Early spring

The gray sky makes it feel a little depressed when I sleep a whole winter. A few good things sparrows leaping wildly on the telephone pole, screaming and celebrating the weather that belongs to them. There are also scorpions, thrush, and the sound of some unknown birds passing through the smog from afar, far and clean, people can't help but want to make a few sounds, but I am not a bird, I have to quietly listen.

The phalaenopsis in front of the door, the wilted leaves, and the tender leaf buds are found out, so delicate, it will melt as if with a touch. The wilting cactus in the pot is also getting harder and taller. The small life is born on the leaves of the blue jade, I believe that it will stretch the body soon, and grow a pointed, small thorn, and will open soon. A pure yellow, beautiful, beautiful flowers, peony is like a city.

The poplar outside the wall seems to be silent, no branches, no greenness. In fact, the buds of the leaves, such as the flowers that are waiting to be released, as if you turned around, will bloom quietly!

The ice on the river began to melt, the calm ice, and the mirror reflected the shadow of the river. Lightly lean down, you will hear the sound of the water under the ice, hey, like the fairy music, it is fascinating! If the mood is calmer, you will hear, the sound of ice melting is "叮咚" Qingyue sound, just like the late night star accidentally touched the spirit of the piano, like the afternoon of the early summer, the breeze inadvertently touched Who is the wind chime in front of the window! Turbulent, secluded. People can't help but think of the early morning when the morning glow is over the horizon.

The lush green jungle, the lake of a quiet lake is not shocked. The green lake is like jade, quietly lying in the green. On the lakeside, a cluster of Clivia is silently open, elegant and beautiful petals, whistling like a butterfly wing, and the fragrant fragrance is on the lake, elegant and mysterious. A delicate dewdrop accumulates on the delicate branches and leaves. It is getting bigger and bigger and getting heavier and heavier. Finally, the delicate arm can no longer bear its weight, and suddenly sinks down, the dew drops, and the "叮咚" falls on the calm lake, igniting the circle and opening it. The lake is finally calm. And the scorn is scornful, but it lingers, and it will not linger for a long time.

At this moment, the troubles and sorrows of the smoldering heart are all gone, and the mind and body are suddenly open-minded, as if the world is not related to each other, only in nature. That kind of transcendentality makes me addicted. Look up and look at the distant group behind the jungle, silent, mysterious gray-brown, faintly revealing the color of the indigo, impressed by the name!

In the spring, there are no romantic snowflakes, no flamboyant blooming powder, no sorrowful fallen leaves, but there are rotten rapeseeds, elegant willow stalks, life and surprises! This joy, for a long time, has never been forgotten!

Third day: Liu Chunli