On Sunday, I was still looking for it, wandering around, longing for the greenery of the branches, and for a few days I didn't see the weeping willows as green as clouds. In the distance, the willow trees, like a fog soaked in green, fluttering and fluttering, wandering, swimming around in the oblique wind and rain, watching for a long time is really intoxicating, even the surrounding air seems to have become a faint green. When the sun is good, look at the thin willow clouds, the color is extremely light, it is like a few drops of green pigment dripping in a lake of spring water, and the wisps of clouds that the lake water blends out, some are deep, some are shallow, some are transparent, some are hazy, and people can't help but reverie. If the willow tree just grows by the river, the green reflection in the water, with the blue sky, white clouds, flying birds in a pool of clear waves, is a wonderful oil painting!
All things have not woken up Willow first, Willow must be the most delicate and rich in feelings. When the earth is still a withered yellow, it is the first to open its bright eyes; when the grass sticks out of its head, it is already green and green; when the peach tree is ready to bloom, it is just the best embellishment. This willow, always at different times, gives people unlimited surprises and joy!
"Rely on the rejuvenation of youth, seduce the spring breeze infinite emotion." The spring breeze makes the willows full of affection, the distant view is the scenery, and the close-up view is the fun. Looking far away is not enough to satisfy people's hearts, and only close contact can release the hopes that have been accumulated for a winter. You look at her, waving her arms, and her smiling eyes will always attract you to rush forward: gently caress the soft and flexible branches, and you will be amazed at their neat drops, like the long hair that the girl has just trimmed, fresh and elegant, light and pleasant. Carefully looking at the new leaves on the branch, pairs, rows, small and exquisite, really like a delicate hairpin to embellish the girl's playful purity properly. Perhaps there is nothing more pleasant than leaning on a willow tree, when the breeze blows, the willow branches flutter, and the spring swallows fly obliquely, the willow and the people, and the swallows always constitute a poetic picture. At this time, how can you not think of He Zhizhang's poem "Wing Liu": "Jasper is dressed as a tree high, and ten thousand green silk threads hang down." I don't know who cut the fine leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Now that I think about it, He Zhizhang also saw the green willow of this tree in the early spring, and the joy that surged in his heart was difficult to suppress before he wrote this ancient song!"
I especially like Zhang Zhongsu's "Spring Girl's Thoughts", "The willow on the edge of the city, the green and strange on the mulberry." The cage forgot to pick leaves, and last night dreamed of Yuyang. "This spring willow confuses the feelings of many tourists, even the field cultivators who do not understand the poetry of Yaxing will stare at the jing willow tree after resting and look forward to the harvest in June; even if it is a child who tries to release the paper kites early after school, he will sit around the willow tree and play and talk about winning. Of course, the cyclist always sees the tender spring willow from a distance, slows down, stops and stands, sighs, and lingers. oh! Spring is here!
When you pass through a long harsh winter and see a green willow gently waving its sleeves, you will be amazed: the earth has awakened! Yes, the sleeping earth needs to be awakened, the love of life needs to be awakened, and our journey will set sail in the new year! "The plan of the year lies in the spring", with the vision of the future, we will always look at the willow contemplation, the passion is flying; the thoughts fly and compose the chapter!
Even though the scenery is splendid in each of the four seasons, what beauty is better than the green willows of this tree, which is better than her style and poetry?
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Zhang Wenli, a native of Jiyuan, Henan. Now Yanqing foreign Chinese school teaching, love life, like to read, optimistic.