Spring's travel

The cool breeze knocks on my window quietly, is called me to go the spring to pursue together. I look like one to live in seclusion already the long bird, is already whipping the wing, is anticipating this brand-new travel. on the lively street, the crowd looks like the river which just vanished, the throat is discussing the changeable weather resoundingly. Has stepped on the snow footsteps, no longer tramples that one piece for the fear pure white, but that gently, the majestic step is following the marching song which the bird grasps, an intermittent rapid drum spot is striking the road surface likely. wakes the city, the sky deep blue like washes, the sunlight is protecting each small dream gently, your dream may also be the golden color? the breeze is combing wicker scattered in disorder sending gently, the wicker long, is fishing the blue color lake. has spring come? A group walks, I had asked the bare branch, has asked under foot's grass, but also has asked the most earnest elementary student ......
Who doesn't have to be able to know. Is the bright blue sky as before, perhaps the warm sunlight, the melancholy wicker and blue color lake ...... spring naive have not come. but the flash which turns around in you, I saw the sky was blue thickly, the sunlight has increased the brilliance, each branch has envelopped the green fine gauze, on that blue color's level of the lake increased several fine boats, often transmitted the oar to dial the painter who the water merry sound ...... spring looked like a stealth, looked back in you instant, in short instantaneous, with its mysterious pen, describes our at present all, moreover it secretly, was also adding is drawing ......
Your dream in this instantaneous, to have stretched whether also out the first piece of green bud? thinks of that green verdant green the green leaf, is fresh, then vitality abundant, wishes one could oneself to give birth the wing which immediately really two will clap the hands, will fly the branch, will listen respectfully to its Naqu day and night about the chord which will grow continually. I seek in the spring, hoped that found one to be possible to have a rest the tree. in the top of the head's cloud drifts leisurely, it is also seeking for the place which has a rest? Otherwise has my under foot anchored here one bunch how suddenly, there bunch of clouds.
The white like cotton fiber group, the powder resembles the young girl surface, in the breeze is also clamping suddenly the far suddenly near fragrance. As soon as approaches looked that originally is Man Shu the oriental cherry. a fresh-faced small face, searches the body to look around, is sizing up this world curiously. Some are supporting by the arm mutually, is resisting that Rafale oncoming; Some snuggle up to the same place talks in whispers; Some lean the body to greet with the opposite tree's on neighbor; Also some lowered the head, a transporting competition's ant sub-element which carries on is refueling for the tree under cheers ...... occasionally a Rafale to stroke, only then discovered that several piece of green and glossy new leaves are evasive in the flower, as if in plays the game which with the solar father-in-law plays hide-and-seek. “circles the tree three circles, He Zhike depends on?”Looks that the very dense dense cluster of flowers, I only regretted a pair of honeybee's tootsy, has not let me approach some flower, gathers a fragrant story.

Fujiang, China