Spring breeze flies over the rose

Almost in the blink of an eye. The spring drifted past my eyes. We didn't have time to look at it. We were left unconsciously in the footprints of the spring, waiting for the next season to help me.

I remember that time, it was still cold and chilly. I accidentally discovered the tender yellow buds, the stars, and the spring breeze was put into the slender wicker. The sudden spring came, the rapid coming, drove my winter. I have no trace, I took a wicker, very carefully identified these old friends, and I have a reunion, a familiar warmth and coziness, the wind gradually eased, soft, and she swayed the earth. Spread the green paving.

This is my impression of early spring. The road went a lot, and when I got used to it, I was tired. I didn’t care about the changes around me. I only knew that I was walking quietly. When I was quite quiet, I wanted to sit in the Liuyin side of the roadside. For a while, nothing was disturbed by some common things, dust, and life, we are a bear with only weight.

Today's twilight, coming late, the red sun was hanging between the distant mountains, and the golden afterglow was covered with treetops. Unconsciously, I stumbled into the dense willows, only to find that those tender yellow willow buds are no longer, the willows are already green, dense, in the sunset, woven into a dense net, surrounded me The lake is also full of abundance, the wind has changed in a hurry, the waves of the lake are stacked, the light and shadow are broken into pieces, and the summer is coming, I think of fireflies, flashing, blurred, like distant stars.

The sun is concealed, the moon has not risen, and the heavens and the earth are dark. The gravel road under the willow is very comfortable. I combed the wickers with my hands and wanted to find the feeling of touching the spring. Liu Yeer, Yan Yaner, familiar and strange, I called spring, I looked carefully, but spring, gone. , throwing me in her footprints and stepping into a grain of sand by the night.

The spring breeze flies over the rose and flies over the last flower of spring. The wind has changed a bit, and there is a storm tonight.

Inner Mongolia Bayannaoer Urad Front Banner Fourth Middle School: Wang Rong