?Amidst the sound of firecrackers bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, warm spring comes quietly. I long to find her traces and retain her beauty.
?I can’t get enough of the fresh green that fills the mountains and plains with vitality. I can’t get enough of the vibrant sight of thousands of dead trees flourishing in spring. I can’t get enough of seeing the brilliant colors of purple and red shining among the green bushes. I can't get enough of the warm spring breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers. I can't get enough of the fresh earthy smell exuding in the vast fields. I can’t get enough of the beautiful melody of a hundred birds chirping. I can't get enough of hearing the gurgling stream. I can't get enough of the sound of spring rain that is as poetic as dreams, as smoke as songs. I am drunk, drunk in this dreamlike wonderland, drunk in this infinitely beautiful spring scenery. The blue sky is shining, the clouds are leisurely, the birds are soaring, the green trees are sprouting, spring flowers are blooming, and the insects are singing. This was a long-lost picture, but when it came to life in front of me, I was afraid of being frightened away, so I had to appreciate it cautiously, lest it be fleeting.
? Spring is the best of the four seasons, the splendor of spring, the enthusiasm of summer, the tranquility of autumn, and the nobility of winter. They give humans many wonderful reveries. I love all kinds of beautiful things given by nature, but my love for them will never be as great as my fascination with spring!
?In this day of gentle spring breeze, in this bright spring light, in this season of revival of all things. I don’t want to ferry myself around in front of the computer. I take my camera, step on the soft soil, bathe in the warm atmosphere, go over the mountains and ridges to embrace nature, let my body and mind be immersed in these wonderful days, and forget about the colorful world. Annoyance, leaving a wonderful memory in life. Capture the blooming of every little flower, the sprouting of every grass, and the travel of every insect, and put them into the photo album with care.
?Maybe it’s because I am a beauty lover! In this season, all those who love beauty will take off their thick and bloated cotton clothes and show off their charming figures, like the graceful willow trees swaying in the spring breeze. The colorful long skirts and short skirts give women infinite softness and all kinds of charm, and the tender female beauty is vividly displayed. This passionate season, this poetic season, brings endless reverie to people. A breeze, a thin cloud, a mountain flower, and a piece of grass were all written by those literati with lofty ideals in their poems and engraved on the milestones of their lives.
?Because the whole year begins with spring. In this beautiful spring, people are running for a living without slacking off. Since then, spring has contained good wishes in people's busy life, and the meaning of spring has been interpreted and sublimated. On such a beautiful day, who would be willing to let time fly by? Everyone will have beautiful expectations and practice the dream that is not far away.
In such a rare season, people will not let time flow by. They work on their own fertile soil, shed sweat and sow hope!
Nature has given mankind such rich gifts, what reason do we have to refuse? Whenever spring comes, I carry my luggage and camera, and imprint its various poses and charms in my photo album, leaving them in the long river of my life and engraved in the depths of my memory!
?"Spring" is really here, let's go to the wild to look for it!