Flowers in April are full of fragrant seasons. As always, you stood in front of the door, waiting for my return, as always serene and lonely. When you see my little back in the line of sight, you smile, like a spring jasmine in bud, implicitly. You enthusiastically stepped forward and took my schoolbag, gently leaning me on your shoulder. Rough hands stroked my hair, as if asking me why I came back so late. I went shopping and came back late. I'm sorry I stuck out my tongue to explain to you, but you smiled implicitly. Eyebrow wrinkles are also deeply wrinkled, one after another.
Flowers in April are full of gentle flavor, and you, who are always gentle, are not ordinary. After learning my grades, you slapped me a few times. The red handprint made my face red, and my heart broke like those five horizontal prints. I ran out of the house and it began to rain in Mao Mao. I fell in love with wet, I don't know whether it is rain or tears, and it is not a taste to flow into my mouth.
I curled up in the corner of the alley, like a withered flower, tottering in the rain. Didn't you just miss the exam? I thought I was not convinced, so I grabbed the wild flowers next to me and threw them in the distance, but they were still destroyed in the rain. I just looked at the withered flower and suddenly found that I seemed to be abandoned like it. I stood there, motionless, wondering if it would be a rainbow after the storm.
Flowers bloom in April, and the flowers are still in the rain. You walked down the street with an umbrella, calling my name anxiously, one after another, shaking my heart. You are standing alone on the side of the road, the rain seems to swallow you up, your legs have been wet by the rain, and your eyes keep searching around, as if to find out my figure. But you don't know that behind you, there are a pair of sad eyes staring at you. You are sitting at the door in despair, and your white lips are still calling my name. Your haggard figure is like a lost person, and I don't know what to do. I am waiting to see your lonely figure, and there are two more tears in two wet tears. You still care about me, don't you? Isn't that budding winter jasmine just looking forward to a warm spring?
I can't help running into your arms, hugging you hard, and tears gushed like spring water. You stared at me blankly, then suddenly hugged me at a loss and said in a hoarse voice, "Where have you been?" Scared mom to death! Don't do this next time, okay? "I nodded in ignorance and regretted my behavior just now.
The rain stopped, and the warm sunshine shone through the layers of dark clouds, which made my heart warm. The branches of the winter jasmine to be released have been warmed and bloomed by the sunshine, and the faint fragrance has floated into my nose and heart!
Flowers bloom in April, flowers bloom, and clusters of warm flowers are floating in the wind. In front of that door is not a lonely back, but two backs that snuggle up to each other, one tall and one short, one big and one small, savoring the flowers and blooming in their hearts!
April, a beautiful season, will bloom in spring if you like. ...