In the afternoon of early spring, the sun shines on the sycamore tree that is gradually turning green. The scattered old leaves and round hanging bells sway, as if there is a sound.
Several unknown birds flew into the courtyard and flew over the roof, emitting sweet chirps, which were much more subtle and lively than the magpie's song.
The figure of the willow tree is gradually stretching. The willow branches with swollen buds are swaying gently in the wind, giving off a faint spring feeling. That soft demeanor can't bear to move after just one glance. It has always attracted you, and you want to go and see how many buds it has produced, and whether it has sprouted new green.
I have to say that among the four seasons, I like the seasonal changes in spring the most. When a solar term comes, there is always a different kind of joy.
No, the rainy season has just passed, and the number of idle clouds in the sky has obviously increased. Thin as gauze, as thin as silk, thick as cotton, with different postures and slow steps. But it seems that there are many touching stories hidden, and with the warm sunshine, one can tell them all day long.
The humidity of the air has also increased significantly. It's moist and very comfortable. On a sunny day, take a deep breath of this air, and the feeling of comfort will go straight to the bottom of your heart. Then, it spreads throughout the body, causing the slightly stiff limbs that have just escaped from the cold to instantly relax a lot. The refreshing feeling is like drinking a cup of sweet spring when you are thirsty.
This early spring and this afternoon show the simplicity and beauty of all things in the world. A ray of light, a leaf, a tree shaking, a bird chirping, will give people enough sense of stability and peace. Suddenly, you will feel that the turmoil of the world is really shallow, so shallow that compared with the tranquility and simplicity of this world, it is really out of reach. We may even feel that our so-called non-stop busyness has disturbed the purity and beauty of everything in this world.
He squinted his eyes, leaned half sideways, and sat under the window. Look at the sunshine, gently passing through the floating clouds, slanting warmly into the window, quietly painting hypnotic pictures on the east wall.
I just crossed my arms on my chest and let the warm sun soothe me. I was faintly intoxicated in the embrace of the warm sun in early spring. It was quiet, warm, and somehow out of the world. feeling.
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