#春日茶会# April to me is like a devil and an angel in one lover. As soon as she came into the world, I forgot about myself and looked for every opportunity to get entangled with her. I was willing to wear my clothes wider and look haggard. In the dead of night, she directed the frogs and cuckoos to perform a gala. The frogs' sounds poured into the ear drums from all directions, magnificent and powerful, just like background music; Keeps me awake. At dawn, she encouraged the sparrows and magpies to hold a wonderful talk show on the green tree in front of my window. The chirping of birds rolled down from the branches and floated into the window like withered petals. It was endless. Its charm made me feel tired and traumatized when I woke up. I jumped up desperately and threw myself into its arms...

I walked by the pond. The pool water in April is cool and warm, considerate, and carefully protects the nests of tadpoles without parents feeling distressed. Maybe the water in the pool is like a gentle mother, smiling and letting them swim around. Maybe there are many partners, and the games are so interesting. The tadpoles with round heads and slender tails are all happy and naughty. When they gather together in a group, it is like the night converges and hides here at the dawn; when it forms a group, it is like the ink used by Wang Xizhi to practice calligraphy being poured into the pond one inkstone by a naughty child. The tendency of ponds to become ink ponds. Three or five green lotus leaves, like a plate or a lamp, float melancholy on the water, nodding frequently to the rhythm of the breeze's breathing, as if telling something to the tadpoles in the water; a pointed little lotus tree is like a calf. The horns stick out of the water, lonely and deserted. The breeze kissed her, and the birds called her. She curled up stubbornly, worried, and refused to show her face and smile. Is she waiting for a date destined to happen in her previous life? Can she wait until the tadpole grows up and becomes a frog prince, calling her with thousands of affectionate words, then her smile will shine and her skirt will fly? Are the lotus leaves spread out in advance to pave a path so that the prince who may be lost can accurately find the destination of his soul?

Just as he was wondering, a tired but happy yellow hen came swaggering towards him with a group of fluffy chicks and a few ducklings. The chicks are smart and lively. Sometimes they look around and shout, looking very happy and curious. Sometimes they peck pretentiously on the tips of the tender grass, then shake their little heads and flap their wings, looking very intoxicated. The ducklings, so naive, waddled closely behind the hen, seemingly unable to leave for a moment. But when they passed a puddle, they all stopped, stretched their necks, spread their wings, and raised their anthuriums. Want to take a dip in the water. At this moment, I understood Xiaohe's heart: she was worried about the tadpoles. Before they became princes, they would face disaster at any time: greedy ducks, hungry birds, ignorant hands, big-mouthed fish... No one could resolve the frenzy of He's mind, so her eyebrows were furrowed and she was infinitely sad; even if she unfolded it, it also had a profound meaning - trying her best to block the bird's gaze, fetter the duck's footsteps, and buy time for the tadpole to escape!

I walked through the woods, and every tree happily sucked in the wind and drank the dew, stretched out its branches and leaves, and felt the infinite warmth of the universe. Each of the non-flowering trees is like a goblet, filled with fresh green nectar of life, waiting for people to sip; each one is like a torch held high, burning with green flames, releasing the passion of life. ; Each tree is like a powerful music box, tinkling and flowing with wonderful music: the sound of dewdrops suddenly falling to the ground, the sound of salad when the breeze blows through the treetops, the affectionate sound of birds. Full of murmurs and long, mellow calls...

Here, the leaves shine in the eyes, the birds sing in the ears, the wind follows the heart, and the dripping spring rain jumps to the locust branches and refuses to drip anymore. The moonlight hangs on the locust tree branches and refuses to wander any more. The wandering white clouds rest on the locust tree branches and refuses to wander any more. Of course, Mother Nature, who dotes on her children, will not go against their wishes. With a wave of the magic wand, the raindrops solidify and the moonlight condenses. The white clouds broke into pieces, hanging between the branches and shining in the green leaves.

Not only that, she also tied her fragrant sachet around their waists, which made me want to go. I looked up for a long time, my neck became stiff; I breathed greedily for a long time, and I didn’t know the smell of meat for a long time; Stay, each hair tip is covered with sophora incense, and the two sleeves and even the trouser legs are filled with sophora incense. On the way back, bees chased me closely, and colorful butterflies surrounded me, shouting in front of me and swarming behind me. It was a grand scene.

The originally bare sycamore trees have made great aspirations since the first snowfall last year: to devote themselves to cultivation and dedicate themselves to the Buddha. From then on, it ignored fame and wealth, downplayed suffering, and its heart was completely empty. The wind is warm, and his heart feels like still water; the grass is green, but he turns a blind eye; the swallows are coming, but he is indifferent; the willows are flying, and he is unaware. However, the wind did not give up, and used the gentlest and most beautiful voice in the world to call him; the grass did not lose heart, and used the mud as paper and self as words, and composed one article after another full of whimsical thoughts and surprises. The beautiful poem about heaven and earth weeping ghosts and gods moved him; Yan was not depressed, and organized world-class New Year concerts one after another, which infected him; Liu Rourou smiled, her long hair and clothes fluttered, and she danced one song after another. The song can stop the dancing clouds and flowing water, just like the Wutong, which can dance without breaking the precept...

The Wutong can no longer control it, and does not care about spreading its branches and leaves. The head crackled, and clusters of lavender-yellow flowers burst out. The flower is shaped like a trumpet and has a thick texture. It loudly broadcasts to all directions the kindness and peace of the wind, the wisdom and orchid quality of the grass, the peerless talent of the bird, and the warmth and affection of the world... The sound turns into a strong fragrance, entwining the treetops, absorbing the soul, and lasting forever. Don’t dissipate...

I wandered in the woods, and really wanted to stand like a tree, hold hands with them, shoulder to shoulder, welcome the rising sun together in the day, and enjoy the sunshine; review history and comment at night Current events, let your thoughts run wildly under the stars, five thousand years up and down, and eighty thousand miles across. If I am not qualified, then let me become a patch of wild wormwood, a patch of wild wormwood that is lucky enough to be clustered under the knees of a tree. In spring, its tender green seedlings set off their majestic and majestic appearance, and their commanding heroic spirit; Leaves, praising their extraordinary endurance and perseverance; Autumn interprets their love and admiration for heaven and earth with bright yellow flowers and strong fragrance; I will grow old in winter and use the broken branches and leaves to fertilize the soil under their feet... ...If I am not qualified enough, please God turn me into a humble bush of grass under the tree. I will stay awake and listen to the majestic and heroic duet between them and the thunder when the rain blows and the wind blows, the wind and the sun They spoke passionately and happily to each other, their humorous and wise insights when debating with the birds, their outpouring of gratitude when they bowed their heads to the clear springs and fertile soil...

I walked from the ridge Walked by. The fields in April are gradually maturing, looking mysterious and solemn. Mai Miao has transformed from a slender and agile girl to an expectant mother with firm breasts and protruding belly, quiet and serene, filled with maternal tenderness; Rapeseed is no longer bright and beautiful, and is getting married one after another, taking off heavy makeup and dressing plainly. Focus on raising children. They were smart and went against the grain, hiding the fetus in tiny green pods outside the body, and letting it lean on the mother's body one by one, pointing diagonally at the blue sky. Their elegant posture always reminded people of the unparalleled elegance of rapeseed flowers and the moon.

I am wandering on the beach. "Broken Copper Coin" has just overthrown Xiaocao's throne and achieved hegemony. They are just a kind of wild vegetable, with thin stems holding three round leaves the size of fingernails, which seems a bit overwhelmed by the heavy load. The word "broken" betrays their humble and humble origins, but "the princes, generals, and ministers are quite capable"! With the help of several spring rains, they attacked the city frantically, almost swallowing up all the pedestrian paths.

At this moment, they were so proud and proud. In order to let history remember this great achievement, they put pink and white flowers like hydrangeas the size of fingers one after another, sticking out the green leaves, acting as microphones, and speaking to the solemn people. The universe broadcasts their struggle history over and over again. Wandering on the beach, my blood was boiling with enthusiasm, and I was determined to write an article in the book of life that would never give up.

I walked by the river bank.

I know how much Liu Shui wants to stop his hurried pace and realize his long-cherished wish: to sing antiphonally with the birds and fight for three hundred rounds; to watch the wild flowers compete for beauty and guess who can win the court; I know that he also wants to ask the little girl on the shore to Cao asked Brother Cao and Sister Cao how far it was to the sea; he also wanted to discuss with me how happy it would be to "fight for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons", "I'm just afraid of the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi, How sad it is that "cannot carry many sorrows", how heroic "a single reed is like a vast expanse of confusion", how spectacular "a stormy wave cracks the shore and rolls up thousands of piles of snow". However, he tried his best to restrain his desires and did not dare to act willfully: in that case, he would overflow the embankment, and the flowers and plants would be in bad luck. How could he seek temporary pleasure in order to achieve success, but bring endless pain to others? Where is the pain? So, he extinguished all kinds of whims and continued his ascetic journey...

When April comes, I lose my freedom; in her will, the only thing I can do is to rush out of the study. , Running towards her with a smile, even if heaven and earth are united, I dare not break up with you!