There was a wind last night, which was a quiet and agile spring breeze; It rained last night. It was the spring rain that sowed elves. I am infatuated with holding an ink pen, and the scenery of spring floats into my eyes and blooms in my heart. It is another year of bright spring, and the frozen frozen soil melts in spring, leaving endless green colors; It is another year of spring flowers, and the spring breeze pushes open the budding stamens, leaving a colorful fragrance; Another year is full of spring, and the spring rain nourishes everything and grows sturdily, leaving so many beauties in the country. When Yuan Ye took off her yellow coat and spent a long night along the back of the years, when the prelude of spring came down from the word "big red blessing", the clever hand of the spring girl woven the rivers and the earth green. Also leave the color of spring in the world for people to open. How can I describe the beauty of spring?
Wash the pens and pens that have been treasured for a winter, and stir up green ripples. Dip in spring water to describe the vitality of spring: spring is written on the branches of cherry trees, and it is the fragrance of numerous fruits. Open the door of the season, cherry blossoms are blooming, and you can always catch a snow with ease, gently shake the branches and let the snow disappear. More and more red cherries resist the temptation of the wind, the beating of the rain, and the growth of Jiaoer. Cherry gently listened to the birds singing, let the birds chew their beautiful bodies and tell them the secrets of spring. Let the birds eat their fill, write the secret of spring as a note, and sing heartily.
Shake the pen and ink that have been practiced for a winter, and dance out groups of gorgeous aura. Dip in spring water to describe the notes of spring beating. Spring is written on the tender leaves of Toona sinensis, leaving a vivid portrayal. When the spring rain wet the dry branches of Toona sinensis, it spit out a touch of light green, attracting butterflies to fly and bees to dance. The pieces of green spring buds reveal the green of life and make the spring colorful. The spring breeze is running with joy in the fields. Blow off the flower cotton-padded jacket on the little girl, blow away the wrinkles on the face of the old man who picked the spring buds, and blow away the little flower dog behind the grandmother. Butterflies and bees are buzzing, hanging long-cherished secrets on the branches of Toona sinensis trees to dry.
rinse the ink pen that has been sleeping for a winter, and knock on the warm doorbell one after another. Dip in the spring water and describe the scenery of looking forward to spring. Spring is written in the book, leaving a starlight and a fragrance. Spring is a book that you can't guess, with affection and smile between the lines. Spring breeze is your illustration, spring rain is your rhyme, and spring flowers are your words. Spring is like a clear river, trickling into the bitterness and hard work; Spring is like a wonderful song, playing sunshine and youth; Spring is like a beautiful painting, with passion and intensity in pen and ink. Gently open the book spring, birds chanting songs in the country, wheat seedlings dancing with magnificent enchanting. The beautiful illustrations gently ripple with emotion; The flowing words quietly stir the dawn of the heart. Taste spring, where there is hard work and sweat, where there is pursuit and aspiration, and where there is the secret of spring you want to know.
Spring is written in the spring rain, leaving charm and beauty. Spring rain wet the distant horizon, wet the lonely night, wet the peach blossom in my dream. Spring rain condenses the lovesickness of that season into shining dew, waiting in the petals and singing softly to the spring breeze. The spring rain also wet the sadness and melancholy of swaying branches, and grieved the lost years and innocent past. Spring breeze caresses your face, which makes your mind comfortable and makes people remember the beauty of spring and the vicissitudes of the world. She has no romance and enthusiasm in summer, but she is full of vitality; She doesn't have the charm and color of autumn, but she has deep feelings; She is not cold and solemn in winter, but the sun is shining.
Spring is written in flowers, leaving charm and tenderness. Spring breeze can always use a pair of eyes that can see through the heart, gently wipe away the dust in the secular world, push open the blossoming stamens, let the flowers bloom with the color of spring, and let the fragrance open the feelings of spring. The pink of peach blossoms attracted bees, but left lovesickness and romance; The golden color of rape flowers attracted the disc, but left the hope and dream; The whiteness of pear blossoms attracted people, but left behind holiness and innocence. When the flowers begin to fall in spring, when the spring rain begins to be rough, the beauty of another spring can't be erased from the negative of your memory. Keep the beauty! Let people remember her serenity, elegance, joy and happiness, hang their dreams on the branches, plant their hopes in the fields, enjoy the charm and femininity of spring, and enjoy the harmonious spring breeze and delicate spring rain.
Leave the beauty of spring and the beauty of spring. As long as there is spring in your heart, it is in your heart. If you hold hands with spring in your dream, you will write spring on flowers, in the spring breeze and in the spring rain. We are looking for the magic of spring, which is no longer a beautiful lie.
Who prepared this colorful wedding dress for spring? Is it spring rain? Is it spring breeze? Is it spring water? I stayed in the place where spring sprouted, waiting for writing romance, writing magic with spring water, setting a brilliant ending, reading the beauty of spring and listening to the footsteps of spring with my heart.
Author brief introduction Guan Feng, special researcher of China Academy of Art, member of Anhui Writers Association. Member of China Cultural Artists Association and director of International Chinese Art Association. His representative works include "Girl, Tears Spilled on the Road", "Revealing the Inside Story of Begging Village" and "Comfort Women through Ups and Downs". The essay "Smoke from the Kitchen" won the first prize of the 212 National Prose Writers Forum essay contest organized by China Prose Society. The essay "Kiss of Life and Death" won the second prize of the first true life documentary essay jointly organized by China Literature and Art Foundation and China Prose Society. He has published collections of works such as "Women Witness" and "Women are Crazy".