April, hard to give up feelings

Sitting in April, it is another year of Qingming rain. Flowers bloom and fall in the field, life is also happy and sad, suddenly look back on the tears. The remaining temperature between the family seems to be nailed in the sky of April, condensing into floating clouds. Dust off the world, deeply buried piety is like a piece of paper, a column of incense, one by one open thoughts, turning green in the garden of memory, no matter how the years go by, it is difficult to give up the feelings accompanied by withered vines and old trees on the hillside. Spring goes to spring and goes back again and again, growing old and regenerating again and again, and all the sadness is rooted in the soil of spring with the desire. After the spring thunder, the kind of feelings that are hard to give up broke out in the strong.

Watch April, it is sad to leave the heart again. Silent rain, silent tears, quietly slipping in the face, how many intimate memories into the shoulder. The ripples of memory go thin in the years, rest and examine the past life. Even if there is only a little light in the sky, I can't forget the breathless old scalper in the grass pond in my childhood, driving it through the hard years. I can't forget that I once had a piece of moon cakes and tasted the reunited Mid-Autumn Festival moon night. Even more unforgettable in the winter countryside, brothers and sisters sit around in front of the brazier with hot little hands, and ice ice flowers with big fat leaves on the glass of the cottage; the mowing knife is still hanging on the fence of half stone, half grass and half wood; every April, they rest on the hillside of sheep herding, habitually sweeping a spring sprout and squeezing out a faint fragrance between their five fingers. The breath of spring is filled with many deep feelings of life!

Admire April, it is another year of spring grass green. Since God has given us a season to remember, we should use this warm spring to admire our sleeping relatives; we should scrupulously abide by filial piety and inherit the thousand-year-old civilization of the ancient country; we should wash our hearts with the help of this dialogue from time to time, so that life can be favored by nature, and everything is bred in the rhythm of nature.

When the swallow came, the Spring Festival Club, Lihua lagged behind Qingming Festival. In April of the Qingming Festival, the spark of honesty and integrity was handed down from generation to generation. While the bell of Hanshan Temple was not far away, he grasped the soil of his hometown and comforted those who were incorruptible and reluctant to give up through the pear blossoms full of trees.

Author: Tong Feng