Walking in March of fireworks

Walking in March of fireworks, I opened the scroll of time by accident. The spring breeze of time gently passed through the corridor bridge of memory, gently stroking my tender and water-like thoughts and curling my feelings of totem, seductive with the wind, graceful with the flowers, indescribable lingering, layered and overlapping. Walking on the march of fireworks, the ancient poem says: the rain on the street is as smooth as crisp, and the grass color is close but there is no; The apricot flowers are wet with the clothes, and the wind of blowing noodles does not contain willows —– the drizzle in, sometimes it was patter and trickle, and naturally revealed the tactful, free and elegant like clouds, without fetters or irritation, just like that, like smoke and fog, which mischievously wet the hair of pedestrians, wet the petals, wet the roof, —– follow the tip of the hair, the tip of the leaves and the eaves slowly, moistening every corner, elegant and calm, just like a soft and gentle song, sing softly and tirelessly. It took two or three days to see the pavilions and pavilions from a distance. The misty rain was hazy, like a mirage, looming, looking close like silk, like needles, densely woven, everything in front of me was blocked in the misty rain, dreamlike. The continuous spring rain quietly pushed away the window of the soul, moistened our mottled souls, enriched our sentimental feelings, and did not know who would wet a blind dream? Walking in March of fireworks, birds and flowers are everywhere, the sun is warm, and the mood is also warm, like flowers blooming, the spring breeze is warm, touching people’s bones are crisp, there is no indifference and desolation in winter any more. The emerald green in the eyes is occupied by prosperity. The green mountains and rivers are rippled with Green Mood. They stick to the landscape and fall in love at first sight. A plain pen is flowing with a trickle of words, elegant poetic seduction, touching the softness of the heart, dense warmth —– walking in March of fireworks, grass grows and warblers fly, green willows contain smoke, peach blossoms bloom, Poetry Cloud: peach blossoms bloom first when spring is warm, who doesn’t think it’s bright. It is a pity that the wind blows behind, and the dark red pieces are dotted with Berry Moss. And a poem Late Spring san yue day heavy three, spring peach blossom full exorcising tan. Guangle winds up and down in the sky, and the fairy boat shakes in the mirror. Peach blossom is seductive, and March is like a poem. It is an affectionate season. It is the Ferris wheel that rotates to the highest point of happiness, pulling a ray of sunshine and flowing the most beautiful moment at the fingertips, revealing infinite excitement. The heart is like a free and easy flowing cloud, smiling to the wind and dust, smiling to the flowers, a touch of tenderness, thousands of long. Walking in March of fireworks means walking into the hometown of poetry and the paradise of dreams. The misty rain, the catkin, the pleasant scenery of lakes and mountains. The field, the village, the Shaohua in the streets. Everything is the harbor of tender emotions. From ancient to modern times, how many literati and movers, how many tourists, March, travel, golden season, spring is warm and flowers bloom, weather and location, carry bags, travel with spring, Leshan play with water, visit historic sites; Wear bamboo sea; climbing high mountains; Tasting farmhouses; Choosing calm and quiet, staying away from the noise of the city, tasting the mountain life of the ancient roads of the old villages, maybe having the petty bourgeoisie sentiment of the small towns, enjoying the beauty of the nature leisurely, let yourself understand the sound of the sea, the rhyme of the mountain, the light of Buddha and the singing of flowers. I have learned what tea culture, water culture and farming culture are —- a grass and a tree, a sand and a stone; A flower and a fruit, a person, a lifetime, a world, walking is happiness, and seeing is mood, the bottom of my heart is full of pure feelings, the sky is high and wide, and I have no desire or desire. Now, I like one sentence most: life is like a journey, and I don’t have to care about the destination, what I care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery. Fireworks March, fireworks rain Alley, fireworks bright, light taste of life, laugh at the worldly wisdom, everything is light and light. March is quiet and elegant, with small bridges and flowing water, words and swallows murmured, and poems on the ground make people forget to leave. Walking slowly on the sunny Riverside in March, gently folding a wicker and bending it into a yearning, with my dream, swaying in the morning sun, crazily in the sunset glow of sunset, or in the misty rain, the heart touched by the dream, drunk in the sweet State of flowers and butterflies all over the sky, fresh and elegant, looking at the smoke curling from the kitchen, the spring is thick, the spring flowers are bright, as if a pair of ink painting with heavy makeup and light wipe is suitable, mysterious and colorful. Walking in March of fireworks, you can abandon some concerns as you wish and gain a sense of innocence; You can forget some melancholy and have a sense of indifference, which makes complexity and simplicity, prosperity and lightness, because in March, the breeze is blowing, the skirt corners are flying, the fragrance is full of sleeves, and all the way is fragrant. In the sentimental eyes, you read a poem and dream for thousands of years. Maybe in the shadow of your travel, you still have the fragrance of peach blossom when you return, whose eyes will be intoxicated? Whose heart will be seductive? In March, there are spring breeze, drizzle, fragrant flowers, hope, dream, tenderness of Tang poetry, graceful and restrained Song poetry, Heaven on Earth, beautiful, full of ink fragrance, shallow poetic charm, I am charming by wind, drunk by rain for wine in March of fireworks, let the dream blossom happily——-

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