Wind blows through spring

△ Liu Bo

A kind of bird began to sing, on the branches in front of the window, or in front of the window sill where I opened the gap, one or two, three. Before dawn, before the sun broke through the darkness.

Anyway, I want to wake up. They should know that I will open the window and sprinkle with a handful of miscellaneous grains. This should be familiar or liked. Satisfy my own taste buds, and to satisfy me a little happiness by the way. After a while, they flew away on the branches again, and they wanted to come to the freedom of freedom, freedom of flying, freedom to run against the wind, to the distance, or farther free. What will happen in front of you, as long as you have a dream.

In the early morning of March, there was a slight fog in the qi. The darkness before dawn has not finally dissipated, silence, the best time. Before human thought, everything is clean, pale, dreamy, like the mist shrouded on the earth. With a ray of sunlight, it will pierce, crushes, and then reproduce. At this moment, it is like the painter's marshalmate before thinking about it. What kind of colors need to be painted only in the heart of the painter's heart. I hope that this time she will plant the bodhi tree in the courtyard. Last night, I was dreaming. I saw her blooming.

The sunshine came in turn, and the last moment was quietly broken. Various sounds came from the neighbors, scolding children, scolding a lazy pig, and a mourning of a ravioli dog, a group of chickens and ducks chasing noise. But the most noticeable thing is the little daughter -in -law that the neighbor's house just married. Her shameful husband and husband shouted, she would not burn the fire, she would call her husband, and she would not call her husband. It is no wonder that the uncle next door was served, like a docile lamb, no matter what he did, there would be a gentle smile, no matter what he did, there was endless vitality. Thinking about these warmth should be from the heart, from the bottom of your heart.

The winter in Lingnan seemed to be extremely short. The crowd had not cleaned up a cotton coat, and it was scattered in a gust of gusts. It was like those naughty children. They used various pigments to apply them at will.

The grass was just yellow before the winter, but I was ignorant in a wind. When I didn't know why this was the case, the tender buds were revealed. There was no trace in the nearby. Meaning.

A pair of young men and women walking on the grass, they are brisk, should be loved in love. I see them full of joy and accidentally make trouble with each other. Most of them are very gentle. How happy they are in the wild in the wilderness.

There is also a dog with them, a dog with a shackles, and it is necessary to run or jump to express some kind of happiness several times. I think it is cute at this time. Like a child who has just found breast milk, it is greedy and passionate. In the running run, I saw the desire for freedom and yearning for a better life. At one moment I envy it, I stopped running at that moment? Forgot to forget.

It stopped in a cluster of grass and stopped in another bush. It was running happily for a while. It seemed to be able to stop thinking about it for a while, facing the sunset like a philosopher. I can't know or deeply know its cognitive world, but at this moment it seems to smell a different spring, the sky is blue, the sunset is beautiful, and there are shame flowers from time to time in the grass, which will make it sad Or miss it, maybe it was the past in that moment, maybe the dust in its dream.

The morning and dusk are excellent. As long as the wind blows, everything will become colorful, the clouds flowing in the breeze, the branches that shakes with the wind, the flocks that suddenly fall, and the flowing incense of the stamens gradually exposed. Essence The wind blows across the wilderness, everything is bright, gorgeous, and alive. No one will deliberately resist this temptation. Look, there are people who have begun to come, old people, children, and babies in their arms. They walked from home to the wilderness. This was a direct praise for spring, which was better than anything. They should have an infinite longing for a better life. They come over for unknown life of unknown life. In the spring, let the clear wind and humid eye fossa, come in spring, add some different colors. The last rainbow in the sky flew with the wind.

I think of a certain spring in my hometown. In the morning, the birds will come to wake me up. The chills in the early spring can't reach the temptation of beautiful things. I remembered another morning. Although I didn't hear the shout of the cheerful woman, I heard a more vibrant baby crying. This was a solemn birth, a exploration of life again, crying The sound is unscrupulous and implicit, the freedom is full of glory, the solemn is slightly mysterious, and the tragedy is full of temptation.

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