As the saying goes, "The plan of the year lies in the spring." "The early spring always brings infinite hope. Outside the window, the desolation had long since receded. In the eye, it is dotted green, so green, so cute.
Time flies, time flies, and we always follow its footsteps in a hurry. The four seasons have never stopped for a moment, and we have never had a moment of respite, so we slowly go away with time, into spring, into April.
Looking at Mo, it is still the same as before, and the person is still the same person, but his face is getting old. The cold winter has passed! Once, those people, those things, those feelings, those scenes, those likes, and those regrets have gradually faded and become distant with the departure of winter.
Suddenly, it's April again. I couldn't help but feel an indescribable warmth in my heart. At this moment, the sun is just right, the spring is bright, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the catkins fly, everything is as warm as me, safe and quiet.
Silently, sitting in the time when the grass grows and the warbler flies, let the April wind blow gently from my life. Those long-ago details, long-ago people, long-ago past. Begin to revive in a quiet mind. After so long, time has been like an hourglass, quietly filtering all obsessed grudges. Only love remains, radiating a moving light in the depths of life.
Fingers flow, no traces. Life is nothing more than countless nights alternating with day. Many days passed like the wind. Yan Yan's red, emerald green. Fascinated by the watchman's eyes, the sadness of waiting. Those days, childhood sweethearts, why are they suddenly so far away? I wandered in the wind in April, went to see the willows that had just fallen, listened to the dingdong of the mountain stream, and went to find a bosom friend in the Tang and Song poems and songs.
Suddenly, I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or an illusion. In the years that have passed quietly and lightly, who sighs in the fateful fate of impermanence, who is still listening to the beauty of a leaf knowing autumn? When I heard it again, I really felt that the years were like a song.
Walking in April, it is like shuttling through the Jiangnan picture scroll, everything is bright and quiet. Gently, let go of all the sadness and confusion, and lighten up a wisp of the breath of this season. When the flowering period is over, let me be intoxicated by the words of incense. Let some entanglements, some feelings, be dense and damp in the old poetry lines. I want to ask, the people I'm waiting for have already arrived at Pujia, or Shuimei, why haven't I seen you return?
"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. "April is the most beautiful, the beauty is in a tree and flowers, and the beauty is in a piece of red. The beauty in the smoke and rain is rippling, and the dark fragrance fills the sleeves. Every April, I would like to be quiet, with a curtain of light dreams, looking forward to an invitation.
Wandering in the time when there are birds and flowers, let me, with a touch of poetry, fade the heavy outfit, wear a cloth clothes, and walk shallow to the depths of spring. Alone, walking on the song. Perhaps, I will invite a companion on the road to accompany me to watch the fine water and long stream, and the clouds are light and the wind is light. Perhaps, a person, without worry, enjoys the comfort of "stealing half a day of leisure" alone.
If spring is a poem that is not easy to read, then I say that April is my favorite song. I like to leave all the mundane things behind in this season. In my favorite songs, I sing in a low voice and listen to the birds and flowers. I like to be pampered in the simple years that I like, and watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court. I like to stay unintentionally in the bland fireworks that I like, and wander with the clouds outside the sky.
The most beautiful in the world, but April day. The shallow grass is green, peach and willow green, and the purple is red. If you can, find some free time, bring a wisp of spring breeze, and dress lightly. In the green mountains and distant daisies, swim in the blue sky with the paper kites, and dance with the colorful butterflies in the flowers.
Go, dear friends, in this most beautiful season. Go to a distant place, or travel to the mountains, or play in the water, abandon all irritability, stay away from the hustle and bustle, find a quiet place, spend a period of peace, and walk with the most beautiful April day in the world.