The most beautiful April day
In April, the time is amazed by the clusters of flowers, whether it is the colorful colors that brighten the hues of spring, or the kite flying in the air that breaks the silence of spring. Time is quietly moving forward in the flowering period of one season after another, and I don't know who collected this passing year so properly, so just right. The brightness of the season dispelled the gloom, and we walked in the gentle wind of April, in the prosperity of this low chanting.
In April, we are at ease in time. Riding a bicycle through this small Nordic city in the quiet of the afternoon, the spring breeze blows on the cheeks, and the long hair and skirt are flowing, connecting the trajectory of past growth with the route of the city, forming a unique map of the city. So suddenly, the strangeness gradually became familiar day after day, and the initial shallowness was also deepened in the passage of time.
In April, the scenery passing by is so beautiful and full of joy. The wind knows that it can't stop, so it learns to grasp every scenery it passes by, and the flowers know that their beauty is not eternal, so they try to chase the sun and bloom to their heart's content. In the bright spring of April, we know that we can't be nostalgic for the past, so we stop at the intersection of growth, smile and look back goodbye, and then we are born to the sun, and continue to move forward with the shadow.
The years are quiet
The four seasons in childhood are more profound than now, and in the spring, friends go to the green in pairs, laughing, chattering, and a few dollars of pocket money are tightly hidden in the pockets of their clothes, and their hearts are rich and stable. Every time I think about it, it seems that the wind is a little sweeter because of happiness. In the depths of memory, childhood is a transparent color box, which contains colorful candies, which makes people yearn for and enjoy, exploring the footprints of spring, wearing small wreaths woven by hand, laughing and playing on the empty grass where no one is around, the sky is gradually getting hot, and spring becomes a mark of different silhouettes in such a vigorous and vibrant time.
When we grow up, we lose the heart that occasionally pauses to enjoy life and simply and purely appreciate the beautiful scenery in our hurried steps. I think that in such a beginning of the season, we should record something for the moments in those seasons, so that when we look back on the past, we can stop at the subtle plots, be moved by the people we met this season, the things we experienced, the flowers in our hands, the fragrance that lingers after the wind blows, the tenacity of vitality brought to you when the tender green buds are rising, and the temperature that spreads in the palms of your hands when someone holds your hand and walks in the spring breeze.
No minus today
The falling dandelions, flying into the distance, are simple and beautiful. In the turbulent years, the present world is stable, and we ignore the simplest and simplest happiness around us. The April sky is as blue as a wash, the clouds are entangled, and through the fingertips, the large clouds are scattered and cannot piece together the appearance of this season. So, we take advantage of the good spring to meet old friends, drink a pot of tea, gossip about homely things, and touch the breath of spring in the petals on days when the breeze is not dry.
In the Weiyang song in April, the city is smudged with colorful colors, we walk in the elegant and lonely spring, the sorrow and joy of life and death in the middle of the year, and the texture engraved by the years are recorded with a faint and warm text, and then with a smile on the corner of the mouth, let yourself hug the attitude as the conclusion of those spring days that pass by the horse, floating in the spring of April.