Remember: the mood of Spring (prose) [folk art · solicitation]]

I really didn’t go out for a walk for several days. I hid in my house to watch TV and read those books, and my mind was full of fragments of TV and music, there were lines full of poetic sentences and hieroglyphs in my eyes. I gradually felt a little uneasy and annoyed, so I sank down, put down the pen in my hand and pushed open the window. Yes, A wisp of fresh air came into the room, which made me feel comfortable and relaxed. I held the wisps of sunshine and wind in my hands, listening silently to their laughter and cheers, and the common heartbeat, maybe, this is a state of mind in a specific environment and atmosphere. The fruit trees in front of the window also began to whisper, as if they gave their unique feelings to the land and sunshine, the bird songs on the branches, the chatter and dreams that swayed by the stroke, the notes of life splashed brightly in the light. I really wanted to stretch out my hands to touch those dark green light spots. Unfortunately, my hands were too short to reach, I had to stare at them and threw themselves into the embrace of the land. No, it was the wounds of the land that gradually moistened the poetic style, left me eternal proposition and singing. Yes, some birds flew away, and some birds flew back. The fruit trees in front of my window were chasing and playing with each other, and there was a twittering sound in my mouth, which was permeated with the green among the branches. So, I felt that time was so beautiful and precious, so I truly realized that life was so full of fun and the colorful colors given by nature, it is so simple and generous, and it is so tempting. On the wilderness of green life, I am a silent grass, listening and touching the advice of wind and rain silently. On the path full of flowers and glittering silver light, all the scenes were so comfortable, charming and wonderful. In the imagination of if and false one by one, every sentence and song is full of youthful vitality and dreams. You and I are embracing the wind and rain, the world of mortals, and the scene in spring. Really, all the love is heartbreaking. Yes, we are all pursuing truth, goodness and beauty together. Spring is attractive and stretches its charm in my heart. Autumn scenery is fragrant, rich and colorful, and then your eyes are burning. All the exclamations are Holding Love in the light, don’t dream vaguely curse the world you, moved by the steps of spring. I was tempted by the scenery of Spring. Spring makes people excited. We hurried on the horseback with whips. Yes, thousands of rivers and mountains are just waiting for leisure. The beauty of life is all mature in the sunshine, wind and rain. The dream and pursuit of life are brighter and greenish on that Meadow. The bitterness and sweetness of life are flat and rough on the winding mountain road. Opportunities and Challenges leave endless desire for aftertaste in the sound of feet all the time, galloping into hot promises, firmly and persistently pursuing the energetic sunshine and wind and rain. I came from the flowers and plants. I trudge in the sunshine and water. I sighed in the pain of my heart. All my thoughts climbed onto the branches of the green tree with beauty. A thousand kinds of feelings overlook the light and water. Presumably, there are thousands of beautiful scenery in my heart. Presumably, the cold and warm right and wrong in life are filled with all kinds of amorous feelings given by Heaven and Earth. Therefore, I looked down at the land, with footmarks and scars, as if saying to me: Don’t forget the pain, right, after hearing this, I kept asking myself: will I be such a kind of person?! Therefore, I bowed down again and reached out my hand to gently pick up the words left in the cracks of the soil and the stone wounds one by one, as well as the colors of flowers and plants, with tears in my eyes, I said to the words that gathered in my hands silently: you don’t have to be disappointed and sad. You will shine and be young. In this way, I carefully arranged and combined the words one by one and read them carefully. Yes, you said to me: this is poetry and prose. Therefore, I finally know what poetry is. And wrote poems one by one on the manuscript paper. My love and hard work got the approval of heaven and earth. Therefore, I read on the horseback that I could not overlook the secular eyes, making the noble soul like a peach blossom that no longer sticks, in the cold rain of youth, devoting oneself to the sludge and running water sounds the philosophies of life one by one. Remember that piece of land in spring, the hot sun shouted for me, bluffing and generating wind. Sighing that spring mind, in the sound of hoofs, the impulsive pastoral song. In the spring, you and I were so passionate in the embrace of the land that the original dream was refreshed. In spring, we were all filled with lofty sentiments, crossing mountains and running water. Therefore, I pulled out a little drizzle from the bright eyes of heaven, like smoke and fog, like transparent silver nets one by one, scattered down one after another, covering the whole land and mountains where enthusiasm came one after another, as well as my small house, I was pulled to another state that I had never seen before. The branch of the fruit tree in front of me smiled, waving its warm little hands and singing songs that I was familiar, the full rain beads hang on every sober treetop one by one, holding their heads high with endless missing, rendering the elegant scene given by Green. The sound of spring thunder called and roared loudly. Let me wake up from the dormant field. Warm and lofty, with the breath of the Wild Field and the smell of wine that has not yet been dispersed, leaving a spring notice on the branches, maybe, it made my inspiration start a brand new capture again. The Rhyme of every poem came together from the new ground, which surprised the joy of life one by one. What can I compare with? I opened the door and window and looked at it from afar. Ah, that was the figure of my parents. The songs made me very excited, the field is filled with endless information in the concentration of light and water, which enriches my scenery and infinite love for this land and home. Spring Thunder announced a brand-new thinking, which brought vitality to this world and made you and my dreams not empty. I tried my best to recall the night filled with mud, with rain and fog, let the rain fly down on my body, let the rain whisper quietly in my mind, just like the swaying lilacs, in the hands of the wind, Beethoven’s Symphony of fate was played with the piano. Every note revealed in Fang’s lips turned into a wisp of rain, clarifying my heart, it seems to cover everything in the world. After all, I am full of vigor and vitality in my joys and sorrows, which makes me feel the power of honor and disgrace and Republic and selflessness holding me up, as pushing me forward, my whole body is full of youthful vitality and desire. Give my wish to the countryside and the mountains. Every beauty of it was once my sadness, just like the one we love, just like my parents, they have no complaints or regrets; Every point of them has something that makes people fall in love with, and they will become our reason for pain, and they will feel moved like God. Therefore, I cherish every 1 minute 1 second that comes and goes in a hurry. Every page of scenery that I have seen and read includes the poetic, good, beautiful and ugly that you and I have. Everything I love has become the scene of everything in spring. I miss and worry for a long time. There are tens of thousands of frost days, tens of thousands of home lights and thousands of amorous feelings, I don’t want to distinguish anything from others any more. I understand what I am thinking and what I don’t want in my heart? Because in China, Spring and human beings are so close to each other, with joy and sorrow. I, open that diary, ah, it has been a few days since beginning of spring, and I will write it down. [Introduction: Pang Xiaoyun, male, Zhuang nationality. CPC party members. Born in the late 1950 s, junior college in Chinese (administrative management), news editor. Queue educated youth. He has been engaged in amateur literature creation for more than 30 years and has over works. Department of Guangxi Folk Literature and Art Association, Guangxi Literature Association writer poet former township and county organs leadership, Tianlin county Federation chairman. 2011 nian 12 yue rong won Dream Trip original literature Network national literature essay contest poetry first prize, and awards ceremony in. There are a collection of literary works published. He is an online member of prose (long Xiaoyun); A writer signed by Tianya Literature Network (TLPXY57829). Link: Guangxi Tianlin County Literary Federation transfer (533300) Pang Xiaoyun. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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