Spring Frameless Action
Wen Zhenxi
Spring arrives as promised, flowers come as scheduled, and they bloom in the hedged courtyard under the blowing of the spring breeze.
In this wilderness on earth, the arrival of spring brings a touch of vibrant greenery, as if to clothe the earth with a new layer of green.
In the twilight of the years, the breath of spring adds a touch of kindness and warmth, making people feel the infinite beauty and hope of life.
The promise of spring has never been disappointed, it has brought a beautiful scene of the recovery of all things, and it has also filled us with infinite expectations and longing for the future.
The evening breeze is like a poem, gently awakening the sleeping soul and unraveling the troubled thoughts of the world.
In this red dust, we raise our glasses to invite the bright moon, sprinkle laughter to the sky, and sway the pen and ink, drunk the hearts of all beings.
Listen, the spring rain gently beats on the window lattice, like a melodious music, guarding this pure land, which makes people feel refreshed.
Playing a song of ecstasy, a few wisps of residual flowers and shadows fall, like an ink painting.
In this small city, we boiled tea around the stove, savored the quiet of the years, let the time flow in the warmth, and dispelled the cold of a lifetime.
Reciting poems and words, cultivating a bit of elegance, so that the soul can be sublimated in the fragrance of ink.
The water of the pond is clear and sparkling, and the koi fish are leisurely in it, like a fairy in a poem.
In this prosperous world, some people are as adrift as duckweed, and some people warm others like the warm sun.
The feelings of the world are like silk, lingering and compassionate, and the years are rushing like flowing water, looking forward to the moment when the mountains are full of flowers, looking forward to the lovesickness of that life.
Time flies, the years are like water, not to live up to the time, not to live up to the time.
Morning and twilight, waiting for the unknown return, my heart is full of anticipation and longing.
In this troubled world, it is the best thing in my life to be able to meet, know and know you.
Let us write the spring and autumn with pen and ink, depict the dark shadow of plum blossoms with color, cast a little joy, and fall a little peaceful.
In this hustle and bustle of the world, find a quiet place of your own and spend every good time with you.
In the vast grassland, a group of horses galloped into spring, and they seemed to be bidding farewell to spring and welcoming the new season.
As I gazed at this moving scene, I felt a thousand emotions in my heart, and I couldn't help but want to write a few poems to express my inner feelings.
On this moonlit night, I felt the infinite compassion of life, as if you were the bright moon in my life, illuminating my way forward.
You are like a pen and ink on my inkstone, enriching my inner world and allowing me to find endless inspiration and strength in words.
You are a memory of my time, those good memories are like a spring breeze, warm and moving.
Accompanied by this ten-mile spring breeze, I spend time with you and feel the warmth and beauty of the world.
I hugged a ray of warm sun, felt its warmth and light, and at the same time dyed a thin coolness in the world, which made me cherish the happiness in front of me even more.
I hope to meet you in a dream and weave a better future together.
However, when I woke up, I found that this dream was spring, the hope and new life you brought to me.
In the soft spring breeze, I stopped in this prosperous world, listened to the voices of all things, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the world.
I look forward to the passage of time, let the promise of spring quietly wait for the years when the flowers bloom, and let my promise quietly look forward to the time of reunion with the deceased.
When the peach blossoms in the south of the city are in full bloom, I smile lightly, pursuing the freedom and tranquility of the world.
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