Walking on the straight path,facing the spring scenery all the way,and bumping into the spring.Spring is just under the feet,thus the steps become light.The distance of a few steps is like stepping over thousands of rivers and mountains,and the sweat flowing down from the corners of the face makes people recall and feel that time goes by like a shuttle,but it makes people feel extremely steadfast.I have not let down this beautiful youth,at least I have not let down the season when central China can walk side by side with you.We go ahead in the rain in order to arrive at the destination we want to go together earlier,which is the closest to spring and also very close to you!
Inadvertently,I felt the gentleness of a breeze blowing across my forehead,which was what I yearned for.It was more like yours.It was so gentle but full of strength that made my heart blossom with the season instantly.The windmill kept rotating,and the fan leaves kept rotating along the windmill,as if back to that childhood.I sat by the bridge,watching you wet the hair line by the clear river,your reflection flows far and far along with the River and flows to the ends of the Earth.I can still stand in front of you with a smile on my face,without saying a word,without sorrow or hurt.
With a clever mind,a tree in front of the door was dressed up to be extraordinarily green.Magpies held dead branches and built their beloved nests at the end of the tree to continue their lives.In February,the poet’s chapters were filled with fountain-like inspiration.In a flash,the poet’s sweet heart was leaked inadvertently and was chanted loudly by wild geese rushing from the south.The poet disappeared,and he quietly retreated in the mountains.All kinds of anecdotes and anecdotes circulated in the mountains had nothing to do with him any more!When the verses which have been put aside for many years are picked up and read by people who are willing to do so again,the deep feeling of honey can still be appreciated,the burning heart is still burning in the world of mortals which has been reincarnated for thousands of years.At the foot of the Green Mountain,there are always infatuated bones buried deep in the soil,waiting for years,waiting for this spring blossoming,with the Iraqi covering their faces,walking through the mountains,the sound of footsteps,he once disturbed a heart that had been sleeping for many years,but when he woke up slowly again,the Iraqi people had gone far away without shadow,and the dust was full of noise,but no one has a good voice••••••
waiting for the wind to come into my eyes and then hit my cheek.I used my sense of smell to explore the fragrance of flowers around me,which flower blooms for me and which wisp of fragrance floats for me specially.I thought it over and immersed myself in it unconsciously.Could I float to that person’s side with the fragrance of flowers,like petals,and use countless fragments of my body at some point,put together a dream of color for her.When the wind blows gently,I will scatter all over the ground,eroding the mud!
Waiting for a rain,I prepared a raincoat and an umbrella,walking alone on the silent Road.Rain fell on my body and hit the umbrella.I can’t tell what else happened in the world except the sound of rain.If the rain suddenly rains heavily and the road ahead is destroyed,I will have no way out.I followed the rain and went straight down the mountain,running towards the vast ocean.The boat swaying in the sea is full of the dangers of the jianghu and the vicissitudes of the world.Will there be someone on the other side of the sea,looking up at the horizon of the vast sea,waiting anxiously for me to return with full load?
Wait for a meeting,ride the wind and break the waves,wait until the wind is calm,and then come back to you wearily.The smoke from the kitchen was floating on the roof,spreading to the sky.I sat in front of the house,watching you tidy up your life,feeling sorry for me,and looking at me with a smiling face from time to time.Listen,if someone is crying in the wind,it must be the person who has suffered all grievances in life and is waiting for comfort;Listen,if someone is crying in the wind,it seems that there are always many disappointments in life,destiny makes people helpless only to use tears to vent the grievance in their hearts.Listen,the man in the wind seemed to be talking about something with joy and laughter,vaguely,as if this distressed life finally made people encounter a thing that could make people laugh heartily.Let it be,a colorful season always needs to be accompanied by joyful laughter.