The flowers outside the window bloomed
Huang Zifang
This spring
We were struck by a sudden epidemic
Blocked in the home that her mother had defined as a birdcage
Look out the window at the flowers in the flower bed downstairs
Water peach blossoms bloom all over a tree
Directly opposite the window of my restaurant
Pink's red beckons
One two three bees
Traveling between the flowers to play music and collect honey
Think of the peach orchards in your hometown
It must be as red as the sea
Imagine your relatives under the tree
Pick up the look of the field
I was also very happy
Magnolia should also be the covenant of peach
Flowers for spring
There is a mother with a daughter
Secretly photographed the pure beauty of magnolia
The delicate state of the peach blossom
Focus on photographing her daughter hooking a willow branch
Playful as the cuteness of young leaves
You can still look out the window
And the magnolia of Freedom Road
By the willows by the river
Is there more loneliness this spring?
Less hustle and bustle
And I was at home
It can still be accompanied by a poetic spring light
Watch the flowers bloom outside the window
One book, one tea
Only expectations
When you walk out the door
Rush to the field
Chase the shadow of spring
Listen to the rain
Throughout
In addition to snow viewing in winter
The rest of the day will always encounter rainy days
(i)
Listening to the rain is a wonderful thing
Especially in the spring morning, holding a flower umbrella
This umbrella must be your favorite decoy
Whether light green or light pink
A dress that matches the flowers on your body
Tiptoe for a gentle walk
Listen to the rain fall on the umbrella with
The sound of flowers on the umbrella surface laughing together
You'll get drunk too
Drunk on the creek
Drunk among the flowers under the willow
(ii)
Listening to the rain is a very romantic thing
Especially late afternoon
Sitting by the window alone, quietly
Listen to the rain
Hit on the window
Hit on the leaves
Hit on the tip of the grass
Different rhythms have different feelings
Occasionally mixed with one or two birdsong
Shepherds on the slope are chasing the sheep
The sheep barked and screamed
It's so in tune with the barking of the chaimon
This symphony of rainy nights
Seems far away from me
But it was very kind
Affectionately nostalgic for that period of time
No more
Just now
A medium-sized forklift into an alley
Keep honking your horn
An old lady walked in front of it
I don't know
The behemoth behind him
I rushed over to help the old man
Slowly move to the side of the road
We watched quietly as the car slowly entered the alley
She just looked at me
We smiled at each other
Turned around without saying a word
Still waddling
Step by step
The back is covered with artemisia grass that looks like winter
The white dry ones don't have a hint of luster
Maybe she was like that
From rising to falling
Finally into the dark night
All the joys and sorrows fell behind
Like a mother's fading figure
Walk to the end of life
Made me a lost child
Even if the heart is raining
Those warm hands that could hold me home
No more in this life
About the Author:
Huang Zifang: Net name Mao Ercao, a native of Taijing, Qinzhou, loves to read.