Now, it is spring. The saplings, grass and flowers are awake.
In the early morning, the slightly bright horizon is beautiful, and there are thin clouds floating in the sky, which are scattered by the breeze and turned into traces.
The withered roots have sprouted green shoots, and the branches show the breath of spring. Bees and butterflies are out collecting honey again. At night, flying fireflies emit tiny light under the singing of cicadas. Everything starts to move in spring.
Spring breeze is warm, blowing on the face, like a thin scarf. Spring breeze awakens spring, rivers, willow branches and hibernating animals.
The spring sun shines on my face, but I don't feel any heat. Only the warm spring breeze blows head on.
Breathe the spring air, smell the spring flowers, see the new buds, listen to the birds singing and feel everything in spring. Late spring is so beautiful that people, animals and plants yearn for it.
Spring is touching, and the flowers in spring are even more touching: pieces of rape flowers, yellow flowers and green grass look so harmonious; Clusters of winter jasmine are so unforgettable; The blooming cherry blossoms are pink. These flowers are so beautiful and moving!
The birds flew back from the north and returned to their original place of life.
Come to the park, there are all kinds of kites floating in the sky: butterflies, dragons, eagles, dragonflies and so on.
The beauty of spring makes me most narcissistic in this spring.
spring rain
I love spring, I love its beauty, I love its vitality, I love the birds and flowers in spring, and I love the drizzle in spring.
As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". After the severe winter, many crops are expecting the arrival of spring rain! At this time, the spring rain is like dew, moistening the earth. You see, it's raining in Mao Mao, and the sound of "Sasha Vujacic, Sasha Vujacic" is like the germination of seeds, the pulling of young leaves by grass, and the emergence of bamboo shoots.
Look, there are pink flowers on the peach tree not far away. From a distance, it looks like a part of Xia Hong. Just like a person walking in the desert, thirsty to death, suddenly found the source of life, constantly sucking sweet rain.
On the green grass, all kinds of flowers are in full bloom in the rain. Roses, Chinese rose flowers, winter jasmine flowers, lilies ... they are sitting together as if they are comparing beauty and discussing how to show people a more beautiful spring.
The previously sleeping fields were awakened by the spring rain and covered with a soft green carpet. Walking on it is soft and comfortable! Hard-working farmers look at the seedlings that thrive in the spring rain, and their hearts are sweeter than eating honey!
Spring rain nourishes grass, flowers, trees and everything ... I love spring, but I love spring rain more.
A spring rain blossomed everywhere.
It is fate that brings us together, but it is separated by fate. Sometimes it is really helpless. The wind blows unintentionally, and the petals fall to the ground. What a beautiful sakura rain I saw. A person will meet many people in his life, so why care whether he can know or live in a corner of the world? As long as he is alive, he will meet again, just as he has met before, and he has the same memory as that person.
A spring rain, flowers everywhere. Walking through the flowers, I repeatedly asked myself: What are we looking for in the cherry blossom season? Sudden epiphany, coming out of an unknown world for no reason, often makes people suddenly enlightened and often makes people feel at a loss.
When you look back on the past, you may feel a little lost and confused. As before, you always feel back and forth between dull pain and warmth and softness, endlessly, slowly, slowly, just like listening to the sound of melting, just like watching the disappearance of stars, everything is quiet and far away. ...
Night is a short fantasy, our friendship is a short time, and acquaintance is an disillusioned fate. Slowly sinking, it seems to be close to death. I don't know why, a self-deprecating smile rises at the corner of my mouth, tears overflow and blend with water. I protect the blue flame in my hand. It is cold. Let everything burn quietly and coldly. It's just that there's no more heat. It's you. I'm lost in this black world.
The blue flame is burning slowly, and my body is fluctuating. I only hold a small dream gently. I locked myself in a narrow world, with no hope and no despair. I just want to look up and see if the sky above me will be blue.
After sunset, the sea of hearts began to fluctuate. Love and hate evaporate and precipitate in the dark, and the waiting person is no longer lonely, and his dream begins again. Occasionally catch the eyes that I have never met before, and I can't decipher them. Since then, I have gained a sense of mystery and an unprecedented heartache. I know that all beautiful imaginations will gradually be isolated and ignored by reality, and I am unwilling to give up my only pursuit in this life.
"I can't keep the back of time, but I can get the memory of vicissitudes." When my heart was broken, I learned to be strong. If one day everything is gone, you will still be in my heart forever, because it is never time, but a feeling from the heart. I spent a spring waiting for your return, but I lingered for a long time, and finally thought that the tragedy had been staged, supported by myself on the edge of my feelings, and my heart began to calm down in rainy days, where there were mixed feelings.
A flower in full bloom should be the same as a girl's youth. It opens gently and gently, always expecting someone who can understand to stop or turn around and leave, never giving you a clear answer, always saying no, which breaks your heart. Maybe you are right, because you are a meteor across the sky, and you can leave the best love and memories for my life, but these are always short-lived. Because I always do, I won't do it for anyone.
I liked it so much that I started to escape. In the feeling of being loved, I easily fall into obsession. At the moment when I suddenly looked back, in the short love time, I finally understood that simply paying for missing turned out to be a sad smile. If I can't like it, I'd rather just be a flower on the other side of his life. Distant and sad is the fate that we will never meet.
Winter passed gently on my pale face, and I vaguely heard spring calling me. So I saw a spring rain and flowers everywhere.
Continuous spring rain
It was a Sunday, and my mother was scheduled to take me to the park to observe the scenery and improve my ability to understand the image characteristics and describe things. Just as I was about to go out, it began to rain continuously. I can't help but want to back down. My mother encouraged me to say, "What are you afraid of this difficulty? Besides, isn't this a good opportunity to observe the rain scene? " Looking at my mother's determined eyes and encouraging expression, I nodded.
Walking into Zhongshan Park, where the spring rain is continuous, the yarn is like pearls, the dew is between the flowers, and the trees are fresh everywhere. Tourists can't wait to open their little umbrellas. Through the rain curtain, I can see colorful umbrellas moving in the rain, like flowers blooming in the rain.
Standing on the slope of the park lake, my mother stood by me kindly, holding an umbrella for me in one hand and guiding me to observe the lake in the other. Look, raindrops are like children playing with skins, and the lake is playing hide and seek. Somehow, raindrops sneaked into the lake and suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only countless ripples on the lake. These ripples are constantly expanding and expanding. Many cruise ships on the lake are like white ducks, free on the water. Dragging a long green chain, at this moment, there was a silvery laughter from the boat. I looked around and saw a little girl about my age, innocent and lively, talking and laughing with her parents while stepping on the pedal of the cruise ship. Laughter kept coming from the small cruise ship. I was deeply infected by the warmth of their home and couldn't help but melt into this beautiful scenery.
At this time, a breeze blew, and the weeping willows on the shore swayed with the wind, like a girl playing with her hair by the lake. Looking around, the small pavilions in the lake shrouded in misty rain and fog seem to be covered with a thin veil, adding a bit of mystery, tranquility and elegance.
Suddenly, my foot slipped and my body slipped involuntarily. My mother's arm gripped my shoulder like pliers and held me gently in her arms. Suddenly, I was completely immersed in the infinite happiness of maternal love. ...
Spring rain soaked my heart like a mother and sowed beautiful seeds. I observed, thought and recorded the structure of the article. When I got home, I couldn't wait to write down my thoughts.