"The light rain in March, the rain is flowing and the rain is flowing and the next ...... is non-stop" Listening to this song, the feeling of spring arises spontaneously. Maybe it's because I was born in spring, and I have more beautiful feelings for spring.
In fact, Yu Chun's liking has existed since ancient times. Zeng Yunyuan of the Yuan Dynasty "Dotting the Lips, One Night of the East Wind" cloud: "One night of the east wind, how much sorrow is blown away by the pillow." Count the birds. Dreams turn to the screen window. Come at the beginning of spring, go to spring will be old. Long Pavilion Road. General herbs. Only the time to return is good. "The annoyance of losing spring and the joy of regaining it are overflowing.
I confess my love for spring and spring rain, as evidenced by the text: "Gently, gently stepping on the willow branches and grass tips, the transparent tulle-like rain silk is more like the shiny skirt that mops the floor in spring." Gently, gently, stepping on the morning light that has just woken up, diving into the dream that people are about to wake up: softly, but with sound and color—the petals are painted red, the leaves are dyed green...... The spring rain is the rain that falls from the sky, the peach trees suck the milk of spring, the buds bloom, and the peaches that bear sweet relish; the sugar cane sucks the milk of spring, and the sugar cane is sweet from the roots to the tips! The longing for sowing seeds in the spring rain is long and the nights are big, and finally grows into a golden and abundant harvest in the autumn!"
Acura spring, infatuated spring rain, think about it carefully, there is a tender reason, that is, in the spring rain, the willows at the head of the village sprouted, like spring opened the eyes, the wind softened, the sun warmed, and the thatch on the riverside and ridge returned to green. Those thatches reminded me of the poem "Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, but spring breezes blow and regenerate".
The light rain in the spring was intermittent, moistening the earth with green, and it didn't take long for thatched needles to grow in the thatched grass that was awakened by the spring breeze. In my childhood memories, they grew out of our immature eyes and fervent hope!
On the banks of the river, on the ridges of the fields, and even on the green bamboo forests behind the houses, where there is thatch, fresh and tender thatch needles will grow. Peel off the tender skin of the thatched needles to reveal the snow-white and snow-white flesh of the thatched needles. In retrospect, the scene seemed to be close to us: we walked on the spring fields, and pulled out the thatched needles wherever we went, and in this way we ate the thatched needle meat, and we grew up a year old!
The intermittent spring rains have turned the fields green. A few of us children went in groups or alone to mow the grass, feed the sheep, feed the cows, feed the pigs. The broad beans have also grown taller and have purple-black flowers, and you can eat fragrant and crispy young summer beans at the beginning of summer. The shepherd's cabbage was scattered or gathered together, and we searched for it, picked the shepherd's cabbage and wrapped it in the stuffing, made wontons, and made rice balls. On the tall toon tree in the east of the village, purple toon heads also grow, the temptation is very strong, the villagers use bamboo poles to lay a few plants, scrambled eggs to eat. There are also wolfberry heads growing by the river, as well as red stem vegetables that can be seen everywhere, fried and eaten, cut into thin and cold dishes...... Savor it, it's full of spring flavor!
A few days after the spring rain fell, the spring flowers that fought against the severe cold in the wind and snow were dotted with dense green branches, bringing the news of spring to the world! And at the end of spring, the locust flowers that were watered by the spring rain poured out a white fragrance from the depths of the thick green, and the fragrance of a lur was intoxicating. At this time, the colorful spring began to go away, and the summer stepped on the footsteps of the acacia flower rain......
Written by: Zhao Chunhua Editor: Liu Jingxian, Zhu Gaoyi
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