In the morning, the air is full of joy, and there is My Sweetie's caress in the morning breeze. The bus glided forward smoothly and quickly, galloping on the avenue leading to Taoyuan, and the street trees standing on both sides retreated like soldiers ready to go.
But seeing the brilliant sunshine weaving a brocade overhead, the surrounding fields are green and full of fresh eyes, and the meaning of spring is getting stronger and deeper. There are golden rape flowers in Huang Cancan, which spread on the earth in a freehand manner and are a picture of nature.
I feel that I am flying in the boundless green field and floating in the fragrant breeze. My mind is extremely free, my mind is extremely open, and people forget all the aging of time and space ... I don't know how long it has been. It is not so much that we found a peach grove in the distance as that a peach grove saw us in the distance.
Friends should jump up happily, get off the bus and jump into a pink fairyland.
In spring, clusters of peach blossoms bloom brilliantly, like a girl in a pink princess dress. The breeze blew, and they kept swaying in a graceful state of mind, and their light dance was tempting. There are also some small buds sipping their lips and looking happy and angry. I don't know when they will laugh out loud, as if they were lovers!
Look around, take any corner, and there is a picture embedded in the frame. People can't help wondering whether there are countless pink notes hanging between heaven and earth. In the performance of the spring breeze, the whole world is intoxicated like drinking wine. ...
Birds are the most gossipy, or in groups of three or five, or in pairs, whispering, wondering whether they are judging us or guessing the minds of flowers; There are also a few hardworking bees, busy collecting nectar between peach blossoms, ready to go back and brew desserts; Only butterflies are the most leisurely. Dressed in enchanting colors, like delicate ladies, they invited friends to take their companions out for an outing. Warm wind blows in my heart, and falling petals and sunshine occasionally brush my cheeks. It's a kiss of spring!
Nature will always be the purest and greatest work of art. Look at the distant green hills, the delicious grass nearby, the flat and spacious land, the houses, and the fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry and bamboo. Traffic is busy, and chickens and dogs hear each other. "If you are locked in a cage for a long time, you will return to nature"-no matter how withered your years are, can you not be excited at this moment? Can you not rejuvenate?
I am walking happily in the peach blossom, I don't know where to go ... Great happiness has completely forgotten all the sadness and pain.
Finally, I stopped in front of a peach tree in the morning glow. It should be tied with pink peach blossoms! There is a poem that says: peaches fly away and burn their glory. But seeing petals that are tender than rouge and smudged than the morning glow is vaguely like the encounter of the first lover, especially shy, particularly emotional and particularly charming.
"Famous flowers fall in love and smile like kings" ... "Peach blossoms set each other off in red" ... "Tears are lightly dyed, and there are still traces of rosy clouds and dew" ...
It can be seen that when a poet sees beautiful flowers, the first thing he thinks of is beauty! They stood in the wind, touching; They are conceiving poetic language, they are praying for picturesque scenery, and they are singing sweet songs with various customs ...
I stood in the shade for a long time and felt that I had a lot to say-
I always think that peach blossoms must be the first guests invited in spring. They go to the appointment in early spring hand in hand with spring breeze and spring rain, but they pass by in a short song ... So they think of an irresistible tragedy in time and space and think of "Daiyu burying flowers"-the unfortunate beauty Lin Daiyu in A Dream of Red Mansions, and it is peach blossoms that are buried. The enchanting poem "Peach Blossom Garden" is also a portrayal of her short and sad life.
Facing their beauty, like Sister Lin, I had hoped to hold their elegant sleeves, keep their hurried lotus steps, and fantasize that their charm would stay on the stage of spring forever. ...
Who knows that good flowers don't bloom often and good times don't last forever? All good things are always fleeting? For example, rainbows, fireworks, sunsets ... the most beautiful ones only bloom in a flash?
Yes, all good things are short-lived, but what is eternal? How far is forever? Wealth, health and beauty, fame and wealth ... all these things, no one wants. But short-term possession often costs more and more trouble. Just like a person's life, we take something away every day and give it up; What you gain, you lose.
In other words, the most beautiful ending of flowers is to offer a cavity of love to the dark soil after gorgeous, so there is the beauty of "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers more"! Just? Because beauty is so short-lived, it is especially precious! Yes, after all, they left us a warmth, a melody and an unreserved memory ... just like my youth-the river of years is drifting away with my youth, which is an undeniable and unchangeable natural law.
In the long river of life, its life is limited, and it is a cloud in the blink of an eye. Happiness and pain are never eternal, just a process! Going to Qiu Lai is spring all year round, so going back and forth has its own advantages and disadvantages. What is there to be pessimistic about? Regular, even unfortunate, is not the most sad. If we are disappointed and unwilling to give up because of this, we might as well go deep into this short period and get a rich and fresh aesthetic feeling.
Looking at this path in the sun again, there is a secret and mysterious happiness pulling me. The spring breeze remains the same, just like lovers printing a kiss on the horizon. I closed my eyes and opened my arms, melting my whole body and mind into the warmth of March. ...