The spring breeze is holding my skirt and flying again, the spring flowers are blooming, the apricot flowers are blooming, the peach flowers are blooming, and the flowers are blooming one after another. A friend said that we should go to enjoy the flowers this year, or plum? Or peonies? I happily said yes, yes, but it is the eyes that enjoy the flowers, and the heart, so the mood, the weather, the people who accompany them... I deliberately choose the day to go, and I miss such and such things in the end.
Suddenly I want to see you, busy days, see you don't have to have an appointment with anyone, you are here, I am here, just walk around as you like, just as you like, that's the real distraction, isn't it? When I think of you, it seems that there is a faint scent of you in the wind pulling your hair. Is it a message from you?
In my memory, you stood there silently. On both sides of the road, in the fields, in front of and behind the house, there is no one calling. You carelessly rendered half the sky a thick and faint purple haze, and embraced my small village in your arms. Bricks and green tiles, beautiful paintings, sweet and sweet flowers, that is you - the humble paulownia, blooming in every prosperous April. St. Bauquet
, I told my children in a warm tone, you have never seen Paulownia flowers, lavender, like a string of firecrackers, a large string, a large cluster, when it blooms, it presses the canopy like a tree Peacock opens. Really, any paulownia tree is more amazing than the peacock opening screen! Fearing that the child would not be able to imagine it, he hurriedly described its beauty by using words and expressions, but the child said lightly, "Oh, is it prettier than cherry blossoms?" I was suddenly frustrated. He had never seen Tung Hua and could not enter into my description, and I was neither a poet nor a painter. How could I make him understand the ubiquitous and friendly local flavor of Tung Hua, and it was just for novelty And the cherry blossoms who deliberately drove a hundred miles to take pictures are completely impossible to evaluate from one angle. You are like a kind little sister next door, what do you do with plain clothed clothes and the heavy makeup on the runway?
The spring breeze has stirred up my delicate emotions again. Emotions are a diary written in my heart. A certain page is full of you, but now, where are you? Unlike before, you can smell your sweet scent everywhere, on both sides of the road, on the wheat ridge, and in the corner of the small village, you can be seen everywhere, your casual existence and the small village have formed such a harmonious layout. Thinking about it has not been seen for many years, not even a chance encounter. Rural areas are urbanized, high-rise buildings are everywhere, and country roads are wider. I think you are no longer suitable for standing there. Green belts have been built on both sides of the road, and unknown small trees in the holly have bloomed. The pale pink, bright red, and delicate petals are as thin as cicada wings, and they smell a faint fragrance. These small flowers are beautiful. It has faded your former figure, and I am afraid that it will gradually become blurred in the future. St Beauques
Hey, whose children are those, three or five? Six or seven? There were a few chasing after them, one dragging a large branch of tung flowers, "My horse runs fast! You can't catch up!" Now, raise the branches, chase, shout, the dust rolls with the fragrance of the flowers, the laughter swayes the fragrance of the flowers, and drifts away...
When the flowers bloom, I will see you, there is no appointment, no appointment, you bloom in April , also opened in the depths of memory.