When it comes to spring, words such as sunny, sunny and vibrant come to mind immediately. Maybe it's because people are so impressed that they forget that there seems to be wind and rain at night. Perhaps it was the drizzle that could not be seen, and the flowers fell to the ground to listen silently.
Last night, the wind and rain, lightning and thunder, such as a beast in the roar, people timid, worried about the outside world will become what kind of world? When I pushed the door the next morning, it was still drizzling, like a fairy's hair, such as silk, silk like a dream, rain falling carefully, dense and soft, and I felt a wisp of warmth at the bottom of my heart.
The sky in the distance is like a piece of white Xuan paper, but I don't know which naughty ghost accidentally knocked over the ink, the black began to faint around, the sky became hazy, and the green mountains usually loomed in the sky, like a dream. Everything around is so warm and soft.
Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the clouds saw the sun, bringing a scent of flowers in the air, swimming in my nasal cavity, teasing my olfactory nerve. Finally, I couldn't resist the temptation to look for it with the aroma. I unwittingly walked into a garden, and in front of it was the red apricot branches with spring noises, and bees stood on them. Each flower is a beautiful spirit, I wander not far away, dare not take a step forward, lest startle these busy elves. Just walked under the cherry tree, the body fell a layer of petals, some are still floating in the air, some fell into the soil. The red rain all over the sky, the scattered petals, is the dancing spirit, is the Creator's masterpiece, across the tip of my hair, wrapped around the corner of my clothes, fragrant wind, but also drunk my heart. In my heart, I can't help thinking that the wind is rippling with falling flowers. As soon as I saw these fallen flowers, I felt tight in my heart, and immediately remembered the scene of Daiyu burying flowers with fragrant tea, tears and frowns. All the flowers in the world could not escape the nightmare of flowers without a hundred days of red after all. Yesterday's flowers are full of scenery, but today's flowers are full of pity. I couldn't help feeling a little sad in my heart, but then I remembered that falling red was not a heartless thing, which turned into spring mud to protect the flowers. My heart suddenly opened up again. Let these petals fall into mud and grind them into dust. I won't take anything with me except memory. I use my hand to gently pluck away the branches in front of me, so that the petals on my body will shake off naturally, otherwise I will stain these aura.
As soon as I walked forward, I saw a clump of iron trees. I often came here before, but I had never seen these iron trees so energetic and melancholy. It seems to be a pair of wonderful hands of nature to wash away these dirt and make the whole world clean and fresh.
As the old saying goes, as the spring breeze sneaks into the night, it moistens all things in silence. The clear rain not only moistens all things, but also cleanses the noise of the world with its wonderful melody. So, after the new rain, there is a new scene.
Xin Chong, a middle school instructor in Wencheng Town, Junan County, Shandong Province
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