Didn't think to write something for us, not necessary? It's not necessary, or it won't go away? Seems neither, just feel our feelings will always be there, even if stagnant will be precipitated, precipitated ......
Like that sweet aroma, a little cloying flavor.
Another April blossom season, the beautiful flowers bloomed, greeted a little sleepy sunshine, as then we, laughing, fooling around, so beautiful, so nostalgic!
Remember that sweet scent? Is that season you give me a surprise, the memory of that little bit of sweetness, recalled so beautiful! Oh, you're going to say I'm imagining things again? Sometimes walking on the road, suddenly a floral scent came, this time the sense of smell became unusually sensitive, greedy nose chasing the memory of that flavor, but, every time, good disappointment.
This season at your place should be full of that flavor, right?
The fragrance of flowers is still the same, but it is a pity that the old man is no longer there.
For a while, a friend has been shouting to fold flowers, very funny, right? At that time, I also think that the flowers bloomed well, so brilliant why hold in the palm of your hand to view it? Looking up can actually be close to the beauty. One day the dormitory suddenly more a flower, pink, not flashy nor vulgar, very beautiful, I think it will always bloom in this right! The petals scattered on the balcony told me that it will not, little by little withered, little by little withered, is destiny, also like our feelings.
I want to leave it here! In the most beautiful moment, suddenly remembered as that sweet and mushy flavor.
Prose "April Blossom" 2
After a season of long winter, finally ushered in a glimpse of your deep love, such as a piece of flower petals gently slipped, in my heart sea, flooded with layers of ripples, swung up the spring tide of thoughts.
Years always have to be infiltrated once in the spring light, and every time we meet, only the spring breeze can touch the nerve at the end of the soul, to miss, drive the pursuit.
The pursuit of that a flute, Yang anger and willow grudges, look at the Jade Gate, when the dream of a thousand years of spring breeze? Thousands of trees are full of pear blossoms, but just spring dream. The swallows between the beams murmured, brought back a river of rain in Jiangnan, but could not bring back a simple and elegant Yingchun, oblique inserted in the camel's handsome forehead, accompanied by elegant camel bells, from the desert dusk.
Once the sea can not pass through the thousands of mountains, once the resentment has become the mountains of the fall of wildflowers, open in the graveyard of the dead waving freely, and is a brocade embroidery Shaoguang years. The clouds are fine and cozy wandering away from the smoke curls in the sky, I hibernate in the world of noise and clamor, smiling at the end of the flowers, smiling at the end of the world, smiling at the end of the world, smiling at the time to see the dust settling. I want to wander with hope, looking at the bustling world, no purpose to release.
I think happiness is such a cozy and simple, wandering in each different place to find the real themselves, so that the warm spring light fluttering in the pupils, playing in the eyelashes, undistracted to feel the subtle sound of the wind, knocking youth twilight, real and warm.
Yes, so the wandering, occasionally turning familiar and unfamiliar street corners, submerged in the tide of people coming and going, that yesterday and today's story is staged in turn, we take the youth interpretation of tomorrow, walking through the classroom of the sound of books and crowded green field, how many expectations and dreams are about to set sail from here. However, waiting for us not only charming and colorful dream, there is the pain of the phoenix nirvana.
Thinking about the dream of once, I do not know where to drift and wander, fragile and sensitive heart is covered with layers of gray stains by the world. But we are still good, good people pity. We tilted our heads up high just to keep the tears from falling from our eyes, and then we were lonely and cold, pretending to be strong, smiling at the world and saying, "I'm fine, really fine, and calmly thinking that this is the so-called growth.
The cohesion of the sea, the confusion of the mulberry field, destined to be the land without roots, it is better to wander like this, in the flow of years and years, light, free, dancers dusty traces, everything brushes past, even if there will be a short stay, don't be greedy, is the same a laugh, with the wind, nothing will be in the most important time for us to stop and stay. Years pass, this world as the passing clouds of smoke, will not stand forever for each person, memory, but also a scratch in the rolling dust, attached to the body that will never be more whole.
Yes, life is a magnificent fireworks, I do not want to stay in the original wandering attachment, even if the top of the head of the sky of the fire tree; chase the dream, following the song all the way forward, in this life and vitality of the April bloom.
I would like with a longing heart to go wandering, to chase the dream, see the tall poplar tree will be a red date-like hairpin adorned in the branches, like a young girl's colorful lips, such as the southern red beans of the love; see the brook along the meandering mountain road, kissing the cold cobblestones and sleepy wilderness; to see the girl's hair like willows in the spring breeze flicked to and from the combing of the winter's thoughts.
Time remains the same, those years those songs, which years which songs.
Here, how many flowers bloom in April ......
Prose "April Blooms" 3
April pear flowers, mixed with the cherry blossoms of Wudan University, quietly bloomed in the spring of not intoxicating.
Now I sit in the spacious dormitory, calmly looking back at the past. The past is like dust in the sun, so carefree, unbridled in my mind. I don't know what kind of name to give to that period of time that has passed, so that they can be obediently archived in the right place. Sometimes, I really feel that the years is a goblin, she did not come, I am full of expectation; if she came, I was caught off guard; and her departure, I am more reluctant to give up ......
The end of the no longer have to stay up all night with a lamp to catch up with the practice volume of the case, but for no apparent reason more than some nostalgic and classmates to struggle with the night. Another year April to, I guess that stand on the other side of the time scale I must be in a pile and a pile of exercises in the textbook burnt out, and classmates talk about history talk about ideal talk about the future in the eyes of the perplexed. And who would have thought that at this moment I am leisurely holding a cup of water filled with tea, listening to the music "back too hard", but also sighed back too hard to catch up with the man, laughing at the year's madness. I think, before I put the ideal surrounded, in my heart is so solid. By now, it becomes impure, but I solidly surrounded in its city, I can no longer do anything big strides ......
If I remember correctly, April should be facing the college entrance examination of the students the busiest time - -. If you don't think of high school as a constant tug-of-war and every stage is the same. This is a time when everyone will be planning for their future to a greater or lesser extent. In this month of April, we will be surprised to find that even the computer game enthusiasts and basketball enthusiasts in the class - the ones who refuse to study properly - will start to frown and look thoughtful in class, without Mr. Bean's silly looks, without the Crayon Shin-chan's pranks and fetishes, and every day was very much a positive image even if it was in disguise. "Try to fight a little more, the college entrance examination a few dozen more points is completely possible", this is the class teacher always helpless persuasion.
As a person who has experienced two college entrance exams, I really don't have much to say to those who are still struggling in the college entrance exams on the way to say something, just because the past is too fragmented, and the ending is not as satisfactory as it should be. Just like a broken porcelain vase, even if there are three thousand prosperous, but I can not say the word. For me, although it is the same specification, the same process of the two college entrance exams, but the experience of these two failures has brought me completely different feelings. If you want to use the usual adjective "battlefield" to define, I think, senior high school is a grueling expedition, and high school is the recovery of lost ground. The same all-nighters, the same ignorance, the only difference is the responsibility on the shoulders and the heart to bear the weight.
Memories of the film grinding time machine, I remember, the more in this tense moment, the more prone to sparks of love, perhaps can not afford to suffer the pain of a lonely army, the heart of the throbbing is like a winter night in Moscow longing for a lover a full embrace. It is also in the senior year, I saw the parting also saw the hand, saw the laugh, also saw the cry. People are so contradictory, contradictions mixed with tangled. Some people will not be able to withstand the pressure to give up the words they have sworn, and some people, but because they can not resist the pressure to give up their own insistence, so elusive, no wonder life is like a play, the key to their own inadvertently into the play. The key lies in whether you are not careful to enter the theater. Too deep into the theater, into the "not crazy live not a devil" of the lonely patients, and who should be missed?
In fact, love in the midst of the war is not a good thing, at least in each other's needs, there will be a timely response, better than to heal alone, let go of the self as a beast of burden, lonely and learn to live a gentle. However, after all, love is like a tide, from the beginning to the present, a little carelessness will be drowned in the bottom of the river of emotion, so personally, from April onwards, light on the battlefield, so that they live in the present every day, every moment, every moment, if there is a smile, but also in the face of their own face in the face of every harvest must be overflowing.
In the college entrance examination this road, I really can't find those so-called being beautified out of the happy, like a beautiful butterfly flying in the rape flowers on the fresh. Unless it is a few shots in the sky of eighteen years old, the figure on the basketball court, the clothes torn by nails when opening the door, we are passionate, fight for the dream, and then play a passionate red stone, so just a few seconds, over the schoolchildren millions of sleepless nights. Whether it is senior or senior, the days are monotonous and boring, really like the screen sprint in the reality of the desks, textbooks, blackboards in front of a few seconds to hold out? Even in TV dramas where the plot is randomly scribbled by the director, the situation is not so optimistic, not to mention the harsh reality that you and I need to endure the hardship. I still clearly remember Mr. Cheng Zu Dong's words, "Sleeping is all about self-consciousness", and I was instantly energized. This is really a brand new philosophical proposition. Sleep can be controlled? I used to think that sleeping until I wake up naturally is the happiest thing between studies. But in fact, it was only at that time that I woke up and realized, what is sleep or not sleep, sleep is a momentary confusion. Why do you need to sleep for a long time before you are born, but after you die, you will sleep for a long time. I think so far away.
Prose "April Bloom" 4precious metal wind is born in Cui Curtain, a few times the rain drops in front of the court. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I saw it was when I was in the middle of the night. The spring in the north has finally arrived, in this charming April.
The spring cold does not resist the soft wind, the spring with a flavorful step came, the wind gradually, swinging all the light sadness infinite, soft with the silence, with a certain piece of the secret of the blossom.
The willow that charming goose yellow, yi yi provocative, curtain long, cui water with love, grass color slightly, spring dress first try.
Can not describe the beauty of the spring, that kind of soft, that kind of rhyme. I've been waiting quietly, waiting for the wind to move softly, waiting for the apricot blossoms like clouds, waiting for the willow drip green, full of joy can not use words to express, just want to, melt themselves into the arms of the spring, with the wind together with the drunkenness to go.
April, is my favorite time period. The spring in the north to come a little later, when Jiangnan April has been the end of the fragrance, the north of the apricot blossom in the branches of the bloom face. A spring, full of fragrance.
April's wind, gently swinging open the ripples in the water, wrinkled a pool of spring water, so easy to touch people's feelings, ruffling people's sensitive nerves, staged a moving spring, so that the faint light sadness of silk nostalgia, with the wind. The kind of thoughts that have been hidden for a long time along with the wind drifted to the faraway places.
April rain, will not be sad under. Cloud moist rain, melt away the ice cold, with a hint of sweet flavor, this beautiful and calm all over the earth. Such a rain, do not hold an umbrella in the alley, sad and melancholy walk, you have to stretch out your hands, so that the coolness of the rain through your palm directly to our internal organs, accept the baptism of spring, feel the tenderness of spring.
The spring of April, really clear and audible, intoxicating. She makes quiet things full of vigor and vitality. There is no sadness, only love, only warmth, only fragrance, only bright splendor.
April, the wind and the sun warm, look at the field you can see the beauty of the pear, charming and delicate peach blossom, one by one, a cluster, a hundred winks and a thousand daughters, the dark scent of the wind and move, light, fresh, intoxicating. At this time, you will certainly embrace tenderness, for such a gorgeous flower market and moved.
Favorite magnolia, so pure white quietly stained with spring. I like magnolia simple and holy white, in the wind slightly trembling, a moment of absolute beauty let a person crazy, with a deep loneliness let a person guess, there must be a white girl once walked, there must be a different story and not the same sentiment buried deep in the memory of magnolia, and magnolia must be in the spring after spring peacefully waiting, do not know that the flow of years is like water, quiet and lonesome waiting for the memory of the person! ......
Since ancient times, we have sighed spring is easy to pass. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. Spring is coming, gently close your eyes, feel the wind's soft, the rain's moist, quietly listen to the sound of flowers blooming. Spring as if you trill on the strings, with the most beautiful melody pouring out the world in a flash of splendor. And I, without saying a word, flick flowers smile, drunk in the melody of spring ......
Affiliated topics: I have an agreement with the spring
Prose "April flowers bloom" 5March. Walking on the ridge, a piece of yellow rapeseed field, bees and butterflies back and forth, a moment to stand in the flower branches, a moment to chase up and down; step on the road, look up and down the fruit forests spread all over the mountain green color, staggered, hardworking and simple people began a year of labor.
Climbing up the hill, far away from the faint white clouds in the sky, but remembered "full of mountains and rivers, empty thoughts of the distant, falling flowers, wind and rain more hurt spring. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Farewell to the world of smoke and dust, bathed in the dense spring rain, clear and cold spring wind, or wantonly walk or look up to the sky and sigh or head down in meditation, are the heart of the big smooth, very comfortable.
Perhaps there is no amount of time that can be wasted, there is no amount of time that can be wasted, it will be more concerned about the departure of spring.
Only the beginning of April, the afternoon sun lazily, a corner of warmth fluttering, short-sleeved streets and alleys up; evening wind whooshing blowing, not cool; night came late, with the rumbling thunder has been sporadic raindrops. I suddenly realized that the twilight of spring.
Thinking of the "April on earth, the peach blossom began to bloom", hope to encounter a peach blossom feast in the twilight of spring. I don't want to speculate about the future, lamenting the "spring is over, the old face, flowers fall, people die two don't know"; also don't need to look back to the past, regretting that "the face of the people don't know where to go, peach blossom is still smiling in the spring breeze"; just to the "peach of the early, burning its "At first sight, go to a date on the moon on the top of the willow, people after dusk.
Prose "April flowers" 6A very inconspicuous piece of ochre gray, tightly wrapped in that little bit of color, grouped into a bract. To the piece of ochre gray gradually green and green, to the little bit of Yan quietly bulging, one day suddenly burst the piece of ochre gray, just like a girl with picturesque eyes, in the drizzle bang opened the umbrella - a peach blossom so bloomed.
This is the most beautiful peach blossom I have seen in the countryside! When the blossoming peach blossom, like a pink tadpole, wobbling into the Huangtu Ling filled with the red clouds like a haze, Yan Au village of peach blossom festival is coming.
Ink Au is a loess mount southeast of Luoning County in the northern bamboo country. The villagers have planted different varieties of peach trees on the slopes, including the May Fresh, Chinese Shou Peach, and Winter Peach. Every spring, Yan Au village slope ridge can be seen everywhere in full bloom peach blossom. The original uninvited yellow earth mount, just like a heavenly peach blossom on earth.
It must be a beautiful agreement, in April, we went all the way to the green. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on a new product or service, and then you can get a good deal on a new product.
In this way, we step by step into the peach blossoms of the inkstone concave; in this way, we stopped again and again in this beautiful prose. We look forward to the flower branches, linger in the flowers, wandering in the sea of flowers. This beautiful prose attracted us, let us chant the colorful lines, experience the fun of nature, sense the mystery of life.
I don't know when, these beautiful peach blossoms, has quietly into my life. I called the peach blossom, the peach blossom also called me, these easy to wither flowers more like our short and precious life, I suddenly understand the meaning of life. No matter which land we are in, no matter how much haze and wind and rain we have endured, but in the face of the sun, it is to save up all the strength of a lifetime, but also to let life blossom into the most beautiful flowers.
I don't know when this beautiful prose has been integrated into my bloodstream. I recited it over and over again, and it called to me again and again, not only because of the beauty, not only because of the fragrance, not only because of the beloved. I suddenly had an epiphany about the true meaning of life. In that earth gray slope ridge, because of a peach blossom, my blood is more surging, my heart is more relaxed and open-minded, my soul is more noble and beautiful.
Let this peach forest take me in, let my life bloom into the most splendid one, and offer my beauty and fragrance to the earth.
Let me turn into the most moving paragraph of this prose, let this a weak peach blossom beauty, warm you, touched you, enlightened you!
Prose "April Blossoms" 7
April, a season of chasing dreams, under the attraction of flowers, shuttle in the spring sunshine, shallow time, picking up the drops that were once there, there are laughter, there are heartbreaks, pulling a spring, warming a spring, nostalgia a spring.
The poetic season, the peach and the plum blossom. Years always inadvertently crossed our dreams, so that people are unprepared. When the sun sets, want to go back to find those lost times. After a thousand years of hardship and suffering. Back home again, it is the cherry blossoms bloom in April, quietly look at all the past, those lost time and time again surfaced, in the spring water under the cleaning, love warm a world, touched you and me, that the restless heart, began to calmly think.
I don't know when, fate has become a magical and beautiful river. In the past life, the ancients and the present, two hearts that do not know each other, can actually meet in the dream. Time flies, after their own memories, the writer of the spinning pen, a poignant sadness of the love story of the world, a moment of helplessness drifted to the end of the world's legendary life, recorded in the annals of history. The moonlight is old, the years are merciless, standing in the harbor of thoughts, no one can erase those experiences, and can not forget that love affair, those hang-ups. Because that is to pull a spring of memory, affecting a lifetime of thoughts, in the warmth of the sun, gradually have the breath of the past.
Stepping over the moon in Qin Dynasty, crossing the Han Dynasty barrier. In Tang poetry, take a brilliant moonlight, illuminate the earth, continue to travel far to the soulful Song dynasty. You, known as Yi An Ju Shi, together with your lover, walk in April when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, spring is in full bloom, and the willows are fluttering. In the morning, you ask your husband about the depth of his painted eyebrows, and return to the study of gold and stone writing. I do not know the spring and fall, do not talk about the flow of years. Unexpectedly, the mountains and rivers have changed dramatically, the country is not over the country, the husband's departure, gold and stone fell all over the place, leaving a lonely soul in the stormy Song dynasty, hard to get by. Once beautiful, go and not return, fill in each other's words and songs, already feel tasteless.
And now, the building is empty, looking out of the window that round of the moon, sad heart, in the good years, only belong to others, and their own nothing. And then the poetic river, but also can not carry a lot of sadness. Flowers blossom, spring to spring, those beautiful has belonged to yesterday, I did not expect that even the words were drowned in the river of years, and the future generations, only know that the love affair, those experiences, those helpless, warm spring, touched by a lifetime. That song "sound" but enduring, more vibrant, reproduced your helplessness and heartache.
A person's life seems to catch a flower feast, flower blossoms, clouds open and disperse. Some people just happen to catch up, ecstatic, such as obtaining the treasure, especially cherish. Walking on the wind and rain bridge, with the sun, looking at the spring water, sighing the vastness of the earth, April to the wind, in the country of flowers, spring and walking, for a flower sigh, for a song and sad, do not talk about the stars, do not love the moon, is not better.
Once remembered such a sentence, in the millions of people to meet the person you meet, in the millions of people, the endless wilderness of time, no early step, no late step, just happened to catch up, that there is no other words to say, only gently ask a sentence: "Oh, you are also here?" How many destinies meet unexpectedly; how many stories, mysterious and heavy. Who can forget those encounters, those fragrances, those attachments! Perhaps sometimes there is no reason to remember someone, and sometimes there is no reason to hold on to someone. There is love, love, thoughts, remembered in the brain, from time to time to turn over the sun; hidden in the heart, always miss.
The first thing you need to do is to look at the world and find a little bit of peace and quiet. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get out of this one, but I'm going to be able to get out of this one. I fell in love with the quiet spring, quiet campus, quiet night. Alone, strolling in the path full of cherry blossoms, there is the sound of the wind, there is a hole Xiao flute ensemble, gently come, gently go, sometimes as if the high mountains and flowing water, sometimes like the legend of Liang Zhu. Those troubles, can not endure such a night, those memories, all under the sky of the years to emerge. Sitting in a small pavilion, looking at the flying cherry blossoms, quietly watching the light of day inch by inch to move, disappear, the moon out, and do not want to look back.
A lot of things do not think clearly, a lot of scenery had to pass away. Those flowers in the early morning also opened so delicate, group of birds roosting, colorful butterflies, and now, the moon out, full of confidence into the sea of flowers, but only withered a fragment of the residual flowers, perhaps after a spring rain, scattered into the mud, everything began to silence, no longer speak, and began the next brewing of life. And a sea of people, more so, once a beautiful past, hard to part with the love affair, met, do not let go. Because once faded, there will be nowhere to find, nowhere to wait.
The bright moonlight is hidden now, the whole world is full of mystery, lying in the sky, looking at the four sides, quietly thinking, quietly remembering, that April, full of flowers on campus, that April, the love of a spring.
Prose "April Blooms" 8The most beautiful April days on earth, flowers bloom everywhere, embroidery full of eyes, from the ancient times of the bamboo fence and hut to today, April, will always be a nostalgic . Season.
Cherry blossoms are in bloom, red like fire, white like snow, pink like rouge, with the "blossoms" to describe it is not too much, and even the tree branches are strictly covered by the flowers. At night, the cherry blossoms have a different kind of beauty. In front of the lake in front of the building under the street lamp there is a very large cherry blossom, pink-white flowers densely packed, silver-white light is reflecting on the top of the bush, then, standing under the tree tilted his head to look: a tuft of pink-white flowers have become as crystal-like translucent, such as snow as pure, flashing a layer of a bunch of mesmerizing radiance. I can not help but sigh: this flower from the exotic really has a different charm!
Peach blossoms in the field, pear blossoms, tall sycamore trees also bloomed. Peach blossom is enchanting, points are thin red face; pear blossom is secretly in love with the red face of the sentimental son, in the red face of the old after a suit to come to pay homage; relegated to the sycamore flowers, although through trials and tribulations, but is still wearing a nobleman's purple silently look at all the things in front of you, the face of the first break in the rain of the lightness of the face.
Song Qi's "green poplar smoke outside the dawn cold light, red apricot branches of spring" is a household poem, right? In fact, the place of spring is not only in the red apricot branches it, in the bright spring light of the earth everywhere is full of spring ah! If you don't believe me, look at the endless rapeseed flowers. Rapeseed flowers are in bloom, a tuft into a cluster, a cluster into a branch, a branch into a golden sea, the farm spring color beauty! A gust of spring breeze, the rich aroma came, bees, butterflies and tourists are intoxicated in the warm spring light, the ounce of spring feverishly.
Canola blooming season, yellow cauliflower covered the sky, near and far embedded in the sparse village, looking at those who seem to live in the oil painting of the village, I often think: canola and human should have an ancient love affair, fated destiny, right? In the golden color of the cauliflower, I seem to see the old village, back to the "Qin time bright moon Han time pass" in the past. In the memory of the carved railings, in the Tang and Song dynasties, between the small bridges and rivers, rapeseed flowers must be blooming like today: the bamboo fence and thatched cottage house looking at the butterflies dancing and bees flying, talking about the story of the Liang Zhu or the White Lady; white shirt fluttering boy chivalrous, sword steering a horse, stepping on the flowers and return to the horse's hooves to leave the scent of the flowers; I am the one who draws water from the earthenware pot of the thorn hairpin and cloth skirt of the young woman, the flower between the kettle, the heart of things such as the rapeseed flowers blooming ... ...
The human April is also the season of willow flakes. Although, the willow flakes are not really flowers, fluttering willow flakes have the beauty of flowers. I do not know from when, I do not know from where, suddenly overnight, full of sky willow flakes flying, fluttering, weaving between the green trees, hundreds of flowers, that is the flowers in the bushes of ten thousand flowers point flying flowers.
"Pear blossom courtyard dissolve moon, willow floss pond light wind", the most beautiful April day on earth is so, everywhere flowers, but also everywhere there is a colorful fall of flowers, flowers fall and blossom is a different kind of beauty.
Prose "April Blooms" 9
"You are a tree of blossoms, a swallow murmuring between the beams, you are love, warmth, a piece of poetry, you are the April days on earth."
--Lin Wei-Yin
Wisps of wind.
A touch of shallow quiet smile, and with the window sill purple wind chime swaying light hanging eyes; an ink-dyed mind, knocking lightly on the door of April, wandering in the faint dark fragrance of spring, in my gaze in the surplus. Heart Yi Yi, Yi Yi, the rise and fall of the soft fingertips plucking the clear rhyme of the sky, floating with the wind in the dust on the street, parked in the branches of Xinyi flowers bloom; wandering mind, one after another, such as intoxicated in a dream of curls of smoke and rain, wandering in the sunshine in a fine dream of warmth and coolness. The quiet attack of condensation fragrance lingering in the bay style, over my thin and weak shoulders, scattered in the dream like poetry in April, let the time in love with the light song.
Stooping down to pick up the side of a Xinyi petals, that dense diffusion in the tip of the nose of the silk fragrance, such as between you and me that clear rhyme such as orchid love, in the heart of the time of the slight waves of the Qingyi quiet elegance, the dark fragrance of the sleeve. Looking back, the memory of chance encounters, such as vine-like climbing in every dream of the morning and dusk. In the dream world, your flying clothes, in this poetry, quietly swept through the window under the tea mountain bamboo forest, full of my tender eyes; your ink rhyme flowing words, in this painting, walking in the spring of Xinyi flowers bloomed, flattered the scenery of the season of my heart!
Canoeing in this fragrant season, flowers smile, the wrong pen under the delicate fingers, in the branches of the new green paper in a paper paper, written down the feelings of countless, written down three thousand thoughts; gazing at the water of the top of the mountain of the green smoke, that a touch of rich and intoxicating spring, all eyes; that a frame of rhyme and beauty of the ink of the mountains and rivers precipitated in the bottom of the heart, a slight exuberance!
Borrowing the fragrance of this season's Xinyi blossoms, listening to the April fragrance of flowing water and wind, quietly, holding up the red ink of the paper, in the cloud of the moon in the Qing Wan of tenderness, send a pool of spring water of the light heart, scooped up a handful of thoughts that can not be mailed into the depths of my heart, to perceive that part of the tenderness of the acquaintance and understanding; with the text to give the flat and narrow lines of the poem, the lyricism of that embedded in the eternity of a dark scent, A party of elegant encounter with the beautiful!
Prose "April Blossom" 10
When I landed on the home page of the Armed Forces Transportation Unit again, I suddenly remembered that very beautiful, but very bleak monologue ...... I love the flowers in the plateau, her beauty is rarely seen, and I love the people in the plateau, his smile is not polluted! ......
That year when I went to school in Hangzhou, I met a comrade from the plateau, who was in the Armed Police Traffic Force. Their troops were involved in the construction of the Qinghai-Tibet, Yunnan-Tibet, Sichuan-Tibet and other major transportation arteries, listening to him emotionally recounted those shuttle on the plateau of the past, I was intoxicated. See me listen to the intoxicated, he humorously said: look at that "all the way to Gesanghua", this is a story that happened on the Sichuan-Tibet line, college graduates in order to crack the father's Tibet complex, and resolutely give up the city's comfortable working environment, from the army to Tibet, by the way, from the story to understand the life of our troops, I gladly agreed!
So many years of habit, to see people wearing military uniforms feel particularly intimate, although they are also a soldier! I have never heard of the Gesang flower, and later realized that this flower is very strong vitality, she is the favorite flower of the Tibetans, symbolizing happiness, sent the Tibetan compatriots good wishes ......
In fact, if the trekking in the western part of the motherland in the vast history of the plains, perhaps into the camel bells of the Tang Dynasty, feinting in the Dunhuang The painting of the grottoes in the flying sky, out of the old road in Yangguan between the grass. The bow and eagle pugnacity, the long river sunset of the shape of the beauty, the ambition of the broken Helan, although brilliant, but only left the etching of the years. The towering Liupan Mountains, which stand in the clouds, are a sacred monument that the world will always look up to, and this is the last big mountain that the Red Army has crossed in its long march!
April, Hangzhou's begonias should bloom very brightly; the northeast side of the hammer, wearing a cotton jacket is very warm, because this long winter has not yet completely left; in the Sichuan-Tibet line, is not still scattered snowflakes, those comrades are not still windy in a hundred turns of the road? In this road, poured into the foot, in addition to the loyalty of the soldiers, is not there blood and life, and waiting for his wife and children to go home, but the late return of the gaze and thoughts?
If one day, really decided to go to the southwest, I would like to enter Tibet from Sichuan, to feel the depth of the Sichuan-Tibet Highway, by the way, listen to it tell that the troops fought in the hard harsh and cliffs in the thousands of miles of feelings ......