Author/Qingzhu
Spring is the season of longing and hope.
It represents the hope of the year, the birth of new life, the hope of harvest. The vitality of all things, are in this a touch of green, a little red in the breeding. A cut of spring light, sweeping away the haze of winter, so that the peach and plum fragrance, spring colors all over the city.
The spring of Pengcheng is artisanal, let a person feel the fullness of spring at the same time, but also bring people difficult to resist the humidity. "Hui Nan Tian", a common spring phenomenon in the Pearl River Delta region.
As if overnight, the walls of the corridor skittered with water droplets, as if someone had deliberately splashed on the water. The first time I saw this was when I was in the car, and it was the first time I'd seen it. The air was so wet you could pinch water out of it.
Outside the window, the spring breeze is full of spring flowers dazzling. The spring tide between the mountains and the sea, the waves chanting the tenderness of spring, that wet dampness was torn apart by scissors, turned into fog, turned into wind, set on the wings of the roc to fly and travel far away. Walking in the humidity, the mood has become warm, the repressed mind, thrown to the spring light, in a moment, the clouds open up.
The four seasons in Pengcheng are not clear, there is no practical sense of winter, did not experience the sharpness of the cold, there is no rise and fall of the cooling warming contraction of the high contrast, the spring also seems to be less enthusiastic and open. Spring is like summer, where the flowers always bloom and the grass is always green.
Watch a season of flowers bloom in the humidity, and enjoy a season of spring colors in the rain and fog. Light steps, step on the song, listen to the beautiful melody of the story of spring, unusual spring, not the same feeling. Tender green sprouting for the trees to put on the new clothes of spring, bloom in the winter flowers, and spring warmly embrace, joint for the young and vigorous SAR to depict a spring flavor painting. I can't say that the spring here is lovely, but she has a gentle and timeless southern flavor.
As a Pengcheng host, inhabited here, intoxicated by the youthful atmosphere of the SAR, blue sky, white clouds, blue sea, red flowers. Tree by tree flowers bloom, a large expanse of green space, kapok flowers stand tall, phoenix flowers such as a piece of cloud. The city is surrounded by flowers, such as drunken sea of flowers. I am like a flower petal, floating in the sky and falling, no sense of security.
Flowering is not a good idea, but it is a good idea to have a good time, and it is a good idea to have a good time.
The vast country, the north and south of the seasonal differences, different climatic characteristics, shaped the different spring scenery. When the South China warbler dance, the North China is still cliffs hundred feet ice. A wisp of warm wind swept across the Loess Plateau, like a pair of sharp scissors, cut out thousands of willows, peach blossoms, the spring breeze and green Yellow River bank. "Grass color is near but no" poetry in the willow wutong from gray to green in the process of sublimation, peach blossom, pear blossom pretty, cauliflower yellow, begonias more enchanting, spring in the branches of the haunting, the Central Plateau of the earth surging tide of spring.
Zhengzhou, located in the hinterland of the Yellow River, the four seasons, the spring scenery, this side is unique. Here the spring unique style, usually step in the snow, fluttering, all the way around, sometimes the wind to help the tender willow, and sometimes turn their heads to look back at the remnants of winter. Cold alternates with warmth, giving birth to the first warmth of early spring.
Inadvertently, the grass is luxuriant, and the peony in the garden is like Yang Guifei, who was favored by three thousand people in the ancient capitals of the six dynasties, with gracefulness and nobility. Standing in the center of the garden with oriental dignity and magnificence, the most poetic flowers are concentrated in the place where the Yellow River originates, with slender branches and flower shadows.
"The new green between the branches of a heavy, small buds deep several points of red". I don't know how many literati and writers have fallen in love, dare to compete with peony, vow to compete with all the flowers of the begonia, in this season, with its graceful body, delicate and not vulgar temperament time and time again on the stage of the spring begonia Poetry Club. Bleeding heart, peach red moist dye, drunkenly lying in the sea of begonias, the depth of spring do not know to return. When the city swirled with purple sycamore florals, the Green City is nowhere to fly flowers.
I really like the spring of the Central Plains, clear, mellow, dynamic, warm, with the charm of the ancient capital and the birthplace of the nation, always give people nostalgia and memories. Even if my roots don't lie here, this is still the place where I land and make a living. I love the purple and flamboyance of sycamore flowers, but also love the coldness and femininity of roses. When the red wall is full of prickly plums, the heart of a winter of loneliness, instantly be toggled to the heart of the flag waving.
The most flavorful or Guandong spring, although some slow, but the flavor of the world.
The wind, the protagonist of the spring of the black earth. Windy, is the main tone of spring, but also the norm. As the saying goes, "a year a wind, from spring to winter" rampant wind in the yellow and green in the rolling, blowing open the peach blossom water, help the green willow embankment, diffuse the earth from sleep to wake up, stretching a lazy waist, from yellow to gray from gray to green from green to green, spring, spring, in the tundra under the sprouting.
Wind, is the master of the northeast spring. It is sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle. Sharp can be frozen bones, as if the elderly summarized "spring wind brake bone", tyranny can be lifted off the roof of the asbestos tiles, adobe houses on the thatch is more it is torn into pieces and thrown into the wilderness. The winds are also whistling.
'Open door wind', this day scrape tomorrow still scrape. It is like a skillful hairdresser who can trim the world's newest and most bizarre hairstyles. If you go out on a windy day, you don't need to deliberately trim your hair. The wind will immediately blow your hair mess, hair, create an explosion, mushroom head type, handy, and can even make you hair, gray face. The spring in the northeast is a bit tyrannical, the spring wind, such as the Northeast women's tough hot, regardless of the slap your face, absorbing the water, changing your skin color.
May of the Northeast is still late in the spring, the earth is silent. Lilacs have become the messenger of spring there. If the willow flute's crispness is heard in the distance; willow flakes dance in front of the court, Brahmi flowers yellow half of the hillside, capers green the river bay, rootlets garlic show their smiling faces. When the stream sings, and the cuckoo's call resounds through the valley, it is the real meaning of spring in the Northeast.
The temperature of the spring in the Northeast, alternating hot and cold, just and soft. Sometimes soft like water, but suddenly hot thunderbolt. After a few gusts of wind, the land is drained of moisture, very little rain, drought, has become the norm here. The seeds planted in the ground long for the moisturizing of spring rains. The vegetables stored in the fall of the first year have been depleted by the long winter. Bitter spring head son" mode is officially opened, but those who grow in the river ditch side of the wild vegetables, vitality vigorous drilling out of the ground, green and lush, it also became the season on the table of delicious.
Walked through the north and south, all over the spring, or that slightly wild and some of the capricious hometown of the spring is unforgettable, joy and bitterness intertwined with despair and hope in the same, with the youth and the struggle to conceive of the story of spring, meaning meaningful, rhyme and flavor long.
A creative scissors cut out the scroll of spring in the south and north of the Yangtze River, a wisp of spring wind blowing the Great Wall inside and outside the grass grows and warblers fly, frogs accompanied by birds singing, the melody of spring, melodious and high-pitched, a touch of springtime, the streets and yards and lanes, full of fragrance.