Throughout the spring of April, green is scattered all over the floor. ...
Walking in April, Huayang won the east wind and chased the clear sky. Wherever poplars fall, people's hearts will be aroused. Green grass and green leaves not only dye people's words, but also dye people's sight. In the morning, as in the past, I stood at the window and looked at the catkins swaying in the spring breeze through the glass window. At this moment, I suddenly feel lonely without green, but this loneliness is a bit numb!
Entering the end of a season, counting life, the days will pass unconsciously, like running water!
Every grass and tree knows that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of flowers are vying for the lush grass and facing the green eyes. Whenever our mood is still immersed in the beautiful scenery of full moon and birds and flowers in April; Whenever we are immersed in the poetry of the spring rain "Spring Sorrow and Green Grass Curtain", the fluttering spring, like a young woman who is about to leave, has packed up her bags and is ready to slip away at any time!
It's late spring outside the window, and the prosperity of northern spring is still brilliant and charming in this season!
How time flies! Facing the days of drifting away, I can't help sighing in my heart: life is like a passer-by in the years, quietly taken away by age unconsciously and brought to the depths of the sea!
Today is the end of April, the sun is still shining, and the willows are dancing alone in the morning breeze! The wind is the stage for trees. The wind blows and the stage is set. Walking in April, I think the most fascinating place is the leaves on this tree. The sound of rushing is all over the world, echoing my ears, delicate and gentle, and interpreting the story of life. In the spring of April, there seems to be no protagonist. In the romance between forest and mountain, mountain seems to her to be just a reckless husband, only.
Spring is everywhere outside the window. I look at the shadow dancing in the morning breeze and my thoughts are revived!
The leaves sparkle in the morning light and smile brightly in the breeze! Time goes by, don't be sentimental, the love in my heart is just a leaf on a branch, which will sprout in the next year and be green again. Winter goes and spring comes. After a season, the spring breeze blows, and the calm night becomes gentle. I think they are all clouds of happiness, which have dispelled the fog of the years. Ten years, thirty years, a lifetime is not long!
Perhaps because of spring, in this April when the grass grows and the warblers fly, my heart is particularly eager for the days in the country. A stream, a grass, a small flower, a birdsong, strung together a beautiful picture, evoking a nostalgia in our hearts! What an exciting moment it is! Spring in April is much more charming and sentimental!
There are mountains, trees, water and sunshine. In this quiet season, the ups and downs of the mountains, the quietness of the trees, the agility of the water and the looseness of the sunshine, sometimes our thoughts are integrated into one, and it is a unique picture!
Now, the picture scroll is still there, but this person has gone! My wandering mind lingers in the depths of this picture alone, searching and praying. The sunshine in April in spring gently crushes my breath again and again! Smiling morning breeze, brushed my face, like a lover's kiss, full of warmth!
Spring has come, and I can't forget it every morning. Look at the face of that tree, and you can also see the smile of the cloud when you look up. The smell in the wind is gentle watch!
The trees outside the window are like green umbrellas in spring, covering the white clouds overhead. Sunny, sprinkled on the green leaves, emitting wisps of fragrance! With this pure beauty in this season, can our thoughts still stay in the hut? Along the footsteps of the spring breeze, my mind began to wander in this season, perhaps entering the year of life. I really don't want to ignore the feelings brought by every place in spring. If I collect it, it will be a heavy memory!
If one day I am in No Country for Old Men, please bury me in this spring. ...
In the depths of this season, I once again remembered this song "In Spring". The grass is green and the flowers are blooming. Who is it for? Entering the world of April, shallow spring flows through the body of the earth, erasing the traces of the past. Long-lost thoughts come out inexplicably and follow the footsteps of summer in our hearts. Waiting, crying, and sadness and helplessness pull our figure into a sad look. Walking in spring, I think, sowing in this season, wandering!
Spring breeze lingers in my heart. Looking at the butterfly that flew from a distance and landed on the telephone line in the yard, my heart is full of longing for love. ...
The east wind passed as usual last night, and only catkins flew alone. No matter how beautiful the day is, you have to leave, not to mention a feeling in this world, if you turn nostalgia into words. I think this may be a memory of our future life! However, for a fleeting life, we may encounter a lot of such words, and what may stay in our hearts often?
Along the way, I missed a lot of scenery. Looking back, I feel that the customs are so intoxicating!