The season of love
The sun warm, gently touching the earth. The warm spring breeze, the recovery of all things, by rendering the green. In the spring of the green dead twigs and withered leaves are rounded up, pin out.
Green Bay thousand mountains, there is a jade like pond, the pond reflects the green light. The pool of diversiform fish free gathering in crowds and groups, happy to swim. Occasionally, a fish out of water, spit out blisters, blisters and cracked, Dangqi ripples. The breeze is blowing, blown off in the shore willow branches, floating in a pool. Carefully watch water branches, sometimes you will be pleasantly surprised discovery of deadwood on the panic of the ant ant, who seems to look in the direction, it seems in the vast blue driving runaway leaf small boat confusion to the beauty of the shore. Around the pond, weeping willows, soft branches touching the water, the spring breeze comes, branches swaying, graceful dance. The students read aloud, softly essay, eternal topic, carefully explore life. Trees, birds jumping up and down, song lingered in the air, c’mon c’mon, dripping demonstrate a their best, they seem to know spring fleeting, bitter to taste as the taste of spring.
Along the stone steps at the side of the pond to walk to the platform, will find many Platanus trees lush trees, silver white trunks tall stalwart, the baptism of wind and rain, making these two buttonwood tree grow more resilient and robust, can hold up a piece of blue sky. Look, a few pieces of thick the buttonwood tree clings, a single thin redbud tree free stretch open branches, tiny flowers hangs full branch. Close your eyes, gently inhale, and it will sniff out wisps of light fragrance.
Across the platform, a winding coil winding stone path, partly hidden and partly visible in the shade. Lanes, fangcaoqiqi, all kinds of flowers bloom, a riot of colours, love. Unconsciously will squat body, quietly watching, gently breathing the fragrance of various flowers. But dare not touch, because it will damage the delicate heart, the noble and sacred blasphemy.
Curved mountain, whirling. Down the mountain to move suddenly the sky ablaze, in front of the stands two hill, hill between revealed a small piece of the sky. In the sky, a west sun issued a brilliant light, the sky is red. The front of the two hills, there is a large piece of flat land, flat on the kind of full of peach, peach tree full of peach trees, in the sunset glow shine, peach spread on the a thin layer of gold.
This appears to surprise, removes all thoughts of your heart, heart suddenly empty as bright as a mirror. If the heart has a trace of clouds, to see everything here, the silk clouds were immediately dispersed. Also you a piece of blue and bright day.
Awe, slowly close to this piece of peach trees. The sun shines is gone, the peach forest faded that a golden, true self in front of. It was dark, empty at the foot of the mountain, peach blossom bright. Cool breeze, strong, blown petals. Flowers blossom and fall, patches of pink flying, in the immediate Huanhua out a colorful world, so have a kimono wearing bright beauty in the clump of blossoms dancing. I remembered Lu Weng’s “plum”: “the divination operator station outside the bridge side, a lonely orphan. Has been the evening alone, the wind and rain. Energy-saving, one Qunfang jealous. Grind to dust scattered into the mud, only as incense.” This is how sad feelings and helpless?
The scenery was dim, dim, wind whistling blowing, cool and ooze. Quickly back home, feel what the head seems to be, hand, falling down a piece of peach petals, and quickly caught with the hand, holding in the palm of the hand, dull, and put it gently in the “Muslim funeral”. “The deep taste of the past, when to cherish the epigenetic component” of this sentence.
The season of love