March has passed quietly, and April is coming in a hurry. Pear blossoms have long been full of buds in the south, and after blooming for nearly two months, they have retreated from their early infancy. "the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom when the world is in full bloom in April." The fragrant moment of peach blossoms begins in March and will last through April.
Bees are busy, flying around, with the fragrance of flowers, looking for the source of honey, so far away, but flying happily, looking for the process as a happy and happy journey.
See the butterfly, around the fragrance, obviously love this fragrance, circle after circle, slow flight, lightly fall on the petals, gently and implicitly express something to the flower.
No matter those who are busy ploughing in the fields or those who are leisurely by the stream, they are all short-sleeved enough to resist the temperature of April. They are all happy, neither hot nor cold, warm enough to pull home everywhere, and no matter how busy they are, they will not forget "this meal".
The wind outside the window, soft and slow, cool with bursts of warmth, bring the fragrance into the house, close your eyes and take a deep breath. As a result, the inspiration of the text comes from the fragrance of the nose, from the fragrance of the eyes, the outside is so beautiful.
The sun after noon, leaning on the blue sky, just landed in the corner of the window, shining on the potted grass, shaking the vines happily, as if dancing under the dance light, saying that he did not want to stop.
Obviously, spring in April is more mature than March. As soon as April arrives, it begins slowly, fades away the childishness left in March, and blossoms its own maturity. In front of April, confused eyes, drunk heart, with a mobile phone to shoot, is a moving movie, is a beautiful poem, or even a wonderful painting.
In the evening, the bird song became the most beautiful scene, twittering back and forth, greeting April in its own way, but the sound was pleasant to hear. The shameless bird cries louder and louder. He obviously loves this April, so let it go.
The air of April, full of blooming fragrance, is not only the fragrance that will fall, but also the fragrance that is in full bloom. The fragrance of April is gone, but the peach blossoms are in full bloom. Or "you are love, is warm, is hope, you are the April day of the world," the fragrance, each kind of fragrance is so attractive, makes people ponder …...
If I want to write a prologue for April, I don't think I can do it, because I have been blinded and drunk by April, how can I write it?
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