This cherry blossom season comes a touch of green, a ray of sunlight through the dusty heart, bringing a fresher vision, the air is also filled with the smell of grass and the smell of earth, like the day after the rain, the poem brought by a branch of the green tree, too late to tell, heartfelt praise.
Strolling through the late spring and early summer nights, the city's rare frogs appear in the fields, paddling pools, and even high-rise buildings that spring up like spring shoots, and you can also hear this pristine sound when you walk next to the manhole cover.
Listen to the sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know, the drowsiness of late spring has awakened, the air is filled with a faint heat, the glass doors and windows of the city at night are separated by the noise of motor vehicles, "boom", accompanying you through the long years is the lamp, that through the back of the curtain, glowing with a slight halo, there is a kind of trance-like beauty. With the passage of time, how much tenderness does the candle shadow shake red?
The undeveloped land, where there are only old houses and tiles, under the mysterious veil after night, is it the innocent and romantic childhood of children or the nagging of adults, and the party in front of the TV set is the reunion of the family's hard work.
The night in the countryside, the silent fear, the sound of footsteps without stepping, the evening wind blowing the branches under the moonlight, the swaying sound with the sound of insects in the middle of summer, and the occasional roar of the car engine to bring the mind to the distance. Gray-blue sky, looking at the black wires in the distance there were small planes flashing. The old trees and old trees are dim, and in the derivative of the telephone pole, there are thousands of homes with bright lights, the countryside is not far away, and the fading figure has become particularly bright today
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The plan of the year lies in the spring, when looking at the yellow and green willow leaves and geese, the water is the first to know the color and arrival of spring, and there are weeds floating on the surface of the water, "cattails, broken copper coins, duckweed..." The water grass in the hometown can be called, and the unknown has everything. A few migratory birds flew by, the spring breeze swept up layers of waves, until the flowers bloomed all over the mountains, the park was full of people admiring the flowers, this is too beautiful and lively scene, when taking pictures and punching cards, it is full of irritability.
Open the calendar book, the twenty-thirteenth day of the fourth month of the lunar calendar, tomorrow is the summer. Once paved with flowers, only the late spring of the Yushu Linfeng remained
A piece of thick makeup and light green vegetation for us, think about the end of the holiday, the arrival of Lixia gives people an inexplicable sadness, flowers fall to people, things are not people, people are not, when is the next time to meet, miss the days of October, not because I like sadness, but a realm to live.