The spring breeze is accompanied by photographs.

With the drizzle, I gently pushed open the door of March. An apricot blossom quietly opens downstairs, with pale pink petals and crystal drops, smiling gracefully and paying tribute to March. Say what words of welcome? No, every flower on the flower branch is the best word.

The apricot blossom and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the scenery in the poetic realm is like a painting spread out in front of us. Wandering in front of the flowers, I send my thoughts to the promised flowers and let my feelings get out of the cold spring in February. Give up and don't give up, take it lightly and happily meet the baptism of time. The spring rain is falling, and the time is deep and comfortable.

A plum blossom is destined to prosper. A stream of spring water flows away alone. Magnolia white gauze skirt has been woven into the green grass. The pink stamens of early cherry blossoms are also a little dark. The forerunner of spring, in March, was a little impatient with the rush of time.

However, Mei Xiang is Qingyuan, white as a cloud, and has already entered the heart. Although the years have made progress, they are never far away. Fold a plum, enjoy a few magnolia flowers, and have a quiet time, carefree and carefree. When cherishing spring, the most exciting thing is to be afraid of blooming early, not to want the first touch of flowers in spring.

Everything faces time and shows its temperament between heaven and earth. Like it or not, show yourself. Flowers bloom and fall, just as chic. In life, you should also be comfortable and indifferent, and the time to live your own life is short. When you enter March, you will open your heart and accept the oncoming time.

Besides, March is so beautiful and poetic. The poet Dickinson said, "Dear March, please come in/How happy I am to have been looking forward to your visit." After the storm in winter, March is a dream in my heart, and it comes as scheduled. Touch the beauty, describe the mood, and glow the vitality and excitement of life.

The spring breeze is accompanied by the spring rain, fluttering and spreading, and it has infinite scenery under the gloomy sky. A dike weeping willows, slender waist and light dance, new green is dyed, and silk is reluctant. A few plum blossoms, reflecting the water according to the flowers, are fragrant and refreshing. On the branches of peaches and plums, there is a budding blush.

Birds stand on branches or sing in the air, but they are happy in thin curtains. Full of green, a newly planted lawn in the community, is full of green. The spring breeze in March is as soft as rain. It blows gently from a distance, putting on a new dress for nature.

The flowers are delicate and charming, and the colors are charming. In March, flowers entered the moment of competing for beauty and fragrance. Look, pieces of cauliflower are yellow and spread far into the sky; Peach blossoms are everywhere, enchanting and fragrant, and three branches and two branches can be painted.

There are plum blossoms, light pink; Pear, white as snow; Cherry blossom clusters, begonia flowers. Famous, nameless, drunk when you think about it. Countless flowers, flowers you can't recognize, flowers that are fragrant together, and the fragrance is enough to satisfy your body and mind in March.

In March, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the spring is brilliant. She is a beautiful young girl. Although she is beautifully dressed, she is full of vigor and vitality. March is a gift from nature to life, which makes all the efforts and all the waiting become brilliant years in front of us.

In March, let go of yourself and go out for a walk. There is always a bright future that tempts you. In March, let the flowers bloom in your arms, let the troubles filter out, and learn to let go of the helplessness of life. If you think too much, it is better to let go and let nature take its course, believing that everything will be treated best in time.

Talk about poetry in March, stroll through the years and enjoy flowers leisurely. Year after year, although the appearance has passed away, it has not changed the original mood. I dream with a wisp of flowers every year, and it takes a long time.