The spring breeze is gentle, gently brushing the face, brushing Moshang, and blowing through the mountain wilderness, blowing away the cold, bringing vitality and awakening all things.
Mo is bustling, all for spring. As if in a blink of an eye, as far as the eye can see, the grass is already like smoke, the willows are green, a flower blooms one after another, and a falling cherry blossom after a falling cherry.
Spring is the season of flowers, it is sunny, it is the fragrance of birds and flowers, it is the spring breeze of ten miles, and it is full of flowers.
The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the day lies in the morning. Facing the ten-mile spring breeze, hard-working people plant melons, beans, and all hopes.
Spring flowers bloom beautifully, whether it is from germination, to budding, or to growing and flowering, each one has a name, and each one hides a story.
These vigorous blooms and growths are the beauty of life from conception to flourishing, the beginning of the four seasons of warmth, and the murmuring of April days between the new swallows.
I have always liked the flowers of spring, and I also like the fall of flowers in spring. Fold a willow, smell lightly, full of the breath of spring.
As soon as the spring rain comes, the flowers and trees will rush to the trip, exuding their own vitality. They work hard to pluck the joints, pull the leaves, and bud the buds, just to meet us in the most beautiful spring.
Standing under the flowers and trees, or on the grass, the unbridled vigor and vitality seem to make people feel like they are in a fairy tale world, which softens the soul and quietly beautifies the passing years.
A tree is fragrant with flowers, a tree is warm, and the air is full of sweet smells. It is the flowers that make time dye, the spring that makes the world change, and the love that makes life have the most beautiful encounter.
In April in the world, Fangfei is everywhere, and it is warm. On a sunny day, it would be so pleasant to sit under the flowers and trees, blowing the gentle wind, whispering to the flowers and plants, and being accompanied by bees and butterflies.
Flowers and wine, drunk is also spring, love is also spring. Sitting upright in the shallow grass, not for the brightness, just for the sake of the road of cultivation, you can have a clear glass, and all the time that passes is like the bottom of the sleeve, Xu Yiyun is light and the wind is light, and Xu is Zen leisurely.
Spring is not old, the wind is thin and the willows are oblique, if you meet spring, you must live with spring. May you live in the spring, everything you see is a good scenery, everything you go is a smooth road, everything you encounter is just right, may you live like a spring, smile and be safe!