Spring in the north

Flowers wither, red apricots are small, swallows fly, and green water surrounds people.

March in the south of the Yangtze River, I think it is the charming season when flowers fall and bridges flow.

The wind must be soft, like a mother's daughter looking into the distance, there must be a trembling hot spring in her eyes, crystal clear.

The wind must also be charming, such as Xiaoqing played by Maggie Cheung, whose waist is twisted like a water snake. When you face each other, you can't help but stop.

This spring breeze is the strangest, giving all kinds of beauty to the southern country full of red beans. Walking around the garden in spring, an apricot has gone out of the wall, which is a pleasant spring scenery that can't be closed.

Or, in the quiet evening when the rain hits pear blossoms and the door is closed, gently open the porch window, listen to the breeze and drizzle and think alone.

Wake up from the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, although the solar term has arrived, the northern town is still not red.

Spring breeze is like scissors, it doesn't cut the willow leaves, but it cuts the surface, and the down is still there and shrinking.

"A lonely city, Wan Ren Mountain, spring breeze is not enough." The best metaphor I can think of is that these two poems are very appropriate.

In the silent night, listening to flying sand and stones knocking on the window glass frequently, at this time, the room also gave birth to a dry loess atmosphere.

This kind of climate, this season, does not need to hide and close your eyes, but needs the artistic conception of cool breeze and drizzle.

It can only be described in a dry word. It seems that my mouth is dry and my mind is dry. It is different from an all-encompassing love, with flowing water from the east, a kind of lovesickness, two daughters' leisure and elegance.

"Dry" is the driest word. If the weather is cold, you can add clothes. It's hot, turn on the air conditioner, or go for a walk in the suburbs. There is a saying that you can enjoy the cool under the big tree. Only the word "dryness" is the most difficult to understand. In the spring in the north, half the days are spent in this gray weather.

Often this season, I am the most diligent, and everyone is sleepy in spring. However, I am afraid of the smell of dust, as if my breathing is not so smooth. I wet the dishcloth, wiped the small windowsill and the tables and cabinets in the house over and over again, and carefully watered all the green plants several times. Looking at their beautiful appearance of clean water and dust, I finally got some prosperous spring scenery.

I remember celebrating my sister's birthday one year, in the spring of March, after noon, the sky gradually became chaotic, like red, like gray, indescribable, the wind seemed to be still, and it was difficult to walk, even people close at hand could not see clearly.

There is a light in the room, and the light is already on. My sister was frightened and said, my birthday won't be the end of the world, will it? I remembered a martial arts novel I had read before, in which there was a power called the power of the wild, so I insulted my sister: someone must have released the power of the wild in his body and stirred up the sun, the moon and the dry Kun.

I'm afraid to think of weather like that.

Spring in the north is also changeable. Although there have been more green plants and less dust in recent years, the taste of being warm and cold at first sight is quite unbearable.

In sunny weather, ask two or three confidants to go out for a walk and enjoy the little comfort of blowing cold willows. Although there is still no green on both sides of the road, the branches are already very soft and thin buds are emerging.

Looking into the distance, the kite flies high and the Little Square is crowded, which is a vibrant picture of spring scenery.

My friend is wearing a little feather. He is very hot. He rushed to the mall for the same goal. It was a hearty shopping.

I was deeply impressed by the warmth of the girl in spring. I am like Xiangyun, a silly girl in a dream of red mansions. I close my eyes, hide in the depths of falling flowers, sleep with a pillow, and smile happily in a deep dream. The sunshine is really nice.

Usually, such unusually good weather doesn't last more than three days. Sure enough, the next morning, I couldn't wait to open the curtains. God, like a magician who can change his face, has already become the ferocious face of a witch, and yesterday's spring scenery is gone.

Hang the bought thin spring clothes back to the wardrobe, put on small down and walk out of the entrance. The cold wind will wear clothes, and the sun seems to come out, but it looks like the yolk has fallen into the dust, which looks a little dusty. A few grains of snow hit my face, which hurt a little. However, after several cold winds with dust, it seems that the incident of snow hitting the face is only a momentary illusion.

As the saying goes, this kind of weather is called late spring cold, which is not much less powerful than a few cold days, and is often more biting and gloomy.

In the spring in the north, in the dust flying from warm to cold, my heart lingers between loss and hope, and steps into pink and green. ...