Shallow drunk in the spring breeze

In the young March, the light wind with the color of peach blossoms slowly blowing over, blowing over, let the world dodge, let everything dodge, the world's heartbeat accelerated, the heartbeat of everything accelerated, the dormant winter earth slowly awakened, sleepy dreams gradually be awakened, awake happy suddenly be ignited. The once withered and weary heart added a hundredfold ambition, everything willingly give everything to the spring doodle, painted red on red, painted green the green, leaning on the shoulders of spring, not afraid to lose the claim. I also simply delivered myself to the spring breeze punctuation, the sea of ripples has been running forward, touching the other side of the hope, so I and everything along with the spring has a vigorous vitality.

　　The spring breeze blowing again the grass no longer has an inferiority complex, invited by the spring breeze into the table, how dare to neglect that spring sunshine? The grass will grow, the willow will be drunk, the purple will be fragrant, and the warmth will be clear. This effort is not an invitation to spring. Layer by layer, take off the old clothes of Cinderella, piece by piece, put on the train of the spring girl, for this the world added life, changed the head, changed the face, this is to live up to the obligations and responsibilities of the strong grass. Small, you are not an outsider on the landscape, work hard, do not delay the great youth, that the multitude of a single, is the master of changing the head of the world.

　　The wind has a pair of talking eyes, the spring closed for many days the heart quietly open, her warm ` bright eyes, can through the foolish and reckless, through the memories and the storm, let the world back to a brand new beginning. The slippery cloud, from the south of the spring mountain to the north of the spring mountain, the mountain is still the same mountain, but the scenery is new and new. That slippery person, there from the foot of the spring to the top of the spring, people are still the same, but the deep feelings are more sincere and thick, they take the same pace with the spring renewal, to find all the content of the spring of life.

　　The curling willow leaves are a hundred times more charming, and the painting of the spring river in Jiangnan is once again rendered. Suhang dawn, blue waves like a mirror, that kind of scenery is far from my home. The willows are on the shore, the green hills are in front of my house. When spring passes by the door, the breeze blows gently, the willow silk rolls and flutters, and the unimpressed heart also has a trembling excitement - the original scenery is with you every day. The sun uses the comb of light to carefully comb out the gentle and feminine of the willow, and the warm sunlight filters out the style from the arms, bewitching the swallows through the clouds, bewitching the swimming fish in the water, and bewitching the pair of hairy-eyed ducks on the spring water. Is the willow a messenger to summon the spring breeze? Yes. Is the man a messenger of spring? It's really hard to say. People's understanding of spring is not as sincere, sensitive, and thorough as things' understanding of spring, because things have no selfishness and their emotions come from instinct. What about people? Malicious intentions, emotions from the subjective.

　　The sultry flowers, fancy flowers opened, to some smear, dressed up the world. The birds, and the style of the song, disrupt the beat of the singer. "The spring rain, green willows by the river, red apricot flowers in front of the village, this is life singing, this is the seeds sprouting ......" That child's simple song inspired the persistence and diligence of the spring rain, washing away the dust of the past summer, taking away the grievances of the past autumn, and soothing the scribbles of the past winter. The spring breeze strives to give out warmth, forcing colors out of the earth, forcing fragrance out of the land. The world just stepped into adolescence overnight ......

　　Do not believe, shut into a small building into a unified, regardless of spring, summer and autumn, and winter. If you are bent on doing what you want, it is too confusing, you are destined to be a loser. Spring is spring, no spring flower comes in autumn, and no spring light comes in a bountiful year. Spring is the power of hope, to give this hundred holes in the world to reduce the burden, she is the builder of the world, but also the world's renovator. Start with the spring, give it a companion, and do not believe too much in the rumors of predestination. Be positive, stand at the starting line of spring, and be positive is the source and end of victory.

　　A friend from afar says a life that knows spring is cleaner, purer, and fuller to live out the splendor of life. I think that: for people who can taste the spring in the spring breeze, life will be more bright.