The sound of spring, the dream of the heart
A few curtains of winter snow, a few rolls of spring wind, the heavens and the earth have melted into ice and snow.
With the change of seasons, I seem to see again that on the lonely branches of winter, a wisp of floating dark incense is revealed, and it alone bears the power brought by the warmth and cold.
The old time was soaked by this wisp of clarity, more than a gorgeous texture, so full, more tempting, more lonely, more tempting, cold to the bone, but colorful to the bone, that in the bones of the dyeing style, the silk can touch the thickness of spring.
Winter snow rhyme, plum soul, it seems that there is not enough appreciation, enough taste, enough understanding, the skirt of spring has quietly blown across the earth mountains and rivers, everything is slowly waking up, ice and snow are melting day by day, sleeping in the reincarnation of spring is full of branches of the years, living color and fragrance.
I would like to write a poem about spring, how shallow my heart is, how to lyrically can not express its rhythm, its rhyme and rhyme. I can only use a faint pen and ink to describe the picture of spring wordlessly in my heart.
The faint sky, the white clouds, the hazy rain, the slight wind, and then faintly blowing a wisp of fine incense, closing your eyes, inhaling lightly, that is the taste of early spring, that is the leisurely nature of the ordinary year, that is the gentleness of the poems. Sitting alone, holding a roll of tea, so, the fragrance of books, tea, flowers; heart incense, poetry, and spring color, sprinkled with the warm incense of the idle window, incense into the bone, wisps of soul, dyed ink flowers, drunken heart. At this moment, it is most suitable to pour the thoughts of the heart into a spring color, which is blown by the wind and ripples. Walking in the spring mood, the mood is particularly stretched and refreshing.
Walking in the spring mood, the mood is particularly stretched and refreshing. Walking in the hustle and bustle, the heart still has poetic feelings, I think, what a rare understanding and harvest, I am glad, in the fireworks and poetry, I am a free walking flower, no matter when, no matter where, there is a Zen state of mind, simple, introverted, not floating, not impetuous, quiet elegant bloom.
The light spring color is the breath of nurturing, listening to the grass and trees quietly recovering in the spring wind, watching the double swallows playing under the willows. At this time, thoughts are the shape of flowing water, where they flow, where it is spring, and everywhere they go, they are soaked with the fragrance of flowers.
In this season of dead wood in spring, through the corridor of the seasons, sitting shallowly in the moss-covered memory, lonely as a song, this winter event is not yet finished, depicted as the image of the lotus in time, the cold rhyme and ice strings in the cold wind, freehand into the pen will never fade Yanran.
Spring, in the eyes of the people, is a sleeping beauty, after time, the prince who waits for the wind will gently wake her up. "Chun, I opened my eyes gladly" liked Zhu Ziqing's sentence. Simple, clear, but evocative.
Spring is the beginning of the cycle of the four seasons, the nourishment of the growth of all things, she has her charm, she describes life as poetic, so how many literati and inkers have left many ancient songs. Step all the way to the spring breeze triumphantly, play a song of spring flowers and snow moon, and sing a song of spring warm flowers.
The days turn over day by day, counting the twilight, looking back at the past, there are stumbling, there is sorrow, there is joy, there is expectation, whether good or bad, it is an experience, a practice, a test of life. For yesterday, we should not forget, for today, we live well in the present, for tomorrow, we bravely move forward, heart, sun warm, hands, embrace spring.
A river of spring water, awakened all things, look at the embankment of time, willows, lightly breeze still water, thoughts rising, heartstring rhythm, played a beautiful spring movement. Even if there is sadness in time, the compassion of the heart will alleviate all the uneasiness in the world. The cloud will remember the aroma of her bloom, listening, the sound of spring, the words of the heart, and it is blooming on its own.
