow receded, she turned her tears into devil's tears. The dark waterline lingers irregularly on the ground, immersed in the feelings of dead leaves struggling for a winter. The yellow waiting has turned into a dark loss, and the daydream stuck on the ground has entered an inescapable pain. He once opened his heart to the arrival of Chun Xue and was glad to lose his winter dream. Now, everything is so short, everything is so disappointed, silent years, finally found their own role, warm and moving, but ruthlessly broke the white dream, sent to yesterday's basket.
We walk in the sun, the blue sky is clean and clear, and the elegant white clouds are wrapped in romance. The smoke of the East is also rolling into magnificent love. Trees carry hope, vines and hope for tomorrow. No one cares about the remaining attachment curled up in the corner, and the white left-behind still abides by dignity. The darkness of the building, the cover of trees and corners are all leaving illusory dreams for the final beauty. All the praises are dedicated to the beautiful spring world, but who is willing to inject their feelings into another sad moment? Daiyu is gone, and the beautiful Red Chamber has left countless memories for future generations. Chun Xue is gone. Why didn't any singer leave a sad poem for the death of snow? Who will inject pen and ink into the dark side of the building and describe the red chamber? Why can't you write the admiration of the fallen snow? Can the persistence of architecture and shade make the years turn around again and find the feelings of talented people again?
I can't stand the emotion on the back of the sun. I only have dim eyes, touching the space where colored rhyme flies, blurred, only in an instant. Only my persistence, like the persistence of a shadow, will eventually miss the faint smoke in the kitchen with the passage of time and freeze in the previous interface. I am not the brake of time, nor can I leave behind the changes that time should take. I just want to keep every beautiful picture in my memory, and when I turn it over again, I will leave a indifferent affection.
I was moved by the persistence of the trees in the building. When they enjoy the sunshine, they will store another kind of beauty around them. The affection for the past will keep the world beautiful and diverse, and also keep the nostalgia for winter in the communication with spring. The soul of Can Xue still lingers in spring. They may be satisfied and safe while waiting for the poem left by the poet, or they may be waiting for the green everywhere. I'm glad you came. Their dreams will be more magnificent and brilliant than their destiny.