The world of mortals flies across the world of mortals, the door of March is about to be closed, and Fangfei in April is in such a hurry that she has lost her appearance and fattened her thoughts. I was born in spring, my mind seems to grow wantonly with the endless spread of spring, if the crazy vines come around me, wrapped around, tight, no excuse. But I finally know, in any case, as long as the heart kind of sunshine, as long as the first heart does not forget, as long as Thanksgiving in the heart, with words rendered insipid fireworks, will also burst into fragrance, time boiled pale words, will also spread fragrance bursts.
-preface
March, I love you.
What can I say goodbye to you in March? Just say I love you. I think this is the truest and purest words from the bottom of my heart.
It's long past the age of talking about love. In the green age, the concept of love was shy and shy, and did not dare to say love boldly, but now that it knows how to love, it is even more impossible to say the word love casually. The world of mortals is long, love, hate and sorrow have been tasted, and I have finally found that the word love is so heavy and sacred that it cannot be blasphemed at will, unless love is not true, like the love between parents and children, speechless but as deep as the sea, true love should be the same, speechless but thick as honey.
My nine-year-old daughter talked to me, and she told me how lovely and hazy her classmates were as long as they saw lingering pictures or words about love, or stuck out their tongues, covered their faces, or talked about him. When I read the ordinary World to her, it was interesting at first, but then suddenly stopped and stopped reading it. I asked her why, and I knew that it was because the love chapters in it made her run aground, and it seemed that the age I didn't understand was very interesting.
Yangchun March, flowers and birds, purples purple, spring melancholy, I like, so say love to you, not blasphemous. I love your spring, love your mountain scenery, love your eagerness, love your romantic poetry, love your graceful affection, even all the things I meet here are reunited for a long time, so exciting, so soul-shaking.
Every day, when the first dawn of dawn cheered me up and stretched my neck to make me sleepy, I knew it was time to get up, and the lovely and loyal white puppy also urged me. As for the singing of the early birds outside the window, I do not know whether it is because of sleeping too deeply, or because I have been up all night for a long time, sleepless and tired, so I forget to catch the worms and sing the songs. I only know that I haven't woke up in the crisp birdsong for a long time.
Like it very much, alone, at dawn, plug in headphones, or walk or run on the city greenway, this wonderful feeling is not used to getting up early can not be realized. At that time, I, the people are running, the heart is flying, the feelings are swinging, the fairy music is flowing, and even the belief and pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty in my heart have become long and meaningful. Although, time is running, I am also running, no matter how to catch up, can not surpass it, but to be able to squeeze out a poem in the busy time to enjoy the beauty of the morning is enough to make me happy and contented.
Grass stretches, carefully holding a little dew, bowing to me piously, I with the most sincere gaze, pour my tenderness like water, make it a good season. Like those free and tenacious growth of grass, deep feelings, strong meaning, let the wildfire burn unquenchable, the spring breeze is still flourishing. In this season when the grass grows and warblers fly, the Bidens Bidens blooming on the roadside of the city is also fond of, white flowers, bright yellow stamens, chrysanthemum but not chrysanthemum, pure and charming. Whenever its needle-like grass seeds are glued to the trouser legs, I will be happy in my heart. I know that I have material affinity, live in spring, be kind to people, take things as spring, and even birds will rest on their shoulders.
I love everything I meet on the way. I always feel that the sky is blue, the clouds are leisurely, the flowers are specially blooming for me, the sea is specially for me, the trees are exclusively holding up the canopy for me, and even those earliest sanitation workers seem to be specially here to accompany me. When they catch their eyes, they smile at each other, he warms me, I warm him, I meet so lightly, the world is so beautiful, the morning light is so pleasant.
Nature, weaving magic and shock, too many times, we seem to be in too much of a hurry, no time to stop, no time to bow, no time to look up, the happiness of life, the splendor of the world, the warmth of the world, in fact, always around. The taste of life, the five tastes are mixed, after all kinds of, are so lingering, endless aftertaste.
The passage of time, in a hurry, can not hold the pace of time, it is impossible to live like a cloud and water, but you can borrow the curl of ink, moisten a stroke of love, overflow a place of love, carry a touch of poetry, will be moved to remember, will be moved to freeze, will love engraved. March, I love you! Love your sincerity, love you without desire, love your compassion, love you know
April, let's fall in love.
In April, what can I say to you to welcome you? let's fall in love, shall we? Let you and I deduce a world of mortals infatuation, you smile Yingying, I smile brightly and welcome, open arms, affectionately embrace, I moved you, you are happy my happiness.
I know you will come, dressed in moonlight, elegant and elegant. Tonight, let me simmer a pot of incense and wait in the agreed cabin. Moon plate to make a cup, stars light, peach blossom wine, spring water fried tea, years light the fire, install the bright March, slowly cook, slowly contain fragrance, waiting for you to come to the reunion of the thousand years, continue the unfinished love of the previous life.
Do you remember our cabin? A shallow stream in front of the house, spring gurgling, mandarin fish fat, shrimp playing, peach death by the stream, pear blossom like snow, Yiyi weeping willow, stone bridge across, stream racon yarn, fragrance; silk bamboo behind the house, the wind rustling, playing the Sanskrit sound of nature, lark blowing, thrush bird accompaniment, leisurely. Chaimen hut, rose eaves, house swallow nest, clear water pool in front of the door, lotus waiting for bud, silent Pingting brewing Zen, mandarin duck playing in the water, dog door guard, fence, chrysanthemum field half mu, gardenia, wild flowers embellished, get up in the morning, pick half a bottle of dew, pick a few clusters of wild flowers, and keep them in the bottle. Sunset haze, grape frame, warm a pot of night, watching tired birds homing, listening to insects singing, rattan weaving rocking chair, you snuggle up to me, I follow you, slowly tell the past, even if it is not absolute love, it is a thousand-year-old love through the soul, the closeness of heart and heart is the most romantic and warm fate in the world, and the connection between soul and soul is the most perfect and moving encounter in the world.
We do not talk about Tian Chang Di Jiu (Eternal Dumpling), do not say love vows, do not say lingering words, so light to come, a touch of get along, a touch of go away, will be half a cup of tea, sip slowly, until colorless and tasteless. In the end, the rose blossoms quietly, the pomegranate is about to blossom, you get up and leave, I am not sad, because I know that in the coming year, you will still come as promised, and I remember that if the two feelings are long, they will not be day and night.
In the days of parting, I will borrow a purple casserole, pack up my thoughts and put them into torment, boil and boil, a handful of clear water, a white cloud, a spoonful of moonlight, three bluegrass, Qinghuan and two taels of Zen Yun, frying and frying, then half a pot, under the banyan tree, I will sit and break my loneliness, practice in silence, refine the Sharizi of time, shine according to you.
April, you are my warmth, my love, my delusion, my drunkenness, from tomorrow, let's fall in love! I wait for you in the depths of the still water, meet you in the depth of time, and wait for you in front of the flower and tree Zen room.
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