Author: Yan Chixia 20 17 February 12 09:36
I feel the sunshine flowing.
The bird's nest on the poplar is full of sounds.
That's the key to spring, hiding the sound of nature.
Turn the fantasy of the forest into a sonata
Children are running on the frozen river.
You can imagine the joy of fish being frightened.
There is no explosion of spring thunder, a green lawn.
Can welcome the arrival of light and beauty.
The mind is the place where spring begins.
Then the blue sky changed the background of the years
Then the warm wind unbuttoned the season.
Willow's long hair lingers with faint sadness.
Just like the beginning of love, it is full of obscurity and poetry.
Through the mottled tree shadows, spring is within reach.
20 17 February 1 1 Beijing