At the Spring Festival party, a friend invited me to his house, and I walked leisurely along a quiet path in my friend's house. A friend's house is not far from me, and he has to pass a hill. On the quiet mountain, I saw a lot-I rode on a hill and felt very quiet. That kind of quietness is a kind of enjoyment and a kind of beauty. In the quiet mountains, a small spring breeze caressed, accompanied by a few wisps of osmanthus breeze, gently falling on the ground. Pick it up and put it on the tip of your nose One is a simple and refreshing fragrance, thyme! Slowly, the moon came out. She is hazy, like a shy girl. The released moon is so soft, just like a very delicate and lovely little princess. To your surprise, such a gentle little sister, the moon, was awakened by a few resting birds! The bird woke up, rubbed its eyes and became lively. Some people warmly welcome the moon, and some people tell stories with relish. The moon listens quietly and enjoys the charming and beautiful moon sister. Look, how happy! After a long time, the birds are tired, and they suffer on the branches nearby. However, suddenly a bird came to a river eager for shining wings, occasionally singing and rippling in the spring mountain stream ... what a charming scenery, ah, what an unforgettable scenery.
"This river has unparalleled beauty of flowers."
One day in the spring of March, the poet walking by the river was too uncomfortable. Suddenly, he smelled a fragrance, which made him move. At that moment, Du Fu lived in front of a shack in the country, on a colorful road. The poet couldn't help thinking that he guessed that the owner of this hut must love flowers very much.
After the child came out of the house, a mountain village woman with flowers closed was ashamed. Last month, I saw her carrying a bucket and wearing linen clothes. He met a poet and stood in front of his house. They smiled and invited Du Fu to sit down and talk with the poet. They chatted and learned that Du Fu's middle-aged woman was called Huang Siniang, but people loved flowers, and there were many kinds of flowers at home. When Du Fu left Italy, the cabin was full of flowers, and all kinds of flowers bloomed in the sun. Flowers are like a bow, like the weight of a breeze, and squid shakes, bringing wisps of fragrance. Stop in the same place and turn around. Several butterflies are dancing. As if to say, "Look, our great poet Du Fu, let our flowers bloom!" " "Du Fu can get lost in thought, so there is" that is "in his ear. When he looked up, several lovely orioles sang, what a wonderful spring hymn.