Author: Zhang Xueyong
In May, the flowers are not young, and the shallow summer debuts. A look back at the years makes the deep spring travel far away, and the summer arrives beautifully.
There is always a stream of water, which can accommodate the cool in early summer, and there is always a cloud that arrives in Wushan. In the season when acacia flowers are fragrant, green plums are boiled in wine, and lotus flowers are enchanting.
There is a quiet place under the vines, and the roses are blooming at the beginning. The boy knows that May is free, and a cup of tea puts paper kites.
In May, if you like it, you might as well follow the beauty of wading and go to meet the gorgeous summer flowers. You might as well fade away the enchanting purple and red and change the light summer into green.
I hope that the streamer of May, in the stormy city, enjoy the flowers and continue the tea, chant poems, red sentences, green sentences, are affectionate, wind sentences, rain sentences, all have poetry.
I always thought that a stream of water could accommodate the coolness of the next season, and I always thought that I waded in the water for the sake of Shaohua who was freshly dressed and angry. Leading the horse through the world, the smoke and rain and the moonlight are paintings.
Spring goes, thousands of purples and thousands of reds exit, summer, smoke and rain fall in the dust, let this beautiful scenery, dazzling, cool, calmly, calmly elegant, hidden in the mountains and rivers.
In May, thousands of purples and thousands of reds have just thanked spring, and the summer flowers are gorgeous and spring, may you live clearly, see through, such as the breeze and the moon, free and easy.
May the days become poems, the morning and dusk are paintings, you and I are safe and sound, and the four seasons are happy.