The age of fluttering white clothes, Ye Bei
1.
The joy of the holiday rippled in the spring wind, and I also smelled the fragrance of flowers blowing in the wind.
At that moment, I really wanted to sing loudly, look around, but still quiet, pretending not to think about anything, and continue to accompany my friends through the pleasant scenery.
Time was blowing around me, as if there was a pair of slender hands plucking the guitar.
I really envy those who want to sing and sing, how confident they should be.
I'm still a little embarrassed, even though the playlist is on my lips and waiting for me to let it go.
2.
Tents were erected on the side of the road.
The children were running, the older children were flying kites, and the mother was listening to songs, and she was wearing a long, flowered skirt that was whispering to the wind.
Dad checked around the tent to make sure it was safe, took a satisfied look at his wife and children, then went to the car to get fishing gear, hummed a little tune and walked to the river.
3.
My girlfriend and I enjoyed the scenery along the road, listened to the wind, and felt the flowers blooming in the vast land.
I was afraid of the cold, so when I went out so early, I still wore a padded jacket, wide-legged trousers, high-waisted canvas shoes, and tied a floral silk scarf to my long hair.
The friend is a long white dress, black hair shawl, and red leather boots.
We walked among the flowers together, and from time to time I held up a small slipper, and she needed to gently lift the hem of her skirt.
As I walk, I take a deep breath, open my arms, open my heart, and feel the fragrance of the wind, the fragrance of the flowers, and the clear wetness of the river. When you come across a flower you like, you squat down and take a picture of it.
The friend walked cautiously all the way, she looked at the clouds in the sky and herself in her long skirt fluttering under the clouds. She didn't want her red sneakers to get dirt on them, and she was wary of her skirt tripping over the branches. The wind blew the scent of flowers, and it also blew her beautiful hair. She lifted her skirt and tied up her long hair, otherwise the flower-like fairy in my lens would turn into a promiscuous angel. She even raised her arm to show me, honey, I have a "rubella".
"Honey, we'll call it goosebumps here. As I spoke, I ran back to the car, grabbed a long waistcoat, and handed her a pair of sneakers.
She put on the waistcoat, tied the skirt belt to the waist, changed her boots into sneakers, did not forget to take out two headbands from her bag and decorate them on her ankles, and the other braided her long hair with a twist on her neck, and then she got up satisfied, stood on the ridge of flowers again, took a deep breath, and whispered:
"Incense, incense. A gift from the wind. ”