When I entered this March, I received spring flowers. In my city, time also brings some warmth. When the wind came, those flowers woke up in a gentle kiss, and the flowers blushed shyly, one by one. I just inadvertently looked back and walked into an encounter with spring. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the birds are singing, the breeze is singing, the river is flowing freely in the sun, and the willows on the shore are also spitting out buds.
In the clear rhyme of March, the wind blows softly into the distance, as if a pair of girls' hands were touching the world; The flowers are fragrant, and the white, pink and red petals bloom in the wind. The sky is blue, as blue as the sea. White clouds fly lightly in the air, and occasionally there are some naughty raindrops, secretly kissing flowers and plants and the earth from time to time.
I haven't figured out how to welcome spring yet, and spring has come slowly. Everything in spring is beautiful. A pool of water, a tree, a leaf, a flower and a grass are all picturesque, bringing vitality and hope to nature and making people feel the life and rhythm of everything in the world. It is for this reason that spring is the most colorful season of all seasons.
Spring blossoms. On the shore of spring, I stood in the wind and looked forward, watching the willows flying and tasting a wisp of flowers. Guess who is telling stories or singing love songs for spring with that flowery voice ... Immersed in the reverie of spring, every breath will have a warm fragrance blooming in my heart.
Spring is a poem, and poetry ripples in the eyes of spring. When you walk into the word' spring' in Tang poetry and Song poetry, it is even more beautiful. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo/the duck prophet in the warm river/the reed buds on the ground are short/just as the puffer fish is eager to go up. Spring in the night view of the Hui Chong Riverside is so fresh, comfortable and poetic. A short eave under the shadow of ancient trees/a vine and thistle helped me cross the bridge east/stained my clothes for apricot blossom rain/cold willow blew my face. In the quatrains, the poet experienced a beautiful and vibrant spring in his plays.
Walking on strangers in spring, bathed in bright sunshine, breathing the breath of grass and earth, let my thoughts drift in a wisp of wind. In the breeze, the flowers whisper softly, making the heart so quiet and soft. At this moment, I just want to enjoy the gentleness of the wind and the fragrance of flowers. In this spring, I can taste the beauty of life and the quiet beauty of time, which fills my heart with gorgeous scenery, distant places and poems.
People have been walking and running all their lives. If they are tired, they will stop to have a rest in spring. In colorful spring, they will watch Hua Hudie, listen to the wind and write, let the sunshine charm your smile and let the flowers dye your heart. In this way, they will be stranded in the world of mortals, forget their troubles and sorrows, make all experiences a kind of growth, and all reviews are a little smile.
Deep between the eyebrows, there is a clear spring. I like spring, and I like to collect all the beautiful things in spring. I turned these beautiful things into words on my fingertips, which fell on the poems of the years, shallow and faint, but dyed with fragrance.
This spring, I want to choose a quiet afternoon, in the depths of the courtyard, to enjoy the light of this spring, not to say sadness or joy, not to say affection, to be an elegant and graceful woman, raise my head, kiss the face of the wind, lower my eyebrows, smell the flowers, sit quietly, gently brush my pen and write a beautiful poem for spring.