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"During the Qingming Dynasty, the rain is pouring, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls"; the dirt roads in the countryside are crowded with large and small vehicles; the endless stream of people has merged into the fields. In an instant, in front of the graveyard, a strange paper money was lit, and a bundle of smoke pillars soared into the sky, and the whiskers were scattered with the wind.
The mournful cries startled the foraging sparrows, who skimmed the sky, skimmed the fields, stopped at the tall poplar trees, or weeping willows, or elms... Or above the pole. April came to earth with a burning fragrance!
In the courtyard, the old elm trees are hung with strings of elm money, which sway in the breeze, attracting children after online classes and busy women in the kitchen. The children climbed up the tree, put down the strings of elm money, and tucked them into the cross-body backpacks, and the woman under the tree looked at it with her eyes wide open, and she was afraid to fall to the ground.
The courtyard was quiet, and smoke rose in the air. Therefore, at the table at noon, there was an extra basket of elm money nests, and the children were eating sweet bean paste, eating and devouring. The joy on the woman's face has a sense of accomplishment in her heart, and that feeling is heavy!
The locust tree is fragrant, and the locust flower blooms a happy smile, facing the fiery red morning glow, bathed in the brilliant morning glow. In the breeze, the fragrance of locust flowers filled the air, drunk on the streets, drunk on the alleys, drunk on the green of the small village.
Swallows shuttle in front of the eaves, busy foraging and building nests; a cuckoo "grunts", flapping its wings and flying to the blue sky; the warblers in the locust forest sing and dance, the swallows chirp, and the locust forest filled with fresh aromas is lively.
The man, carrying a bamboo pole bound with an iron hook, stood under a locust tree. Needless to say, today's table has more fragrance of locust flower food - locust flower stew chicken soup, locust flower silver ear porridge, locust flower egg noodles, or locust flower mushroom three yellow chicken nuggets... The woman at this time was the smartest, the kitchen was filled with creative passion, and a series of locust flower dishes were served on the table. The children talked about online classes, talked about the epidemic, and devoured the articles on their mobile phones. In an instant, the table was in a mess. The woman was happy again, and opened her rosy smile.
When the valley rain festival arrived, the wheat in the field was pumped out of the turquoise ears of wheat, and the wheat seedlings after watering and fertilizing were full of vitality. The breeze is blowing, and the wheat blossom fragrance says a good year! My heart was full of joy, and my face was full of smiles. In the field, the busy old farmers have big red peonies blooming on their faces. Frogs sing! Singing the new social and new atmosphere of the world, singing the beautiful spring.
April drifts away. I shuttled through the village fields, shuttled between the woods and the river, and took a set of beautiful pictures of spring with my mobile phone, trying to retain this charming and charming spring, but I could not help but find that summer was walking towards the village field and to the banks of the creek with his fiery persistence. Gradually, the eyes are full of summer.
April turned to leave, and the spring girl also disappeared into view on the horse of the wind mother-in-law. Spring Girl, can't you stop? Old Man of Time, why did you come in such a hurry and panic? Please leave this place with the spring light!
About the author: Zhang Fuxian, formerly known as Zhang Huifeng, is a geography teacher at Chengwu Bole No.1 Middle School in Shandong Province, an insignificant little author. He likes to record the joys and sorrows of life with poetry, and use words to describe the good, evil, beauty and ugliness of the world. Knowing that the writing is clumsy, although the top kung fu is done, it is a skill of the end, and I sincerely hope that the teacher and friend will be correct. He is a contracted writer of original Chinese novels, and has written the novella "Auspicious and His Companions", which has millions of words of poetry, prose and novels, which are scattered on various online platforms.
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