When the peach blossom is in bloom, the apricot blossom falls, just waiting for you to appreciate it.
The best thing to do is to choose the best shadow in front of the court under the moon, and ask you to enjoy the flowers under the moon.
The winds of March are blowing, and it is best to drink tea with the moon.
I heard the sound of a pipa on the other side of the room, and I didn't say a word.
In early spring, the mountain fog light cage, I stood in the creek, long unwilling to leave. The air is a little wet, smell, some of the smell of grass. The sun has just revealed a smile, the sky is now a reddish purple color, the distant valleys floating out of the milky fog, everything, all stained with the color of blue and white.
The grass by the creek, the creek side of the sound of rustling, listen carefully, but also a silk like copper rhyme quivering. Those sawtooth grass, blade green like water, like a willow leaf knife, in the morning light showed a slight light. That above the condensation of pearl-like fog beads, there are a few waterfowl, in the wet shock of the fog, a long sound, a short sound called, the sound is beautiful, their long neck, a stretch, echo each other for a while, jumping around to look for food, and occasionally happy to sing a song, but also from time to time, cocked a long spoon-like tail, dancing.
I don't know why? They suddenly screamed, "whirring" a sound, all into the grass on both sides of the river, disappeared half a trace. The remaining stream of water, in the mist of the morning, alone, singing a vulgar song, gurgling.
Peach Blossom Stream water in the spring, clear and transparent eyes full of green, green is different, green is special, green can not say. With "beautiful water" to summarize the peach blossom stream water, not at all reluctant. Peach Blossom Stream water, but the texture is authentic pure, and general water in the mountain streams, looks no different, scooped in a bowl, bottled, is a natural mineral water. Drink to the mouth sweet. I picked up the stream and drank, drank a few mouthfuls, wiped his mouth and laughed: "Shennong Valley Peach Blossom Stream water, really good!" At this time, I remembered Bai Juyi's poem: "Hot spring water is slippery and washes away gelatinous fat", which is based on the fact that all good springs have this kind of "warm, slippery and cool" character. Peach Blossom Stream water, use it to make tea, the more fragrant, use it to wash your face, the surface of the water drips a thin layer of grease. Peach Blossom Stream people have spirit, strength and longevity. It turns out that the water here has the effect of losing weight and strengthening muscles and bones. Spring is here, Peach Blossom Stream, it is still the same old bones, green and green with a white veil that stirs the heart, in the climate change, as a dream of the young girl, to maintain a reserve, a transparency, an innocence, this is what I said Peach Blossom Stream water.
March, only a few bursts of drizzle. Breeze blowing the millions of only unfolded with yellow. Young leaves of the willow. Green grass, green leaves, brightly colored flowers, are like a rally gathered together, forming a glorious spring. One of the most striking, is the enchanting peach blossom. Into the peach blossom forest, a burst of fresh fragrance comes to the nose, from a distance it looks like a sea of pink flowers, like scarlet evening sunshine. The breeze, the whole piece of peach blossom dancing with the wind, issued a "rustle" sound, like playing a serenade. Peach blossoms flying down with the wind like snow, fluttering down, really "colorful" ah! The ground is paved with a layer of pink carpet, really pleasing to the eye!
The peach blossom is crowded with flower trips, each peach blossom is like a rouge, peach blossom in a variety of ways, so that people look dazzled. Some only unfolded a two petals, shy, like a shy little girl; some unfolded five small delicate petals a red stamen topped with tender yellow pollen; some are still just flower bones, quietly sleeping, but it looks like full of immediately want to rupture like.
Looking at it, I felt as if I were a peach blossom, wearing a red-colored dress.