Text/Photo By Zhang Yaozhong
Strange, the spring breeze is rising again. When valentine's day roses were shelved in the pyrotechnic streets, I knew that spring was really coming.
The thick tulips wrapped around the dust and smoke awakened my long old dreams, softened this originally thin world, amazed me with a plain as watery years, all sentient beings are not sentimental, and the story of the first sight is staged beautifully at the time of this flower, with beautiful expectations and affectionate money. Fate is determined by three lives, strange encounters, déjà vu, without words, affectionately looking at each other, it is very beautiful. Encounter, in the time of a flower, meet like the first sight, like the return of the deceased.
Hou Xiaoping: Member of Gansu Artists Association, Deputy Secretary-General of Pingliang Artists Association, Chairman of Pingliang Female Calligraphy and Painting Association, Vice President of Gansu Longdong Calligraphy and Painting Institute. Senior art teacher of Pingliang No.3 Middle School. He is good at freehand landscapes and characters, flowers and birds painting. His works have participated in national, provincial and municipal calligraphy and painting exhibitions and won awards.
The scent of roses was still lingering on the tip of yesterday's nose, and at this moment I heard time hiding in the corner of the wall in the early spring whispering to the east wind, it must have peeked into my heart one day, and was triumphantly showing off it. Time is constantly aging in the palm prints, the February outside the window has sprouted new shoots, the willow wind is mixed with the sound of mountains and rivers thawing, I lean in front of the window, and watch a flower event rise and fall in the cycle of time and shade. Reaching out to pick a wisp of spring light for rhyme, sitting in the depths of time, folding ten miles of peach blossoms to cook wine, writing a book of drunken flowers and sending the years, strange to the beauty of that blossom, accompanied by the rain of the years in the flow of ancient agarwood.