Time passes through the dust like water. In April, the light wind walked at an elegant pace, gently combing the green hair of willows and gently stroking rape flowers everywhere, she picked up a new round of field dreams in one hand and the hope of the people in the water village for the new season in the other. In the post of the spring breeze, the spring girl waved her magic wand and unfolded the brightest and brightest ink painting in the four seasons for the misty rain south of the Yangtze River.
At this time in the south of the Yangtze River, the distant mountains contain dai, willows pile up smoke, waterbirds fly, and shepherd boys play the flute. Jiangnan took off the cold coat, hidden the melancholy of falling leaves, humming a leisurely tune, carrying the dream in the sound of smoke oars, gesturing lightly and full of tenderness.
Looking south of the Yangtze River, there is a sea of golden flowers everywhere in front of the house, behind the house, by the river, by the ditch, at the bottom of the slope, on the hillock, on the bank, and by the embankment. A blossoming rape flowers in the spring vividly into a smiling face, the breeze blowing, rape rustle whisper, swaying gorgeous rape flowers make people's thoughts, dreams, are dyed with bright colors. Between heaven and earth, swarms of butterflies and bees could not help being attracted by cauliflower. They all approached her, got drunk and danced with her.
Rape flower, is the messenger of spring, but also the Terminator of winter, she added spring amorous feelings, waving away the cold winter. Qingming Festival, in the fields, strangers, rape flowers everywhere eye-catching, everywhere blooming, her radiant light lit up the faces of farmers, but also activated the hope of a bumper harvest. Although rape flowers are not as rich as peonies, not as beautiful as roses, not as beautiful as lotus flowers, not as enchanting as peach blossoms, not as fragrant as lilies, but she is the most beautiful scenery in the world created by hard workers with their hands and sweat.
Rape flowers such as unadorned village girl, she is comfortable with the situation, no affectation, no affectation, no grandstanding, not competing with the crowd, the flowers bloom and fall, she is only in her world, emitting a faint fragrance of flowers, containing the warmth of veins, quietly interpreting her wonderful, silently dedicating her life.
When rape blossoms warmly, it really makes people have to feel her tenacity and exuberant vitality. Close to the rape flowers, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, in the emptiness of the unity of man and nature, I stand in the middle of the sea of flowers alone, standing in the middle of the sea of flowers, breathing deeply the air filled with pollen. Yang Wanli, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, has a deep hedge, and the tree head flowers have not become overcast. Children rush to chase yellow butterflies, flying into cauliflower nowhere to find the moment will jump into mind, an impetuous heart in the kiss of cauliflower gradually return to stability, calm.
In the picture of the misty rain countryside, the rape flower lights the colorful and meaningful picture of spring with ordinary and no private makeup. In fact, no matter how magical the painter's pen is, it is impossible to describe the true beauty of rape flowers. Rape flower, she makes the field more elegant and profound with silence, and makes the earth more charming and ethereal with her beauty. Wandering in the colorful sea of flowers, looking at the rape flowers that are at peace with the rest of the world, I really want to pillow a cloud, hold a book, taste a pot of tea, find elegant and quiet in the corner of the world, and let my heart fly gently in the beauty of the Zen willow and the depths of the clouds.
I remember when I was a child, I always liked to follow my parents to watch them weed and fertilize the rape fields. My little playmates and I often shuttled, laughed and danced in the fields where rape flowers were in full bloom. Today, I went back to my hometown. The rape blossoms bloomed and looked at the vibrant rape flowers. I seemed to go back to the carefree childhood that made me unforgettable, sniffing the faint fragrance of rape flowers. Listening to the wonderful music of rape flowers, I saw my parents' smiling faces and beckoning to me in the rape field. I also saw me and my childhood playmates shuttling back and forth in the rape fields, chasing bees and butterflies, and heard the leisurely songs of me and my childhood playmates floating over the rape flowers, as well as the clear and innocent laughter.
The yellow dust of the year attracts bees and butterflies into the real body. As soon as you stay in the wind, how many people are separated and stained with incense. When the flowers are in bloom, patches of rape flowers in the south of the Yangtze River make people in the water village bathe in the fragrance of pure mellow flowers. When a person buys a sea of flowers, the mood will soon become beautiful.
Flowers love butterflies, butterflies love flowers, in April, the picturesque misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is fresh, graceful and elegant everywhere. Barefoot walking on the ridge of the field, the wind blowing long hair, my heart words gently scattered in the clear rhyme of the smoke wave curl, turned into a lingering dream, dancing with the wind, flying everywhere.
Cauliflower is the ballad of innocent children, the laughter of rural farmers and the story of beautiful spring. Some of the simple rape flowers are leisurely, some are quiet and elegant, and some are calm and calm. The simple rape flowers let me have a deeper understanding of life. Winter to spring, rape blossoms, at this moment, all the depressed thoughts suddenly enlightened in the bright sun, I feel that the dream is taking off, the heart is pure, life is sublimating. I love Jiangnan, the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan, the Yingge and Yan dance of Jiangnan, the flying eaves and windows of Jiangnan, and the swaying gold of Jiangnan even more.
Rape blooming is a very charming natural painting. Clear water and yellow flowers make the ancient south of the Yangtze River more charming and poetic. Clouds come and go, rapeseed, she wrote one spring fairy tale after another. At this time the wind, the soft wind blowing face, blowing open petals, lift the heart lake micro-waves, I really want to get close to rape, listen to her faint whisper, and exchange deep thoughts with her.
Walking in the south of the Yangtze River, touching the tenderness of the water countryside, tasting beautiful spring, rippling winds and clouds, whirling misty rain, watching rape blossoms, sadness and troubles can be turned into clouds and wind. As long as I pick a faint scent of rape flowers, with the words of rape flowers, I will be able to follow the light and shadow of happiness and wander freely in spring.
Perhaps, in the sleepless dream, I will lift the long skirt and tiptoe, turn into a butterfly at the place where the smoke waves flow, and dance and fly on the sea of golden flowers in my hometown.
/ tr. by Phil Newell) QQ1904223318
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