It's the season of smoke and rain again, the soft wind, and the wet rain linger in the eyes. A lilac flower umbrella in the drizzle, the rain drifts to the umbrella surface, the thin sound, condensed into a trickle, dripping, gradually into the heart, a deep hidden story in the happy field, only in an instant, then drunk in their own fairy tale......

A cut of the spring breeze, a curtain of drizzle, a piece of acacia, through time and space into poetry and painting. Looking forward to having a flowery encounter with you in the peach and willow green.

Twist a flower to bloom, take a willow green, stand on the bank of the willow with green grass and fluff, and wait for you to fulfill the promise. In the light smoke of the swaying light, two swallows chirped under the eaves, and then, one after the other, they went into the old nest, muttering, you peck my head, I peck your mouth, as if pouring out the joy of going home. The weeping willow in front of the door, shaking the soft waist in the warm breeze, a butterfly dances lightly, I don't know whether it is tired of dancing, or the tender yellow hairy dog on the willow branch attracts her, and falls on it for a long time, the willow branch shakes gently, she trembles lightly, like a butterfly play spring willow picture! A song of spring soft warmth, softly chanted in the picture, calling a gust of spring breeze and drizzle.

Quietly immerse yourself in the poetic time, and quietly listen to the sound of spring drifting from afar. In a trance, you fold a yellow willow and insert it in your hair, three or four goose-yellow hairy dogs, gently swaying and charming in your hair, and the beauty of the first meeting of the heart is like a lotus, and it is kneaded into a faint fragrance, lingering around you and me.

The ferry of the passing year, you are located in the pond full of pink lotus flowers, a song of flute, tactful and melodious, such as the splashing of the spring, like a hundred birds chanting, and just like a group of flowers competing for beauty, the sound of the rain is dashing. The sound of the flute rippled in the pool with the faint fragrance of lotus, and gradually disappeared, and finally there was nothing......

Just because I have taken one more look at you, I have gone through the millennium of my soul and have no regrets. That summer, you used a lotus leaf to write poems for me, and the beautiful verses were as elegant as lotus, which made my lonely years beautiful; That autumn, I made a dream dress out of a few maple leaves, and in each leaf, it was painted with the smell of acacia, and then sent it to you. You say that this garment warms you all the late autumn; That winter, we walked in the crystal of the first snow, you broke a green cypress branch, painted a picture of spring flowers on the white snow, you said, we meet in spring. Then you pressed your right hand into the picture, and I looked at the clear handprint, and put one of my hands on it, and in the overlapping palm prints, it fell into the warm winter sun, which warmed the cold years.

Opening the folded memory, countless nights in the dead of night, I measured the distance of a first snow with my fingertips, to a peach blossom, weaving the fragrance of happiness in the half-bent moonlight......

We walked on the fragrant path of the flower path, picking up the fragrance of flowers, and listening to the murmur of new greenery. We compose the same movement of the spring breeze, wade through the ripples of the spring water, and gently chant the poetry of the spring rain. The new green under the feet extends, the butterflies dance in the eyes, and a cluster of spring flowers bloom with spring light. A few elegant white clouds in the sky, free rolls, and a group of swallows chirping awakened the lintel of the years. I only hope that this moment will invite you to a romantic and complete spring flower, and then, sow a seed of love in the spring soil, let it germinate and grow together with dewdrops, green grass and flowers, and bloom a faint purple feeling.

Spring has come, the geese have returned, but you have not come to the appointment, and the arc has not been able to complete because of the lack of a spring. Under that palm print is already a puddle of spring water, interpreting another spring.

In this spring, I spread out a piece of plain paper and painted a pair of plain hands holding hands, paying tribute to the beautiful meeting that has never passed away in my heart.

I keep a room in my heart for the stories of old age. Then use a warm hand to pick up the corner of the spring breeze's clothes, draw a good wish on it, draw a beautiful eyebrow, draw a shallow smile, draw a soft and sweet love like a marshmallow, and then, wait for the spring breeze to send the fragrance of peach blossoms, and then, wait for you to pass by again......