Walking in the fields. The sky is blue, high and clear, just like a huge picture of wisdom. The sunny golden knife is yellow, round and warm, quietly hanging high in the blue sky, sprinkling warm light. Like a pair of gentle hands, gently touching my body and face makes people warm and comfortable. I quietly enjoy this godsend opportunity. Canxue climbed into a pale gray color before my eyes, and the dazzling sunshine pitted it like a knife, losing its original aesthetic feeling. Cher lowered her eyes, curled up and silently endured the heart-wrenching pain with tears in her eyes. The remnant snow in the distance is only a thin layer, and the faintly visible ground is exposed. Light green floats on it like smoke.
The spring breeze slightly carries the breath of spring, permeates the air, and the faint fragrance goes straight to the nose, which makes people feel refreshed. It seems that my heart opens at the touch of a button, exposed to the warm spring breeze, quietly bathed in the warmth of the sun, a trace of warmth slowly rises, condenses into deep love in my heart, and flies with the spring breeze in the dream of March. I seem to have wings, flying in the sky like a bird, leisurely chasing my dreams. Let the endless spring thoughts turn into spring rain and nourish a loving spring.
Gently shake off the noise of yesterday. Let the spring breeze sweep away the restlessness in my heart, stretch my stiff legs and feet like an old tree and dance with the spring breeze. Quietly listening to the beautiful sound of birds, penetrating the silent Yuan Ye, like a spring song, soothing the soul. Cheer with the grass, embrace the spring breeze and enjoy the warmth quietly. Looking at the snow reluctantly, it melted into a drop and dripped all over the floor, and then quietly left, feeling lost in my heart. The beauty of spring is like a stream, flowing quietly from the heart. Depressed heart is as transparent and pure as washing, like a bright moon, emitting silver light.
The spring breeze in March, like a girl's soft sleeves, dances softly in the forest, caresses the grass, kisses the river and embraces the warm sunshine like spring. The wind gently blows through my heart, and my heart feels relaxed and comfortable, a little high. People can't help but think of that song: "Warm wind makes tourists drunk, and Hangzhou becomes Bianzhou." A famous poem. What an intoxicating spring breeze! Deeply immersed in the reverie of spring, unconsciously, the afterglow of the sunset has come. The red glow smeared on the hazy green Yuan Ye. Pieces of residual snow reflect red light, which permeates the air around red mist and is beautiful.