Like the rain in April, in the field, bathed in the spring of meditation and reflection. You look like the spring wire, intermittent. If , Yiyi neat, dense fog, the slightest trace of rain and fog in the integration.
like, the last an umbrella along the wet stone steps to climb up the mountain edge of the martyrs cemetery. Ting against the railings on the upper floors, the , drag cheek, according to Floor Machines.
Looking ahead, when the martyrs cemetery, and has long been surrounded by a variety of flowers, the Ching Ming Festival to send people to respect the wreath has been ravaged dilapidated storm. Ticking the rain, the mountain of flowers and trees cemetery, there seems to be a never-ending tears trickle issued shrill sound of a whimper.
Recall that last year , the martyrs of the stone cliff side cemetery, long the wind Several of the plum blossom Ao-xue branches are in full bloom in the wind. Today, the quarter in the spring, with a heavy heart withered.
I walk through the cemetery out of the pavilion, came to the edge of the plum mountain side, bent down picked up the plum blossom wilt , careful stare, although flowers wither, but as before the hard scape.
I stared, standing, thinking, under the plum tree, bathed in the light rain of fishes, they are allowed to storm winds, the , washed away my heart, I advance. Gradually, and even forget where the.
Million to spend in the way, I appreciated the most respected, the plum blossom is the wind of the Ao-xue. When the snow pressure branches, when the world everything, from the cold by the violence, and wilt when it is in the flowers withered, the Ao-xue in full bloom, so beyond the life of the flowers, bring a great vitality to the people.
Plum is not so precious as the Luoyang peony, unlike the growth of the orchids in the greenhouse so delicate, but not as timid secretly at night Epiphyllum open. It does not need fertile land growth, it is like to challenge the limits of life in the cliff, stones in the growth of auxins. Is so tenacious, courageous, Qunfang contempt, and the fate of the noble quality of hard struggle.
Winter to spring, spring, cold winter is over. Flowers timid, even with similar pledges to fight the world for fun, Yan,
Plum, but at this time, quietly in the million flowers had withered slowly. Plum snow left in the track, or the subtle fragrance to leave this earth?