There is no spring in the desert, only rainy season and dry season. Where is my spring?
Last night, a timely rain (let's call it spring rain) wetted the desert, the spring and the unexpected heart.
I opened the carefully planted small vegetable garden, with red flowers and green leaves and yellow fruit and pink calyx. The second bloom, I opened the spring.
There can be no rain in spring, but how can there be no green? The rain trotted all the way. It didn't know that its arrival made Miss Chun open her rippling heart and drank the spring.
Second, stare at the spring.
Unknown pink flowers fill my eyes (I call them peach blossoms) and sit down and stare every day. I didn't know that a sandstorm would take away their charming smiles that day.
Those who should go must go and those who should come must come. Don't forget that we were together.
A pair of pigeons flew around on a lonely winter day, attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of them, stopped to watch and whispered. Maybe they were planning this is their wedding room and accidentally put in an iron cage.
The next day, a pair of pigeons trying to escape struggled thousands of times and finally died in a cage.
Perhaps, it has not had time to praise: the face is as beautiful as a peach blossom.
Can people's hearts be as bright red as peach blossoms?
Third, tell spring.
I can't see the opposite world clearly, I can't see strange ideas clearly, I can't find my lost tenderness, I can't find my dreams, so I just ignore all this.
Year after year, pine needles are dropped and sent again. Flowers bloom and fall.
Day after day, the morning sun rises, the dew falls, and the young leaves spit out new buds.
I might as well learn from Daiyu to bury flowers and pine branches and dream of having a dream of red mansions next year.
There are many dreams in the red chamber, and there are many dreams in the red chamber.
Fourth, bid farewell to spring.
Outside, there is a rustling wind and sand.
Take a sip of your mouth, and the years will come out, with bitterness and sweetness.
An eagle flew in, shook off its voice and said, where are the flowers? How can I comfort my injured wings?
I put a basin of water and a basin of rice in front of the house. Pigeons and eagles in the distance want to stop?
I have cultivated a piece of green land. Maybe it will turn golden in summer.