The April monsoon wind blew away the dust and smoke, bypassing the narrow alleys, and a ray of slanting sun shone through the branches and into my heart. Looking up, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the wind and the sun are warm; Low eyebrows, green grass, green willows; I really want to cut a period of time, keep the rolling annual rings, and let all the beautiful moments stay in this spring breeze, the most beautiful April day in the world.

Fragrant April day, the breeze passes, the catkins on the riverside are flying, the blue water is rippling, the warblers are singing and dancing, and the flowers are vying for beauty. Standing in the green shade of the embankment, touch a trace of new green, fold a willow branch, copy a poem that has come in spring, knead thousands of heart words into the words, look back on the past, linger in memories, and want to support the sound of the breeze.

The years are like water, going around and around, climbing the west building to look at the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the wind has passed to my heart...... The drizzle is like smoke, the breeze is light and the flowers are gorgeous, and the river is as green as blue in spring......

April is like a song, picking a willow leaf and putting it lightly on the lips, blowing my long thoughts, a river of spring water, reflecting my shadow, people walking by the river, fish swimming in the water, like a beautiful picture, amazing time, gentle years.

The years are quiet, the breeze is drunk with the moon, wandering in the silver moonlight, the willow tips on the moon, and the fragrance of flowers in the courtyard is overflowing. Boiled tea with spring water, warmed a pot of old wine, took advantage of the night, took advantage of the old age, made an appointment with three or five friends, sat in the spring breeze of Hexun, talked about writing and writing, chatting about the wind and snow, drinking slowly, and talking about the year like water.

Hurried years, spring has deepened, memory withered in the wind, only remember the brightness of spring, ignore the forest flowers thank the spring red, too hurried. Lower eyebrows, leaning over, picking up a falling flower, carefully treasured in the book, although this move can not treasure the whole spring, but this is the best way, at least, in my memory, this season's spring, I have seen it, there is no regret.

In a person's life, there are always many worries and shortcomings, and everything cannot be perfect.

Walking slowly on the red dust mo, the scenery I have seen is prosaic and wonderful. Wandering in the mountains and rivers in April, the grass and trees are verdant and the water is murmuring, and the peach and willow green scenery is added.

Walking on the Mo in April, there is occasionally a light breeze, passing shallowly between my eyebrows, and the heart lake will be filled with waves.

Ten miles of spring breeze, flowers and birds, refreshing and pleasant, looking for a paradise of the soul, indulging in the mountains and rivers, looking down on the clouds and clouds, flowers blooming, picking a bunch of warm sun, driving away the coolness of the world, giving the heart a warmth, a tranquility, no longer disturbed by the red dust and mundane things.

What often disturbs people's minds is a love word, and now I no longer talk about sorrow and farewell, no longer confide in the deep affection, just let myself be happy and bright every day. Because I know that no matter whether I am happy or sad, it is the same day, and life is short, so why don't I spend every day of my life happily.

It is not only the beautiful scenery that makes people smile, but also the pleasant mood. In the dream, the mountains and clear waters, waking up are fragrant with flowers, there is occasionally a warm breeze in the ears, and there are green leaves swaying in the wind on the branches......

Splashing ink, I want to depict this full of spring colors on the white plain paper, so that those most beautiful scenery, those most wonderful moments, forever fixed in this spring breeze ten miles, the most beautiful April day in the world, treasured in the depths of memory, to be remembered in the future, and then come to appreciate and slowly recall.