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Under the eaves of spring
□ Yuan Liyun/Wen
A few days after the spring equinox, when the river embankment was stepped on again, the green willow was already full of flowers. Facing the breeze through the heavy weeping willows, the whole body is as refreshing as a plain brocade, and it is as clear as a phoenix on the sideburns. When the green curtain swings over, it seems that a pair of thin hands push it open for you, and out is a beautiful woman. Is it e-an, or is it a badge? Thinking about this, the smile that flowed freely between his thoughts, with the soft sincerity of Dove's chocolate capture, quietly overflowed into the corner of his eyebrows.
"Spring breeze it kisses my face", she carries her singing voice, and clearly wraps around you.
Fresh vision so refreshing!
The water of the Huan River, which was fainted by the wind, pushed towards the western stage, and if the three sands flowed through the fingertips, they were as soft as the fingertips, and as far as the eye could see, they were all Dai Qing. Do you really want to run west? The West is its mother.
The begonias along the riverbank are warm and moist, and in a few days, they will enchant your vision. Occasionally a piece of plum peach blossom falls, as if to make a hijab with a little new green on the dry grass, but it wants to cover up, but it makes the tiny tender green more eye-catching, so it is natural to crouch down and look closely. Somehow, when I got up, I thought of a warm rise, but I looked forward to the day when the dry grass turned into a thick green.
It was nearly dusk, and the gloomy sky was covered in gray and white. If it rains tonight, the lilacs on the high slopes will surely bloom more abundantly.
So silently in the rain of the heart, a song "Rain Alley", gently wrapped around the feet, stretched out into the distance...
The next morning, the rain really began to fall.
The beginning is thick, and everything stretches like an ink painting. "A smoke and rain for a peaceful life", "smoke and rain" is very suitable for the scene; slowly and urgently, "oblique wind and drizzle for Xiao Han", "oblique wind and drizzle" The words are really good. The playful wind harmonizes the temperature just right. If there is a moment every day when the mind is so unencumbered, it is also a rare practice.
"Holding the mother's hand, teardrops..."
The woman standing on the lakeshore, wearing a beige coat and holding a blue flower umbrella, facing the small bridge of the lake and the island flowers and trees, her left arm crossed the bluestone fence, straight forward, her hand stretched and tightened from time to time, sad and depressed, and the sound was painful. What a thought!
There is always misfortune going on in the world. Those souls who flew forever on China Eastern Airlines Flight 5735; those who died in the Russo-Ukrainian War and were forced into exile; and those amiable people who fell in the epidemic...
The rain weaved densely and obliquely, slipping from the face.
Perhaps, "The dead are hiding in the clouds, and when the rain falls, come to see you on earth!" ″
Perhaps, "Write your love into the wind, and everyone knows where the wind passes." ″
The words of this moment should be the best comfort for the living.
There are many ways to vent the pain in your heart, and Fan Deng's suggestion is to learn to cry at least once. Then when you walk gently past her, it is best not to disturb her. Maybe it's not easy to let go, but it will eventually be put down.
I believe that the world after the spring rains will be cleaner and better, and everything will be more vibrant and upward. Of course, there is also reason to believe that after she calms down on the lakeside, she must still be very elegant, and she will still smile like a flower.