Spring is here, the earth is revived, and it is the season of sowing acacia again

Thinking of you, sprinkled in the rain of spring

Text/Yu Civilization

It's just that in the spring, I am bold and embrace the brilliant colors, so I miss you again, obsessed with this amorous world.

This Spring Festival, the continuous rain makes people live a little depressed, the treasurer in the tea house does not have the old shouting, next to the supermarket promotion horn, shrugging his head, standing on the side, looking at the people in pairs, the footsteps are hurried. Not to mention how a small master fell from the third floor before the Spring Festival to help him get through the difficulties, the depressed thing is that running to the hospital every day during the Spring Festival makes people feel palpitations, and no one is willing to go through the intersection of the hospital or go to the hospital in this big New Year. Listening to my colleagues say that after the Spring Festival, February is the spring of Lichun, I think, there should be no winter after the spring, an inexplicable commotion will emerge in the heart.

Push open the window, look up, the breeze blows in an instant, ten miles of peach red, white, blue, purple, that color, that posture, is so enchanting. Clusters, clusters, pieces can not distinguish between east and west, north and south, enchanting people. Greedily take a deep breath, the fragrance of flowers, rubbing into the distant flower-viewing sister wafting female fragrance, incense into the nose, suddenly relaxed, intoxicating, chasing bees and butterflies, all show that life is deeply attached to the earth. The wind was blowing, and I knew it was your gentle greeting, as if, I had seen you coming, I had heard the sound of flowers blooming, and I had seen the jointing of the buds of the branches. Want to be close to your face, hold your throbbing heart to capture the world you have been to, and wait for you to listen to your soothing laughter on the way through.

Although it is already spring and warm flowers, the cold seems to be so strong to attack people, I rub my hands, lightly hold the glasses, suddenly, a cup of sorrow, like a rabbit scratching the heart like jumping on the brow, not easy to see sometimes difficult, feel that time is easy to pass, sigh the world changes, today is still talking and laughing tomorrow to the end of the world. Some people say that once we thought that coming to Japan was long, everything was too late, who knew that the days were subtracted, and after one day, there would be one less day, and time would not flow backwards. No one can tell me why the gathering and dispersion of the world have been together for a long time, and why they have often tormented people.

Spring has come to revive the earth, and it is the season of sowing acacia again. Red beans are born in the southern country, a few branches are sent in the spring, may the king pick more, this thing is the most acacia. For these drifting away from the love of books. Remember that in the spring light, behind the rain curtain, your smile is still so bright, the void is so far away, and the steps are light. I didn't dare to breathe, for fear of the shock between the breath and the breath, like a dream. Rain is the lucky one of spring, spring rain is as expensive as oil, rain is continuous, and just like a silk thread, through the heart of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, in the brahmaputra river flowing sound, issued a low breath. The days made me gasp for breath in this way, feeling the helplessness of this water-like age, the end of the world could not stop the pace of winter leaving, and the former sea dry stone rot interpreted the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn, winter and spring. It just so happens that my heart also blends into the momentum of this spring, and with the encounter, the freshness of the earth is immersed in the heart and lungs, and the heart is no longer cool, mixed with the warm, sweet taste, penetrating the skin, and stepping into the warm spring blossoms.

Spring is an amorous seed, you see, overnight, the spring breeze is triumphant, kissing all the dead yellows, warming the long-lost heart, and the birds that have not yet woken up are also chirping, leaning over to listen to the rain flying up and down the branches. And my life is as busy as this bird, there is no goal, no direction, and I have not calmed myself for a long time, for you and me, I have lost my feelings on the edge of the city, I should also find a good home. The memories of air-dried are fermented in the spring, and a grain of acid quietly falls like this trace of rain. Do you know? I love spring because we met in spring.

I like the beauty of the wind and the beauty of the sun, the birds singing, because under the shade of the locust tree, we sing the husband and wife to return home, because only in the spring, there is this realm, and only then will we release ourselves by the reins. I remember that spring, spring and Jingming, we were dressed in angry horses, hand in hand, hugging through the begonia flower forest, out of the pine waves of Longshan Park, you led me to a place, suddenly a good look is familiar, the towering French plane tree under the house, you told me that opposite is your childhood paradise, that warm orange light, this is not a thousand times in the dream to find the home you gave me? So gracious, seen in memory. Narrow alleys, deep and long, with smiling faces on the horse's head wall, I have loved it since then. Suddenly I remembered that this seemed to be the place I wanted to stay in in my past life and this life, maybe in my dreams, maybe the place where you stayed was my paradise.

One drop, two drops, three or four drops, mischievously fell on the curtain of my eyes, stamped a very clear kiss mark on my book, I know you are coming, with whispers, with great tenderness, with a breath like a blue, spreading in my heart. Reach out and touch, and the tenderness grows in the body, delicate and refreshing. Miss you, really think about it, and suddenly think so. When I think of you, you are far away in the sky, when I think of you, you are in your mind, when I think of you, I pile words together, use cement sand as thoughts, build a small western-style building, lock myself inside, people outside can't go in, I can't get out myself, in a person's world, drinking the water of forgetting love, pretending to be sad, just quietly looking at the photos you left me, with your affectionate laughter that I can never read, watching me suddenly rejoice and worry, see how I smile and be proud of the rivers and lakes in the days without you.

Your kindness to me is like a spring breeze and a drizzle, remember! I am carved on the quicksand, now I can only warm me is this, can only hurt me is this, in the phantom of this pile of acacia seedlings, by time a little blocked and a little bit exhausted, can it be because of this spring and blow green? Can you get rid of this worry and worry this spring? The red dust ferry asked the sky, the earth was speechless, so I told the spring, the spring knows my heart, the wind also knows my sentimentality, but in fact I do not want to tell the wind, I am afraid that the wind will reveal the secretS I want you, humble love to the extreme, will be spurned by people who do not cherish, will be pecked away by relentless birds. I have heard you often have a mantra, think, is a person's business, think of a person is happy, to be thought of is also lucky, there is no need for everyone to tell her that everyone wants to know. If you think of me, I have my own perception, don't say it to others, okay? If we still have love, remember each other for the rest of our lives! Mm-hmm! Just let it go, no complaints, no regrets. I asked myself softly, let yourself go! In this way, thinking of you, sprinkling helplessness into the spring rain.