The misty spring news overflows the river of the season, caressing the long-closed heart.
The warmth of spring, all the way through the wind and rain, for fear of missing the return date. Time is like water, looking back, suddenly for a moment, hurried and hurried, the passing years of Mo, the four seasons change.
From spring to spring, all the way to the south, in the hometown of April, watch the smoke rise from the depths of the mountains and forests.
I climbed a high mountain, and the spring breeze followed, passing through the bright moon and pines, slowly rising to the top of the slope, turning red and green.
I walked into a dense forest, spring flowers with a small bench, calling friends and friends, instantly full of branches, charming and beautiful.
I walked through the Qianmo path, and the spring heart also rippled, with the fragrance of the flowers on the Mo and the wind blooming, charming.
In a field on the other side of the trail, oxen lead ploughshares, turning up layers of dark waves, shining brightly. A smoke and rain in the sound of Zigui kicked off the prelude to farming, and there were few idlers in the countryside in April. The hope of the farmer is probably that there is a family and a field, cattle and sheep, three meals and clothing, and four seasons of peace!
My best friend said in WeChat that the flowers in her garden have bloomed into a cloud, saying that she has prepared a small table for me to get together quickly. Such an invitation must be matched with not getting drunk and not returning, but I was banned by the doctor, so I could only sigh at the wine. For the first time, it seems to be a sin not to be able to drink, not to mention that I'm sorry for my best friend's kindness, but I'm sorry for these flowers!
There was a swing hanging under the wisteria trellis at my best friend's house, I left the table early because I couldn't drink, and sat on the swing and shook it gently.
The rumbling train called Time came to an abrupt end in front of the scent of flowers, and we began our return journey after two days in our hometown. There are many new days to come, happy to come, unhappy to come, perfect to come, regrets to come, then come! Just like the hometown of April, the wind and flowers come for you......