Spring, which has been dormant for a year, comes as scheduled, full of poetry and fragrance. I like to see the beautiful scenery of spring flowers, but I have been busy enjoying flowers and spring. I can't see the beautiful scenery of spring water lapping the shore and peach blossoms welcoming guests, and I can't appreciate the beauty of spring flowers.
Year after year, winter goes and spring comes, and time is fine. Another year of peach blossom, the story of time is hidden among the flowers, and the leaves carry fleeting whispers. Looking back suddenly, life has gone through half a lifetime. In those days, rain or shine, from ignorance to maturity and wisdom, my mood began to become open-minded.
In April, the beauty was in Qingming, Grain Rain. The frost and snow in the Qingming Festival have gone without a trace, and the world is suddenly enlightened, and people's mood is also cheerful. Even if some light rain wets people's hair, it also adds the charm of the season and the atmosphere of interaction between man and nature. When it rains and sunny, the sky will become clearer than ever before, and trees and crops are also indescribable ethereal, making people feel that they are living in charming poems and paintings. Grain Rain is coming, the warm wind is blowing on the face, and everything is full of growth power. Whether it is weeds or seedlings, whether it is poultry and livestock or people themselves, generate shows great passion and vitality in the singing of birds.
5. April's light footsteps, through the gentle rain, in the smiling face, the willow branches are green and the grass is growing. In the melody of spring, just like a gentle and lovely lady, she is shy when she wants to talk, and her graceful dancing and soft breath bring us youthful and hazy reverie.
In June and April, Mu Feng, an empty mountain condensed clouds. Wandering around with friends, overlooking the castle peak outside the building, the sunset crowning on its top, the bright sunshine boiling with blood, covering the nearby Bai Cui, showing its color: it is like a peerless dancer, drunk with peach blossoms, blurred eyes and beautiful mouth.
April fell in love with the land of March, but it was too far away from her. When the sadness he misses flows into a river, it will rain and blow the peach blossom wind. April wind blows and kisses our faces and gently shakes our hearts; April clouds, hiding in the starry sky, silently bear the eternal attachment of you and me.
8. In April this year, when Mercury's retrograde haze was swept away, spring really began. Mars plays happily in Gemini, and Uranus is on the right track in Taurus. If you start a relationship this spring, it will be full of romance and blessings from Neptune. At the same time, you will have childlike innocence, jump instinctively and fall in love madly.
9. Either you have a temper like pepper. Or layered like cabbage. Or have a heart like a lotus root. But I can't! I'm like a crutch, going straight and not beating around the bush. One is one, one is two. See you in March, and hello in April!
10. April is the most beautiful day in the world. April of the old calendar has arrived in early summer, so there are plums, early lotus and fireflies; Today, April is still in late spring. When you cherish time and love, seize the spring. Goodbye, March, hello, April, April on earth, let's start a new month's good wishes.
1 1. April in my hometown is a busy season, a season of cultivating and spreading hope. Father drives cattle, and the old plow turns over the land that has been silent for a winter, like opening an altar of wine in the cellar. What comes to my face is the smell of newly turned soil, which is neither fragrant nor fragrant, but it is really intoxicating and makes people think.
12. April is a beautiful girl who can't walk away. She smiled and made an elegant gesture. She brought flowers and birds all the way. April is beautiful and colorful. It's drizzling and beautiful in spring in full of green. Too beautiful to control, nowhere to hide!
13. "The clothes are not wet, the apricot blossoms are raining, and the blowing surface is not cold." April rain, smooth as crisp, light and elegant, like an old cellar, poured into my brilliant days and infiltrated into your sweet vision. April wind, warm and gentle, warm and smooth, caresses your smiling face like a girl's delicate hands and stirs my youthful heart.
14. Knock on the door of spring, and April floats around like a shy girl. The cold winter went away with the thawed running water, and the cold north wind calmed down and began to sleep. Small pear blossoms are full of branches, peach blossoms are red, rape blossoms are yellow, and willows are green. On the snow-covered land, patches of green spread beside brown hay. In the warm sunshine in April, the children showed warm smiles.
15. The horn of April has sounded, and we are bathed in the warm spring breeze. Do you remember such a figure? He is just a drop of water, but it moistens the earth; He is just a ray of sunshine in winter, but it warms people's hearts; He is just a grain, but it breeds useful life; He is just a small screw, but he has propped up the backbone of spiritual civilization. He is Lei Feng.
16. April day on earth bears the vicissitudes of years and also the poetic heart. In fact, it doesn't matter what kind of spring April is. What is important is that April is the season when I was born. Those poems flowing from the heart, like fog, like dreams, like the wind, have already spread out into a winding heart. Looking back, I find that the pain and sadness in my life have long been hidden. As a result, there is a little sadness and melancholy in my words. So, in the spring when peach blossoms are in full bloom, I put my long-cherished wish and longing for life into my bag.
17. April flowers bloom quietly, quietly. Compared with their first buds, they seem to have a lot of amorous feelings, such as mature women, charming but not coquettish, rich inner romance and implicature, and really cute.
18. In April, the flowers are blooming, the willows are graceful, the mountains are green and the grass is everywhere. In April, I miss the wind, spring is full, and the colorful season is slightly sad. I miss growing lush in the spring of April, beating the heartache that I can't peel off.
19. April, still with a chill. The wind is blowing, catkins are flying, like graceful flying butterflies, spinning in a small golden halo, falling lightly between the eyebrows and the palm of your hand. I am at a loss, a little sad, and it is the season of catkins flying again.
April is always a magical season. The flowers are so colorful that I can't wait to dress up the world as a pink bride. Dead trees have sprouted, full of green. On the edge of the pond, frogs croak and noisy insects chirp in the grass. On such a grand festival, they seem to be playing a happy symphony.