It's rare to have such beautiful weather during the season. The www.biquge.info wind is soft, the willows are soft, the grass grows quietly, and the flowers bloom quietly. The air is filled with the smell of sunshine, the smell of grass, the smell of flowers, as long as you are willing to put your heart at ease, you will definitely taste a taste of happiness.

The spring flowers are blooming, and Yan'er is rushing back from afar to go to this spring feast. The green water surrounds people's homes, the swallows wear willows, and they leave a few grains of Wu Yi's soft words, and the sound of broken thoughts. Liu Yun Qingyin, smooth the folds on your heart, and make you stunned there. Even if the heart lake is rippling, I catch a few wisps of thought, a few wisps of joy, and the corners of my eyes and eyebrows are overjoyed.

The flowers live up to the flow of the year, and bloom again in spring. Turn the hidden heart into a shy branch, smile in the wind, and shine like a sea of flowers. Such as the glow, such as snow, such as fire, clusters of flowers, dark incense flowing. Bees fly and butterflies dance, and willows and swallows pierce the air. In such a spring and fragrant season, cut a good time and talk to the flowers. The world only sighs that the spring is short, and the spring flowers are quiet and the days are long. And I finally faded the sorrow of the passing years, and with a light state of mind, I quietly enjoyed the spring flowers.

I like to dress up myself carefully and take pictures in red clothes in the willow green and red season. In the footage over the years, I don't know how many of my smiles have been frozen, as if I want to destroy the Internet group, and shoot all the spring in the world. Then the inscription "Peach Blossoms Still Smile in the Spring Breeze" and "Willow Green Peach and Another Spring" are inscribed, and they are stored in the space album. Now, the spring flowers are blooming again, and the person who likes to take pictures for me the most is in other places, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to catch up with this spring flower feast.

When the spring flowers bloom, I can always think of the poem: "There are flowers that can be broken straight and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers and empty branches." "Flowers live up to the passing years, spring blooms spontaneously, and can people who appreciate flowers understand the language of flowers? At this time, no one took pictures of my red shirt, but I was willing to take pictures of the flowers, thinking that this would live up to the faces of those flowers. Shoot horizontally and vertically, change various angles and postures, and shoot the smile of the flowers. In the favorite shot, take a single spring, or only one or two, or bloom alone or with buds. This requires an aesthetic element that captures the poetic fragrance of the lens.

Among the flowers, Peach Blossom is a beautiful girl and a bride to be married. With spring noodles and charming smiles, he came from the mediocre of the Book of Poetry. "The peach is dying, scorching its flower", how many literati and scholars have been drunk with the spring heart, and they are willing to put the lamp in the wind for it, and show the propaganda and research ink for it! The peach blossoms on the faces of the people in the capital Nanzhuang have laughed at the spring breeze for thousands of years, is it the frustration or pride of the scholar who laughs at it?

If the flower is beautiful, it should be an apricot blossom. "Half of the red apricot leans on the clouds", the fireworks, is the ignited enthusiasm of youth, and "a branch of red apricots out of the wall" is the one that is not restless, the branch that is slanted out of the side, lively and lovely, teasing your feelings, cutting and untidy, and you can't stop.

Cherry blossoms are the perfect combination of innocence and romance. Lively but not indulgent, romantic but not distorted and pure. When the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, I always think of the Japanese song "Cherry Blossom Love". Cherry blossoms have a story, and the longing and concern in this story are engraved in the heart, engraved in the passing years, and become the constant watch and waiting in the season.

Pear blossoms are the cold and glamorous posture in the flowers, and the rain flowers bloom like snow white. In "Song of Long Hatred", there is "a branch of pear blossoms with rain in spring", and the delicate and beautiful dripping of that branch must be at dusk after the rain in order to deeply taste the cold fragrance and condense the words, in order to touch the soul of the flower. For this reason, I also searched for words and sentences obsessively, and wrote a poem for pear blossoms: a branch of pear blossoms with dew, cold fragrance and quiet beauty. Tell the group to be jealous, and the snow spirit and ice soul will come to earth.

In life, how much spare time, pay for this spring flower language, obsessively admired, entangled in wisps. Mo Xiao is obsessed with flowers, just because he cherishes the spring in front of him. When flowers bloom in a season, someone has to appreciate them. Those flowers, blooming and falling in my lens, are worth it. Don't think about the flowers in the Grand View Garden, "Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people don't know." "I just regret to take the branches, the flowers are pretty, the flowers are fragrant, the flowers are fragrant, the soul is held, and the flowers are fragrant. If the flower is good, it will be sunny.

The autumn breeze is slightly cool, and the migratory birds that have migrated early have gone to explore the way ahead, and sometimes there are yellow leaves hovering and falling overhead. Whenever the seasons alternate, there will always be a lot of unwarranted feelings in my heart. Looking up at the fallen leaves whirling and dancing in the thin wind, I can't help but have a lot of thoughts.

Is the departure of the leaves because of the pursuit of the wind or the untendencies of the tree? I know that those fallen leaves, they can't change their fate, the so-called fallen leaves return to their roots, that's their fate, don't have to struggle, don't have to be afraid, they fly to their heart's content, they walk together, in fact, they are not alone. Everything in the world, in the dark, God has its own arrangement, and no one has a place to change. If on the road of wind and rain, two leaves are attached to each other, and they will accompany each other for a lifetime, never abandon, how can this not be a kind of happiness?

Autumn comes, the wind rises, and the leaves fall. The days are still in order, life still has to move forward, the sun is new every day, the seasons change without any prompting, the mountains and rivers are years old, the grass and trees are withered, everything has its own fixed number, everything has its own trajectory, and people are no exception.

Day after day, time boils rain, years sew flowers, this season's summer, I haven't had time to sort out my messy thoughts, I haven't seriously written the poems that belong to July, I haven't had time to go to the distance I have always wanted to reach, and there are many things I haven't had time to do well, and time reached out and dragged me into the gate of August, and my July ended without a problem.

I vaguely remember that this long summer, I quietly hid in the back of time and was decadent alone, doing nothing, not wanting to write, not wanting to read, passing away like grass growing and flying, and dreams seemed to break their wings. In the flowing water, I don't cry or make trouble, watching the time leave me day after day, knowing that this red dust is rolling, the sea of people is vast, and everything has its own arrangements. I'm not an immortal with boundless mana, nor am I a monster with special functions, I'm just an ordinary man, and I can't understand the mystery of fate, I can't grasp fate, I can't hold the future, I just want to live plainly, it's already good. The universe is so big, and every life is lonely. In fact, I am just a speck of dust, floating like a dream, and waking up empty.

Maybe she is a cool woman in her bones, she has always walked lightly like this, walking lightly in the time, looking at the sun and wind shadows, just like the passing years, upright and leisurely, there is a quiet beauty of peace. Everything that fate has arranged is not for you to compete with, and following cause and effect is the best practice in this life. Silently watching the summer go to the depths of autumn, I actually forgot about myself. (To be continued.) )