In May, when a ray of sunrise in the east rises slowly, the gently floating poplar flowers spread over my world, the plain ones swaying, flying with the wind in the morning light of summer. Yang Hua, is the most publicity, such as the swirling snow running in the vast world. Perhaps, that casual temperament disturbs people's peaceful life, which is not as clear as snow and turns to dust and mud, which makes people sensitive to his anger.
Yang Hua, is not too flamboyant, hot summer, busy people always want to find a cool and quiet place to go, to seek green peace. The never-ending poplar flowers always pass by in a flash in front of my eyes, followed by a burst of fluttering in the sky, no less than the spectacle of flying snow all over the sky. I can't see his sadness and loneliness far away from his hometown, but he is so happy to fly away.
I understand that Yang Hua has grown up and is no longer infatuated with the delicate elves of her hometown. He needs to sharpen his tender waist in the crisscross world. This summer sky, bright and hot, is the time to temper yourself. Although it disturbs the world, it also gives people the passion to sprout hope. Treat him like his own child, naughty, active, publicity is their consistent nature. One day, they are far away from their native land, rooted in the bleak world, and dedicate their youth with no regrets. I think it is that they have grown up, understand a responsibility and responsibility, recall the hometown, should be a kind of nostalgia and reluctant to give up.
In front of this floating Yang Hua, happy flying, that plain figure, without the slightest exaggeration of impetuous. It comes from the fact that he is a descendant of poplar, and his heart is clear and simple. In this shallow summer day, full of hope, with a happy mood to go to thousands of rivers and mountains.
In this summer, everything is spent in a hurry, and there is a cool and hot smell in the air. Do not know whether the drifting poplars feel the warmth of the world, shake this season, will eventually take root in the end, then, now in the hometown of the world to release their pride. In the future, perhaps, one day will think of today's happiness, unexpectedly is so warm and innocent.
Compared with Yang Hua's bright character, willow catkins are much more graceful. Liu is the gentle scenery of the water village in the south of the Yangtze River. In early spring and February, the thin branches of Qian Qian sprouted with green silk sash, a little bit, piece by piece, perhaps not piece by piece. That vaguely looks like a bride in the sunset, shy so that you can not bear to wait and see, can only secretly miss in the heart.
The spring breeze of February is like a pair of clever scissors, gently twisting, cutting the tender new leaves into a beautiful appearance in your heart, walking into March of Yangchun with a feeling of shame in confession. In March, wandering in the weeping willow Yiyi river, the graceful willow swaying with the spring breeze, ten thousand kinds of amorous feelings, not in the words. The reflection of Qingqing and the beautiful image of the river set off each other, and my heart could not help swaying with her. All the disturbances in the world seem to have nothing to do with me, I just enjoy the full eyes of spring, what is more memorable than such scenery? I just enjoy waiting for the elegant April of willow catkins.
Fangfei in April is always the most beautiful scenery in the world, but I only like the verdant willow. Prefer her docile character, indulge in her graceful posture, neither faint nor hot, has always been that kind of faint drop. I walked in quietly, gazing at the green catkins between her beautiful branches, and a wisp of fragrance came into my heart. That feeling seems to be a fairy tale of Chen Xiang leisurely floated into my world. I want to have this loving taste alone, am I too greedy, the senseless fragrance can not tolerate the slightest blasphemy, I can only look forward to the quiet charm of willow catkins with a pious heart.
In May, the catkins finally fluttered quietly in my expectation, unlike the publicity of Yang Hua, just falling gently around the river. There is no disturbance floating away with the wind, the stream, the surface of the water, just gentle, with a trace of warmth, lingering in front of my eyes. Gently scoop up a handful of stream water with her hand, and she swam away in my hand. I am a little reluctant to let go, however, she is always the spirit of the river. Gently let go of the hand, let her swim in the free time and space. The rippling stream ripples a little and flows into the distance with catkins.
Yang Hua Man dances thousands of miles.
Willow catkins depend on each other with affection.
Running water never stays in spring.
There is love in the world every day.
The poplar flowers floating far away with the wind are like wanderers far away. The little willow catkins on the bank are like whispering to the beautiful women around me. Such a pair of children, in my world, growing up day and night, let me feel endless happiness and satisfaction. I know that one day, they will be out of my sight with their hopes and dreams. I really don't know if I will feel lonely at that time.
Now, although Yanghua confused my eyes, catkins innocently whispered in my ears, that love has always been in my heart forever. Expect them to dance happily in the sun, expect them to grow up slowly in a world without sorrow. Allow them to gently brush the face of the spring breeze, allow them to bask in the warmth of the sun, allow them to release the elegant demeanor of youth in the time and space of love, and allow them how many blessings are not too much.
In the coolness of this summer, I feel a lot, but my words can not express many concerns and wishes in my inner world. Born here, love is also here, do not want to say anything more, only wish the sun is bright and everything is all right. Do not ask for unlimited colorful scenery, just want to be safe and happy in the days of life. As carefree as I was when I was young, growing up in comfort, moving forward in happiness, and caring about the tenderness I once had in adulthood.
Willow Yiyi, love is thousands of miles. If you have love in your heart, you will be warm all your life. As you approach the summer scene in May, leave a beloved one as a gift for June.
Author: Yue Shangliupan
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