Author: Zhang Xueyong
The lonely mountain is sunny, and the flowers are early. In the blink of an eye, in the late spring of April, the smoke and rain pond, the willow green bank. Or a painting, or a poem, the fragrance of flowers and tourists, the wind warms the red sleeves.
The spring breeze is mighty, the green dyes the mountains and rivers, even if it is a grass, it does not miss the opportunity to grow in the wind.
I like to be alone on the overgrown path, looking for wildflowers and green leaves, and I like to recite a small poem to uncover the Tang wind and Song rain.
I like to live in this affectionate world, see the beauty of spring, like to write a piece of the past, remember a feeling.
The sun and the moon are the evidence, the mountains and rivers are the matchmakers, marrying the peach blossom noodles of the east wind, and reading the years to relieve deep affection. Who reads poetry with red candles? Who sleeps with a tent?
Turning a page of poetry, I only want to see the appearance of spring, read affectionately, I only want to remember your beauty. In the name of love, marry spring, the east wind is shy, you are my April day in the world.
A poem, flowing through a clear spring, a word, the moon and clouds. The breeze fence is planted with mulberry hemp, and the old wine in the white house is idle. May there be a wind that blows through the peach blossoms for ten miles, and may there be rain that wets your clothes. The long rain alley, an affectionate glance, a word to write a romantic life.
May you pass by this spring, watch the time flow, may you have a soul in your heart, and the Buddha comes from the flowers. All the past events are dusty, and all the affection is a chapter of its own.
Look at the flowers according to the window, the flowers do not live up, April is affectionate, according to the east wind. You are the April day in the world, a tree and a love waiting for the flowers to bloom.
Time can't wash away the beauty, and the years are as warm as jade. May you still be as beautiful as a flower, may you be affectionate and in love, may the story have no end, and the galaxy is the future.