Wind, gently blowing through

　　First of all, there is no feeling of wind, only the sun is very soft, not soft, but soft and clear. And then there is the full view is very good, whether it is peach red, plum white, cauliflower yellow, are red to delicate, white to elegant, yellow to luxurious. In short, a color rich in life and vitality. I do not know when the wind came, before us, or with us unexpectedly. I just felt that after turning a hill and stepping into this pass, there was something soft, soft, and cool, gently touching my face, neck, forehead, and hair. Fix your mind to feel, only to find that it is the wind, a not too tight not too small not too hot not too cold wind, gently blowing past us, the movement is delicate and gentle. If you close your eyes, you will think that it was the first kiss of your lover when you first fell in love, wandering around your lips or certain locations on your face, a few shy, a few timid, and a bit as if.

　　I know that this wind has a beautiful name, called the spring breeze. However, I always think that the wind I encountered today is not as simple as adding a word to express the season before the wind. The flow is only its appearance, not its heart. It is like the clothes we usually wear or the figure we walk. What we are thinking, what we are happy and sad about, is not known to anyone, even to a confidant. I am wondering if this is the south wind that Tagore touched. It blew one's hair, whispered in our ears, made the tree branches rustle and sing with delight, and gently stirred up the longings of men and women that were hidden inside. But the shallow hills and flat fields before us were not the seas and the sound of the waves in the ocean. This finally made me suspicious. Perhaps it was more like the breeze experienced by Prussian, that soft, warm, calm wind. It makes the leaves on the trees dance, the dew on the leaves shine, or makes it easier for the beetles that are rushing to the wedding ball to fly. If so, then the wind must carry more and more than what we feel.

　　I began to pay attention to the wind's intention. I believe that the wind's heart must be hidden behind it, and we need to feel it with our hearts, just like interpreting a passerby who walks past us. I believe that the wind must have some kind of appointment with me, in this season of change and mystery, it carries some kind of mission. It came to tell me something. I noticed the peach blossoms and their subtle relationship with these. The peach trees were bare, with sloping branches, strong and upright, not like living things, but more like a painter's brush. The red and white peach blossoms, in clumps and clusters, are more like paper cutouts pasted on the branches than living creatures growing out of the tree's knots. You can conclude that if there is no wind, the trees and flowers stand quietly on the hill, and just observe, either up close or from a distance, you will be more associated with an artificial ornament. This kind of ornament my wife had bought, the branches and trunk are plastic, and there is no life. However, after the production, it will be arbitrarily formed into a variety of simulations, or peach and plum, or plum orchids, or vines and bamboo. Branches, leaves, and petals, all lifelike, inserted in the living room vase, almost can be confused with the real. But, again true, that there is no fragrance, let alone evoke life.

　　With the wind, it's different. Although the wind is not big enough to blow the branches of the peach tree, it can move the petals. Just see the wind blowing gently, the petals will be some slight trembling, I do not know whether it is trembling, or rejoicing. Some of the petals could not stand the loneliness and broke away from the branches, fluttering in the wind like a kite, turning a few circles and floating down to the ground leisurely. However, at this time, you feel not a fading, decay, elegy, but the metabolism of life, a lively and hope. The buds are a different story. They originally had some shyness, tightly tucking their heads into their necks, as if afraid to face the world of a hundred flowers. When the wind blew gently, it suddenly opened its drowsy eyes and stared at the complex and changing world. The peach tree and the peach blossoms are rich in the sense of life and become vivid, and they are full of their charm. At this point, you realize that it is the wind that is lighting up the beauty of the life of the peach blossoms.

　　Of course, the most vivid is the cauliflower. The cauliflower is not as simple and spontaneous as the peach blossom. Cauliflower is with a huge family to come, as vast as the sea, hanging, so people feel a pile of heavy. At this point, I found that there is a degree of flower beauty. Once again, once the beauty of things repeatedly overlaps, stacked, it will make the beauty of the index diminished. For example, the cauliflower in front of you. The good thing is that there is wind. The wind blows gently, there are leaves, petals are falling, and there is also a fragrance floating. However, these are not the main thing. These faint flows of life seem to be easily drowned out by this heavy floral affair. The main thing is the bees, flower butterflies, and margin min, the spirits that come along with the wind. First, the bees and flower butterflies rise and fall in this sea of cauliflowers, calling and buzzing like a myriad of impalpable excitement. Seeing this, the fellow lovers in love with the edge of the Min exclaimed good beautiful ah, they rushed to take out their cell phones, open the photo window, and tiptoe, close to the cauliflower field. The company also ignored our presence, regardless of the dew on the ridge wet shoes, and pants, but also ignored the golden pollen all over the body, just click click click click. The boyfriend was afraid that she would fall, so he rushed over to hold her hand, but she leaned into his arms and gave him a soft, passionate kiss. In this way, when the wind blows gently, people and things seem to be drunk into the flowers. I think, if there is no wind, this spring will how stiff.