Beautiful prose describing the scenery.

Early summer in May? Author: Put it down.

On this day in bloom every year, I know that pomegranate grows in summer. Huayang falls in the shade and grass grows in May. The shade is quiet, and the solitary flowers show spring. Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer. It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person.

In the early summer, with the comfort of the workers, with the enthusiasm of youth, with the deep affection for this spring calf, I came to May, and I came to this leafy May.

I looked from the window in late spring to the window in early summer. I was fascinated by the courtyards of fruit trees, green flower ponds, quiet ancient incense, green leaves of trees, weeping willows and blooming wild flowers. This watery early summer exudes faint joy, and those feelings immersed in it make me linger in this soft and peaceful day. I really want to spend this bright and shallow early summer comfortably.

Perhaps ethereal is the beauty of this season. Gently fold a dancing vine flower, quietly sip the warm wind that intoxicates tourists, secretly take a breath of the ever-flowing shade, capture the face of this early summer from time to time, and tease the taste of this light summer from time to time.

One day in May, the sun was weak, summer came early, and the warm and humid light nourished everything. There are patches of shade under the forest, and clusters are dotted with patches of lights. White Sophora japonica flowers, purple and pink sycamore flowers, and this brilliant red pomegranate flower all seem to have received a notice, one after another blooming leisurely between heaven and earth.

Listen, maybe, close your eyes and ears, you can hear the laughter of this summer flower "chasing after me" and smell this burst of flowers. On the street, people come and go, wearing thin shirts or half sleeves, leisurely shuttle between spring and summer and heaven and earth.

At this time, even the occasional clouds floating in the sky and the occasional coolness seem so charming and intoxicating. At this time, I really want to close my eyes and ears and listen to the sound of summer flowers blooming and the coolness of the breeze, as if all this is just for the early summer, just to enjoy the faint warm May sunshine with us.

Time flies like water, and I haven't had time to enjoy this infatuated late spring. In the early summer, I took a faint ray of Xia Xiang unceremoniously, condensed into a clear dream, sat leisurely on the shoulders of the season, and stayed with you and me on the other side.

I used to lie on the grass and look up at the clouds in the sky; I used to lie on the roof and look at the stars. But I don't know that clouds are the harbor where souls live and the hope of flying; That starry sky is a meteor garden in the depths of the soul, and it is the end of the agreed time. No, the moment when hope flies and the meteor falls, it's just a cup of beauty and a cup of happiness. So, who is sad and who is drunk?

The second article

The most beautiful day on earth is April? Author: Put it down.

In April, the insects are whispering, the green is dripping, the sun is shining, and the tender branches are shy and affectionate, which is the best in spring. You see, the wind is light and the clouds are light, the warm sunshine, the gentle spring breeze and the water near the distant mountains are all in a warm and clear spring day, which makes them poetic, drunk and whispering. ...

Time is very short, I feel the beauty of this world, and beautiful words are written everywhere. On this April day in Zui Xiang, will a yearning for flowers keep spinning in my heart? Is it reserved and sober, is it the beating of this heart, or is it ethereal thinking?

Inadvertently, walking along a path, you can always meet a tree full of flowers and blue veins. The eyebrows in spring and the whispers in the depths of the season have turned into faint warm fragrance, inadvertently touching the inner softness. The tenderness between the eyebrows, the little smile at the corners of the mouth and the infinite longing for spring in the bottom of my heart are instantly integrated with the fragrance of flowers and trees in April, which has made the original honey of this altar love. "This is the most beautiful April day on earth."

Follow the gentle track of the sun and watch every minute. "Flowers are beautiful in the branches, and birds are singing in the branches." The joy of blooming one after another, the lush green branches, the beauty and poetry of life can not help but come face to face. Plain and fresh tells the beautiful initiative, and the feelings like flowers grow gently in the breeze.

Perhaps the warmest encounter in this warm life is a spring reunion in April. The spring breeze is warm, everywhere is lush, birds and flowers are fragrant, and the songs of life are everywhere. A page of Chun Qing, a few simple poems. A short run aground in a hurry, a fleeting time A ray of sunshine passed by the window sill, and a breeze brushed my face in the afternoon when I was in a daze.

Waiting quietly under the flower tree, can Nong understand the melodious tune that was once familiar? The instant meeting followed the light of Yi Xi and made a permanent promise for April in this world. "The most beautiful thing in the world is April." Or, we won't smile and caress the beauty this time, or lean on April and fold a willow in this beautiful April to indulge ourselves in the flute.

Chun Er was painted with colorful colors, and her heart fluttered in the sun. "When there is spring in life, there is hope." With a smile, I read a brief review. The most beautiful scenery in April is to silently count the blooming flowers along the vines of time, shake off the petals of this body, and happily fall on your eyebrows, separating some people and things from time, so that you can smell the flowers in vain and absorb the aftertaste of this April day.

Look at the time, quiet words are fleeting. The scenery of life, in the final analysis, is the scenery of the soul and the bodhi of life. In a blink of an eye, April is over and wheatgrass is intoxicating. The yearning in her eyes and the call in her heart filled the clouds and water with the breath of April, and she unconsciously grew a poetic day. Finger flick, leaving no trace. In fact, these flowers in April have also quietly bloomed in each of our lives.

Do you have a clear memory of who she declined in the bloom this time, or is it a faint fragrance that makes people feel refreshed and dyes the deep affection in the soul? Just like some love, it doesn't have to come, just to add joy to a quiet life. Perhaps, because of the world of mortals, there should be a quiet corner in our hearts to hold a poem, a love, a scenery and a warm flower.

In other words, we always think that we can find better ourselves by walking around. In fact, we have long been lost in the annual rings, and even we are eager for time to come again, but we are no longer that teenager. Live and love better. Let the gentle time ripple on the calm water, leave some space for life, leave some quiet time for yourself, read the heart sounds peacefully and listen to the aftertaste left by time.

Perched in the depths of time, always waiting for you quietly. Life is a bloom, and those enduring feelings will remain in the depths of memory forever, so that all the experienced scenery will solidify into the warmest touch in my heart.

Life is not repeated, so please let's stick to our hearts and keep smiling. I don't want all the days to be sunny, I just want to feel warm every day, leave a hometown in my heart, let my soul have a home forever, and let my soul live in this most beautiful April day.

The third article

Apricot blossom and spring rain? Author: Put it down.

The spring breeze in March, the breeze blowing gently, the flowers whispering, the greenery overflowing, and the dust fragrant. I don't think it is another flower viewing season. Spring can be intoxicating or intoxicating. Apricot blossoms are so charming, how can they be worthy of the love of this spring rain?

Standing at the intersection of March, waiting for a spring rain to arrive as scheduled. When I woke up in the morning, I didn't know when it began to rain outside the window. One night's rain wet my childhood dream. It was the wings of missing, light and hazy, which made this heart glow like shining green, or made a deep confession in this silence. The distant horizon was filled with lingering misty rain, and it was Jiangnan that gently spread ink and wash.

Push open the window of March. It's rainy in spring and the apricot blossoms are fragrant. The thin rain in spring seems to be afraid that the new green that has just escaped from winter will be frightened. It always brushes gently and carefully, nourishing the faces of all things and flowers smoothly.

Inclined, charming. So, is it the whisper of spring breeze or the sweetness of spring rain that has contributed to the splendor of this apricot blossom branch in such a short moment? Suddenly, before I could catch my breath, I was overwhelmed by this affectionate look and moist eyes.

A poetic encounter, who fell in love at first sight. Spring rain makes apricot flowers more delicate, and apricot flowers make spring rain more affectionate. Beautiful flowers, misty Chun Qing with a nose full of rain, faint, hazy, the sky is really fresh and elegant, after the rain, the apricot flowers are intoxicated, so delicate and charming that I feel shy.

So the surprise of this place is that Leier is infatuated with Yuzhu, or Yuzhu is reluctant to hug her. Suddenly, the breeze is blowing gently, and apricot trees are in bud. The dew swayed as if it were going to fall. A fresh, tranquil breath, light and smart, just like a stream, quietly brewing in the air, intoxicating.

Wrapped around the fingertips of the fleeting time, it became a drizzle and accidentally fell on the ink note. At this moment, I really want to listen to the sound of water and let time flow shallowly. Then, when Chunxiang comes and is involved in this dream of apricot blossom and spring rain, will you wake up? The breeze and drizzle lingered in my arms and my eyes were slightly drunk. Would you like to open them?

This book is a clear brush stroke, dipped in a wisp of flowers. Is this extremely lingering rain holding an eternal clear water in such a faint rhyme, or awakening all the sleeping dreams in this heart and drenching the poetry and moisture of this spring rain? The butterfly goes through the flowers and the pen tip goes through the heart. At that moment, time was a surprise. Where does she live? Where does that man live?

Did you meet the most beautiful you in the most beautiful years, or would you like to accompany you in this warm years? Light footsteps can always awaken some memories. Heart sounds slowly, in a gentle breeze and drizzle, apricot flowers lie still in the wind, thus stealing the gentleness of the season and coming to a romantic encounter. Then whose love is this apricot flower?

Whose eyes are wet by this spring rain? Which one? I am waiting for you in the apricot blossom rain, but this oblique wind and drizzle can't wet my heart. The world of mortals is endless, and my pursuit will not be tired. Oh, it turns out that waiting for you is only for this heart-to-heart meeting with a smile, the fate of love at first sight, and the deep companionship in time.

The fourth article

The confusion of spring: beautiful and charming, everything is born. Author: Let go of an idea

You see, bloom died; Look, Chun Er is flirting. Spring grass is green and carefree; The wind is fragrant and the branches are ringing. Chun Er is Chun Er, and flowers are flowers. ?

The tranquility of the years, the petals are fragrant; The bud before dawn is quiet and melodious; Like others, lightly grasp the past; In the spring of Yidan, I am happy to burn incense. A meaningful and unforgettable fragrance, resting in the bed of memory; Tenderness breeds, but happiness grows. The years that can't stop, the time that can't stop, it's warm in bloom when you walk.

"Late in the day, the spring flowers are brilliant. Mud melts and swallows fly, sand warms and mandarin ducks sleep. " You see, the wind has wrinkled a pool of spring water, and the naughty rain has awakened the sleeping Kyushu. When the peach blossom is at the beginning, the apricot blossom is flush, and the willow says, "Heaven and earth create everything together, and Yin and Yang change." You see, you see, in spring, there are really colorful paintings everywhere, and the nose is refreshing.

"The spring breeze blows the cold floor overnight, and the willows behind the house become warped. I got drunk in my hometown last year and woke up in Liangshuizhou tonight. Laugh at the lofty aspirations of the past and regret the thick clouds at the moment. Why look for hibiscus thousands of miles away and where will it stop? "

In spring, we come with hope; In spring, we came with vigorous steps. We like spring, we yearn for spring, we feel the warmth and expectation of spring all the time, but perhaps the only thing that can keep pace with spring is our young and energetic mind and our down-to-earth actions for the future. Now that spring is back, those days that slip away have enriched our lives, although they have aged our faces.

The road is blue and jade is successful. Life is boundless, and knowledge is boundless. Although the four seasons can be reincarnated, life will not come back. After all, if a millet is planted in spring, 10,000 seeds will be harvested in autumn. Only by giving, can you gain. Perhaps, life is not waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance happily in the wind and rain.

The bird standing on the tree is never afraid of the branches breaking, because it trusts its wings instead of the branches. If we all hope that everything will get better, then instead of worrying about the future every day, we should change ourselves from now on and try to make use of the present. During the journey, we always take strange roads, watch strange scenery and listen to strange songs. Perhaps life itself is a strange trip, and meeting everyone is a beautiful accident.

You are not the Tang Priest, and I am not the Great Sage. All people facing the sea will not be in the warm spring in bloom. Perhaps in this ordinary world, as long as you can grit your teeth and stick to it, it's not too bad. That's as good as saying "Don't think about tomorrow, just smile after a day". After all, life only sells one-way tickets, and the past is over. There is no need to look back often. Where it exists, it is better to bloom there.

Cool Harle learned to leave sadness, the fallen flower found the pure land, the river crossed the ark, and the flying eagle read the sky. It turns out that before everything, I can also be a mirror, standing in front of myself, and I see everything. Everything looks at me and I am everything. I saw everything, everything is me. Everything is born by heart, by love and by me. Beautiful and charming, but everything is born.

The fifth article

Is the peach blossom fragrant in the spring breeze? Author: Put it down.

In March, everything revived and spring was strong. Young leaves, tenderness and peach blossoms, did Dong Er leave in a hurry, or did he miss the fragrance of peach blossoms in the spring breeze?

"Taohuawu Taohuaan, Taohuaan Taohuaxian. The peach fairy breeds peach trees and picks them for drinking. " Poetry in the flowers, wine on the lips, and unrestrained speech. This delicate peach blossom has moistened the tears of many Iraqis and the feelings of many people. ...

"Peach blossoms are in the early spring, and no one looks bright." Yingying spring, soft fragrance overflowing, miles of peach blossoms. Who's that? A Momoka note, a touch of spring warmth, a world of mortals and water, a period of writing time, a long feeling; A nervous bonus, a trembling heart, in the three cycles of life, I look forward to, but also feel warm and cherish. Get drunk with the spring breeze, forget the fleeting time and miss each other.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom, full of sleeves, soft and fragrant, and there are thousands of customs. Peach blossom, light fragrance, slow meaning, floating clouds dream, playing the piano lightly, into the clouds and smoke. Burning youth, breeze blowing, holding your hand, who is that? Looking back gently, whispering charming words and gently stirring up the peach blossom dream of spring breeze?

People are among the flowers. "A love that consumes everything, you can pay it back slowly." Smart magic pen, peach blossom, bees hesitate, butterflies dance. Pick a beam of light and shadow, play a heart-to-heart love, warm spring breeze, the fragrance of peach blossoms, a bustling dream, poetry and love.

Written in the wind, clear water, shining through time, lingering fragrance, swaying freely, singing gently. The world of mortals is close at hand. Is the peach blossom filling the face, or is it fascinated by the peach blossom? The time of wishing to spread your wings, the moment of germination, the ten-mile peach blossom, the burning peach blossom, the fragrant petals, the charming flowers, the time of being drunk and dreaming, and the years.

Flower line in Wan Li, incense line in Wan Li. The breeze is blowing gently, the fragrance of flowers is faint, and the ten-mile peach forest is elegant, clean and flawless, and the jade core is clear and rippling. Did you see the flowers, or did you disturb the spring and miss it? Stroll through the Xuxing, Shili Taolin and Baili Fanghua. The letter is lightly folded, the look is slightly twisted, the flowers are faint, the spring breeze is gentle and graceful, and the heart is rippling.

Hold a yearning, touch a ray of tenderness, brush away the peach blossom in March, tap the cinnabar between the red face and eyebrows, and listen to the whisper of the heart. Perhaps, if you love, you will have more ideas; After reading it, I feel less tired. Peach blossoms on the human face set each other off in red, a corner of red dust, a misty rain, romantic thoughts, elegant and fragrant. Walk slowly, sneak away, turn the water and smile. Who's that?

Whispering softly, dancing swaying, watching the strings of human feelings, playing the piano, and strolling leisurely outside the dream. Unfortunately, the green hills are still there, and the setting sun is a little red. Is it like a flash in the pan? You can't see the end of the world when you look back? Or are you fascinated by the orchids and fragrances in the spring breeze, bustling dances, flowers and dust, and peach blossoms?