The winter jasmine in my memory has a single layer of petals. It always looks petite and weak, and it is still eye-catching in the monotonous scenery of early spring. Maybe it’s been a while since I’ve seen them again, but now the jasmine flowers have double-layered petals, which are warmer and gentler than before. If the first person I met when I was a child was Xiaojiabiyu, then the person I met again now is the lady of everyone. The only thing that remains unchanged is the golden and brilliant color and the graceful grace swaying in the wind.
Another night of wind and snow, the peach blossoms bloomed in the white snow. A little bit of new red emerges from the thousands of miles of ice, and it looks like a beauty who has just woken up and applied a little pink, and it also looks like the pouty pink lips of a newborn baby. Who got up early to walk in the snow and then went back to enjoy the flowers on such an early morning? It’s just that the heavy snowstorm that night betrayed your delicate and mottled thoughts, and the footprints of different shades on the Taolin path were left silently.
I think spring has really arrived. The willow trees on the river bank have sprouted new branches. The green buds on the branches are like plump buds ready to bloom. I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. .
The wind in February is also called the willow wind. At this time, the temperature rises. The wind carries the unique moisture of early spring and gently blows against the cheeks. It is less cold in winter and has a sense of intimacy. No wonder ancient literati always liked to spend the early spring with a few like-minded friends on the shore, at waterside pavilions, or in pavilions, reciting poems and drinking wine.
Although this person has passed away and everything has changed a lot, when faced with such scenery, I still can’t help but sigh. The phrase "the willow wind does not blow cold on my face" really expresses my personal feelings at this moment. It is completely impossible to find a more appropriate one.
Quietly waiting for the second snow melt this year, the last cold wave heading south has left, taking away the last bit of chill in February, and a group of restless elves are welcomed under the Chaoyang Bridge.
I can’t remember how long it has been since I saw swallows, those lively, agile and lively little swallows. It was still just like in my memory, wearing a black velvet dress, every inch of it was cut just right. I seem to have forgotten that it is a complete tailor in its own right. Such a spring boudoir dress has more charm due to its tailoring. It waved its scissors and glided across the river, cutting the long flow of the river once; it shrunk its body and swooped over from the air, and cut the picturesque mountains and rivers twice; it changed its position, passing by two by two, and the third cut was green and red... …
Looking at the neatly arranged notes on the wires, I can’t help but think of you who rescued refugees for the prince. You are his eyes, his legs, and his concern. In order to accompany him, you gave up enjoying the warmth of the southern winter and chose to sleep on his shoulder forever in the snowy night. You are a free spirit, who can keep you? Except for that deep and broad love.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp..." A few clear and lively calls resounded throughout the Eastern Jin Dynasty. At this moment, the Wang and Xie families were so prosperous, with carved beams and painted buildings. Although I can't witness the grand momentum now, I can still see in you the tranquility, far-reaching, and otherworldly integrity.
Perhaps this is the wind that blew from thousands of years ago. It blew away all the prosperity and brought back flowers. Fortunately, there is this romantic February, which can make the willow wind blow on the face and allow Wang Xieyan to return home.