In the spring, the beauty of the fallen city

In the early spring, the warm feeling that had just emerged disappeared under the blowing of a northern wind. In the quiet night, a spring snow brewing for a long time came as scheduled. Under the street lamp, snowflakes fell into water in the air. Pedestrians tightened their necks and hurried. Pushing the window, a chill came on my face. I stretched out my hand out of the window, trying to touch the glittering snowflakes. But I immediately retracted my hand. I was afraid that I would disturb the silence of the night and disturb the rhythm of spring. The chill hasn’t faded yet. I only saw the cold figure of cold plum, which unfolded vividly in the silent night. The plum shadow in the early spring not only aroused Fei Fang’s thin and cool winter, but also awakened the spirit of spring. After the rain, it was sunny and cool. In his watch, he calmly faced the cloud Cirrus. Looking forward to the fragrance of with delicate fragrance blossoming flowers. Imagine in the peach blossom, let the soul insert wings, spread wings and fly in the tunnel of time, passing rippling wave of the lake, turning into a wisp of fragrance. Standing on the steps of spring, crossing the cold of early spring, full of spring. A branch of apricot pollen, a tree of pear White, a peach blossom, opened the Yingying orchard. In the time of Amber years, the simple and gentle words abandoned the earthly dust. Gently cut a good time. In an Enron corner, I watched the beautiful boundless spring with the young man in white who passed by the horse. It’s warm spring again, and I love this season with a little tipsy spring breeze. Sunny and gentle in the warm sun. The warm air flowed sunny scent, making people unconsciously immersed in those spring verses. Peach Red with rain, Willow Green with smoke. The wind returned to the courtyard of the small courtyard to be green, and Willow eyes continued in spring. Cars are like flowing water and horses are like dragons, and flower and moon is in the spring breeze. Looking up at the white clouds in the air, people can’t help thinking of the blue sky under the kite and listening to laughter. At this moment, the tea fragrance in the hands is refreshing, and there is a spring breeze in the ears. The peach blossom in front of us is pink and spit lightly. This charming peach blossom makes me remember Cui Hu thousands of years ago. In the peach blossom season, he passed by the farmhouse by beating horses and came across a woman who was as beautiful as peach blossom and poured tea for him. The girl’s burning smile made Cui Huxin love. In the spring of the following year, when the flowers bloom and the peach blossoms are fragrant, he will visit his hometown again to search for the figure of a woman. But people don’t know where to go, peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze. The story of the past will not be staged, only Cui Hu’s song “The title capital Nanzhuang” has been circulated for thousands of years. Spring is the peak season of the year. In such a season, the poet should write down love at heart and the mood of a season. The poet wants to compare such spring scenery to the peach blossom girl in her heart. What kind of spring scenery does this season have? Such a season should be like the Jiangnan Spring Scenery written by the poet. The goose yellow is a tough life; The green contains infinite vitality; The tender life and fresh scenery are shining with sacred light in such a season. This holy water is as clear and clear as the holy water of Buddha front, as beautiful and the glory of love as Dok Bua Kao in Buddha’s heart. In such a season, Peach Blossom Girl has surpassed such a season: Peach Blossom Girl is a blooming tree by tree, a swallow flying with spring, beautiful and light, with love, warmth and hope. Life is a parting and meeting one after another. It’s all the sadness to drive the horse to the road and stop the long pavilion. Sometimes, a separation is a lifetime. There is only one person’s loneliness and loneliness under the sunset flowers and branches, and the beauty of the fallen city in spring.

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