After a rain and snow, spring will come late, but all this has nothing to do with the city, because the city has long been covered with thick and hard asphalt roads, and the accumulated water forms lakes, which stink under the west wind. Then the birds flew away and the insects left, leaving behind groups of "white-collar workers" who worked. Since when do they hate this city? ...
At that time, after the "rain", the spring in the northwest came slowly. In rural areas, weeds are the first to be baptized in spring, but no one cares because they are just weeds. Standing on the dirt slope and looking from a distance, yes, spring is coming. The smell of spring seeds is everywhere, and the sour taste of pesticides is everywhere. From then on, I began to like the "taste" of cow dung on that land.
Spring has finally arrived. It is refreshing and desirable. But the charming summer will not stop. Yes, I suddenly found that the spring in the northwest is really short and almost fleeting. Spring, spring, when can you come again?
If white is the portrayal of winter, then green is the foil of gorgeous spring. In fact, spring is the most beautiful in the whole four seasons. How many people will pay attention to the tenacious vitality of buds and the melting of ice and snow, so that water drops can wear through? It is not that there are too few beautiful things in the world, but that human beings are too arrogant.
Spring has come, I really want to sing naturally and listen to the sounds of heaven and earth, but all this can only be realized in my dreams. May God leave me some spring, and I will dance in that spring forever.
However, the desert between heaven and earth may be the loneliest. Even if spring comes, there is loess and yellow sand everywhere. There is no call for time, only love for dreams.
Many times I fell asleep on the hillside of my hometown, feeling the comfort brought by nature. Spring is a dreamy season, dreaming of another land-the flower sea. I want to pick a petal and leave it in the desert. Petals didn't dry up, but they took root and sprouted in this land and eventually became an ocean of flowers. ...
The dream of spring is still in the dream, and summer has come, which is urgent and hot. Maybe there's nothing worse. Petal-like snow falls on the ground in winter, cool breeze blows all over my heart in autumn, and fine rain hits the earth in spring. What about summer? Only destroy the sun. So the story in the dream turned into rain in the desert, and there was peace between heaven and earth. I woke up from a dream. Spring has gone, so I won't come back until next year.
Spring didn't wait for me because I live in the city. Nature has not forgiven me, because I am human. In the migration of time, we are really too small to stay in spring because of us-the mud in the city has gradually dried up, the wind has blown into a new piece, and the car has only left a trace of loess, which has been washed clean after the rain, waiting for the arrival of snow.
It's raining, and the season is "Little Summer", but I'm not sleepy. Even if spring comes again, how many springs can I have in my life?
Soon, there was no more spring rain, but heavy rain like beads, which fell on the windows of the city and crackled. I overheard a childhood nursery rhyme, "Rain, rain, it's raining hard, and people's houses are falling down ..."
Zhai's message:
A large area lingers in the footsteps of spring with flowers, and the fleeting time overlooks the Gobi desert in the countryside.
The countryside is beautiful, and there is nothing beautiful. Now that all the people have gone, the countryside has become silent. No one went to see the beautiful scenery, only wandering in the vanity of the city. When the beautiful spring comes, I can only send myself to the vast land, and everything seems so tragic.
The setting sun is red, reflecting the red earth, and a fantastic city has been built on the red land, but all this is like passing clouds, and ashes are just the beginning.
Spring has come, quietly and quietly showing the most beautiful side to the world.
—— On April 27th, Yu Dingyou.