Whenever the ice and snow melted the cold, the soft hand returned to the winter, the hanging sash welcomed the spring breeze, the hand of the season rubbed the branches of the willow tree, the warm current washed the green water, and the beautiful scenery decorated the peaks. As soon as these scenes appeared, people realized that spring had come. Spring had really come. The chirping of birds cheered up time and space, and the cold wind that blew on the face woke up the sleeping dream. The arrival of spring heralded the revival of all life.
The first thing that gave us the information about the revival of all things should be the softness of the willow branches. Then, the branches turned green, emitting a faint green color. Then, the leaf buds on the branches grew from small to large, and small leaves gradually grew out, like sharp rice grains. Then, the leaf buds spread out and grew into leaves. And I often think that only when you look out and see that the mountains and plains are dotted with green, can it be considered as the true arrival of spring. Spring should be green in my heart, because green is the beginning of everything, and also the first color of spring in the garden. This included the tall pine trees and cypresses that were covered with snow in winter. They were also an extension of the green season. It was nothing more than a declaration to people that although winter had come, spring would not disappear forever and would soon come again. Therefore, the green of the pines and cypresses under the snow was the eternal color of the season and the first warning of the arrival of the next spring.
The green of spring indicated the new and told the story of the new. This was because all of this novelty started from the first touch of new green, the first touch of new green, the first touch of new green that did not attract much attention. This new green had arrived silently, from the initial green in front of the house to the slope, the river bank, the valley, the bottom of the stream, until the whole fresh green had joined together. That was why people were suddenly shocked by their own discovery, as if they had suddenly woken up. It was all green. It was new green, refreshing green, intoxicating green, and yearning green. But it was only yearning. Not many people paid much attention to Green. Because no one would notice that the green was the first to appear and the last to appear. Because Green never made a loud noise. It would always walk silently into thousands of households, into the mountains, into the dense forests, and through any place. This included the most barren and desolate beach and barren hills. As long as the wind could reach, there would always be endless green scenery. Green had always silently made promises to time, protecting the deep feelings of spring, and at the same time, protecting her own loneliness and wishes.
If you observed carefully, you would find that when the green leaves were not very deep and dense, there was still a faint yellow, a tender yellow. One would find that there was always a flower bud in the middle of three or four small leaves. The leaves always appeared before the buds. It was also from this moment that some romantic boys and girls would step forward, lower their heads, bend down, pick up the branches, pick up the vines, sniff deeply, and kiss without emotion. They would reluctantly raise their heads and straighten their backs, saying with a long aftertaste," It smells so good." Even though there was no smell. Moreover, he would sigh with emotion. Spring had come. Spring had really come. It was as if spring had just arrived, as if the buds waiting to bloom were the messengers of spring. Ye didn't confess or resist. He continued to silently purify the clear sky in his soul. He remembered his silent promise to time and his devotion to the seasons. He continued to shield the flower bud from the sun and the rain. Ye's goal was very clear. It was for the day when the colorful flowers would bloom and become sacred.
In my memory, it was probably after a gentle and affectionate drizzle. He didn't know if this spring rain was graceful and restrained, or if this spring rain was tactful and romantic, or if this spring rain was chasing the favor and pity of the passing years. Anyway, after a passionate and romantic spring rain, from the bottom of the slope to the barren beach, from the peak to the bottom of the valley, and then to the shore beside the dike, the green became even greener. The verdant grass was almost blown off the peak by the wind and poured into the river from the shore. That was indeed the case. At this time, the streams, streams, and rivers were all floating in a green color, floating silently. Traceless green---The tender green dyed the ends of the earth. Wherever the wind could reach, the green could also be taken care of. After the new green, the new green, you will find that a new situation will appear and be destroyed under the contrast of the blue sky and the white clouds.
The first was the blooming of peach blossoms, followed by the blooming of apricot blossoms, and then all kinds of famous and unknown flowers. The ornamental flowers in the garden, the decorative flowers on both sides of the road, and the wildflowers in the fields were all in full bloom. It really opened all over the garden, all over the city and countryside. As a result, bees and butterflies came, and intoxicated tourists came from all directions. For a moment, butterflies flew and bees danced, and tourists were everywhere. It was as if they had to seize the opportunity and take advantage of the fragrance of flowers. No matter who it was, they wanted to enjoy the fragrance of flowers and spring. There were photos, mementos, inscriptions, and calligraphy gifters. The romantic words such as " A blossoming red apricot "," A peach blossom is better than the east wind ", etc., the feelings of nostalgia, and the words of praise were all given to the flowers. Therefore, in people's minds, the beauty of spring was flowers. Therefore, the ancients had a saying of praise: 'The peach blossoms on a human face reflect each other red'. The romance of spring was in the form of flowers, so there was a description of the mood under the moon before the flowers. The scenery of spring was in the form of flowers, so there was also the sound of a spring breeze that suddenly came and thousands of pear trees bloomed. Everything in spring was flowers. The beauty of the flowers could close the moon, and the beauty of the flowers could make one feel love. That was why he felt gratified when he gave roses to someone and left a lingering fragrance in his hand. No one cared. If there weren't so many leaves, if there weren't green, if there weren't the endless green as a background, who could make the flowers so bright? Without the steadiness of Green, who could be romantic enough? If there was no green and intoxication, who could stimulate the passion of flowers? Without the extension and expansion of greenery, who could describe the grace and splendor of flowers? The green leaves were speechless, without the slightest intention to distinguish or resist.
The spring scenery should be the sublimation of the green leaves 'hearts, because only green can hold hands with the four seasons, only green can walk from spring to winter. For the fleeting time that never fades, it adorns the scenery of the four seasons without regrets. The fragrance of the flowers was fleeting, and the colorful flowers would instantly turn red. Who swept the fallen flowers on the road, who picked up the hoe and buried the flowers, and let out sad sounds? The flower season is short, sigh the time is in a hurry, feel the beauty is easy to lose hurt young age. Resentful flowers drifted with the wind, followed by cold flowers on the road, all thoughts turned into nothingness.
The flowers are similar year after year, but the people are different year after year. Time was the same. Almost every year, it was as if they had made an appointment. First, an affectionate rain would destroy thousands of trees and flowers. Then, there was a gentle breeze. The sunny weather lasted for ten days to half a month. Then, it was unknown whether it was the resentment of the green, the helplessness of the season, the favor of time for the leaves, or the fact that God relied on the original arrangement. First, the wind could not stand the feeling of loneliness, that is, the rain could not help but wait. It would always be cloudy and sunny for a few days in a row. It would drizzle, as if it was deliberately showing off the preciousness of the rain, showing off the restraint of the rain, and settling the depth of the green. After the rain, the sky was bluer and higher, and the wind was gentler. However, apart from the snow-like catkins flying in the sky, there was only the residual red of the flowers floating in the wind. Some of them were rolling on the ground and some were swaying in the air. At this moment, it was unknown whether the flowers were lingering with the gentleness of the season, or the season was charming with the gentleness of the wind, or the wind was playing the zither and sheng for its masterpiece. No matter what it was, be it the parting feelings of the broken willows on the Baqiao Bridge, or the hatred of separation in Yangzhou under the twenty-four bridges. They were all the same miserable, sorrowful, and sentimental. Only the leaves were still quietly blocking the sunlight above their heads, trying their best to retain the remaining fragrance of flowers, maintaining the mentality of spring, sprinkling the shade of the trees. As usual, she paid attention to the sadness of the dull crowd and pitied the scene of the flowers falling.
The wind and rain swayed the years, and the years rushed the time. Time had lost the seasons, and the seasons had lost the fragrance of flowers. The arrival of early summer would make the weather gradually hotter. Many of the purple flowers had already stopped showing signs of red. Only a few flowers were still blooming. The most common type was the Chinese rose. Still in full bloom with the yearning of summer, attracting the attention of bees and the confusion of butterflies. People had lost their enthusiasm for flowers in the early spring. The eagerness to admire the flowers had gradually faded away. Occasionally, for some reason, she would suddenly say,'How beautiful, Chinese roses.'
The Chinese roses bloomed once a month, and most of them bloomed at the top of the branches. Red, white, pink, purple, dark red. If it wasn't for the passionate person's cleaning, there would be piles of red under the Chinese roses, covering the empty space under the flowers. At this time of the year, only the Chinese Rose was more stubborn. She was barely able to do anything, almost relying on her own strength. She forcefully fantasized about keeping the prosperity of spring. But in the end, they were always forced to retreat. Then, those who were still unwilling rose again. In the end, he sighed with emotion that the times were different and quietly disappeared. The cycle repeated until the weather turned cold. It was unknown if the Chinese roses no longer had the heart to fight for spring, or if they no longer had the intention to fight for spring, but they quietly retreated. However, the leaves were different. From the tender yellow with the first flower blooming, to the light green, the grand occasion was unprecedented. Then to dark green, tourists gradually disappeared. Then to Qiu Liang, he remained silent, from beginning to end, he held fast to the beginning of spring. To extend the fresh green into the depths of the season. Spring set off the red flowers, summer soaked in the rain, autumn lingering, consistent, no regrets, silent. Until the last moment of their lives, they still clung tightly to the roots of the tree. Turning into soil for next year's new green, offering their bodies for the colorful season of flowers that will come again. He was still persistent in using his tenacious willpower to create new miracles. Just for the beauty of the spring flowers.
From the tender shoots of spring, the leaves began to watch over the flowers, quietly and silently in the wind and rain, never leaving. No matter if the flower placed its enthusiasm on the east wind or entrusted it to the drizzle. Whether it was pleasing the face or secretly promising the moon. Ye never complained. Time passed between his fingers, and the leaves watched the petals. Fleeting years fade away the beauty, the leaves watch the fragrance. The season buried the flowers, and the leaves hid their sorrow in their hearts. The accumulation of melancholy deepened the dark green leaves. It was not for the heartlessness of the flower, nor for the betrayal of the original intention of the flowing water, nor for the evil of the east wind, nor for the thinness of the joy of time, but for the loneliness and frustration of the flower. It had faded away its original green color, and its withered and yellow appearance had turned gray. It was all for the trace of the flower that was hard to find, for the promise from back then. Fight hard, even if you become a muddy soil, you must be determined to create a new magical "colorful, new season" for the coming year.
Because I love your love
Because dreaming your dreams
So I grieve over your sorrow
Happiness, your happiness
Because I passed by your road
Because I suffered more than you
So be happy, your happiness
Chasing after your pursuit
Because I dare not listen to the oath
Because I dare not believe in promises
If the song 'Hand in Hand' revealed Lan Lin's inner thoughts, then was Lan Lin's favorite song 'Brother' expressing her deep feelings?
Sitting back to back on the street stall
Listen to music, talk about wishes
You want me to be gentler and gentler
I hope you keep me in your heart
You said you wanted to give me a romantic dream
Thank you for bringing you to heaven
Even if it takes a lifetime to complete
As long as I tell you, you will remember and never forget
The most romantic thing I can think of
Is to grow old with you
Along the way, I collected bits and pieces of laughter
Save it for later, sitting in a rocking chair and chatting slowly
The most romantic thing I can think of
Is to grow old with you
Until we're too old to go anywhere
You still treat me like a treasure in your hands
May you and your loved ones collect memories and slowly grow old
Sitting back to back on the carpet
Listen to music, talk about wishes
You want me to be gentler and gentler
I hope you keep me in your heart
You said you wanted to give me a romantic dream
Thank you for bringing you to heaven
Even if it takes a lifetime to complete
As long as I tell you, you will remember and never forget
The most romantic thing I can think of
Is to grow old with you
Along the way, I collected bits and pieces of laughter
Save it for later, sitting in a rocking chair and chatting slowly
The most romantic thing I can think of
Is to grow old with you
Until we're too old to go anywhere
You still treat me like a treasure in your hands
The most romantic thing I can think of
Is to grow old with you
Along the way, I collected bits and pieces of laughter
Save it for later, sitting in a rocking chair and chatting slowly
The most romantic thing I can think of
Is to grow old with you
Until we're too old to go anywhere
You still treat me like a treasure in your hands
Lan Lin sang the song "The Most romantic Thing" every year. Moreover, it happens at the same time every year, which is my birthday. However, although the lyrics were the same every year, there seemed to be new content every year. Therefore, I also like to listen to Lan Lin sing this song the most. This year, on my birthday, I heard Lan Lin sing this song again. Lan Lin asked me,"Doggy!" How do you feel after listening to it this year?" I replied," I've heard it this year. It's just that the emotions in my voice are deeper. I don't sing as passionately as when I was young, especially when I was dating. This year, she sang the feeling of dependence. When she sang the song, she sang the feeling of scratching her heart. Pay attention to the feeling of scratching her heart, not the feeling of being troubled. At that time, she always felt that her voice was sweet and mesmerizing. And now? Listening to it, I was also fascinated, but your voice was mixed with the vicissitudes of life. She no longer had that innocence and purity. Don't tell me you're not going to put in the bait after catching the fish?”Lan Lin gently hit me and said,"What are you talking about?" What kind of words were used! Why does it not sound like a compliment to me?”I said,"It's definitely a compliment!" I'm the only one who can hear this feeling. No one else can.”Lan Lin thought for a moment and said,"At that time, you and I were on different sides. The sun and moon could not shine together." At that time, I always wondered if we could really be together. Therefore, I made our marriage my greatest wish in this life. And now? If they spent all day rubbing against each other, the starting point of their thoughts would be different. Now, I'm always thinking about how I can make up for what I owe you in time. In fact, the red flower should be you. I can only be a green leaf, always a foil to you. However! Now, it seems like the red flower is me, and you have become the green leaf. You have become my foil. I always feel that this is unfair. It's not that you don't have the ability, but you sacrificed your pursuit to fulfill my wish. Actually, before we got married, you were the most promising person. Everyone said that you had a future. However, we've been married for so many years, and you're still sitting in your position as the office director. I know that I'm the one who dragged you down. Now, sometimes, I think about it. If I had made a concession on the issue of Xiao Lan, you might not be the same person as you are today.”I said," Lan Lin, you're wrong. A person's success can't just be judged by what position he has climbed to. It should be judged by how many people he has convinced. You can talk about Xiao Lan's matter. Finally, the leader said,"Why is our district's economy declining? I hope everyone will go down and think about it carefully." Was this sentence useful? How many people were convinced? Why did our district's economy decline? As the district mayor, who doesn't know better than you? If you didn't back Xiao Lan up and give some benefits that people shouldn't have, would there be so many people who would follow Xiao Lan's lead? That's why I said that my matter has nothing to do with you, so don't feel guilty. Weren't there some people who worked their entire lives but still couldn't climb to the position of department director? What's wrong? Don't I want to live anymore? He was living quite calmly. Therefore, the most important thing for a person was not to suffer. If I had to make a choice against my conscience, I would rather give up my position as the office director. A person must have a certain belief and a certain principle. Otherwise, he would become a laughingstock. Our mayor is making a fool of himself. At an economic work conference, the mayor raised the issue of economic decline again. At that time, a bureau chief stood up and said,'Mayor, in my opinion, if we want our district's economy to turn over a new leaf, even a unit like the crematorium will give him a mission. How many people must he burn in a year? Otherwise, even if the factory manager didn't complete the mission, he would still be dead. Everyone laughed when they heard that. This was a matter of the unit. In the unit, the leader was the red flower, and the staff was the green leaf. At home, who was the red flower and who was the green leaf? It should be said that the relationship between husband and wife was like a red flower, and husband and wife were like green leaves. Both of them had the responsibility to protect this red flower. If you have to pick a red flower between the couple, then you will definitely be the one in our family. Because I've been working in the government for a long time, my thoughts have long become rigid and inflexible. I don't have your pioneering spirit, nor do I have your economic foresight. Therefore, I am willing to be a green leaf. Besides, didn't you not disappoint me? Wasn't it getting more and more vibrant the more it bloomed? It proves that you are still a fresh flower planted on real cow dung.”Lan Lin said emotionally,"This is my blessing!" To be honest, in today's society, there aren't many men like you who don't owe a debt of love. It seemed that people's pursuits were really different. Does my dog have any other hobbies other than reading and writing?”I said,"Yes, I'm playing with my son." Shopping with his wife, wasn't this hobby enough?”
The parasol tree had a deep understanding of its own. Its roots were deep, and its leaves were luxuriant.
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