Spring has passed, and the flowers are still covered with plain clothes. Gently pick up a honeysuckle flower sticking out of the earth wall, and the rich taste of summer is refreshing. ...
The spring breeze brushed away the wicker for the last time, leaving a sunset in the depths of the lotus pond. Only the frog hiding in the new lotus grass tirelessly shouted: summer is hot, I am hot!
Breathe the fresh air and stroll through the willows in Chi Pan. It seems that many things and feelings have been forgotten, leaving only a few photos of my life, vaguely in my dream. Only the grass, trees, flowers, leaves, ridges and soil in this land are engraved in my heart. In this familiar countryside, I can feel the happiness of the past from time to time, very kind and satisfied. It seems that those leisurely and peaceful birds are singing for the return of their old friends.
Flee back to the spring here from the noisy city, and those gentle and shallow lovesickness warm the green world under your feet. Unknown wildflowers are blooming with faint beauty, and they are still madly in love with butterflies, so they calmly entered the summer!
The thatched grass grows long ears, one by one, red, white and brown, much like a soft carpet laid on the green grassland, swaying in the wind. In fact, I still don't understand: is this a flower or grass?
Wild strawberries, wild celery, wild roses, dandelions, and many others that can't be named are colorful, rendering this early summer afternoon. The weather is getting hotter and hotter. Rice plants grow three or four inches green in the building, and they breathe the nutrients grown in the fertile black soil. Its heart is mature and perfect with quiet time. ...
April has gone, and at the beginning of May, I look at the flowers scattered at this moment, accompany the world of mortals, and put these beautiful cool breeze and bright moon in my dreams every day. In the music of spring, I brushed away the noisy dust and closed the window. A person was drunk and missed the door. The insect fish sang late, and the nightingale accompanied me to sleep, watching the dawn and embracing the blue sky together. ...
(b) City of Four Seasons and City of Dreams
This town is very beautiful.
If you are waiting for a beautiful girl who is invincible in youth.
Winter in a small town is like the tenderness of a girl in love. When flowers bloom in spring, they condense into light water in the pool. When you miss them, you will smile and flowers will bloom. The blooming face blushed for the sunset and ran away from the swan goose that returned to the south.
Therefore, the winter in a small town is a group of girls talking around the stove at night. Their songs are crisp, like larks singing on bare reeds everywhere on the river, tactfully, loudly and deeply. Singing and laughter warmed the capital of this ancient country.
Autumn in a small town is a girl who pretends to be vicissitudes in a straw hat. The world of mortals shed tears, tender as water. When the clouds are light and the wind is light, I will shake my long hair. When I look back, I will be intoxicated with a faint smile, which will make my life better.
Therefore, the autumn in a small town is a fiery maple leaf, a ginkgo in Huang Cancan, an egret hiding in the reeds, and a graceful image of a white cotton skirt spinning in the rain of fallen leaves. How many young lang was flustered by the smile. ...
In the summer in the small town, a girl plays the piano and has a picnic to pick fruit.
Caressing the river, picking a wild flower, running and playing, just like the thousand-year past of the ancient cloud and dream: attracting the world of mortals to sing old dreams, just waiting for a flute to accompany the pipa, the sound of a zither to curl, and playing a lonely mountain flowing water to meet a bosom friend. Only the guqintai, the charming moon lake is in the breeze, and the fragrance of flowers fascinates the soul of the turtle and snake mountain.
As a result, the summer in a small town is always full of passion, but it is quiet and the stars are shining. In the rape flower, looking back and smiling, are you drunk and thin?
In the spring of the small town, it is a beautiful woman with a variety of customs and elegant fragrance.
You see, the artificial lake is full of clear water, the reflection of the white tower of the arch bridge, birds passing by from time to time, the peaches and plums on the shore of the lake are competing for each other, and even the magnolia is quietly blooming with pure youth. Shili Quyang River, if the scenery is Guilin, the sculptures, flowers, trees and grasslands on the banks are so vivid and full of fresh colors. I measured this town with my feet for the first time. It turns out that the town has been so beautiful inadvertently! In the spring of the small town, I was drunk with a numb heart!
Spring breeze blows through the branches, breathing the light and warm air, watching ten miles of flowers bloom, watching beautiful girls take selfies, peach-colored plum blossoms dripping, embracing the town with those flowery smiles, and witnessing the spring blooming in everyone's heart!
The town is beautiful, and the four seasons are full of songs, just waiting for us to fall asleep; Fold in green plums, soak in a pot of spring tea, and slowly walk away in every corner of the town with time. ...