Aesthetics of March Prose Poems

March was inadvertently involved in time, the elegance of pear flowers, the softness of apricot flowers, the confusion of green slopes and the breath of growth.

The' March' of the Year of the Sheep is said to be cross-century. After the first month, it will enter March, once in a hundred years.

The structure of March in the south where I used to go was not obvious, and the temperature difference was different from my hometown in the north.

Just experienced the cold, everything is new and clear.

Generally, peach blossoms will bloom a little later. Against the backdrop of tender buds, the pink and green scenery is very beautiful and imaginative.

In the north, peach blossoms bloom, barren slopes turn green, and wild mountains seem ready to move, but they are neither arrogant nor impetuous, nor slow or lazy.

Waiting for the spring rain that moistens the green fields to come.

The following Tomb-Sweeping Day is mostly in March. Why do you always come with thoughts and spring tides?

That year, when the Great Northern Wilderness was warm and the south was lush, on the Qingming day, I leaned against the south and knelt down to the north, with tears in my eyes.

The city is red and green, the osmanthus trees are fragrant, and the Lijiang River is misty and rainy.

It is rainy in spring in northern Guangxi, and it enters the rainy season in March. The spring rain is lingering and affectionate.

Thick rain and fog, low on the water, level as a mirror, with faint ripples, clearly reflects the beautiful images of the city and green trees.

The secluded path by the lake is a good scenery with green vines and osmanthus hidden deep in the lake in early spring.

In the drizzling spring rain, my thoughts seem to linger and rise with the thin rain. ...

It is windy in March in the north, with soft and hard customs, willow drooping, bud blooming and everything waking up.

Born in March, cared for in March, March is also the season for rabbits to fall in love.