Spring is the most anticipated and hopeful season.
It represents the hope of a year, the birth of a new life and the hope of a bumper harvest. The vitality of all things is nurtured in this touch of green and a little blush. Cut off the spring scenery and sweep away the haze in winter, so that peaches and plums are beautiful and spring scenery is all over the city.
The spring in Pengcheng is unique, which makes people feel full of spring, but it also brings unbearable humidity. "Returning to Nantian" is a common spring phenomenon in the Pearl River Delta region.
It seems that all night, the walls of the corridor are dripping, and it seems that someone deliberately splashed water. When I opened the window, moisture filled the room, and everything in the room was covered with water droplets. The air is so wet that water can be squeezed out.
Outside the window, the garden is full of spring breeze and spring flowers are blooming. Spring tides surge between mountains and seas, and the waves sing the tenderness of spring. The wet moisture was torn by scissors, turned into fog and wind, and flew around on the wings of Dapeng. Walking in the damp, my mood became warmer, and I threw my depressed mood to spring. Suddenly, the dark clouds dispersed.
Pengcheng's four seasons are not clear, there is no practical winter, and there is no sharp cold, so there is no contrast between cold and warm ups and downs, and spring is not so warm. Spring is like summer, where flowers are always in full bloom and grass is evergreen.
Watch the flowers bloom in the wet season and enjoy the spring scenery in the rain and fog. Walking lightly, singing and listening to the beautiful melody of spring stories, different spring, different feelings. The tender green is in bud, giving the trees new clothes of spring, and the flowers in full bloom in winter warmly embrace spring, which together paint a picture of spring for the young and dynamic special zone. It can't be said that the spring here is lovely, but she has a gentle and meaningful southern atmosphere.
As a sojourner in Pengcheng, I live here, intoxicated by the youthful atmosphere of the SAR, blue sky and white clouds, blue sea and red flowers. Trees are in full bloom, large green areas, kapok is tall and straight, and phoenix flowers are like clouds. The city is surrounded by flowers, like a drunken sea of flowers. I feel like a petal, floating around in the sky, insecure.
Flowers bloom and fall, and spring goes and returns.
The vast territory, the disparity between the four seasons in the north and the south, and different climate characteristics have shaped different spring scenes. While the south of China is singing and dancing, the north of China is still frozen on the cliff. A warm wind swept over the Loess Plateau, like a sharp scissors, cutting out countless willows and peach blossoms, and the spring breeze on the bank of the Yellow River was green. The poetry of "grass is close at hand, but there is nothing" sublimated in the process of catkin indus changing from gray to green. Peach blossom is brilliant, pear blossom is pretty, cauliflower is yellow, begonia is more enchanting, spring is in the branches, and spring tide is surging in the Central Plains.
Zhengzhou, located in the hinterland of the Yellow River, has four distinct seasons, and the spring scenery is unique here. Spring here is unique, usually stepping on the residual snow and stopping all the way, sometimes the wind helps the tender willow, and sometimes turning around and looking back at the residual winter. The cold current and warm current alternate, and the first warmth is still cold, which gave birth to the early spring.
Inadvertently, flowers and trees are lush, and the peony garden is like Yang Guifei, loved by 3,000 people in the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. She is elegant and luxurious. Standing in the middle of the garden, with the dignity and luxury of the East, the most poetic flowers are concentrated in the birthplace of the Yellow River, with graceful flowers and swaying trees.
"There is a lot of new green among the branches, and there is a little red in Xiao Lei." I don't know how many literati have dumped, and Haitang, who dares to compete with peony and vows to compete with flowers, has stepped onto the stage of the Spring Haitang Poetry Club again and again this season with its graceful posture and delicate temperament. The heart of a child, dyed with peach, is drunk in the sea of begonia, and I don't know where spring will return. When the purple phoenix tree tidbits ripple all over the city, the green city is full of flowers.
I like the spring in the Central Plains very much. It is clear, mellow, dynamic and warm. It has the charm of the ancient capital and the birthplace of the nation and always gives people nostalgia and aftertaste. Even if my roots are not here, this is where I live. I love the sauce purple and publicity of Chinese parasol flowers, and I love the coquettish Leng Yan of roses even more. When the red wall is full of thorns, a winter's loneliness accumulates in the heart, and the heart flag swings in an instant.
The most fascinating thing is the spring in Kanto. Although it's a little slow, it's full of amorous feelings.
Wind, the protagonist of black land spring. Strong wind is the main tone of spring and the normal state. As the saying goes, "there is wind every year, and spring comes in winter." The raging wind tossed and turned in the yellow, new and green, blowing open the peach blossom water and helping the bank to turn green. Only when the long earth wakes up from its deep sleep and stretches itself, from yellow to gray and from green to green, can spring sprout under the frozen soil.
The wind is the master of spring in Northeast China. Sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle. Sharpness can freeze bones, just as the old man summed up that "spring breeze can freeze bones." When you are tyrannical, you can tear off the asbestos shingles on the roof, and the thatch on the adobe house is torn off and thrown into the wilderness. When the sun be the spirit turns, the wind howls.
Open the door, the wind will blow tomorrow. Just like a skilled hairdresser, you can trim the latest and most wonderful hairstyles in the world. If you go out on a windy day, you don't need to deliberately modify your hair. The wind will immediately mess up your hair, mess it up, create explosions, mushroom head shapes, and even make you disheveled and ashamed. Spring in the northeast is a bit depressing, and the spring breeze is as fierce and hot as a woman in the northeast. I will slap you in the face, absorb water and change your skin color regardless of the willy-nilly.
The northeast of May is still late spring, and the land is lonely. Lilacs have become the messengers of spring there. If there is a clear willow flute in the distance; Catkin dances in front of the court, the old woman on the hillside turns yellow, the shepherd's purse turns green on the river bend, and garlic smiles. When the stream is singing and the cuckoo's cry resounds through the valley, it is the real spring in Northeast China.
The temperature in spring in northeast China is alternating between cold and warm, with both rigidity and softness. Sometimes gentle as water, sometimes thunderous. After several strong winds, the water in the field was drained, and it seldom rained and dried up, which became the normal state here. Seeds planted in the ground long for the moisture of spring rain. After a long winter, the vegetables stored in the first autumn have been exhausted. The mode of "Master of Bitter Springs" was officially opened, but the wild vegetables that grew on the banks of the river ditch emerged from the ground vigorously, green and lush, and became delicious on the table this season.
Traveling all over the country and enjoying the spring scenery, it is still the unforgettable spring in my hometown, which is slightly wild and somewhat capricious. The story of spring is intertwined with joy and bitterness, despair and hope, pregnant with youth and struggle, with meaningful artistic conception and lasting charm.
A pair of creative scissors cut out the picture of spring in the north and south of the Yangtze River. A wisp of spring breeze blows the grass flying inside and outside the Great Wall, frogs singing and birds singing, the melody of spring is melodious, with a touch of spring, and the streets and alleys are fragrant.