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After the cold and beautiful, the spring flowers appeared in full costume, they were clustered, laughing, flaunting, and indulging in the spring stage. The sun is shining, where is spring?
In the fields. Stepping on the patchy grass color, strolling through the fields, pumping moss from rapeseed, wheat seedlings returning to green, a faint sound, from the roots of wheat seedlings to trees, streams, flowers and birds, fish and insects... They are all slightly budding, the warmth and phase that originate from the depths of life, the lamp that lights up life, with a misty green, surging towards the boundless scenery of red and green. The language of the earth, in the sound of all things pulling together, tells the story of grain abundance...
On the shore. The river is clear and clear, pale green willow silk, the breeze is tingting, hanging to the water, the buds of spring, creeping and rolling in the branches, gradually stretching out, the girl's bosom. Birdsong, out of the forest, swallow warblers whispering, whispering, they are also looking for spring, right? But the birds don't know that, in fact, they are spring themselves!
In the wind. "The spring breeze is like a distinguished guest, and it will be prosperous as soon as it arrives." Wisps of spring wind, green willows, wake up the mountains, open the river...
In the rain. The spring rain is light as smoke, and the air is filled with the smell of early spring and the aroma of earth. Under the firmament, quiet and serene, I couldn't help but open my arms to meet the elf from the heavenly que, let it brush the ends of the hair, eyebrows, nose, red lips, the cool, itchy, crisp feeling, let people realize the infinite joy. Just like Li Yi'an's pen end of a deep affection, subtle, gentle and feminine; and like teresa Teng Lijun's intoxicating song, lingering pity, affectionate style...
In the flowers. "The late sun is beautiful, the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants." Every spring, golden yellow spring flowers, peach blossoms, shy pink faces; apricot blossoms, white vermilion lips, cherry trees blossom, dressed in red robes, such as fire kapok, pink as Xiaxia peony flowers, white as jade moon flowers, colorful peony flowers, moon flowers, begonia flowers blooming. Some of them are full of buds, some have buds, and some are blooming with their heads held high. Wildflowers everywhere, rape flowers in the fields are brilliant and colorful, everything is bathed in the dawn of spring morning, swaying and swinging in the spring wind, as if the light song and dance of a young girl, Chuchu is moving. Golden dandelion flowers silently dotted with spring light.
In the poem. "The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none." Surrounded by spring-colored fields, surrounded by new greenery, looking at the clouds and the sky, the mind is ethereal. I can't help but think of the Southern Song Dynasty poet Zhang Yu's "Li Chun Even Cheng": "The law returns to the late years and frost is less, and the grass and trees in the world are known in spring." I felt that the business in front of me was full, and the east wind was blowing green and uneven. "A vibrant picture of spring appears in front of you.
Spring is in the branches, the wicker is tender green, and the peach blossoms are bright. Spring is in the air, the wind is warm, and the swallows are flying. Spring is in the water, fish are chasing, ducks are playing in the water, spring is in the field, wheat seedlings are green, and cauliflowers are golden. Spring is in nature, there is spring everywhere, and spring is full of people.
Spring is a door, pushed open, the more you go inside, the more pleasant the scenery. That winter was hidden vigorously and majestically, from budding to blooming, runny and exuberant, showing the strength of new life and giving people infinite hope. As Mr. Zhu Ziqing described in "Spring": "Spring is like a doll that has just landed, it is new from head to toe, it grows..."
Suddenly I remembered those ancient and modern Chinese and foreign literati intoxicating spring, spring rain, spring flowers, spring nights, spring water, spring wind, spring light, spring warmth, spring scenery, spring travel, spring thoughts, spring silence, spring dreams, spring sorrows, spring return poems: "In the sound of firecrackers, one year old, the spring wind sends warmth into the butchers" "Xiaolou listens to the spring rain one night, the deep alleys sell apricots in the Ming Dynasty" ""Spring water is blue in the sky, painting boats to listen to the sound of rain" "Good rain knows the season, the night is happening, sneaking into the night with the wind, moisturizing things are silent" "I am worried about a snow plant in the east column, and life can be seen clearly" "Deeper moon and half of the night, Beidou Gan Nandou", "Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, spring river plumbing duck prophet", "grass long warbler flying in February days, whisking willows drunk spring smoke" "Spring wind and the south bank of the green river, when will the bright moon shine on me" "The east wind knows that I want the mountain, blowing off the rainwater between the eaves" "Waiting to know the east wind surface, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring" "A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallows peck at the spring mud" "Ask the jun how many sorrows, just like a river of spring water flowing east"... In a trance, the spring color hovered and flew in front of his eyes, intoxicated, and he did not feel expectant.
In the spring, with a wisp of time and breeze, go to the wilderness, step on the spring, life is full of unknown future, we must continue to move forward with expectations, and be a dreamer who does not live up to the spring light and does not live up to Shaohua!
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