Followed by several slender willows by the river, thousands of branches carry smoke lightly, and thousands of strands of moss tapestries hang down. Rice-like buds are like a string of notes, and the spring breeze blows, arousing a spring melody.
On the one hand, new flowers are in full bloom and thin leaves are green. On the other hand, the silent branches are indifferent in the spring breeze, just like thin hands clinging to winter and refusing to let go. The call of spring seems to be half a beat slow. The branches under the blue sky are like tentacles, slowly testing the quality of spring. Once the time is right, they will wake up completely and rush to catch up with the pace of spring. In spring, they will only be late, not absent.
Another magic thing is that when winter comes, those trees that don't lose their leaves all year round spend the cold season unkempt, waiting for the first spring rain, happily washing away the dust, putting on their costumes again and making colors.
The scenery in spring is always unexpected. Today there will be a picture superimposed on the mountains and rivers in the field, in front of the house and behind it. When every corner is full of symbols of spring, it will gradually become colorful and heavy. This is the magical and intelligent arrangement of nature, so spring has its thickness and layers, and every movement has wonderful chords, which will not disappoint people from the opening to the closing.
Spring has come, misty rain is wrapped in pink Li Bai and apricot flowers, and they leave in a hurry, folding thousands of scenery into a spring calendar, and then opening it in the spring tomorrow, so be there or be square!