Smoke and rain, smashing flowers

Cuiyan Xiangxi Pavilion, light green willow green heart, the most misty and rainy, when the flowers are fragrant

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Spring is the season when flowers bloom. The misty rain is the angel that awakens the flower pure and fresh, with the light wind dripping into the flower, gently floating, the smoke and the fragrant scent, the fragrant fragrant spring flowers are blooming, the anger is placed in the city, in the countryside, in the wilderness, the shyness is like jade The drizzle, the condensation reflected the face of the flower, and the wind and the rain, the heart seems to sway in a beautiful and soothing music sanctuary, let the rain, wet the hair, wet the face, look up and wind with the wind The smog of the rain and the sky, the thick and deep feelings of the clouds, as if to gently wipe away the light dust on the flowers, show the world of flowers with a sense of visual smell.

When it comes to the rain, it always feels like the unique scenery of Jiangnan. In fact, in Dalian, the northern pearl, the weather is very common. It will last for several days. When I first came to Dalian, I felt that the weather was very depressed and would not I suffocate myself at home, bring an umbrella, walk in the rain, feel the light and fine, and the silky rain like the hometown. It seems like there is no breeze, the fluttering rain and smoke is so faint, let you The heart calms all the folds and squats, quite a lot of clothes, wet apricot rain, and the face of the cold willow wind.

Close the umbrella, melt into the rain, and explore the unfamiliar place with the feeling, a burst of flowers floating, unconsciously strolling in the piece of the sea, the purple, the sweet fragrance, the whole person is dissolved In the color of the flower, the scent, the misty rain, the romantic veil of the flowers here, people think, because of these beautiful flowers, there is such a weather, not a storm, but like flowers Passionate and gentle lovers, at this time, how can we not stop people busy in the world of the heart, and flowers, and the rain, embraced, free and easy.

Some people say that they will fall in love with a city because they love someone, and the rainy days of knowing lilacs make me fall in love with the city.

The beauty of the sea lies in Guangbo. The charm of the lilac flowers is to interpret the deep feelings of life with the melancholy melancholy, and to tell the bottom of the heart with the elegant fragrance. "The blue bird does not pass the letter, the lilac is in the rain." The poems of the people complained of the intestines, and they couldn't endlessly linger on them. So the deep rain lanes of the Northland left behind the lingering and long-lasting lovesickness.

The soft purple, the lingering white, the purple is clear and elegant, and the white is pure and pure. The rich leaves of Cuibi are lined with strings of exquisite, fragrant and summery, sweet and pleasant, elegant and quiet. Faced with cloves, body and mind will fall into its tenderness, only for this romantic move.

A touch of purple, a touch of fragrance, just in the flowering place, the flowers are soft songs, when the sun is warm, the smile in the spring breeze is fascinating. Yesterday was the shadow of the swaying in the earth. The heart of the flower was exiled in the bright city, showing the branches, just in the spring. The purple Fangfei, which is a branch, is a delicate and twisted poem that expresses melancholy with lingering and delicate.

The season of lilac blossoms is the spring of the North. Her small petals, petite body, but the ancient fragrance, her soul is the summer lotus, the autumn chrysanthemum, the winter plum, the aroma is strong, intoxicating, if picked into the room, it is a room of fragrant For a long time, in the cold spring of the North, she is so fascinating.

The misty rain can be surrounded by the fragrance of Qingya flowers. The beauty of the flowers is also the beautiful scenery of the misty rain. It is clear that we always look for a kind of liberation in our spiritual world called “put down”, so the mountains are stilts. The water is tender, and the four seasons are also beautiful, just like the feeling of being gratified and sad, and these are the existences of each other in the life of each other, and the question marks in life are explained to themselves. Accept, then the sigh, why not the message of the wise!

Whenever the rain is raining, I am still willing to put myself in the rain, strolling through the footsteps of the soul, picking up the beauty and warmth of nature, the rain and the rain, and the scent of flowers!

Along the way, holding the hands of the years, watching the changes of the world, those memories that are like a dream, slowly drifting away, leaving a little beautiful shadow, in the heart of the song without words, just in One flower and one leaf, feeling, the time is not going back, maybe, we should sniff the spring breeze, at the intersection of this season, exile Wen Rui's heart!

Open the curtain of the rain and listen to the heart sound of spring. The date of the coming spring is the melodious whistle, giving spring a graceful soul, so the smoke and rain are everywhere, when the flowers are fragrant!

Shijiazhuang, Hebei Province, the second grade of the second grade: Wang Junjie