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Prose poem: Hello, spring

Prose poem: Hello, spring

The floor is warm, the sky is bright, don't stand in the spring breeze and think about the story of winter. You see, there is already a silent new meaning between heaven and earth, and there is also a silent germination. Really, it's all about life...

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Prose poem: Hello, spring

1) In February, the sun is warmest in the afternoon. In a few months, the land will be softer, the grass buds will stick out of the ground, sharp, tender, looking through the wind and rain, but in fact very strong, as soon as the grass sprouts, the world will not be so dull.

Prose poem: Hello, spring

2) I like to walk casually in the warm afternoon sun, or sit quietly, not with anyone, just be good on my own... A meter of sunshine, seemingly nothing, or just a lonely chat of self-talk, of course, but also by the way to think of some sentences that fit the mood.

Prose poem: Hello, spring

3) The spring breeze in February is like scissors, sometimes freehand, sometimes brushwork, sometimes white painting, strange on the meaning of painting. Along with February, there is also a rain of wet apricot blossoms... Walking in the light rain, I suddenly remembered a sentence: many things, like a rain, let it come, look at it, let it go...

Prose poem: Hello, spring

4) It's another spring year, and the most is when the spring flowers bloom - no matter who it is, you can see a different spring color.

Prose poem: Hello, spring

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