Remember, this apricot forest in my childhood; remember, the spring rain of apricot blossoms.
In March, the spring breeze blows, the flowers are whispering, the greenery is overflowing, and the dust is full of fragrance. Unconsciously, it is the flower viewing season again. When spring is at its peak, it can be intoxicating, and when love is at its peak, it can be intoxicating. The apricot blossoms are so delicate when they bloom, how can they match the love of the spring rain.
Standing at the intersection in March, waiting for a spring rain to arrive as scheduled. When I woke up in the morning, I didn't know when it was pattering outside the window, and it had already started to drizzle. The rain all night moistened my childhood dreams. They were the wings of longing, light and hazy, making my heart seem to be glowing with bright green. It was the affectionate confession in the silence of this time, the distant horizon. , filling the sky with lingering mist and rain, gently swaying the ink paintings of Jiangnan.
Open the window of March. The spring rain is lingering, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant. The spring rain floats thinly, as if it is afraid that the new green that has just escaped the winter and came to the world will be frightened. It always blows gently and thinly, smoothly nourishing all things and the faces of flowers. When she leans in, she is extremely charming. Is it the whisper of the spring breeze or the delicate spring rain that in such a short moment stimulated the splendor of the apricot blossom branches. Suddenly, he didn't have time to breathe, and he was covered by these loving eyes and wet gaze.
A poetic encounter, who falls in love at first sight. The spring rain makes the apricot blossoms more delicate, and the apricot blossoms make the spring rain more sentimental. The quiet fragrance of flowers fills the nostrils with the misty love of spring. It is light and hazy, both real and illusory. Suddenly, the sky and the ground become fresh and elegant. The apricot blossoms after the rain are "tickled" as if they are drunk. They are extremely beautiful and beautiful. I felt ashamed. The sudden gathering in this place is whether Lei'er is holding the raindrops in her eyes with deep love, or the raindrops are holding Leier reluctantly. Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew, and the apricot trees were in bud. The dewdrops swayed as if they were about to fall. A kind of freshness, a kind of tranquil atmosphere, light and agile, just like the stream quietly and slowly brewing in the air, making people mesmerized.
Tangled around the fingertips of fleeting time, it spread into drizzle and accidentally fell on the ink paper. At this moment, I really want to just listen to the falling flowers and flowing water, and let time flow slowly. Then when the fragrance of spring comes, and you are involved in this dream of apricot blossoms and spring rain, will you wake up? With the breeze and drizzle lingering in my arms, are Nong Qian's drunken eyes willing to open? The book is clear and distant, dipped in a wisp of floral fragrance. This extremely lingering sound of rain, in such a light rhyme, holds a picture of the eternal blue water, or awakens all the dormant dreams in the heart, and is showered with the poetry and moistness of the spring rain. Butterflies flit across the flowers, and the tip of the pen touches the soul. At that moment, time is a refreshing surprise. Where does she live in this heart, and where does the person stay? Does that mean that I don’t want to meet the most beautiful you in the most beautiful years, or am I willing to accompany you in these tender years?
Light footsteps can always awaken some memories. My heart beats softly, and in the soft breeze and drizzle, the apricot blossoms lie quietly in the wind. In this way, I indulge in a season of affection and create a beautiful romantic encounter. Then this apricot blossom, whose love does she dazzle with? Whose eyes have been moisturized by this spring rain? What the heck, I'm waiting for you in the light rain of apricot blossoms, but this slanting wind and drizzle can't wet my heart of waiting for you. The world of mortals is long, but I can’t get tired of my pursuit. Oh, it turns out that waiting for you is just for the heart-to-heart encounter between smiles, the connection that enters the heart at a glance, and the affectionate companionship in the depths of time.
A drop of rain falls on the palm, and a shadow is shattered; a drop of rain stands on the brow, and the world becomes wet. The time is clear and light, and the rain is falling like a continuous rain. The love is deep, the rain is misty, and there is so much lingering in the mist. "The spring flowers are blooming with dreams, and the apricot flowers are waiting for you in the light rain." "After the rain, the sun is setting, and the apricot flowers are scattered and fragrant." The affectionate gaze is light and sprouting, thousands of clouds and smoke, and the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating. There is a kind of fate that keeps giving up, which is called a thousand years. That startling glance, the momentary heartbeat, the reunion of souls, the most beautiful encounter of human nature, the moment when the eyes meet, will it be cut off from now on to listen to a person, the brush begins, the story is ink, "In the sparse shadow of the apricot blossom, the flute arrives Daybreak. ”
Life, light joy, quiet love. A trail of flowers smells full of love. After the rain, the spring breeze blows, the feelings are lingering, the apricot blossoms sway, and the fragrance of flowers hits the world in March, with countless fragrances. Perhaps, only this light rain on the apricot blossoms left the apricot blossoms with a gentle and infatuated face. Then you might as well keep the most natural state of life, feel life with your heart, soak in the rain and spring light, let the charm of life flow in the bright spring scenery, the wind is full, the rain is moist, the rain is clear, the rain is clear, and some touches can be dark from time to time. The fragrance blows on the sleeves and fills the heart. Immersed in the spring rain of apricot blossoms in March, perhaps, this season, I just wish that before the flowers wither, before the rain subsides, you never leave, and that all the scenery I experience will become the warmest touch deep in my heart, which will always be there. My heart is filled with fragrance.
When picking up the fragments of time, there is always a scene, it’s just the past. Just like the flowers blooming on this tree and the rain falling, Shaochun gradually unfolds this beautiful picture. Then please don’t forget whose piccolo sounded, blowing up a pool of spring water? There is smoke on the waves, and the branches are slightly green. The wind shakes the dew flowers, and the lingering fragrance makes you want to be drunk. Then who can hold on to these fleeting flowers and encroaching feelings forever? Maybe, on the road, in the world of mortals, we only meet once, but in our hearts we experience thousands of times. We should all be grateful, grateful for the little bits and pieces of the passing years that have brought us the unique warm and detailed beautiful time.
Time is an affectionate poem. You and me at the end of the world, smile and smear the tranquility and tenderness deep in the soul. Perhaps, no matter how difficult the journey is, as long as there is a kind and warm companionship, we will not be afraid of the cold and fleeting years after the smoke and clouds disappear, and time will eventually give each other the warmest treatment. Or, time flies too fast, and there is no future. It is too late to lament the rush, and you have already turned around and disappeared. However, we still have to firmly believe that Nong will eventually be treated warmly by the world. Happiness is just late, but she will never be absent. Then you might as well give yourself a warm spring and blooming flowers. A gentle pen and ink will plant poetry in every fragrant petal, sprinkle freshness, leave the spring rain of apricot blossoms, and remember the apricot forest in childhood.
Editor’s note: The text is graceful and graceful, using the scenery to express emotions, and delicately describing the beauty of the spring scenery in March, just like a beautiful gouache painting, which makes the text more flexible and vibrant, giving readers the imagination to follow the strokes of the text. The space blends the deepest feelings into the apricot blossoms and spring rain. The words are compact and the language is smooth and natural.