——Entering the spring, you have to listen to the words of the flowers with the tentacles of the poet, appreciate the pure beauty of the flowers with the eyes of the painter, and then let every inch of spring light fall into your arms...
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The sky has warmed, and the spring that has arrived as scheduled, the sun is coming, the flowers are blooming one tree after another, and the grass is green from place to place.
I believe that a season has a seasonal beauty, but I feel that the beauty of any season is better than spring, than the increasingly moving spring light outside the window, which can quietly dissolve the melancholy and tired vicissitudes.
Open the spring, fragrant, step into the spring, full of vitality.
The grass arched through the thick dirt and buried the heart of the whole winter.
Flocks of flowers scramble to crowd the branches of the years, and the spring breeze accompanies the birds, waving under the pure blue sky.
The plum blossoms still can't bear to wither, and Yingchun and magnolias have already bloomed for the second time.
In fact, I understand that in the embrace of time, no matter what I have experienced, everything will pass, and the days will slowly grow warm and peaceful.
I would also like to say that everything that is good in this world has a healing function.
You see, as soon as spring comes, every touch of new green, every inch of color, every inch of your heartstrings.
In such a spring color, it seems that the bondage of the world is much lighter - who does not like such a day?
How can such a mood not smile?
How can such a season not be joyful?
Look at the willow color again, as if overnight, the willow tree was dressed in green.
Looking up from under the tree, the gentle branches sway with the wind, the branches are graceful, and the branches are moving.
I don't realize the poem: Jasper is made up of a tree, and thousands of green silk are hanging down. I don't know who cut the fine leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
This is the best verse in my heart to describe willow color, and the heart will always be soft and gentle at such moments.
Fold a piece of wicker, gently twist a few times, and a willow flute is born.
Gently blown, crisp, pleasant, just one sound, bring people into childhood, bring into the spring...
You say, who doesn't like such a day?