【The heart has a thousand words, willing to know with the spring wind】
Author: Falling snow stained dust Image source: Tang in the smoke wave
After the snow in Chang'an, the light yellow plum blossoms, as the earliest spring color in February, filled a tree in the time and shade at the end of the month, the flowers bloomed to the warmth, and the warmth of spring began to slowly invade the years.
Everywhere you look, every corner you can see, begins to be stained with the color of spring. The wind began to be gentle, the grass and trees grew a little green, the flowers were also marked with bones, the birds returned, and the sun began to warm.
The afternoon sun rises against the edge of the window, and the fine wind fades but stiffens, with a slight coolness, gently soothing the impetuousness of the soul. Such a time is suitable for laziness and leisure, without the hustle and bustle of the city, and being alone in a quiet corner.
Half the city flower color, half the city spring warm, Chang'an even if there are a thousand scenes, at this moment, what better than writing a bunch of spring colors.
I thought about a lot of beautiful and gorgeous words, and finally I was dissatisfied. Finally, only a simple description, three or two, plain and casual may be the most simple and straightforward beauty.
Until twilight, the night is still a little cold, and the moon stars are rare. However, just looking out the window at night and the evening breeze is already good, and the poetry in my heart begins to surge in the moonlight.
The heart has a thousand words, and may it be known with the spring wind.
About the Author
Falling snow stains dust
A person who is accustomed to memories, a person who is accustomed to not being able to put it down, a red dust passerby who is upside down and displaced. Three thousand passers-by, ten zhang red dust, meeting you is fate, thank you for your liking.