This year's spring seems to come earlier than ever before.
I feel lazy lying in my room, a swallow suddenly stopped on the railing. His companions, perhaps it is served and then two swallows came. They turn light body, sing a song. I know that spring is coming.
So, how to see outside?
A few years ago a plant trees, has been full of the whole garden. Is not my words not accurate, the approximate to a flower trees, peripheral has taken on a rose red, very neatly arranged beside the young trees. As if all the garden was bathed in the romantic in the red. But my eyes there are many bees busy flying saw, also listen to hum to them. These careless little guys long time no see, even you spend these trees as a wrong? Leaned over to see a collective punishment with a strain, bursting with thriving vitality. But there are very few colors, especially prominent is yellow and white.
In the red sea, in a few slightly higher banyan tree. Rain and sunshine as one of the big banyan tree branches, zhizhi prolapse, into the ground to take root. So many branches in the straw, the absorption of the earth mother to grant them the continuation of life, it is the spring rain elves, render the dedication of his own. "The wind into night, moistens everything silently". And the shining yellow goes.
As for white, is really a flower, but the flowers are not like out from which the lush foliage, and fall like the lotus flower petals fibrillation. Bunch of bunch of laying down. Leaf like drops of water. The stars of small white flowers and beating up and down in the leaf, the pentium.
Then is with green, spring-like seasons of pine, color lighter osmanthus, and refute the bamboo leaves, and complex, the distance is rare with green, along the arc is growing. The green is different, next to them, regardless of you and me, scrambling to show their youth. Quite some shake day of shock. But team large enough, a few clusters of deep bamboo blocking their way. The odd thing is that almost all the trees is toward the bottom, like to come out of the thick fog is their spray.
Spring is the most don't worry about the color of the season, and was probably created by the flowers. Carry hundreds of little flower in the grass, like red, each flower were burning like a flame. Her honey haired yellow flower seems to be more beautiful, whether a lazy autumn forget away it this dress? The lawn also give the green. How beautiful! Purplish red, white, sky blue, not well-known, well-known land full of, like the stars in the sky, in the breeze blinks to me. Even in the vegetable rape also ushered in the spring. On elm launched a raid new pleated folds. Willows drew up a little bit of buds. I walk path, and in the spring, you left a string of singing in my head.
The rain has stopped, the fragrance of the soil in flying apart in the field. Rivers flow shallowly, the voice of joy filled the air.
Let's make a grateful heart spring, string into a bud, dedicated to the spring.