The rhythm of spring
Flowers bloom and fall, and they are fleeting.
Ye Sheng's leaves withered, fleeting.
The wind rises and falls at intervals.
Clouds are rolling and clouds are comfortable.
It seems that many beautiful things have only a short life, and only in that shining moment can people open their hearts temporarily. However, there is an elf who can drive away the winter with warmth. She can make light green instead of yellow, she can rekindle the flame of life with a cold heart, and she can make the sick and disabled dance happily again. She is Chun.
Spring has her own story. In ancient times, only summer, autumn, winter and spring were idle and wandering spirits. Later, the elf met a willow tree on the wandering road, and the willow tree complained bitterly: "It's a hot summer after a cold winter!" " No time to start, no time to eat! There is no season when willow buds bloom and willow branches sway! So the elf came to God and asked him to give him a season, a season to leave some time for the willow tree. God smiled: "unless you live on the earth forever!" " "The monster didn't understand, so God decided to let her have a try. Elves call themselves spring.
Flowers are Zhan Yan in the chirping of birds, with shy dewdrops hanging on their faces; Leaf buds germinate quietly, peeping at the beautiful face of flowers, competing to reveal lovely light green as a foil; Seeing the blue sky and white clouds, poking fun at the elegant style, relaxing and gathering, is already overjoyed; Feng's mother-in-law with feudal consciousness saw it and wanted to drum her cheeks to help blow it, but after all, she loved the beauty of flowers and the innocence of love, and only blew it gently as a "warning", but how could she hide her tenderness under this "warning"? Well, the flowers are smiling, the leaves are smiling, even the white clouds are smiling, and my mother-in-law can't help it. With a snort, she projected the wrinkles on the lake, one by one. ...
There are people on the hillside. Barefoot girl, carrying a bamboo basket, leaned down from time to time, frowning slightly, reaching for something to take off. Suddenly, Shu Mei smiled and gently threw the mushrooms into the bamboo basket. Ha, little girl picking mushrooms! The flowers on the mountain opened, and the little girl suddenly leaned down and sniffed, picked one and gave it to the singing stream. ...
Some people say that spring is beautiful and everything is full of vitality, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Smell, refreshing; I was heartbroken when I heard that. Some people say that spring looks better, but it is too frivolous, light and impractical. Actually, spring is full of weight and charm. When you are disheartened, you might as well go to see spring, because the vitality of spring can ignite your thoughts; When you are tired of the secular, you might as well go to see the spring and let her help you wash away the lead and return to nature.
Will you taste it? Pick a petal and chew it carefully in your mouth until the root of your tongue is a little sweet. Pull up some dog tail grass and play with it a little to turn it into a small animal. Gently break off a wicker, pull out a piece of wood, leaving only the wicker skin as a bud, and spit out pure happiness ... calmly, feel at ease, throw yourself into the embrace of spring, and make you feel that spring is a rich season that you can rely on.
When spring quietly left, she had stayed in the world forever, leaving a sweet charm flowing among every soul, conveying the following sentence: "Leave yourself some time to sprout, enrich, bloom, sway and be an admirable' shade'."
spring
one
In the morning, the breeze entered the room, rippling Ying Ying. My mother showed me the dew hanging on the tip of the blue grass, and her face was full of joy.
Spring comes to the world and dances lightly. After a night, the winter jasmine bloomed, bright yellow and dark green, picturesque. Spring is gentle and floating. It has a childlike innocence and a transparent smile.
The sky has become pure and clear, birds are singing in the grass among dense leaves, and butterflies and bees in the sun miss the taste of first love in the stamens. The air is full of the smell of spring fermentation, sweet, soft and beautiful. In this way, it met with spring, but it shyly left the flowers all the way and ran away.
The sunshine flows quietly and shines on every cold corner. A night of cold dew, this gentle love, like an imperial edict, looks up in endless tears.
The wind followed, and tiny footsteps came quickly from behind, holding warm sunshine to the front.
How can you miss this season?
As a result, one morning my toes woke up and began to move.
two
Accompanied by two pairs of rain boots in the distance, red boots and white boots, stepping in the puddle was a joy. It is the mother who holds the child's hand tightly and is on her way home. The children are deliberate, walking in front for a while, and falling behind for a while, but both of them have spring-like smiles on their faces.
In spring, under the guidance of a group of rain elves, I sneaked into the world at night, and the feet of rain frequently warmed a dream, so I heard the sound of flowers and the spread of fragrance.
One night, the wind and rain knocked on the window, standing in the cold street, surrounded by ink, everything was immersed in water and fog, deep and shallow, just like being in a gentle water town in a dream.
The flower umbrella floated quietly and landed in an invisible place, and the city in the rain seemed very quiet.
Swallows are flying silently.
Take a deep breath, and the long-awaited fragrance of rain and soil comes to my face, filtering my mood, like a fish that surfaced for the first time, looking at the world around me.
Without an umbrella, I feel the shape and temperature of the rain, bit by bit, and there is a cup hidden in my heart, which is gradually filling up.
three
Look, spring is spreading its slender tentacles, wiping every wind in the past, drumming up the joy of expansion and solemnly sowing the seeds of hope.
Therefore, all dreams are waiting to set sail; All the happiness is waiting to be shared.
Friend, are you ready? Then let's hit the road together!
I hope this spring can live in everyone's heart.