The code of life

Spring is the code of life. She took a wisp of spring breeze blowing to the earth, she took a hint of warmth to the world, the arrival of the spring girl, to add a lot of warmth to the world.

It's like she has a beautiful harp that plays beautiful music after beautiful music. You listen, the frost on the snow mountain is disappearing a little bit, a little bit down the mountain flowing. The clatter of water that filled the wood was only part of the music. With her music, the animals began to recover from hibernation. Squirrels jumping up and down, frogs clamoring, and turtles poking their little heads out of their shells are all indispensable parts of this piece. They wake up in groups, one by one to enjoy the warmth.

What is the most attractive thing about spring? The light of the dawn or the dusk of the sunset. Neither. Is a delicate seed sprouting in the soil, is a strain of flowers, is a bud bud. The pink cherry blossoms fall slowly, giving people a sense of being in a fantasy. The trees, flowers and grass all danced around her, as if to welcome her. Wherever she walked, there were thin layers of mist gauze. He walked through the mist, giving the impression that he could not understand. The fog veil had cleared, leaving only a lively garden where she was no longer visible.

"South four hundred and eighty temple, how many floors in the rain." The continuous spring rain fell quietly, as if to celebrate her arrival. The rain wanted to streak across her face, but she was careful to avoid. She looked at the world she had created, how warm and beautiful it was. The continuous spring rain is still continuing, the gentle and delicate sound of rain spread throughout the whole world, like announcing the arrival of spring, like letting people all over the world know her existence.

But when people found spring and celebrated the season, she quietly left her best things for people. I walked in the quiet narrow stone road, greedy to absorb the fresh after the rain. The air was tinged with the fragrance of vegetation and the peculiar smell of earth. The spring breeze blew on my face and lifted the corner of my coat. This moment, as if time stood still general, quiet and profound. Rain after the rain across the tree rings, through the leaves of the meridian, quietly fell to my hand, head, poncho. I knew she was still here, betrayed by the wet flowers and fresh air.

I looked back to the corridor like the stone road, and looked at the endless sky, like in the aftertaste of the wonderful rain. This is the code for life!