Prose in March

March Prose 1

In March, a peach blossom tree awakened my memory of spring. The grass was green, the flowers were blooming, and the green willow branches were graceful. Swinging by the river, as if eager to tell people: Spring is here.

The wind in March is fine and soft, blowing warmly across your cheeks, quietly warming your heart like a lover's whisper.

The sunshine in March is also subtle. It passes through the clouds cautiously, looking neither far nor near, as if it is still wanting to speak. Standing by the river in March, my heart was moved by the warm spring breeze.

Perhaps because I am getting older, I have become sensitive to the growth and replacement of all things in the world, and I have begun to be moved by the little things around me.

When I was a boy studying, the books were filled with all the beauty of spring coming to the world, but I had no idea. I saw spring sneaking into March in various postures, but I was still dull and did not feel the seasons with my heart. With the changes in life, time was so long at that time and the future was so far away.

Now that I am old, I suddenly realize that time is like a spinning top, spinning around and around. If I don’t pay attention, many days will be lost in the replacement of annual rings.

Spring comes and goes again and again, and our faces continue to age as they come and go. March is still the season I long for most, and I have called it again and again in the cold wind of winter.

In my eyes, March comes quietly wrapped in transparent gauze. She walks in a hurry, dyeing the mountains green, reflecting the water red, lifting the wheat seedlings fiercely, and quietly lifting the stamens. The ground hung on the treetops.

March is a door. When you push it open a crack, spring is revealed. Spring is bright, swaggering, and crowded across the threshold. Flowers bloom overnight. The unstoppable spring is so magnificent. Standing in front of the world without being shy.

So Chun has already known people’s love for her, so she always wants to give us a surprise quietly, and as we gradually pass through the ignorant youthful years, we will become more and more fond of her. The more I was moved by her painstaking efforts.

Standing in the March wind, thinking and chanting, I melted into the March sunshine. Prose in March 2

March is full of spring. A touch of green and a little red adorn the wall. Under the dazzling sunshine, the spring in Jiangnan becomes more intense. I squinted my eyes and looked at the sparkling clear water of the lake. The rows of pine and cypress trees became the most beautiful embellishment along the way. As you smile like a flower in my mind when I recall you.

Let go of the lingering lovesickness and let go of the reluctant memories. No longer sighing that everything is unpredictable. Using wind and flowers as a foreshadowing, I write about the encounter between you and me that has nothing to do with Xue Yue. I once waited for your return in the bleak cold wind, and then sent you away in the long snowy night. Another winter passed by, and at that time the lakeshore was filled with willow breezes and the sky was full of peach blossoms.

The breeze is blowing, causing ripples in the long river of memories, and your every smile is reflected in the green, fat, red and thin tidbits. This shore of the lake that you once crossed, tells me how to cross it lightly now. You once said you are mine in the late autumn of the painting. Now the butterflies are dancing in the flowers, and the words you are mine are still floating in the air. The bright warm sun and the soft spring breeze. The image of you and me clasping our fingers gradually became hazy, and finally disappeared among the strange roads surrounded by thousands of mountains and rivers. Prose of March 3

In March, a smiling face, a pair of affectionate eyes, an emotional figure, a heart with eternal true feelings and infinite love, a vivid picture ...

In the warm March, in the drizzle of spring, childhood, youth, and middle age are over. Spring reddens another face: white clouds, blue sky, green fields, sea, wind, small flowers, lakes and distant mountains.

In the passionate March, the spring breeze is gentle, the water ripples, the soil tempts the roses in the garden, the birds make noise in the tranquility of the trees, and the swifts fly over the shadow of the full moon.

The unrestrained March soothes a beating heart, and the passion brings out beautiful youth one after another, rippling the years of beautiful dreams, and interpreting the happy moments one after another.

In the warm month of March, we use peach blossoms as a wedding dress, spring water as nectar, sun, moon and stars as a banquet, piano music and whistles as music, waving long sleeves, spreading the beautiful spring light, and calling. Invite angels to sing and dance and bless kind people.

The March of love also makes the flowers of March ruddy, red clouds and fallen flowers, daydreams flying deep in the white clouds, singing for the sublime, the nobility of the soul, and the sincerity, kindness and beauty of human nature. And sing.

In the March of love, lines of poetry flowed out, singing about this piece of green grass and the small stream on the black land that quietly rolled up the song of waves. Spring is for tranquility, beauty, and happiness... Prose of March 4

March, in the north, is the early spring that turns warm and cold.

When I lived by Xiling Lake, I liked to run to the lake when I had nothing to do. In the early morning, at dusk, after rain or snow, the lake looks like a graceful woman. She is charming when she is quiet, and full of enthusiasm when she is noisy.

Since I moved to this community, the flowers, plants and trees have been moved in front of and behind the houses, and the lake has been replaced by a huge grassland. After the winter solstice, even the sun has hidden behind dozens of buildings. I believe that human inertia and laziness slowly disappear. , I actually got used to sitting on the balcony and looking at the scenery outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

In the days when the heating suddenly stopped, the northerners who were accustomed to the cat winter were a little panicked by the cold in the house. The spring cold has taken over and eroded every corner of the house again. The unused duvets have been taken out again. When watching TV at night, the air conditioner has to be turned on for an hour or two. Putting a small flower quilt that my son had used when he was a child on his lap, it was as warm as holding him in his arms again.

During the day, when you are idle in the house with nothing to do, the warmest place is the balcony. The sun shines in, asparagus and dwarf blue compete for green under the light and shadow, the angry buds of purple crabapple are like stars shining in the leaves, orchid is still proud, like a noble and lonely weak woman, hiding her own thoughts and can't find it. To a close friend.

Through the balcony, there were three or five figures on the grass, wearing blue coats and black boots. It was not time to prune the flowers and grass, but the green water had been poured several times. When the grass started to turn green, the first thing I smelled was the smell of smoke. Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, a spring wilderness fire was lit on the grass. The staff in the elegant garden began to gather the grass blades with rakes and other tools. They were dead leaves that fell from the ginkgo trees, hibiscus trees, magnolia trees, and willow trees last season. The green smoke rose, like the soul of the leaves, without a destination, wandering around without finding the edge.

I firmly believe that such wilderness fires are not only burning in the grass outside the window, but beyond the city, the scene in the countryside will be even more spectacular. When the cattle are pulled into the fields, the land that is ready to be plowed , filled with green smoke. Setting fire to the wilderness makes every spring seem a little exciting.

As the smoke gradually dispersed, there was a smell in the air, subtle, evasive, and vague, making every sense of the body excited, nervous, and excited. It was much warmer outside than indoors. Apparently the children couldn't stay in the house anymore and ran outside in groups to play wildly. They ran among the trees, sweat dripping from their foreheads. The branches of the trees seemed to feel the heat of this temperature, and the spores were growing. Small buds swelled everywhere, and the spring branches on the edge of the grass first felt it, and excitedly bloomed a bunch of small yellow flowers. On the grassland that has yet to be cleared, there is still a large area of ??black soil scorched by firecrackers. The green grass tips first poked out of the black ground. After a few warm sunny days, a large area of ??green covered up the scorched black soil. A dog ran happily on the grass, excitedly chasing a piece of paper blown by the wind. This dynamic scene actually brought back the childlike innocence.

The willows a little further away are as green as green smoke, the kind of green that looks distant but disappears up close, and is very light. I have always thought that Liu should go more directly into Song poetry. Song poetry is like yarn. The willows in spring, whether in the south or the north, are smoke, mist, lovesickness, and sadness. No matter whether you look at them from a distance or up close, they are soft and sad to the soul. The waves are vague, the willows are Yiyi, and the lonely village is fragrant. The grass is far away, and the apricot blossoms are flying in the setting sun.

Poems related to the month of March include Li Bai’s old friend’s farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower. Fireworks descend to Yangzhou in March. Tang poems are like porcelain. When the words are laid out on paper, they are elegant, solemn, and exciting. That year I also went to Slender West Lake at this time. The willows were green and the flowers were red, a bit frivolous and a bit ostentatious. Now, in the north, the geographical polarity has nothing to do with the willows and smoke in the south of the Yangtze River.

March appears in the painter Lie Tan’s pen, appearing ordinary and elegant. At that time, the birch forest in the Russian town had not yet begun to turn green, but the sky high up in the distance seemed to have been washed by water, and was spotlessly blue. The ice and snow in the middle of winter began to melt quietly under the temptation of this blue, and the sun shone on it. The dark brown wooden house is like a fairy tale, everything is renewed, and the earth begins to wake up.

The wind blew one after another. Whimpering, like a resentful woman with no real estate, whimpering and recounting some old stories from adulthood.

News of the death came, and then it turned into a disaster. Days of fear and trepidation, whether related or not related to March, go by day by day.

The spring rain seems far away, waiting is also a kind of life! After all, the warm and humid monsoon has set off from the south, and even the sunshine has a confident and bright smile. The season is advancing steadily. Who can stop it? Prose of March 5

Today is Saturday...

I woke up early in the morning, opened the curtains, and a piece of white snow on the roof came into my eyes! Isn’t this snow in March? My heart suddenly palpitated. White snowflakes are like a layer of white sand gently covering the roof.

The small town in the morning is like a quiet bride, wearing a white wedding dress, recalling the past, with the desire and expectation of a young girl in her eyes!

I stood in front of the window, looking at the spring snow in front of me. A long-lost mood was moistened in this March snow. Know how to speak!

The spring snow is as tender as a girl, and it can make the heart of spring shine every time. Today is another Saturday...

I woke up early in the morning, and my mood was ignited. , looking at the beautiful shadow of this spring snow, I believe that it is not only the poems written by the poet, the copy in the hands of the painter, and the lens in the eyes of the photographer, but more about the gift of this spring - after this snow, it is determined It’s a green patch of crazy growth!

The willow trees in the yard have sprouted, and the new green and the spring snow form a beautiful pattern. I am obsessed with people’s mood at this moment. I don’t know how to describe it. I just feel that my mood is gently dancing outside the window. The willow trees swaying in the wind are dancing! I really want to be the white snow on the tree, embedding my life's longing in this new green; I also really want to be a flying bird, singing a hymn of nature in this bush. This is my mood at the moment, accompanied by the spring breeze, setting off on the road in the morning of spring snow!

For a long time, I always left myself in a hurry. Looking back suddenly, looking at the vast sky, I was asking myself, where did the time go?

Thinking of these, a feeling of sadness rises faintly from the bottom of my heart. Is it true that our lives are sometimes short like this spring snow? Before we have time to appreciate the life in spring, it turns into snow when the sun comes out. I watched the gurgling stream...

I looked out the window quietly and read the words of spring. The snow in spring is like a girl's thoughts in spring. Whether it falls on the roof or hangs on the branches, there is a tenderness that arouses people's fantasies! Yes, I don’t dare to try to touch this spring snow’s skin, I’m afraid that the moment of coolness in my heart will become an eternal thought!

Suddenly the wind blows overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloom. At this moment, facing the spring snow in March, I understand the deeper meaning of this sentence, which is a deep love for spring. Nostalgia is the infinite nostalgia for youth and the long-term expectation for youth.

Spring is a lively season. The ground is full of green, attracting countless swarms of butterflies and bees like an ocean; lonely woods begin to grow wildly here, and the greenery of each tree is like watching a tree. There is a concert of birds, just leaning against each other; in the fields that have been deserted for a winter, farmers gradually appear, and the sun rises and the moon sets, so anyone who has lived in the countryside can see a A figure walking to the ground in the morning light, and returning after sunset, singing songs that relax one's mind!

And this snow is not the word of March, but in March’s life, it is like a poem of March, pleasing people’s mood and allowing people to relax in this cool time and space. Daydream and aftertaste!

In March, everything revives and the earth is full of life. Like all things, I believe that the snow in March must be a part of all things. It is a kind of flower that grows in the north. It blooms on trees, on the ground, and in the hearts of northerners. It is extremely beautiful. The ultimate is its best portrayal of life. It can not only moisten people's thirsty mood in spring, but also give people desire, allowing people to let their hearts fly in the sky in March. It is a noble flower!

Walking into March, little bits of spring green have already appeared before our eyes. Everywhere, every place can dance the silence in our hearts and bring us into this spring season. ...

The morning light outside the window gradually came into my eyes. The bright spring light was like a girl's smiling face, writing youth. The sun falls on the March snow, giving off a brilliant luster. Suddenly it gives people a feeling of reluctance, without hearing its sound, but seeing its shadow. I am worried that in the near future, this spring snow will gradually disappear in the spring sunshine and become a spring memory. , just like the words of spring, are left in the footprints of our lives, inspiring us to find beauty one by one in life!

In his fleeting life, Spring Snow left his most wonderful words to the earth. Can we forget its existence in spring because of its short life? She is like the peach blossoms and apricot blossoms in March. In the eyes of northerners, she is just as delicate, just as pretentious, and just as tempting to look for in dreams...

A life full of infinite meaning, no matter how beautiful it is. Yan Chunxue Life is short, as long as it is beautiful, it can always touch our hearts. Although the spring snow in March is not the theme of spring in March, the desire and love it gives people will still become the most beautiful and nostalgic words for us in March, and they will be recorded in the soil of our lives!

In the joyful and sweet spring snow, you can hear the song of spring. The patches of spring rain and snow tell the story of pattering, always seeming to remind people of poems in thread-bound ancient books. The fields are dyed green, the peach trees are dyed red, and the pear orchards are dyed white!

Walk into spring and listen to spring. The breath of spring is pleasant, the footsteps of spring are hasty, the melody of spring is sweet, and the songs of spring are sweet. Even the snowflakes in spring can make our hearts ready to move!

It snowed all night in March, but it did not harm the beauty of things.

Now I may understand that the snow in March is not only a sentimental mood in the hearts of the ancients, but also an excellent admiration for all things in life! Prose of March 6

The cold wind from March messed up my hair in the middle of winter, even though it was very short. I remember that I am very connected to this kind of cold. I was born in the middle of winter and I like this cold feeling. How old were you when you carried a bag and left school? It takes more than half an hour to take the ferry to Qingdao, and the wind is very strong. Standing on the deck, I just want to stop and think about the road I have traveled and the road I still have to go...

That year It was the first spring when I met her. The flowers were not in full bloom yet, and they smelled a bit gorgeous, unlike now. Spring passed by in a blink of an eye, leaving behind so many indelible memories. This is the first girl he likes. Of course, what I can remember is that he forced her to have her first kiss, not only hers, but also his. This spring is charming, but it must pass. The next spring, he decided to travel far and reach a place he thought was far away and a place he had never been to.

The spring here is different from any spring I have known in the past. There are no buds sprouting and no melting snow. There is only the vast white land and endless traces. Every bit of biting wind made him unable to stand upright, like an invisible expulsion. I heard a long groan: "You don't belong here, or leave...leave..."

How many intersections have you turned to, looking for something? Midwinter did not just let go of the misty life. He would say: "People should live with passion, not excitement every moment, but persistence in one's own beliefs. The journey may be bumpy, and the ending may be elusive, but you should have the best of luck." Passionate..."

Some people say that traveling is just leaving a place where you are tired of living and moving to a place where others are tired of living. If you complain about the unpleasantness you encounter along the way, then it will destroy the purpose of your trip. . Traveling in the middle of winter is about finding new ideas from places where people are tired of living. Perhaps, he also needs someone who can accompany him through many places where others are tired of living. He is willing to give everything for her, even if the world is small, there is only you and me. However, you must have enough wealth to make this promise, and you must use your hands to hold up a sky big enough to accommodate each other.

It’s another spring. This spring, we can’t see the liveliness of spring, but there are majestic seas, honest mountains, warm little houses, and people who greet us. He felt warm, as if he could stop here, take a short rest, or go on a long journey. However, there is a trace of concern and memories in my heart. In fact, he really wanted to rest here, but he still remembered that when facing the unknown, he should be passionate...

He was working hard, so dull. This reminded him of another person, Lan. Lan is a surprisingly ordinary person, facing life and feelings indifferently. I've never heard of anyone she likes, I just want to guess. Even if she said she was engaged, I wouldn't be too surprised. This is Lan.

The coldness from March stirred up a lot of things to remember. At least, we are getting closer to the future, but also further away. The road still has to be walked step by step. What can we get from too much guessing? Is it success or the pressure attached to success? None of these are good, everything will be fine... Prose in March 7

March in the south of the Yangtze River is the time when the grass grows and the orioles fly.

When the cuckoo’s first cry breaks the tranquility of the small mountain village, when the willow trees on the embankment are covered with bright yellow buds, when ducks swim happily in the pond, when swallows come to the house for the first time. A mouthful of new mud is built in front of the eaves, when the branches of the peach and pear trees in front of the door are covered with budding flower buds, when the withered yellow grass is covered with lush green clothes, when the purple milkvetch is in the green Your eyebrows are red with shame in the waves, when the yellow rapeseed flowers dazzle your eyes, when the rhododendrons all over the mountains are swaying in bright red, when those unknown wild flowers are blooming all over the mountains and on the banks of the fields and streams, spring is here. Got it!

The wind has become softer, the water has become clear, the sky has become higher, and the sun has become brighter!

Children in the mountains are the ones who can best appreciate the beauty of spring. Green is the color of their lives, rain is the rain of their lives, wind is the rhythm of their lives, and flowers are the flowers on their heads. The flower crowns and willow flutes are the music score of their lives, and the birds are the songs in their lives; the clouds are the clouds on their bodies, the fields and hillsides are their paradise, and the wild fruits are their coveted delicacies.

The seeds have sprouted, with their shells in their shells, and a few tender leaves are stretched out and grinning, the bamboo shoots have broken through the ground, and their furry sharp corners are peeking out; The willow branches are full of charm, stirring up your thoughts. The flowers are blooming, causing bees to fly and butterflies to flutter. The creek flows happily, the birds sing emotionally, and the lotus leaves in the pond in front of the door , curling and tingling, immediately reminds people of Yang Wanli's poem: The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, the trees are shady and the water is clear and soft, the little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and the dragonfly has already stood on it.

The beauty of spring cannot be described in words, described in words, or frozen in camera. That kind of touching beauty, only when you are in it, melt in it, feel and appreciate it with your heart, can you feel the shock and excitement of life.

When the spring breeze turns green on the south bank of the river, and the peach blossoms are as red as fire in March, my eager heart longs to go to nature and feel the breath of spring. Testing my husband: When should we go on an outing? We don’t have time, why are you so pretentious? We have to go alone, our bones are falling apart from exhaustion. Encourage your daughter: Come with me? You have to go to work and take exams. Who is as busy as you?

A heart filled with joy suddenly became colder.

So I settled for the next best thing and could satisfy my visual enjoyment at home. On the Internet and on TV, the information and traces of spring were overwhelming - the 100,000-acre rapeseed demonstration base, and the endless golden yellow would cover the fields. As soon as your eyeballs burst, "the peach blossoms shine brightly", the peach trees all over the mountains and ridges are like the colorful clouds burning in the sky, and the cherry blossoms at Wuhan University are in full swing and affectionate... < /p>

Every footstep of spring always makes people linger, and every color of spring always makes people intoxicated.

A few days later, my father came to our house to stay for two days. He suggested that I accompany him to visit his aunt’s house nearby. My aunt lived in the suburbs. The house had been demolished and there were still some buildings left. A little bit of dirt and fields. On such a sunny day, it should be a good choice to go outside to get some fresh air.

As soon as we walked out of the city, there was a sweet smell in the air, which was the fresh earthy smell and the faint fragrance of cauliflower. Although there was a lot of construction work everywhere, bulldozers roared, and loess covered the green fields. But in the shade of trees, in front of a house, three peach blossoms were blooming dazzlingly. I felt happy for a while, but then my heart became cold. In a few months, this place will be razed to the ground. , replaced by tall buildings. At this time next year, there will no longer be pink flowers and green willows.

On this day last year, in this door, the peach blossoms on the human face reflected each other's red color. I don't know where the peach blossoms went. Can the human face still smile in the spring breeze?

The falling flowers and flowing water are gone in spring. Every ray of spring color always gives people infinite reverie, and the fleeting spring light adds to so many people's melancholy and sadness.

Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year. Spring cannot stay in the world forever, but it can come as promised, and it is always charming me, provoking me, and calling me!

The spring of March is coming to an end, and April is coming again. This vigorous, vigorous, prosperous and colorful spring has transformed into a world of flowers and a sea of ??green in my eyes! Prose in March 8

Life, sometimes, is so impermanent.

Life is even more impermanent.

The life form that was alive and kicking one second is now separated from yin and yang in the blink of an eye. At first glance, it was a happy and warm life, but when it turned around, it was chaos and loneliness.

Then, let’s live soberly in the present tense that we can control.

Staying alone in the dormitory, I suddenly felt empty and tears filled my eyes, but I finally endured it. Everyone has their own life trajectory, and companionship is destined to be only temporary. If you are too greedy, you will only find it difficult to let go.

I used to cry so much every night when they were away. I felt that they had abandoned me, and I would get angry. Thinking about it, I feel that I am still at fault. People can't be so selfish, can they?

In fact, it is a great fate that we can be together in the same city, the same university, and the same dormitory. As the saying goes, those who are content are always happy.

We always care too much about fame and wealth, gains and losses, and in the end, we find that those things that make people toss and turn and think about them have become irreparable mistakes. Why bother.

This is an era of economy and technology, an era where fast pace dominates the melody. However, as living beings participating in it, should we think about whether what we are chasing is Is it worth what we lose? Why do we always have to wait until the death sentence is pronounced before we look back? Is this kind of review to win sympathy and tears? Or is it just a focus of public opinion and a talking point for people after dinner, a stepping stone to improve themselves and suppress others?

Materialistic desire Cross current, eventually the scenery can be seen through, wind, flowers, snow and moon, ultimately all in vain.

Simple and honest, down-to-earth, conscientious, happy and sincere. Prose of March 9

With the comfort of the New Year, smelling the fresh air, when a ray of sunshine generously shines on the earth, we walk into the countryside in March, and walk into the place for outing and admiring flowers. Among the crowd.

Bathed in the sunshine of March, my heart is surging, and no force can stop the pace of spring. Looking up at the sky, the clouds spread out and relax in the blue tranquility. Lowering his head and thinking, under the mottled light and shadow, there was the rustle of falling leaves. The intersection of sunlight and dense forest is an unparalleled beauty.

The sunshine in March is bright and everything is full of life. The little birds rested on the dense branches and sang heartily for the beautiful spring. Walking among the red flowers and green grass with dancing butterflies and bees flying, you can trace the traces of spring, breathe in the fragrance of the season, and feel the refreshing beauty of spring.

The March sunshine shines on the plowshares and penetrates deep into the hardened soil, making the breath of spring stronger and stronger. The water in the spring river is warm, and the swaying light waves sing in harmony with the rippling spring breeze.

The sunshine in March reflects the pink and green willows, hugging the past vows tightly and letting all the memories of winter wither.

The sunshine in March rings the wind chimes of life in the bustling flow. The moment of gazing, let the passionate eyes alone my sight. In the rough journey of life, a melancholy bowed eyebrow bent over time covered my eyes like a willow.

Spread out the deep and shallow steps and walk into the sunshine of March. The deep nostalgia is still there, the presence of my hometown is still there, the warm spring breeze blows by, the sharp bamboo shoots burst out of the ground with the energy of a winter, and the crystal dewdrops bloom with the sound of my heart. Look at the swaying branches, new passion is brewing and is about to bloom even more thrillingly.

I am wandering in the sunshine of March, listening to the blooming flowers with piety, reciting poems with passion, and writing the eternal spring in the process of life with persistence. Prose in March 10

The mood in March is warm. Under the gentle breeze of the warm southern breeze, the buds on the branches gradually grow, and the mood and youth go hand in hand. The crazy youthful spirit sprouts back in my heart after being forgotten for a long time. Look at the mountains with dark colors*, listen to the water and hear the sound of the piano. Walking in the spring sun to bathe your body in the day, walking on the embankment in the spring mist at night. I can hear dogs barking on the other side and frogs croaking underfoot. When you are busy, you can concentrate, and when you are free, you can enjoy a cup of tea. The coolness of the water in your hands can also feel the warmth of your heart.

The mood in March is kind. The lingering rain in early spring in February also grew longer as the spring days grew longer. The piercing lightning and the fierce thunder awakened the dream of waking up. The rain fell sideways to the ground, like a baby's giggling toddler steps, making people want to hold it up. The temperature, which is sometimes warm and sometimes cold, cannot stop the persistence of the greenery on the branches; the budding flower buds are as light and peaceful as a girl's smile. It’s nice to be warm, and it’s nice to be cold! Everything is stretched, the sky in my heart is painted blue with happiness, and the lawn in my heart is filled with greenery.

The mood in March is imaginative. Open your bags for a year, and clearly plan the sowing in spring and the harvest in autumn. Before the person moved, his mind had already flown away. I express my love for the mountains and rivers, thinking about the long white clouds lingering on the top of the mountain, and the attachment of companionship when the gulls sing in the lake. Sitting in the pavilion and meditating, you can feel the tranquility of listening to Zen language through the wall outside the temple, falling in love with the mortal world and retaining the Buddha's heart. Inspire life, enjoy the boldness of hitting the rivers and lakes, flying on the top of the waves, and walking on the clouds and sky to chase the beautiful women.

The mood in March is warm, friendly, and imaginative. Use the keyboard to break it up and scatter it on the journey of life. Maybe it will grow into one or two pleasing flowers and decorate the space in your heart.