Warm air, ice-breaking running water, green willow branches and budding buds, these messengers of spring disperse the cold wind and bring a warm breath! In the spring surrounded by the wind, the sun is warm, everything is full of vitality, the spring rain is moist, and the orchid fragrance is fragrant. "The branches of red apricots are full of spring", and the elves in nature are naturally unwilling to be lonely, showing the quiet and rich spring as vigorously as sound. In March, such a lively annual ring and a month of recovery, the way to interpret spring is even more exciting.
The drizzle in March, like silk and fog, can only be felt vaguely, and it is like a gentle world, shrouded around, like a dreamlike dreamland. Walking in the drizzle, you can feel the beauty and romance of "light rain and fine wind" Listening to the splash under your feet and touching the soft rain is really a rare comfort and leisure.
Spring in March is the breeding season, and everything is in its infancy. The willows sway gently, and the tips touch the water slightly, generally rippling. "Populus davidiana smoke is lighter than Han Xiao", and the willows curl up, and the green is endless, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. I believe that at the end of spring, accompanied by flying catkins, it is another touching beauty!
Spring has come, and willows are floating like the sea. In spring, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the silk brocade blows on the embankment, filled with warm breath everywhere, playing a harmonious melody and interpreting the picture scroll of people! Spring has come, and the things in March are silent and audible. In the singing of orioles, in the budding spring flowers, in the lingering spring rain silk, and in the fluttering wicker, spring is calling everywhere! Wandering in the warm wind of March, strolling in the small garden, enjoying yourself, spring is coming.
The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is a wonderful fusion of all the colors in the world. I want to know why these colorful colors just choose spring to come to the earth.
The spring rain is continuous and gentle. It moistens the earth, caresses it and whispers to it. When people are unconscious, they quietly merge into a river and accumulate into a deep pool. Ah, it turns out that the spring rain has brought green life to the pool.
Wind and rain always go hand in hand. In the early spring, the cold wind awakened everything, the treetops were green, the earth was green, and even the towering balcony was green. Wang Anshi wrote a poem in the Song Dynasty: "The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan." How well he speaks! But is it more than "green"?
Under the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains opened their eyes, one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... joined together and merged into the sea. Faced with this magnificent ocean of blue, red and yellow ... colors, people have lost their anxiety and burnout. Thank the color of spring for giving us upward strength and confidence.
Look at the sky in spring. Why is the sky colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's a kite flown by children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites of various shapes fly freely and soar freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children, but aren't they also trying to dress up spring and add its color?
However, if you lean down and look closely, you will find that there are scattered yellow in the pleasing colors, which are the traces left by the last winter. You may sigh: "A fly in the ointment!" "Yes, looking at those few broken limbs and flagging grass, who will be in a good mood? However, you might as well cut off the yellow winter clothes, and you will find something more novel. Hey! It's green inside! It turns out that yellow grass is also gestating, gestating a better spring.
I finally understand why the colors in spring are so rich: it is the colored pens in the hands of Miss Chun who are waving diligently; It is naive children who dress naive; What breeds silently is the neglected grass. People who enjoy the color of spring, what have you contributed to the color of spring?