Early spring scenery

Early spring scenery

In the morning, walking along the riverside road, the snow and rain gently hit my cheek, and said to me like spoiled: I’m coming! You welcome? I smiled and said nothing, but asked: why not welcome it. While walking, I replied to the rain and snow in my heart. There were few pedestrians on the road, and the dense rain and snow came from the sky. The fog was hazy and gray, but it gave me a warm feeling and a tranquil mood. I like this kind of weather, and I prefer to wander alone in this kind of scene, appreciating with eyes and listening to the World belonging to me with my heart. There are always such and such constraints in life, only to prefer such freedom, do whatever you want, be free, and keep a unique indifference and no desire. Sometimes, all kinds of cars were on and off, shouting and galloping by my side. On the roadside, the seemingly dry Willow finally showed a little smile after a winter sleep. One or two sparrows were flying around and playing on the trunk, and the road under the feet was very refreshing by rain and snow, sweeping around, there is no intoxicating spring, no full of vitality, no little green of early spring, and even more surprising moments. As long as you have a good heart, the scenery is picturesque everywhere. Walking brisk steps, walking from north to south. Looking up at the South, the mountains in the distance were tightly embraced by the wet fog of rain and snow. The mountains were drunk in the hazy Twining, losing the pride of the past. The mountains in the West were covered by rain and fog, looming, playing hide-and-seek with me. Since ancient times, it has rained in the south of the Yangtze River in March. Today, it has: spring rain, fog, drunk on the Loess Plateau. The pedestrians and traffic flow on the bridge of Hulu River which is getting closer and closer are sparse. Under the pier, the music flutters and both men and women dance. The gourd River under the bridge flows towards the south turbid. It’s not that I don’t like the bustle, let alone that I am unsociable, but that I really mind that strangers who are unfamiliar touch my hands. I don’t have the mentality of discriminating and despising anyone, and I will pay more attention to some weaknesses with a heart of compassion. The so-called weaknesses are those people living in poverty. I won’t follow others. I have my thoughts. After a while, the drizzle was getting heavier and heavier with the snow. A thin layer of broken snow fell on my body and touched the ground gently with my hands. Holding the camera in his hand, he couldn’t grasp the angle with ease. Suffering from the effect of framing, he gave up the image record. Fortunately, there is text. In the eyes of passers-by, alone, lonely and cold. No! There was rain and snow accompanying me all the way, patting my sleeves happily. In the distance, there were mountains beyond my reach, but in my heart; Nearby, there were smiling branches waving to me. Listen! When rain and snow blend, steal private rain; Look! When the mountain is intoxicated, it is soft and sweet. A person’s world, scenery in my eyes, I am in the scenery. There is no bright sunshine, no thrilling spectacle, and the plain and quiet spring day, which poetic forms a simple and peaceful picture in the broken snow. In the early spring of Northwest, new life was bred in the silence. Without the bustle of Jiangnan, there was more steadfast and heavy in the north, which had a special charm. It is said to be rough and bold, but delicate and gentle, and only waiting for people who know it to taste it. Long walkers, walking in the rain, no wind, rain mixed with snow is still falling who says this is not the most beautiful scenery?! The scenery is gorgeous because of the heart, and the heart is warm because of the scenery. Puxi completed the mobile phone on the evening of 2012.3.4

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