The spring breeze is getting warmer day by day, and the spring mood is getting stronger day by day.
Spring is infinitely good, don't live up to it. I want to go to the mountains and follow the footsteps of spring.
Walking into the mountains, you will enter the embrace of spring. So warm, so down-to-earth, take a step, there is a fragrance of one step. Take a step, there is a step of joy.
The mountains and fields are thousands of miles, and the spring breeze takes me back with the spring. This spring, I don't think about anything, I just want to be a flower admirer quietly. Like a lost butterfly, dancing, just for the flowers.
As far as the eye can see, there are trees and flowers, quietly blooming, and they are layer after layer of incense, rushing to the nose.
The golden color of the rape flowers, scattered on the side of the road, is like stars in the night sky, twinkling with a faint light.
Magnolia flowers, huge flowers, like snow in a silver bowl, stand quietly on the branches, glowing with a faint light.
On both sides of the winding mountain road, the sound of the wind echoes in the ears, and the song of birds flows through the heart like a stream. It is the whisper of spring, and it is also the swan song of spring.
If you go further, you will see the apricot blossoms all over the hillside. Clusters of white, like clouds falling from the sky, scattered among the mountains, decorate the dream of spring.
Approaching an old apricot tree, the trunk is a deep brown color, and in the sun, it glows with oily sheen. The branches stretched out in the direction of the sky, like a bird with wings ready to fly, singing a beautiful song.
The apricot blossoms in full bloom are mostly white, white and clean, and white and elegant. The budding apricot blossoms are pink and tender, like the shy cheeks of a young girl.
White, pink, thousands of apricot blossoms, mighty blooming all over the branches. From a distance, the white expanse is dotted in the mountains and forests, and it is very beautiful.
Apricot blossoms have a beautiful primitive wild beauty. When the east wind blows over the hills in early spring, it quietly comes from the depths of the mountains to show the world its incomparable pure beauty.
The apricot blossoms on the branches resemble an elegant and refined girl, wearing a white dress and pink shirt, walking in the spring breeze with a smile.
Or a high slope, or a roadside, or a front yard and a backyard, there is its swaying shadow. No matter if anyone comes to admire it, it blooms on its own, blooms every year, and bears fruit every year.
Apricot blossoms are a little less enchanting than peach blossoms, a touch of red pink than pear blossoms, less arrogant than plum blossoms, and more fresh than cherry blossoms.
Reach out and break off a pink and white apricot blossom and pin it in your hair. The mountain breeze blew slowly, and the warm fragrance of flowers spread from the hair to the tip of the nose, crawling down the brow, and then on the heart.
The long black hair also fluttered in the wind. Pure white petals, like snow falling all over the head.
Sit under the tree, spread a light blue tea mat, and insert a branch of apricot blossoms as white as snow. Plain white porcelain bowls, transparent glasses, and pastel tea cups are also seated on the tea table.
Soak an ancient tree Pu'er. When the boiling water blends with the dry tea, the clear mountain breath is slight, and the face is rushed. The bright yellow tea soup reflects the shadow of the flowers. The tea is fragrant, the fragrance of flowers is permeated, and the whole person is drunk in the spring breeze......
The afterglow of the setting sun passed through the gaps between the branches and fell on the tea table. Apricot blossoms are sparse, and the breeze sippers tea.
At that moment, the heart was also washed clean, white and cool.
Fade away the dust of the world, let go of the fetters of the world, and exile yourself in the apricot blossom forest, pillow the sea of flowers all over the mountain, embrace a season of spring, taste a fragrant tea, and forget the opportunity.
This spring, be a clean person. Like the wind in the mountains, it is refreshing and refreshing. Like the apricot blossoms on the branches, plain and white. Like an old apricot tree, quiet and distant, free and easy, standing in an eternal posture.
Let's go to the better world with spring.
With a plain heart, always gentle, always clear.
Author: Camellia Shihua, a quiet writer, a practitioner in words. He is a member of the Henan Writers Association and a member of the Chinese Prose Literature Association. Many articles have been reprinted by tens of millions of large numbers such as "People's Daily", "Insights" and "Ten O'clock Reading". Open a teahouse and drink the joys and sorrows of the red dust. Hold a pen and write about the warmth of the world. He has published a collection of American essays "Meeting in the Deepest Red Dust" and "Time is Like Zen", and the new book "Zero-based Writing" is selling well on the whole network. Official account: Tea Poetry Flower