In the early spring of March, when the time is harmonious and the atmosphere is clear, everything is revived. The plum blossoms in the plum blossom mountain of Jinling City have long been in full bloom, Jiangnan red pink, Nanjing morning red, lover plum, etc., red like fire, pink like Xia, white ruoxue, cloud steaming Xiawei, beautiful. The whole Bell Mountain is fragrant with flowers, purple and red, tourists are weaving, lingering, as if spring is blooming on The Bell Mountain, and spring light is sprinkled on every plum blossom. Remote knowledge is not snow, for there is dark incense, although the chill has not yet gone, but this fragrant snow that spreads over the mountains is still softly murmuring to people: Winter will pass, and spring is brilliant.
However, across the mountains and seas, far away in Lingnan, I did not rush to this spring date. At this time, lingnan spring rain is long, cold frost with some spring warmth, suitable temperature, coupled with sufficient rainwater, Lingnan plants are full of energy to absorb nutrients, scrambling to grow and bloom. At the end of the street, when you walk silently, you will suddenly be blinded by the beautiful branch of the bougainvillea and mess up your heartstrings. The pure wall tiles, the wall surface is full of green climbing tigers, soaring up, showing a vigorous vitality. The bougainvillea does not live up to the call of spring, stretching the branches vigorously, climbing the edge of the wall, the blossoms of the flowers and bones, red and yellow, spring, as if there is a spring hidden in every corner, just waiting for your footsteps.
Spring is full of spring, the spring water on the campus is rising, the spring forest is beginning to flourish, a scene full of vitality. On the edge of the playground, rows of palace pink bauhinia are also quietly stretching out their branches and clusters of branches. Sometimes one night in the spring rain, when I passed by in the morning class, I saw the watery flower buds on the branches and the fragrance scattered on the ground, and some girls and poets could not bear to see this red and ruined appearance, or walked around, or hurriedly picked up a few pieces and clipped them in the book, thinking that they hid the petals, and they kept the spring.
The climate is different between the north and the south, one in the south and one in the north. The southern summer is long, and the spring and autumn seasons rush by. Unlike the scenery of the northern country, the four seasons are distinct, spring, summer, autumn and winter, each shines brightly, the seasons change without twisting, not dragging, but appearing to be generous. And the southern spring is like a shy little girl, a moment to cover up crying, a moment of smiling face, cloudy and uncertain, intriguing, so that people's emotions are also fluctuating, there is nowhere to hide their sorrows. The ancients hurt the spring, and the Song people Qin Guan had a poetry cloud: "The free flying flowers are light like dreams, and the boundless silk rain is as fine as sorrow." "Spring is short, the initial spring flowers are full of flowers, turning to fly like snow, coupled with the endless, the spring rain, touching the scenery, is full of sorrow, and I am worried."
At the turn of spring and summer, the sun gradually moves from the equator towards the Tropic of Cancer. The night before, the spring thunder quietly woke up, faintly roaring, and it stretched out, which also heralded the tailgating of summer. That night the sky was as dark as ink, and the white light of lightning broke through the night from time to time, like a white porcelain bowl trapped in sludge, faintly showing the pattern and grabbing people's eyes. Looking at the fence from afar, the rain flew in my face from time to time, but I was not annoyed, and my thoughts had already drifted back to the rainy night of the third year of high school. That summer night, the sudden torrential rain stopped me in the dormitory, when the evening self-study had begun. Reviewing into the tired period, I looked at this grand rain curtain and thought for a long time: the future is like this dark sky, I can't tell the direction, although the sky is boundless, but I open my eyes, I still can't see the light, the rain washes the earth, but also washes my heart. At that time, the confusion about the future and the confusion about growing up that were haunting my young heart was like this heavy rain, and I couldn't break free. The heavy summer rain not only trapped my forward steps, but also covered my throbbing soul.
But at this moment, I want to give my helpless self a warm hug, and then tell her: Don't be afraid, even if this heavy rain drenched you into a soup chicken, now I will applaud your bravery, please keep going, don't wait for the torch, because you are shining.
The spring rain has not stopped, the night is getting cooler, I look up at this sky, no longer helpless and confused, but believe in the future, bravely moving forward. Spring is full of light, everything grows freely, flowers bloom freely, do not have to care about self-pity, do not have to be vain and thin, when not to live up to the spring, study and ask, do a good youth!
Nanning Normal University
Editor-in-Chief | Ronnina
Associate Editor | Li Jing
Responsible Editor | Gan Youhuan
Anchor | Mo Yunhui
Clip | Mo Yunhui
Wen 丨 Wu Kunyi
Figure 丨 Guo Li Nong HaiYun
Edit | Zhan Huishan