Forsythia flowers (Life Essays)

2022-05-24 0 By

With a light wand in your hand, you tiptoe close to a woman’s pillow, close to her red lips in your dreams.Flowers are spring flowers, heart is the heart of spring.But you are determined to do a clump of trees, unlike the spring jointing into rattan, climbing high branches, winding around.A cluster of forsythia, bathed in the warmth of spring sun and the tenderness of spring breeze, quietly blossomed on the light brown branches.A flower, a branch, a tree.Four petals of yellow flowers, like the night sky twinkling stars, dotted in the spring girl’s skirt.Flowers, is from the soul cry, in response to the life of the jungle, the vitality of life suddenly burst out.Roots are the prayers for the spread of the soul, throbbing from the heart, interpreting the connotation of spring.You never expect to grow into towering trees, but with the spring abide by the mission of spring;Never complain about life in low place, just want to bloom the dream of gold.Give you a wisp of spring breeze, can let life sway incense;Give you a drop of spring rain, can nourish the barren heart.The snow and ice in winter can’t cool your longing for spring.The cold wind, can not stifle your willful life.Every spring is full of your unyielding surging;Each petal fragrance, is the heart of talk.You use a simple and uniform Ming Yan, cut the haze of the earth;You light up the beautiful spring with a light chant of poetry.With a light wand in your hand, you tiptoe close to a woman’s pillow, close to her red lips in your dreams.