In the middle of April, the drizzle in Jiangnan was endless, it was already late spring, many flowers were withered, and the forest flowers fell too hastily.
Spring outside of Saiwai, at the beginning of April, when the flowers are in full bloom.
A few days ago, the peach blossoms burned, and I smelled the flowers and birds everywhere. The peach blossoms were only released for three or five days, after half a day of wind and purification, half a day of spring rain was warm, pushing open the north window of the shade, the spring breeze was cool, into the eyes, only to see peach blossoms like rain petals.
The red and white of the peach are reflected, the heat is burning, and the bloom is brilliant. Can't help but the urging of time, gradually resigned, the petals scattered against the grass and trees, densely formed a delicate flower mound, in the silent and silent into spring mud.
I remember one day after dusk, passing under the peach tree, the breeze was gentle on the Buddha's face, the flowers were like butterflies, and the Buddha was full of nostalgia.
Gently pick up a flap on the placket, placed between the wings of the nose, there is still a sweet fragrance coming from the nose, into the heart and spleen, this fragrance is like a wisp of peach blossom red dust.
Push open the south window of the sun, the apricot blossoms downstairs have just budded, and the warm sun tilts, adding a bit of brightness and dreaminess.
Bathing in the morning light, I feel that everything around me is loose and clear. Under the lamp, it is like a flower that walks freely, and it is in the middle of April. Guarding a plain heart, beautiful and peaceful, living a day of white moon and clear wind.
As Tao Xingzhi's poem goes, "Spring is not a reading day, ning dreams of butterflies, sleeping with flowers; spring is not a reading day, birds singing tree tips, flowers laughing in the West Garden; ... spring! spring! spring! What day? Not a reading day. ”
Textu/Lights fall at dusk