Spring in the countryside
My hometown, on the bank of the Miluo River in Dongting Lake, is full of songs. A mountain village with no obvious purpose, but in spring, flowers bloom and birds sing, and the villagers are very busy.
In the spring of the small village, everything seems particularly vibrant and energetic. Tender buds, quietly emerged from the gravel, opened MengMeng's eyes and looked for this beautiful world everywhere. Dawn pushed open the door, put on her coat and went out. The village looks so peaceful and calm, and the curtains in the mirror are full of expectations.
The towering mountains are faintly visible in the trance, and the hillside is full of plum blossoms with a long-lost faint fragrance. We watched, in fact, with a little shy water drops between the stamens, a few leaves with filar silk fluff, dotted with elegant and lonely flowers, which means that we don't want to sweep the edge. Maybe it's time to sprout new leaves through the spring rain last night! In spring, everything recovers, but the weather is too hot, bees are flying, butterflies are dancing and buzzing, the spring breeze is blowing gently, birds are singing and flowers are overflowing ... When dusk comes, it becomes so quiet and peaceful here, only occasionally I see warm lights in several houses. Everything pours out another hymn of new life on this calm night.
An old hut, dotted between green mountains and green waters, stands quietly, adding some long-lost memories. There stands a towering old tree next to the hut, and the tree of the sky is unyielding and stretching. In the meantime, a few naughty birds happily went back and forth between the branches. In front of my eyes, a bamboo forest suddenly appeared, with bright bamboo joints and tender bamboo leaves, extending straight and stubbornly. At this time, the sky becomes pure and clear, tender leaves are scattered on the hillside, and the air is full of the smell of spring fermentation, sweet and soft. "Bamboo is dharma body, and yellow flowers are just prajna". I seem to be contaminated with the fairy spirit of this mountain and the aura of water, and my steps have become light.
Standing on the hillside, leaning down, yellow rape flowers are everywhere. The sun is red and cauliflower is golden. When you look at it, it becomes an ocean of flowers. Beautiful colors, such as colored ink, reflect the flame, brilliant and beautiful. After a while, the wind blew, and the sea of flowers swayed with the wind, slowly coming with flowers and infiltrating the whole spring. Of course, it also attracts many primary school students who come from all directions to watch and swim in it. Beautiful!
But who knows, this virgin flower, which was originally covered with a bright yellow coat, did not know when it became the lining of another person.
Not far away, there is a free and easy shadow wandering among the flowers. I guess it's a woman looking for a touch of spring in this blue-eyed day! The yellow-green blurred flower sea is a woman in white. Oh, walking gently, looking back for a long time, the lady's toothless little smile, the long hair, the red lips, the Kurome ... That very thin and soft hand gently stroked the thin stamen of the oil painting flower, leaned down, felt the warm floral fragrance overflowing from the stamen, and spilled a gentle and intoxicating smile on her face, which seemed so fierce and beautiful compared with that. Beauty is a little adorable and daunting, and it won't harden your heart when you look at it from a distance. I'm afraid this picture was only revealed in my dream the night before! Now, it is a great thing for me to see it in this place.
The grass is green, the flowers are fragrant, the mountains are green, and the water is beautiful. The moment when the cool wind blows and floats across the cheeks, it also brings the deep silence and stability accumulated by this small village for a long time to the side.
At dusk, across the outdated pane of the old house, overlooking the distant castle peak, the green pulse, the ribbon left by the sunset behind the castle peak, the smoke curling not far away, the grandmother next door is sitting around the stove with her sleeping grandson, and the warm orange fire reflects the sleeping face of the child ... and so on. These are repeated landscapes that have been revealed in previous dreams.
In the south of China, there is such a lovely spring, which is a season of expectation, affection, romance, life and love, and it is also a beautiful season.