After the seasonal period, it rained continuously for a week. This rain was somewhat rare, sudden, and inexplicable, and worthy of study and exploration.

Here, I feel that the seasonal solar terms seem to come earlier than before. I remember one day, when I returned to my hometown, I happened to catch a bad cold. At this time, the weather was very cold. At that time, I still got off work early and late, and did not have a holiday. Compared to

Next, oh, I suddenly remembered that the seasonality is indeed earlier than before.

Speaking of seasonal solar terms, I still remember that around the beginning of autumn, it rained inexplicably for a week or almost half a month. At that time, I thought it might rain to welcome autumn. In the past few days before and after the seasonal period,

It has been raining continuously for more than a week. Could it be the arrival of spring?

Thinking about it carefully, it should be the case. After the seasonal season, the next solar term, or the next solar term cycle, is the Spring Festival, then the Beginning of Spring, and the Beginning of Spring, which is the Beginning of Spring. Spring? Didn’t expect spring to come so quickly?

Maybe this cold winter is too long, maybe I am too afraid of the cold, maybe I like spring too much. When I mention spring, when I think of spring, I forget this cold winter, as if I am ecstatic. Happy and

Joy is endless, like falling rain, or quietly announcing that the cold winter is coming to an end and the beautiful spring is coming quietly.

No wonder in the past few days, I have been vaguely feeling that the yellow-flowered platycodon on the greenway in the middle of the city's asphalt road should be blooming soon, or has already fully bloomed. What is regretful and disappointing is that every time I come back from get off work in the evening and pass by there , without accidentally discovering a dead tree blooming.

Is it spring? Spring is here, and flowers bloom naturally. This is a natural law, there is no rush. However, in my heart, here, I can’t wait for spring, waiting for spring, waiting for that flower to bloom.

Speaking of the encounter with Miss Chun, it was definitely the most beautiful encounter. It happened to be a beautiful spring, a beautiful night, a night when the spring rain was still falling. The rain stopped, and I suddenly stepped on my bicycle and appeared in Kuangkuang.

On the asphalt road. I passed under a tree, raised my head suddenly, and suddenly found a bunch of yellow flowers hanging on the dead branches above my head, "Oh, that's the spring girl coming, everything is ready, it's so beautiful..."

What kind of flower is this? It is so yellow, so bright, and so beautiful. At that time, I simply stopped and looked slowly. At that time, I saw only the long green road in the middle.

There are rows of platycodon trees with yellow flowers. Almost overnight, those bluebells seem to turn into beautiful clothes, or become new or fit. There are always flower festivals, flower festivals, flower festivals.

Exhibition, let me marvel at the quiet streets and beautiful nights.

This is the first time I have seen such a beautiful scene, the first time I have seen such a grand scene of flowers blooming, the first time I have seen such a beautiful night and a beautiful spring rainy night. Can I not be amazed? Can I not be amazed?

Are you happy? To this day, I still feel as if I have inexplicably entered a fairyland, intoxicated and obsessed with it, and I have not yet come out.

At that time, I approached a Suzuki tree with yellow flowers and stood in front of the flowering tree. I still have a deep impression of it: the bustling city was deserted at night, the wide and wet asphalt road, and the lights of thousands of houses in the distance.

In the dim, gray and cloudy night sky, the dead trees with dead branches are empty, a dead pole stretches out, and a ball or a beautiful yellow flower suddenly emerges from the pale Zhuozhuo.

What is this? It is a beautiful flower painting, comparable to Chinese painting. It really looks like an unpainted Chinese flower painting. It still cannot express the spring I encountered at that time and the beautiful scenery I encountered here.

Soon, after the seasonal season, after the beginning of spring, spring returns to the earth, and everything is renewed. Those yellow platycodons, maybe they will bloom quietly on such a beautiful night. I am really looking forward to it, looking forward to spring, looking forward to spring, looking forward to spring

, looking forward to spring, looking forward to those flowers blooming slowly.

Silently knocking on the white moon flower, the two little guys couldn't help but say hello.

Hidden things can also suddenly rain, and the quietly lurking March will suddenly open up the fragrance of time.

Everyone has incompatible experiences, but there is also an astonishing distance. A gentleman often misses the Bodhi of mountains and seas, and a good man always misses the companionship of nothingness.

The expected scenery has returned to the sea and sky. The people who work from nine to five are waiting in the streets and alleys. The story is not the ordinary left and right, but the transition from north to south at dawn.

At the moment when the clouds rise and fall, people capture the spring, but their hearts go beyond the clouds and carry the autumn water.

Live up to the ideal harbor, not dilute the charming dimples, not bypass the weeds on the eaves, not soar in the intoxicating sky.

Have a good morning rest on Monday, go out to the city happily on Friday, go home after all the vicissitudes of life on Tuesday, and reply to a letter quickly on Saturday.

The mountains and seas are easily transported in the palm of your hand, the stars and the moon are guarding the lakeside at the corner of your eyebrows, everything is gently waving into the mist to see the flowers, and you are entering right and wrong with all your charm.

The ups and downs are heavy in the hustle and bustle, but they can pursue the mysteries of thousands of mountains and rivers. Yingying and Yanyan have returned from the uncertain days, but they will stick to many returning songs.

There is always a life that makes people eager to live in innocence, and there is always pretentiousness in innocence that never gets tired of mental arithmetic.

The sleeves are forgotten to wear the breeze, and the spring passes into winter quietly in the face of spring.

The language of life gives the sunrise and sunset the reputation, and the true meaning of life accompanies the prosperity and prosperity of the world.

Seeing a legend through the ages, you can be content with the miracle of birth from afar.

I am worried about the connection with a city. From now on, I am not allowed to forget the safety of mountains and rivers.
Chapter completed!