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When the sting comes, the plants on the earth will grow wildly, often with lightning speed, showing the scene of flowers blooming all over the field, and the grass and trees are vertical and horizontal. Especially when the thunder is blowing, after a burst of rain, the grass and trees quickly turn green, and if it is mixed with the sound of orioles, the whole spring will run rapidly.
A thunderclap woke up the snakes and insects, and a few bursts of Xiaoxiao dyed green and red. The south wind of Jiujiu sends warmth, and the green fields start spring ploughing. "Sting, not only wake up plants and animals, but also wake up people, time is not waiting, only diligent, time has become more precious, a little negligence, time will slip away from the palm of the hand.
After the sting, grass and grass, flowers and flowers, azure color, smoke and rain, the letterhead of the season, full of grass lavender, wind warmth, time in the album, full of mountain temperature, soft water, full of spring, also full of forehead, birds singing flowers, flowing water murmuring, can't help but stop to look at a few more looks.
The seasons continue to reincarnate, looking back, life has gone through half of the day, rain or shine, has gone from the ignorant cardamom years, to wisdom and maturity, and the mood has become open-minded. In the past years, after several ups and downs, in each picture, the sojourn is full of old feelings, and the passing time is full of stories, and in the story, the narrative is full of mottled years.
In the course of life, all the way with the breeze, with the flowers, with joy, with the encounter, with the joys and sorrows, and with the left and right of separation. Now, immersed in the bright spring, fold a flower, dance and sing with it, and keep happiness in your heart; Pick up a trampled piece of silent grass and gently stroke it to bring your heart closer to nature. With a happy mood, enjoy the flowers blooming, see the wind and clouds, watch the world, and appreciate the infinite scenery.
The scenery of spring is always very beautiful, since ancient times, spring has been written very wonderful under the pen of the poet, there is light smoke and flowing water quiet and quiet, there are apricot blossoms slightly cool landing post, there is a spring breeze to meet happily, there is a sad voice through the forest beating leaves, there is a wet desire to wet the affection, there is a west window to cut candles and bitter thoughts, there are idle flowers on the ground slightly cool, there are fresh flowers in the feather clothes.
I like Wang Wei's spring very much, quiet, elegant, and there is a special flavor in my heart after reading. "People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings. The word "leisure" gives people too much reverie, and it is simply unbelievably beautiful; The word "quiet" is even more Zen. It is as if I saw a hermit who meditates and cultivates, sitting cross-legged on a straw mat, living in a hut until he looks old at the flowers, drinks the tea lightly, thins the time, twists the long acacia into a thread, and turns the quiet passing years into a dream.
In the quiet of the night, drizzling and thundering, I also lived in a hut filled with the fragrance of flowers, and my mood was so quiet and happy. At this moment, whether walking, sitting, or lying down, there is a faint sense of Zen lingering in my heart!
The solar terms are always one after another, and phenology is just a piece on the chessboard, and it is never lonely. Shocking, in the twenty-four solar terms, it is the most shocking, it began to make Vientiane renewed, let the earth have sprouted, but also gave people a lot of surprises and joy, in the right morning, in the just right evening, in the right sunny day, in the right thunderstorm, just when the flowers bloomed, just here to meet you, loud laughter trembling the flower branches in the gentle trembling.
Stinged, larks frightened, spread their wings and fly into the clouds; Stinged, fish frightened, pair up to swim on the surface; Stinged, the buds were startled, and the fragrance of the window was strong. In this beautiful spring, may you and I live as a poem, hide the dust of the years, and overflow the beauty and happiness in our hearts.