The train arrived at Nenjiang Station a little late, and it was already 1:40 p.m. As soon as I got off the train, I couldn't help but shiver at a cold wind, and the weather in May was still a little cool.

I subconsciously raised my eyes to look at the sky, but the sun was bright and warm.

"Grandpa, we're here!" Hearing my niece and niece calling, I walked out of the station with my luggage.

"Let's go, if you don't go home, let's go to the farm first." We drove out into the countryside.

I haven't been here for several years to feel the spring of Nenjiang, in fact, the spring of Nenjiang comes very late, but it is more charming than the spring in Guanli, and has another color; During this season, the daily climate change and the temperature difference between day and night are large, and the cold and warm are the most unstable and windy. As Wang Anshi wrote in the poem: The spring breeze is sometimes good, and the spring breeze is sometimes evil.

Through the car window, I vaguely seemed to see the face of spring, and the mountains in the distance were rolling and turning green. The grass on the nearby hillside also crept out of the ground, and it was tender and green. Patches, clusters, dotted the steep slopes. The trees on the hillside are also quietly pulling out new branches and growing tender green shoots. The branches of the willow tree hang downward, like threads hanging from the tree. The small yellow leaves are like petals tied on a thread. The poplar trees bloomed, and these flowers were purple red in bunches, and their bodies were covered with very soft little hairs, like caterpillars hanging on the branches. The mountain peach blossoms are spreading their petals, the apricot blossoms are on the branches, and the pear blossoms are also competing for beauty.

We walked through the hills, crossed the fields, and came to Nenjiang Farm Park. The frost in the lake has melted, and the crystal clear water shimmers golden in the light of the slanting sun. Standing on the pavilion in the middle of the lake, I could almost hear the footsteps of spring, all of which reported the arrival of spring, and my mind drifted out, floating to the bright flowers, floating to the green grass. The red kapok, the pink peony flowers, and the white jade moon flowers are blooming; The plane tree next to the road is also full of pink and white trumpet flowers.

After dinner, we sat by the Nenjiang River, where the bright moonlight decorated the night sky of spring and also decorated the earth. The night sky is like an endless transparent river, quiet, vast and mysterious. The dense stars, like small sparks rippling in the river, shimmer and sparkle, dancing with tiny points of light. Fields, villages, trees, in quiet sleep, draped in silver veil. The riverside park is full of lights, singing and dancing, and lively.

Ah, I feel the spring of Nenjiang again!