Like the spring in the north, the spring of the sentinel is blown by the warm wind, and the spring of the sentinel is full of peach and willow green; unlike the spring of the north country, the spring of the sentinel has a rough in the simplicity and nurtures warmth in the rough. Lo and behold, the footsteps of spring were gentle and quiet, and unconsciously the grass spat out tender green buds. Overnight, the whole land was covered with a huge green carpet, and the furry smoke was lovely.
The spring of the sentinel is green. A tender green, flashing the aura of life and the vitality of hope, making people stop for a long time and do not want to leave. There is time to step on the green, the foot steps on the "green carpet", a warm feeling spreads from the foot throughout the body, making people have a slight electric shock feeling. Lying on this huge green curtain, looking up at the blue sky, endless reverie came to mind; fingers touched this tender green grass, and soft warmth slid through the fingers. At this time, a feeling of returning to nature precipitates in the body.
The spring of the sentinel is a sea of flowers. Peach blossom pink and feminine, pear blossom dazzling and holy, apricot blossom cluster and delicate, and a variety of unknown wildflowers, competing to open, purple and red, extraordinarily charming. Particularly striking in the sea of flowers is the cherry blossoms. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and although they are not as grand as the Japanese cherry blossoms, they have a special charm, and the center of the pink and white petals is a pale yellow bud. It looks elegant and light against the background of white and pink petals. Although the cherry blossoms are small, they decorate the mountains and valleys into white curtains, which is very magnificent. The fragrance released by the countless flowers blooming together is so rich, so intoxicating, so fragrant, so mellow. In spring, the whole outpost is surrounded by flowers, in the ocean of flowers, making people feel relaxed and happy, and can't help but sigh the greatness and magic of nature.
The beekeepers from all over the world rushed here from all over the world to release bees, brewing many varieties of honey. I once heard a beekeeper say: "You have less industry here, no pollution, long flowering period, many flowers, the honey brewed is clear, clean, bright, fragrant, it is easier to buy in our place, the price is a few dollars higher, and the main thing is that the royal pulp produced in your place is of very high quality, and it is the best in the royal pulp." "I don't know if it's the beekeeper's own work experience or a compliment to our place, I don't know.
The spring of the sentinel is a feast for birds and a carnival for birds.
In the early morning, the birds begin to chirp and call friends, bouncing up and down among the dense leaves of the trees, enjoying the good times brought by spring.
There are especially many magpies in the sentinel. From time to time, a few magpies fly happily in the air, and you can see the feathers on the magpie and its posture when it flies. There are many sentinel trees, and magpies almost stand at the head of the family tree, "quacking" to announce the good news to the farmers, suggesting that a good and happy life is coming. Sentinel people have long been accustomed to the life of people and birds, and they feel that everything is natural. A friend of mine who came from out of town said, "You have so many happy things here!" I was stunned. He pointed his finger at the magpie in the tree, and we looked at each other and smiled.
Pigeons flew from time to time, cuckoos sang the old love song "Bare Sticks Are Bitter", cuckoos kept urging farmers to hurry up and plant grain; woodpeckers kept tapping trees, hemp finches wagged their tails through the woods, and swallows rushed back from the south. In some ponds, you can also see egrets leisurely foraging, and kingfishers, hummingbirds and yellow orioles walking by the creek. Traveling at night, when you look up, a pair of thief's bright eyes startle you, which are the eyes of an owl. All the birds are enjoying the feast brought to them by spring and living their carnival without mercy.
The sentinel mountains are high and long, and there are many streams. The clear stream gushes out from the depths of the earth with the breath of the mountains, flowing happily in the mountain stream, sometimes gentle and sometimes turbulent, passing on sweet and beautiful blessings to every natural darling in the mountains, so that they can feel the breath of spring and the mood of spring.
Spring sentinels may occasionally be cloudy with winds on a few days. The best part is that it can rain a little. The land that had been dry and white for a long time was looking up at the sky, longing for Ganlin to fall from the sky. The spring rain finally fell from the sky, it was so fine, so soft, and the drizzle of rain hit the face with a warm and wonderful feeling.
The spring rain is picturesque. In the morning after the rain, the fresh air makes people feel refreshed. Tread the path with the dew, you will find that the sentry after the rain is even greener. This emerald green is more delicate than tender green, elegant than dark green, and more emotional than light green. This emerald green may be the deep and dignified emerald color of emerald. I can't describe this emerald color. Overnight, all kinds of grass seem to have been suppressed for a long time and suddenly burst out, and the earth is instantly dressed in green, and the heart will be surprised by the tenacity of life.
Walking in the spring rain, the hazy mountains make the eyes confused, as if they are in a fairyland on earth, as if they are in a fairyland on earth, as if they are beautiful and illusory. Marching in such a spring rain, some are just endless comfort and pleasure. Farmers take advantage of the early morning coolness and cultivate the fields like embroidery. In the distance, the cries of cattle and sheep were heard, and the cheerful chirps of birds were heard in the ears. This is an idyllic landscape painting full of poetry. When I returned from the twilight spring rain, my clothes were already soaked, but I didn't know it, and I wouldn't pay attention to it, because the spring rain brought a good mood.
I started fantasizing again. If you sit on an airplane and look down at the sentry after the rain, will the sentry be a huge green green? The answer is yes. Because I firmly believe that our land is a green ocean. The whistle in the spring rain is indeed a vivid and realistic version of the picture.
Green is the main color of the sentinel spring, the flowers and birds are the protagonists of the sentinel, and the rain is the vitality of the sentinel. The sentinel was drunk in the spring wind, full of tears of happiness, and in his sleep he saw the fruits of autumn hanging on the branches.
About the Author:
Wei Qingzhi, an educator, loves literature, likes romantic encounters with words, and writes with a pen about the love of life.
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