Loneliness is like snow, flying when flowers bloom.
Look up at the blue sky
Is memory the initial mood?
This snow is now
I am accompanied by peach blossoms and swallows.
Spring should be happy.
I'm struggling with memory.
Let only white blood
Cover up this sad beauty
snow blower
The snow has stopped in the morning.
The sound of shoveling snow came from downstairs.
Occasionally mixed with crisp car bells.
transitory
And brief greetings.
I looked down from the balcony on 19 floor.
The two men bowed their heads.
Shovel by shovel of snow is focused and powerful.
Pause occasionally and shovel your chest.
Put your hands on your mouth and breathe.
Look back at the shoveled snow.
……,……
I was suddenly and inexplicably moved by these actions.
-Like a snow shovel.
Facing a land covered with snow
We have to shovel snow in another way!
Huayang expressed her feelings.
The whole April was in chaos.
I'm lonely.
Organize memory
Listen, Spring Rain/Prose
Author: Xianmei was published on April 30th, 2004. People who have lived in Jiangnan for a long time have long been used to the rain, and sometimes they can't help complaining about it. "Oh, my God, what's wrong?" Are you tired? It is raining again. "However, while people complain a little, the earth is full of vitality, and the sound of running water plays the joy of life.
The night is deep and quiet, and the sleeping people listen to the sounds of nature in their dreams. The dream was warm, as if it were raining, and they turned to continue dreaming, with satisfied smiles in their eyes. First thin and then dense, there are water drops under the eaves, bit by bit, and then dripping, so the spring rain comes to you in people's ignorance. Early in the morning, the early risers are pleasantly surprised. This oily spring drove away the cold and frozen snow, watered all the fields, grew grass and covered the branches with green spots. A spring rain has lengthened people's hearts suppressed by winter.
The light rain drifted slowly. In this soft spring rain, the happiest thing is a tender little face, propping up a string of colorful umbrellas, leaving a string of crisp laughter and dancing nursery rhymes. "It's raining, dripping, the duckling is barking, the duckling is barking, the duckling is noisy, and the duckling is dancing in the water ..." In the rain, not only the children's laughter came, but also the newly turned fertile soil and the fragrance of fertile soil behind the old cow, yellow rape flowers and spring rain washed out pieces of wealth. Listen to the steady steps of the old farmer, "Spring came early this year!"
It rained, and she woke up the stream and brought green. In Shan Ye, where flowers are in full bloom, a somewhat neurotic poet also reveals his mortal feelings. Without the cold of winter, how can we know the warmth of spring rain, the test of thirst and the nourishment of spring rain? Listen to the rain, leave a poem to go, not in the winter frog. In the spring rain, the songs are loud, stopping in the east and rising in the west, approaching them, and some are vigorous.
The city's response to the season is relatively slow, and people shuttle between artificial hypocrisy and prosperity. However, the wise man sitting in the study, I think, can't do college problems in this rainless space, so the situation in Gu Ying can be imagined. Out of your library, there is infinite spring rain outside, and nature has infinite wisdom. Listening to the spring rain and watching everything sprout, you will understand the power of the spring rain and the footprints gathered, which is the hope that the spring rain brings people a bumper harvest.
Sitting under the eaves and counting raindrops, raindrops are small and unchanging, and the grooves on the slate are the best proof. Don't ask where the spring rain is, it is by your side and will fall in your heart. Listen, it will have an eternal spring in your heart.
The spring rain is silent $
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