The bright sunshine is filled with fuzzy warm fog, faint, faint and ethereal. It seems that every plant in bud, or a flower blooming in the wind, or even a small flying insect flapping its wings, is releasing a disturbing breath, moist and gentle, absorbing the sporadic drizzle at night into the heart that has been dormant for a winter. It doesn't mean to disturb anyone's spring. It kisses the earth with the rain and quietly blends into the rhythm of all life.
At this time, it is spring, and although a hundred flowers are blooming, it is not appropriate to describe it with a thick brush. In the distant background, only the plowman wearing hemp fiber and hat, carrying wicker and driving wet healthy cattle, let the iron-black plow fly out of the dazzling waves. Not far away, the willows are swaying in the wind, and the piccolo on the back of the cow makes a melodious melody, which permeates the stream with fine grass and breeze.
At this time of spring, it is only suitable for a person to sit in a quiet starry night and listen to the rushing stream gurgling out of the sea. Looking at the mountain spring left by Ding Dong, a waterfall hangs on a thin rock, looming in the forest. The cool breeze stirred up a crazy wave in the jungle. Sometimes at night, children cry and feel sad. Your spring and green clothes rustle and wind. Accompanied by heroism. Fade in and out of the beautiful shadow of Chunshan. Moss has been covered with fallen leaves, and the cold pool water reflects the bright moon alone. There is nowhere to see the shadow of returning geese. I don't need to know everything. I walked through the forest and left no trace of me in the depths of the forest.
A tree flower and a tree poem are too extravagant and ostentatious for me. I can't express all the gorgeous skirts, and my heart is instantly furious. But when I think about falling on the floor and leaving Anh Hong, what do tears feel like? I only wish that quiet inside, still flowing away, has no attachments. It is an anxious desire, a kind of flowing with fate. Trees can be folded, flowers can fall easily, but what about grass? Stay humble, come and go with each season, and you will be reborn.
In this spring, we can also see our yearning for the moon people and awaken our long-lost feelings. It is always the hometown of Yuen Long that overflows. Under the lamp, the loving mother, with a strong feeling, did her best to send her son to Wan Li. The mother doesn't expect much, as long as the shoes fit her son's feet. My father's face is full of wind and frost, and his love for reading remains unchanged. She was carrying an old book, and she recited it in a clear voice.
This kind of spring makes the mountains and rivers affectionate, makes the vegetation interesting, makes me meditate slowly and indulge myself.