March drizzle lyrical prose

Cold winter has just rolled up its cover and very reluctantly stepped out of the threshold of the season, and you drifted over from the south -- March drizzle.

Perhaps because the road is too far away, you travel very slowly, a whole year. It seems familiar heh, you still maintain that kind of cautious character, not openly. However, you do not know, your footsteps through the place have left a faint green shadow. That is actually everything launched on behalf of you to honor the speech, pious hope are dissolved in the wet.

Your curiosity remains the same. To the reed beach to see, hoping to hear underwater whispers; to the river to see, hoping to hear the chant of the waves; to the wheat field to see, want to hear the heart of the plucking; to the woods to see, want to hear the clamor of the leaves; to the factories to see, want to hear the roar of the machine ...... the past beauty of vaguely in the next year, the new appearance of the next year in four places to be born! You are intoxicated, dancing happily in the slight spring breeze. At this time, poets and painters are no longer stingy ink and paint, passion and you are united, the flow of poetry in your language, the picture shines with your figure, the beauty of your forever on earth!

Your patience is much appreciated! Come and go, go and come, keep touring this land you love. Finally waited until the flowers all bloomed, the trees all green, grass all green, the earth showed colorful. People in your transparent whip drive, take off the down coat, let the feeling out of the winter. The whole body and mind to accept the baptism of the spring breeze, the stored desire to be fully released.

When the sun smoothly occupies the sky, and urgently urge you to leave, I know you are still non-stop to the north. Because you shoulder a mission, to tirelessly drive away the cold, so that the warmth of the earth. Although it is a cycle of weeks and weeks, despite the difficulties encountered, despite the hardships, but in your softness there is an unwavering steel conviction. The spring thunder is moved to send you off with a cry of deep emotion, a language you can understand. I still see your shadow in the pounding thunderstorms that follow. The swifter, the rougher, the bolder, the more I realize the meaning of the trailblazer.

Emperor Yongzheng once wrote a seven-column poem called "Getting Rain on March 3rd". He put himself in the perspective of the crops, in the desire to highly praise you: March spring rain is as expensive as oil. He also hoped that all the crops would turn their prayers for growth into the fruits of the fall harvest. But his definition of you is a bit skewed, after all, limiting your role to the crop side. In fact, you are needed to accompany us in our `life' year after year, everywhere, in everything, and in every way in the land where we grow. With you, winter will disappear; with you, the warmth will come to earth; with you, life will be youthful vitality; with you, the air will be fresh and bright; with you, people have a beautiful vision and unlimited reverie ......

March rain, when it does not openly, go quietly. Not only in the sky, but also in my heart. In addition to inspiring poetry, there seem to be many unique qualities that make me think y. Your persistence, your tenacity, your smoothness, your gentleness, your lingering, bring great enlightenment to my personality.