In April in the south of the Yangtze River, the scenery is beautiful. The bright spring and the birds singing in the fragrance of flowers make me especially love the green of my hometown.
Looking at the boundless fields, bathing the spring breeze, bathing the spring rain, according to Chunhui, relaxed and happy, inadvertently, the scenery here is only good!
Green wheat leaves control the wind, branches and jointing, growing gratifying. Flourish in the spring rain, agitate in the spring breeze.
Dark green rape pods are fully dipped in the spring rain, pregnant in the spring sun, increasingly full, and a bumper harvest is in sight.
Pea white, clumps, clusters, piece by piece, white steal incense, blooming in the warm spring, gently swaying in the breeze, like a group of butterflies dance, occasionally three or two white butterflies lightly in the flowers, so that you dazzled, difficult to distinguish between true and false, think that the white butterflies on the green leaves will meet.
Broad bean flower black inlaid with white, moisturizing the spring rain, the sun appears particularly spiritual, like the eyes of a teenager, hiding the essence of the earth, specially for the spring girl and beautiful, beautiful world, beautiful earth, beautiful in my heart.
Take a stroll along the path, fragrant and refreshing. Suddenly bowed his head but was confused by those unknown wild flowers, they are another landscape in the field, blooming every year, free to fight for spring, no need to plant, tenacious hair, showing the charm of nature, decorated with lace for the spring field. Not for the spring report, but only for the spring.
One bolting alone on Zhongxiao Jiu, not chrysanthemum is sorrow. Yellow to flowers and pods as light as a dream, drifting to the end of the sky with the wind. Dots of dandelion flowers, a single show, not chrysanthemums are better than chrysanthemums, enjoying the vanity of yellow chrysanthemum, swaying the slender torso, blooming in the warm spring.
The four-leaf ancient copper coin, covered with leaflets like Ziyunying, dancing with the wind with yellow flowers, is delicate and delicate. Bow down, bow down, as if to pay homage to heaven, thank God for the continuation of her life, she with the great power of nature, green in people's hearts.
Playing bowl flowers scattered in the path, heartbreaking white, I vaguely saw a piece of broken porcelain left in the green, green vines and jade vines lingering in the spring sun, reluctantly. The wild in the south of the Yangtze River is so beautiful.
Cross the field, climb up the dike, let your mind suddenly enlighten. The mountains in the distance under the sun are clearly discernible, and the green pine waves seem to rise and fall with the wind, but I know that it is not loose, but heartbeat. Up close, the water of the Yijiang River is clear and clear. Although there is no stone in Guilin, it can be compared with the water of the Lijiang River. The breeze blows and the microwaves rise. When the rising sun rises, there is a red sun in the sky, a sun in the middle of the river, the sky and water reflect each other, shining in the sky, gorgeous on the river, red like fire, green as blue. Therefore, I can't help thinking of the "memory of Jiangnan" by Bai Juyi, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty:
Fair Southern shore, With scenes I adore. At sunrise riverside flowers redder than fire,In spring green waves grow as blue as sapphire. Which I can't but admire.
April spring in Jiangnan is the best! I praise not only the April spring light of my hometown, but also the farmers who dress up for the beautiful scenery.
Author: Shu Si Chun
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