In April, it went deeper, the flowers bloomed one after another, and the colors of the flowers were colorful, and the spring was in full bloom.
However, the ethereal green willows have finally withered away thousands of purples and thousands of reds, green is a deepening green, and flowers are fallen flowers.
It seems that this complicated world is the most beautiful April, and there is also a regret that the flowers have fallen helplessly, but fortunately, there is still the green full of branches.
For several days in a row, the impatient flower skirts of the days have crowded into the streets and alleys, which are comparable to the flowers blooming in April. The children on Saturday and Sunday holidays have long been dressed up in short-sleeved shorts, and they like the "wild and uninhibited" of the little ones who walk, the loud "mouth is unobstructed", and a sharp whistle calls a group of children to run, shout, chase and laugh.
I don't know why, but some small likes came out of my heart.
On second thought, oh, who is not the boy he once was. (Laughter)
In April, the whole person is like a demon, as if being pulled by an invisible line, through the street, across the alley, running to the ferry of spring, accompanied by the spring sun, holding hands with the spring breeze, accompanying the spring flowers, relying on the green willows, walking all the way, looking all the way, shooting all the way, following the footsteps of spring all the way, it is the flowers that come easily, it is the joy of moving with your heart, it is the delicate and delicate of spring, it is the first dew of harvesting spring buds, it is the blooming of happy buds, it is the light spread of leaves, it is the fragrance of pollen, the infatuated people, the drunk heart, such as the poetry and painting of the heart, hanging on the branches of spring, filling the clear stream of the river。
This person, in the spring, seems to be hooked away from the soul, is the dizzying red, orange, yellow and green, is the hurried and there is a breath, is the scene in front of you, is the greed of the human heart is difficult to fill, the spring sent away a stubble of flowers, but also brought me infinite love, I, in the time of red and willow green, lived the busiest person.
The green willows on the shore, the graceful in the wind, the winding paths, the idle chairs, the swaying willows, and the resting people who stop from time to time. Favorite pictures, captured frame by frame.
Not far away, a figure in a red jacket, a man in a black shirt who is so familiar. It's the footsteps of stepping forward, and it's a greeting without shaking hands.
Sister Tang in red, with a beautiful female voice, a quiet face, and a pure appearance. Lao Peng in the distance, smiling into the cheeks of flowers, the intimacy in the greeting, the sincerity revealed, and the long-lost mood, couldn't help but get a little closer to the old couple of them......
The meeting in the spring, the joy is in more folds, and the laughter flies away in the gray sideburns...... Lao Peng, who is still humorous and funny, and Sister Tang in the laughter, are all in the joy of meeting in a hurry. It was the moment I waved goodbye, and in the backs of the two of them walking away, I thought of the blooming and falling of spring flowers, and of the old age in the years.
Man, in front of nature, is like a flower that has bloomed, and like a grass that has decayed. However, I deeply understand that this old mind can not only hold the flowers of spring for decades, but also withstand the scorching heat and cold of the days to come......
At the place where the pen is written, the wind and the sun are noisy, and what you see in spring is all like.
17 April 2024