Haiyang Literature and Art Micro-Journal, No. 197
Sponsored by Haiyang Writers Association
Editor-in-chief: Sun Haiyun
Executive Editor-in-Chief: Chen Ping
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The wind was blowing, and the spring wind was 100,000 miles away, and it seemed to hurt the spring water again. In an instant, spring is already flowers blooming and falling, and it is also accompanied by the tears of the Iraqi people splashing...
Sun Huanhua
Stand in front of spring
Sun Huanhua's spring theme is a short prose column
(1) Spring
Spring is a season that shows new life, excitement, hope, and enthusiasm;
In spring, the snow and ice melt and the north wind stops;
Spring, sunny and full of life;
In spring, swallows murmur, butterflies fly bee dance;
In the spring, the heavens and the earth will be rearranged, depicting a new picture, a new atmosphere;
In the spring, the hidden tolerance of all life for suffering will no longer be obscure, and life's desire for warmth will be fulfilled;
In the spring, the young body will break through the siege of the armor, so that the lines of youth stand out and are sharp;
Spring, out of the coldness of the seasons, experiencing the wind and frost of the annual rings, driving away the harsh winter of life will be spring wind ten miles, cheering;
In spring, Yin Hong Dou Green, mountains and rivers show, warbling song and swallow dance, warm wind and habit of the human world is full of love;
In the spring, the plough of the cultivated land reclaims the soil of a new plough, and in the fragrant smell of the fertile soil, the seeds of life will take root and sprout and break through the soil;
Spring is a fascinating time, and all our good intentions will happen in the spring...
(ii) Stand before spring
Walk on the land of early spring, pick the snow of winter with your hand, and moisten the feminine and charming eyes of the spring girl with spring water. The snow turned into rain, and I saw that the spring girl was holding a small umbrella and standing in front of the spring rain. Clouds, carrying water, flow into the fields of the hearts of all things. A breeze swept by, the rain splashed the idyllic person who was clean and jade, she was busy covering her eyes, oh, the ice and snow were smart, she let the breeze blow, lived for a while, she slowly spread her slender fingers, suddenly, in front of the green water and green mountains, there were already farmers singing, like a golden flower also ushered in the swallow whisper, in an instant, spring flew into the eaves of the farmhouse. -------------------------------------------------
Standing in the spring breeze, watching the birds playing in the forest and the wilderness, bees flying and butterflies dancing. At the edge of the road, the old willow tree in my childhood memories was still secretly listening to the stories of winter, and gradually, it greeted the spring light and revealed its shy bud tips. The spring wind lifted the dress of the earth with force, and finally, the earth, the mountains, and all things recovered. Love is sown in the heart of spring.
The infinite beauty of spring light is transparent to the hope of life, so I will throw myself into this spring forever.
The wind rises, the spring wind is 100,000 miles, it seems to hurt the spring water again, in an instant, the spring is already flowers blooming and falling, and it is also accompanied by the tears of the Iraqi people splashing...
(3) Bright spring
With spring in hand, life is no longer lonely. I always like to look up at the sky on spring nights, imagining that the mountains in the sky are also blooming in spring. The stars are twinkling, crystal clear, and occasionally meteors cross, drawing their thoughts into the distance——
Holding the spring in hand, life is no longer lonely. I always like to look out at the morning light and listen to the swallows outside the window. Spring, the blue sky and the earth, every day is the fresh weather like spring rain washing.
Holding the spring in your hand, the spring light will not grow old. Willow's long hair flutters, teasing the bottom line of the male and female. The old willow tree witnessed the expansion of youth and the rings, and the old willow tree made another thick circle, like the ripples around the ship, far away, far away...
Kissing spring with your mouth, smelling the breath of the countryside fields in the mighty east wind. At this moment, you have to take a small breath: there is a strong wine in the fragrance of flowers in the air, and if you inhale too much, you will be intoxicated.
Step on the spring, enjoy the flowers, and see the people. Close your eyes and think about it: beautiful to look at the past, flowers bloom in thanks, you see flowers, but flowers can't see you.
(4) On Hulu Ridge
In the spring, when you arrive at Hululing Village, don't forget to go to Hululing, where there are elegant mountains and mountains.
I saw that in the nearby ridge, the yingshan red on the ridge had blossomed, and I also saw that the rhododendron on the ridge in the distance had also blossomed; I listened with my ears again, and in the clanging of the mountain stream, the yingshan red was talking with the cuckoo, through the clever mouth of the bird.
oh! White as snow powder, as red as fire on the gourd ridge, beautiful and colorful, wonderful like a fairyland into the painting.
What is even more interesting is what the firewood collector told me, perhaps also the flower news on this ridge: this mountain-strewn flower is called "single stick flower", because it blooms first and leaves later. He said that these flowers are obviously the flowers of our poor and remote bare sticks, and we don't know when these flowers were plundered by whom, and they are called mountain red or wild rhododendrons.
Well? I was shocked: Is there still a cuckoo?
The beauty of life is also in the flower news on Hululing.