The dragon's claw locust has not yet grown leaves, but there are already young buds sprouting, and the branches are also showing a green appearance. In the spring, the calm dragon's claw locust looked at the gorgeous flowers around it, the green leaves, and could no longer bear the temperament, slightly restless, and also wanted to have a wind in this spring, and also wanted to swagger in this warm sun. I admire the dragon's claw locust, and I value the dragon's claw locust because it has a unique quality, a strong, soft and tough in the song. Steady, but stubborn; straight, and without lack of curves. In this clear spring park, the dragon's claw locust reconciles softness and rigidity, unifying yin and yang. Restless but not losing concentration, calm but passionate.
Bamboo also has the restlessness of spring. The restlessness of the bamboo is fully displayed in his green color. From the leaves to the branches to the stems, the bamboo is green in one case. I am pure and not stained with dust. Bamboo clings to its green color. Green is to be green out of personality, green is to be pure green, green is to be green for life. Yes, these bamboos, no matter the spring, summer, autumn and winter, no matter the wind, frost, rain and snow, will always maintain their due color. This is called integrity, this is integrity. However, after all, spring is coming, after all, a hundred flowers have bloomed, there is a spring breeze caressing, there is a spring sun warming, in this river of love in the morning light, the bamboo can not hold back, the love sinus sprouted, he also wants to fall in love again. So, he worked hard to show the spirit of green, green is more vibrant, green is more vivid, green is more vibrant.
The canola flowers on the side of the park did not hide her restlessness. She lifted the golden yellow flowers high above her head, making noise, flaunting, boasting, intoxicating everyone who passed by with seductive hues. My wife and I were no exception, unable to resist her temptation and involuntarily slipping into her arms. In the canola bushes, my wife and I fell in love again. Dense bushes of rape flowers, each one is open, unrestrained, excited, agitated. They crowded, jubilant, opening their petals, stretching their petals, laughing, singing wildly, scrambling, enthusiastically and enthusiastically. Who doesn't love spring, which one doesn't have affection? The rape flower was agitated by the competition with the hundred flowers, and my wife and I were infected by the emotions of the rape flower, and also had the urge to rejuvenate.
Spring is coming, and everything is restless. Insects, flowers, trees, earth and stones, all not willing to be lonely, stretch their waists in the spring wind, stand up in the rain and dew, and exert their style in the warm sun. Spring is the season of turmoil, the season of youth and restlessness. My wife and I are both over half a hundred years old, but we have returned to spring once again, and we have also been restless.