A late rain sent the spring

The rustling rain fell again, with a kind of sadness. It is the melancholy that comes about for spring. This spring suddenly came and went in such a hurry that it gradually came to an end before I went out to see it.

The flower before Grain Rain is not a flower, but a flower of a tree; the green after Grain Rain is no longer dots, but a tree of green. No flowers on the tree, has been full of green leaves, a large area covered with treetops, push open the door is a color-green. This is the green of life, the green of vitality and hope, and the green of novelty.

Little drizzle began to drip again, but the leaves became more and more, and the sound became more dense. When I got up in the morning, it was a little gray, and it seemed to be the rhythm of the coming rain, giving people a heavy thought. Then the recommendation on the mobile phone said that it would rain in about two hours, so go out carefully. It aggravates people's thoughts.

After noon, while reading the article quietly in the house, suddenly there was a rustling sound outside, so I immediately realized that it was the sound of rain. This rain, I wonder if it will be the last rain in spring, is spring to bid farewell to the world with this rain? If so, I really don't want to give up. Three months of spring, the twinkling of an eye is coming to an end, a tree of green, is the color left by spring, adding a living color to the world.

Every light rain always goes on and on. It is not vigorous, but it always lasts a long time, long enough to give people an aftertaste of spring. The early spring, full of buds, is always expected, but unconsciously, the buds are still blown open by the spring breeze; the early spring of hard seeds carries all the hopes of farmers, buds sprinkled by spring rain without opinions. It is full of withered and yellow willow, after a spring wind and rain, become green, flocs floating with the wind, a good carefree and leisurely.

The flowers fall, and the spring is drifting away. "falling red is not a heartless thing, but it turns into spring mud to protect flowers." Falling flowers are not ruthless, spring is not ruthless, they are all turned into spring mud, only for the next time to come more fragrant. A piece of land belongs to a season, the appearance of chemical mud grows, the leaves are full of branches, and the flowers always stay fragrant in spring. All that leave is the helplessness after the flow of time, but the beauty it leaves behind is good enough to aftertaste its return.

"when things fall apart in March, spring sorrows can only be known by falling flowers. The willow catkins are white and the east wind is old, and the setting sun of a tree is called Zi Gui. " In late spring, the ancients wrote "Spring sorrow" only the falling flowers know, perhaps the whitening of willow catkins and the cry of Zi Gui is the symbol of the departure of spring. However, my mind is filled with the fragrance of the first three months, and it is still sad in the end. At this time, spring sorrow is also human sorrow, the flowers are withered, the drizzle is falling, and the sorrow is returning to the earth. Maybe people and things will return to the earth after all.

A rustling light rain seems to have fallen a spring. In the long rain, I watched the spring again. From the first spring rain to the present rain, I can't remember how many it was. But there is a clear and memorable spring in the middle. Helpless thoughts fall with the rain, Huaichun is difficult to stay spring, can only let spring leave fragrance between pen and ink and paper. Record a flower bloom, record a Ye Mao, record a spring after a rain falls.

At this time, I feel that everything in the world is in the spring, want to leave its Fangfei, leave its warmth and beauty. The green leaves on the branches rustled and shouted that they wanted to keep the spring, but the seasonal reincarnation was not controlled by the world, and the pace of spring left step by step. Only wait for summer, autumn and winter, wait for the cold and desolate, can meet the arrival of spring, perhaps for people in Huai Chun, this process is long and distant. "ask why the spring is in such a hurry, with the wind and rain as fast as fast." The pace of leaving in a hurry is better than the hurry when it comes.

It was getting dark and the rustling sound seemed to be slow. People's thoughts improve, think through the spring, always can not keep its footsteps. People want to stay, but the pace of summer urges the departure of spring. Always thinking about spring and sending spring, since I can't keep the hasty footsteps at the turn of the season, I will gladly send away what should go and welcome what should come.

The closing ceremony in late spring is always a "rain". Its line is: keep the spring today, and a late rain will send the spring away.

(original creator: Xi Yang, non-starter)