A fresh and rich background like ink painting.
Walking on the wet path in the morning dew, the unknown flowers nodded gently. The wet surface is warmed by the warm sunshine, just like the tired body is coated with magical ointment.
Life is moving from awakening to prosperity-whether it is the master in the dark or the reincarnation of nature, everything is a reality.
Who would have thought that yesterday was a cold, snowy and lonely wilderness with only a few leaves of Chimonanthus praecox? Today, countless graceful branches are fluttering in the wind, competing for novelty and colorful-spring is a revolution, and the starting point of life is stipulated by incredible power.
Who won't be intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of him: the black hawk spreads its wings and soars under the flat sky, which is above everything else; Whitebait swims in the swift river, splashing for food; The yellowbird flapped its wings and stepped on a string of cheerful notes on the tender treetops; Swallows come into the room, magpies rap, cuckoos talk, beautiful butterflies dance ... Those silent lives rooted in the soil express themselves with gorgeous colors: tall and slender cypresses are like an umbrella that can be opened at any time; Thick and greasy moss covered the vicissitudes of bluestone; Purple-brown Toona sinensis absorbs the rain in the sky and the water in the ground, and it grows up with all its strength; Lake blue vines climb the branches; Morning glory winds and spits new flowers along the wall; Unwilling to be lonely, the apricot in the yard poked its head out and looked at the excitement outside. ...
Oh, don't ignore the busy farming and turn a blind eye to the beautiful lotus hoe posture. Hunting for strange imagination, enjoying the pleasure of plowing up fertile soil and inserting seedlings into Yun Lan. Spring is the season of sowing, and it contains infinite hope of harvest.
My soul unconsciously immersed in a thick atmosphere, in a trance. A slight spring breeze blew and promised each other silently. What are you not satisfied with? I asked myself, especially to say goodbye to the gray past. Spring is the hero's Prometheus. I think vitality is his most precious and eternal gift to mankind.