"Prose" ends in April and spring, and a hundred valleys are waiting for rain.

April, really beautiful, flowers rush to open, envy people's eyes. It is often said that a hundred days' flower is not red. Only a few days later, all the beautiful flowers have withered. Green trees and clusters of bright yellow flowers have replaced clusters of flowers. Unconsciously, the days of Grain Rain came, and spring quietly left. No wonder the flowers fade and the new green jumps on the branches.

The seasonal changes of nature and the growth of all things are wonderful and fantastic, which can always make people feel deeply, and it is inevitable to produce a little sadness or some little happiness. Flowers fade and catkins grow. I am used to it and I am satisfied. April is picturesque.

I think of the season at the end of spring and feel the days fly by. In retrospect, it seems that I just walked through winter and haven't had time to taste the taste of spring. In late spring, I extended my farewell hand. It is reasonable to say that the four seasons are distinct, but in my heart, no matter how spring, summer, autumn and winter change, my mood is calm and I like it. For example, there should be a great contrast between the flowers in spring and the simple silence in winter, but I think the four seasons in my eyes are wonderful or exquisite.

Enjoy it in spring and it's beautiful in winter. I like the vitality of spring and the freshness of life, but I also like the implication and implication of winter silence. I am passionate because of the publicity of spring life, and I am impressed by the solemnity of winter life. Seeing that early summer is coming, I will still welcome it with all my heart and love it.

The beauty of April is not only the fragrance of flowers and high green, but also because spring and summer alternate silently in April.

Today is Grain Rain and the last solar term in spring. "Catkin dances with the wind, and summer is coming." However, don't you think this is just the beginning and return of spring?

Get up early, there is a clear feeling that the wind is no longer cool, birds are singing louder, there is no shadow of spring flowers among the branches and bushes, and roses, hibiscus and buds are gestating in early summer, so it is time to change their flowing posture.

I quietly welcome a new day, a new season, and new branches and leaves in front of me.

April is beautiful, enjoy beautiful flowers, taste tea in the Spring Festival, listen to the drip of spring rain and watch the slow flow of spring water. However, with the arrival of Grain Rain, I should get busy. Although I'm not going to work in the fields, I'm going to plant a handful of beans and melons in my small vegetable garden, sow the seeds in April and reap the joy of this summer.

Outside the window, catkins are scattered again.

In the countryside, a hundred valleys are waiting for rain.

I stopped thinking, grabbed a hoe to grow melons and beans, followed the solar terms in Grain Rain, and kept pace with life.

202 1 apr. 20, 2008

The ninth day of March in the year of Xin Chou.