Spring reminds me of composition (poetic form)

In spring, I think of

golden rape flowers

bees playing hide and seek

happy swallows

flying in the willows

white dandelions (article reading network: www.sanwen.net)

dancing all over the sky with a breeze

In spring, I think of

the lotus-covered south of the Yangtze River

many women

boating on Taihu Lake with lotus leaves

water chestnuts

all smiling like flowers

in spring, and I think of

a beautiful little town

a child

. Then I think of

the Zen machine of nature

the red apricots in the branches in spring

the spring water in the mountains

the ancient temple hidden in the green trees

I walked into the spring

smelled the flowers

accompanied by butterflies dancing behind me

closed my eyes

meditated quietly

meditated

all the time.