Come on, let’s date with spring as much as we can

The real life is becoming more and more skinny, the inner heart is becoming more and more ethereal, and the mental path is becoming narrower and narrower. Why not choose such a spring season to have a romantic date with spring? ——- Inscription the drizzle in the past few days has wet the mind of memory, moistened and enriched the green leaves of our life, which are as ethereal and free as clouds. The heavy wet mist makes the heaven and earth as if covered with a thin gauze curtain, hazy and flickering, just like a painting of Danqing ink painting. A spring rain made the water of the river rise; Let the grass hiding in the miscellaneous leaves turn green, and peep out curiously one after another; Let the gray sky clear and clear. The wind and rain are gone, and the spring is coming. Meng Haoran’s spring dawn: Sleep in spring without knowing the dawn, and hear birds everywhere. How much do you know when the night comes and the wind blows. This poem makes people feel warm everywhere in the lingering spring, and the mood is naturally happy and bright. The weather in March was shocked and unpredictable, just like a naughty child. After a while, the sun was shining; After a while, the drizzle was decadent, which made people unable to stop and hate it. They loved it a lot and could only play with it with its temper. It was also like a popular song with ups and downs, it is unforgettable and hard to let go. Spring flowers will bloom freely and birds will sing freely. Under the Sun, the Spring Garden couldn’t be closed. Walking slowly on the riverside, I saw the green willows in various shapes and charm in the wind. The Wind opened a pool of lotus ponds in spring, swaying a curtain of dreams, ripples layer by layer, silver light flashing, I occasionally see one or two wild ducks flirting with each other in the water, making the river jump with happy notes. The catkin flowing in the wind is far and near, up and down, graceful and elegant, like poetry and smoke, like a beautiful fairy tale, decorated with the bright and quiet sky, touching my dream! Small bridges, running water, people, shallow or deep, in the embrace of spring, are filled with poetic and painting, floating and warm tenderness, hiding in dreams and quietly blooming. Under the night, Song Wang Anshi’s “Spring Night”: spring is annoying, and the moon moves flowers and shadows on the handrail. People mind. Or you can walk, look, sit, or find a piece of artificial grass, lie quietly, watch stars, watch the moon, even if there is no stars and moon, it doesn’t matter, as long as there is some warmth in your heart, it is beautiful enough to let the light music gently cross the Heart River and spread leisurely, and let the earthly noise and melancholy, like lightning, take us out of the heavy time. Inadvertently, charming spring clothes have been put on, hiking, enjoying flowers and traveling, which are the most active themes in spring; The plan of a year lies in spring, and spring is the season of breeding hope and warmth. Looking at the mountains and plains, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the mood is pleasant; Looking at the flowers, red willows and Green, the clouds are steaming, and the leisure is nourishing; Looking at the bright sunshine and the pleasant birds, we are waiting for us on the road! At this moment, is there any reason to choose to be an indoorsman and an indoorsman staying at home bored? The spring breeze blows away the green dream lightly, with the fragrance floating and the amorous feelings in the smiling eyes; In the flying skirt; In the hearty singing, who disturbed our tenderness? Who woke up our a Wye sweet intention? Is that you? With light steps and dreams, it bloomed all the way, walking along the song, rescuing the beautiful poems of Tang and Song, holding fragrance, spreading out a page of incense notes, stumbling between the lines of words, pick up the charming spring and get close to our hearts. I have imagined and speculated for countless times. If there is no Colorful Dream of Spring to enrich our green good mood, how can we have a trace of missing and attachment? Zhaohuaxishi and who would ripples liu yi? Who will turn a hundred times in the geometry of flowers blooming and falling? When the sun goes down, can you still walk calmly when you see the lonely back after the colorful sunset? Look at the green riverside, the beautiful image of lovers; Look at the place where peach blossom is in full bloom, there are happy laughter and laughter of boys and girls; Look at the exquisite catkin, spinning tassels in March of fireworks, listen to the Sanskrit of the years; Watch the totem kite and fly freely in the bright and clear sky with children’s innocent dreams; Watch the gentle breeze, beautiful flowers and shadows, and the demon is extremely beautiful; look at the charming fireworks or the moon, whose beautiful eyes are charming? Look at the indescribable wild flowers, which bloom densely. In front of the house, behind the house, on the River Ridge and on the roadside, there are their unknown tired figures everywhere, which bloom silently and silently, romantic —– the scenery of the mountain, the water, the scene, everything is beautiful, fresh, beautiful, sunny, graceful —— spring, the clouds are light, the wind is light, the flowers are beautiful, and drunk and OK, if you want to sing like crazy, why not do it? Come on, let’s don’t wander, don’t hesitate, open our hearts and open our lungs, embrace this poetic spring with happiness and enthusiasm, and follow the footprints of literati and scholars closely, let’s have a sweet date with spring as much as you can. Let the boiling pride and missing smile and be graceful with spring —- don’t, get drunk and don’t know where to go! Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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Winter rain

The sky was gray, covered by a huge gray-white curtain. Looking up, it looks like a huge white and gray canvas. A few pieces of clouds with various postures that have been dipped in thick ink are flowing quietly on them. The edges and corners are like mountains, the twists and turns are like rivers, and they are like a landscape painting. However, it rained. With the cold wind, raindrops fell on my face, adding a bit of chill. But I also became more sober. Then there was a shiver, wrapped the clothes tightly, and looked around: The house had already closed the doors and windows, but the winter rain fell on the glass of the window bit by bit, as if the tinkling sound could still be heard. Raindrops slide down the glass, leaving Rain marks, like hands made of water, stroking and wiping the dust on the glass on the window. There were many pedestrians on the road, but there was no feeling of bustling. People all lowered their heads and stepped forward to avoid the winter rain! There are still several remaining leaves on the poplar trees on the roadside trembling in the cold wind with raindrops. Was it the cold wind wrapped in rain that could not bear to blow away the remaining leaves, and wanted to leave some memories for poplar trees, so that she could warm herself in winter? Thinking like this, I felt a warm current in my heart. Winter rain is not like spring rain. Although it is also pattering, there is no feeling of diving into the night with the wind and moistening things silently. It is not like the rain in summer, as if it wants to destroy something, or as if it is chasing something. The sky was dyed by the imitation of the Buddha statue, with lightning and strong wind, coming impatiently and hurriedly. It is not like the rain in autumn. The dye is just so-so, dyed the lush forest in the mountain, painted the emerald green in the field. The yellow fields are fine, where we have harvested, while the Yellow Mountain forest seems desolate and smells of death. What does winter rain look like? The withered yellow branches of poplar on the roadside pricked into the gray sky, like an old man full of confusion in his eyes, trying to recall his ever green past. The mountain forest seemed to have not recovered, looking at the leaves covering the ground, it was also trying to recall yesterday’s lush. Winter rain, are you wiping their remaining memories? Raise your head, the sky will still be gray. I want to clear away the clouds and see the sky outside. I want to see the morning glow and sunset, and also want to count the stars. This everlasting eternity, having seen the vicissitudes of the sea, and also experiencing the dry and rotten sea, she must have endless stories and countless memories in her heart. Who will wipe off the dust on her memory window? What is her winter rain? Maybe it was the fire of the overlord of the Western Chu dynasty, which turned the Qin Palace into ashes and the Qin dynasty into dust fluttering in the wind; Maybe it was the rolling water of the Yangtze River, and he had searched out too many stories, too many hero. Those stories and influences all changed into waves along with the river and integrated into the vast ocean of history; Or maybe it was Genghis Khan’s tough cavalry, mighty and vigorous, tornado seems to sweep away the past and erase the old memory. Hundreds of years of Song Dynasty was rolled up and thrown into the deep universe. I lowered my head, and the withered branches of poplar in front of my eyes pricked into the gray sky, but those leaves were gone. Suddenly an inexplicable fear spread in our hearts. Will our history be like this poplar tree? Hurriedly, I looked over: with the water of Yangtze River, the white spray carrying heroes and stories blended into the sea, but turned into a bigger spray, with the majestic galloping in the vast ocean; the dust burnt from the glorious palace of Qin Dynasty turned into fertilizer, which made the tree of history stronger and more luxuriant; song dynasty, which had gone through hundreds of years of wind and rain, became a bright star under the night of history, and achieved eternity with the morning glow and sunset. Along the street, I walked forward quietly. However, at this moment, I am not looking at the gray sky, the poplar branch piercing into the sky. I can’t even feel the chill of cold rain falling on my face with the cold wind. I know that the cold winter rain can only wipe off some dust, and the windows of that house will only become brighter. As for that poplar tree, after losing the last few leaves, there will be a heavy snow covering it and a green dream in the near future. 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