Author: Qi Wenshu
People who live deep in the city, if they don't go to the suburbs, may be absent from the whole spring, in other words: spring is in nature, and we need to go out and find it.
The early spring is always very "long", so long that it is so long that it is mistaken that winter refuses to say goodbye to us, and the early spring always does not show up, so that people do not know when she comes, so the pedestrians on the road blow the spring wind, but they are still wrapped in the thickest clothes. The French plane trees on both sides of the street carry the spring cold with a winter attitude. And the wind in the suburbs always brings a little news of spring, and the willow branches hang low and low in the wind, and the greenery sprouts on the branches, and the river seems to be lighter.
"Spring is late, the trees are blooming", we always hear the news of the flowers blooming on the crowded streets, and only when we go to the suburbs can we see the spring flowers that bloom one after another, the green plums of the mountains, on the hillside, in the ravines, always bloom before the trees return to green, step into this world one step earlier, so that the winter withered earth smells the plum and wakes up. The story of the earth and spring gave the literati and artists a broad space, endless flowers to write, and endless vitality to paint.
Hearing the call of the wind, we must go to the fields and see. The magnolia flowers neatly arranged on both sides of the road, those nameless small flowers that bloom in the fields, are the business cards of spring, beyond the early spring, the large fields are full of golden rape flowers, this is the best gift from God to the world, and the beauty is not lost when viewed from afar, so that people can work hard without regrets and harvest a lot. When it blooms, it decorates the fields and spring, so that the whole village is immersed in a sea of golden flowers, and the seeds are squeezed for oil, enriching the people's tables. Walking on the country road, the faces of the farmers are full of satisfaction and pride, more satisfaction and expectation, satisfied with the boundless hometown of spring, and looking forward to the joy brought by the harvest.
Spring is always a great pleasure, following the fragrance of flowers, we walk into a village, large fields of rape flowers and large fields of wheat, golden yellow and oil green complement each other, this is the most beautiful scene of spring. From a distance, it is a quiet famous oil painting, and only when you get closer can you feel the infinite vitality, the flowers are overwhelmingly open, the bees wandering in the sea of flowers, busy working, and constantly exchanging their joy, buzzing..... Buzzing..... With the spring breeze wafting on the field, in the middle of it, instantly infected by this majestic vitality, there is so much joy in life, why don't we love our life.
A beautiful woman wearing a white skirt and a straw hat walked lightly beside the rape flower field, for fear of disturbing the spring color. The beauty of the two phases is a rare picture in the village, the flowers are a gift from nature, and the infinite lingering of spring light in the fields is an echo of nature. So in the end, the mighty flowers reflect the beautiful women in the skirts, or the fluttering skirts disturb the spring color of the flower fields. Only people with a compatible soul will bend down and take a photo of you under the pear blossom tree on the side of the white wall, with thousands of postures, which is really "don't do the flowers, the flowers here are coquettish".
Standing in the magnificent rape flower field, the wind comes to listen to the wind, and the rain comes to listen to the rain's casualness, which is the promise given to us by the field. The white-walled and gray-tiled farmhouses are the place where people live leisurely, and the mountain houses depicted on the white walls are people's praise for a better life. Walking into this vast field, receiving a spiritual baptism of spring, standing under the clear sky you will surely find the part of your soul that has been worn down on the way. The crowing of chickens and dogs in the yard of the farmhouse all adds infinite vitality to the empty fields. The petted and petite little Teddy in the high-rise building, perhaps in a farmhouse yard with a dog leash, barking under the eaves, wafting in the field with the sound of its steel refined, it is no longer a docile pet, it is the embodiment of the pastoral dog, it washes the lead, and shoulders the mission of taking care of the home.
In this simple land, we see the true color of life, the four seasons as usual, not sooner or later in order. We respect the blooming of flowers, but also respect the fall of flowers, waiting for the arrival of the season, is people's watch over life. Follow the cycle of the four seasons, let life flourish with life, let the heart no longer be barren and barren, sow seeds in the spring, and wait for the harvest of abundant souls. Take your lover's hand, say goodbye to the rape flowers blooming warmly on the field, and we will walk towards the spring of a hundred flowers together!
Author: Qi Wenshu, female, born in the 70s, a beginner who graffiti at will.
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