I talk to Spring about the heart

The spring breeze does not know each other, and it is casually blowing. The southern country is green and thick, and the northern yan begins to peck at the mud. Spring is the Lord of a hurry, riding on the spring wind and carrying a drizzle, from the south to the north. The spring breeze blows green everything, replacing the original Xiao Ser with green clothes; the drizzle washes the old face, sprays the floating dust, nourishes the soul, and summons life. The two magic weapons make the spring like Emei and the protector come to the mortal world, tender as water, and the force is unstoppable.

In the cold winter, the ice surface that was once loaded with thick virtue could not withstand the love of the spring wind, and the iron bone of ZhengZheng gradually broke its intestines and turned into a river of spring water. Spring water has feelings, as the song gives: spring river plumbing duck prophet, red palm lightly stroke the ripples. The raccoon girl laughed at the shadow in the water, and the water streak could be used as a mirror. The weeping willows on the shore, originally like the long hair of the raccoon girl, straightened and slid down, and there was a little toughness in the waxing moon day, and the spring breeze in March quietly captured the body and mind of the willows, making the branches spit green and the leaves and buds yellow. The willow that has gone to the heart of the piano is reflected in the water, and from a distance it looks like Grandma Liu washing the sin of not adhering to principles in the water. In the eyes of the painter, this riverside landscape is suitable for sketching a spring sketch. In the eyes of the literati, it is the sadness of Yang Liu'an, The Wind and the Moon, and where the wine wakes up tonight. Jiang Jing reflected the moonlit night, and the spring sleep did not wake up. Spring is a master of tai chi, with an irresistible gentleness, to break through the fortress of winter. Eyruke will win from time to time, and indulgence and non-resistance will lose what they originally possessed. Did winter lose to spring, or did it give way to spring?

West Lake March is the season of light wipes, but it is precisely without applying powdered makeup, so that West Lake can be better than Xi Shi. A smile leads to a drunken tourist, and a song lingers for a long time. During the Southern Song Dynasty, the West Lake was a place to forget worries. The bustling flow of people, no matter how Huma chirps, but can be danced by Languan sleeves, the strings are tight and boneless, and the giants will rest from now on. People briefly forget their sorrows, and they also forget the years. The Southern Song Dynasty in spring had the cold of winter. The wind and rain should be full of vitality, but the disasters caused by internal troubles have caused many lives to be destroyed. If you don't believe me, ask Qin Juniper, who has been kneeling in front of Yue Fei's tomb for eight hundred years on the edge of the West Lake, whether he has any remorse? Spring in nature is not as beautiful as spring on earth.

Spring snatched the dynasty from winter's hands, and gladly fell into a flower lover. No matter what kind of flower, as long as it is found by the spring wind, or moistened by the spring rain, the spring will be occupied and released. Such as bitter cauliflower, spring flowers, spring will be used as spring mandarins, just a notice, spring is coming; apricot blossoms, peach blossoms, in the spring in the East Palace, bloom in March and April, attracting the unanimous cheers of the city and the countryside. In particular, the apricot blossoms are the most undisciplined in front of the spring, and the red apricots out of the wall are originally difficult to find, but they can be grasped by the sullen heads of passers-by, so that the people on the side of the king who are overflowing with spring hearts fold branches and occupy the name. Locust flowers, pomegranate flowers, sycamore flowers, in the eyes of spring is an old side of the house, not active, not cooperative, blooming in the late spring. And so on, spring is unscrupulous in its own kingdom, prompting thousands of flowers and trees to bloom. The visible hand is better than the invisible hand. The shadowless hands of spring, mysterious and unpredictable. The reign of spring, which lasted only three months, during which the glory and prosperity were broken by the limitations of winter and the banner of victory was raised. Just like the Spring Festival of every household during the Spring Festival, it is full of joy and beauty.

The March days in Nanjing also let spring take the lead. The vastness of zhongshan ridge and the thickness of the rain flower terrace are all awakened and baptized in the spring wind and spring rain. The clarion call to create a new era, the cry of life and death, and the whimpering of the Yangtze River, play a magnificent chorus of spring. After the cold winter, the death of the crossing, the spring of cherry blossoms in full bloom. Spring in Nanjing is worth rejoicing and reminiscing about. But the pain of history, the people who walk in the spring, please do not forget.

The four seasons are reincarnated, and life changes. The arrival of a spring heralds the winter that has just left, and will soon return. The spinning wheel of time, while presenting the grandeur of spring, mercilessly crushes the years under the wheel. The desolation of the east side of the Jieshi View of the Canghai Sea; the helplessness of the white teenager's head; the lonely smoke of the desert and the pride of the day of the long song all appeared in the historical picture frame by frame. What is life like for wine? Spring, can you give me the answer?