Huaihua photography

Someone secretly opened Chunxiang's box.

Unconsciously, there is sweetness flowing in the air, and the fragrance in the four fields of Su Sheng is wanton.

As if spring is made of honey, it seems that thick golden honey can be squeezed out of the air;

As if spring is a well-dressed girl, full of the fragrance of youth.

At this point, the amber honey was dissolved-amber in the sunlight, and the shortcake was slightly burnt. The sun shone down and gently sprinkled on the warm cake of the earth.

Flowers, big or small, are in full bloom, and flowers are fragrant regardless of color!

Dreams, big and small, gradually take shape and grow thin wings. Give up the loneliness of three lives and achieve prosperity in one life.

And a tall flowering locust tree is the richest person in spring, graceful but not bloated, generous but not stingy. Stretching branches and dense leaves weave a huge spring curtain. There are many locust trees and a lonely tree standing in the remote wilderness. The crown of the tree extends like an umbrella, becoming a distant landscape at the end of the horizon.

A group of children twittering, they lifted up their faces and pointed to a locust tree and said:

That bunch of Sophora japonica is a bell in the wind;

That bunch of Sophora japonica is a row of bells;

That string of Sophora japonica is a flute playing;

That bunch of Sophora japonica is shaking earrings ... notes ...

Sophora japonica is a big stage in spring. There are songs and dances in the melody swaying with the wind.

Like bees, butterflies and birds, I am a fanatical follower of the spring breeze at this time.

My eyes are dripping with sunshine and spring. ...

The unopened bud of Sophora japonica must be a handbag hanging in the girl's arms, containing the password of spring, swaying the breath of youth and mysterious;

The unopened bud of Sophora japonica must be a half-round silver moon hanging in the night sky, full of stories and legends;

The unopened bud of Sophora japonica must be the source of honey. Once the core is broken, all the water droplets are sweet and all the fragrance is emitted;

The mystery of spring is the password that tickles your heart; This is a secret that you and I both want to know and solve.

In spring, locust trees are tassels, and bead curtains hang in front of boudoir beds. Vaguely, vaguely, wobbly ...

You, me, sunshine and spring breeze are all spoony pendants waiting for orders outside the bead curtain tassel.

Only the small river in the locust tree forest knows all the secrets of locust tree and spring, tinkling gently, whispering ... stop-and-go, turn around, moisten the roots with mixed fragrance and meander into the distance. ...

Author: Yue

About the author: Yue: teacher of Guiyuan School in Linzhou City. Member of Linzhou Writers Association and Linzhou Photographers Association.