First Encounter in Early Spring
The wind in March is a soft whisper, passing through the valley, carrying the fragrance of the soil, singing and laughing all the way, and coming to our window. The sun seems to have just woken up, lazily falling on the eaves, like accidentally falling a piece of golden veil.
Sunny Path
I like the path in spring. It is always covered with light shadows, accompanied by wild flowers, and occasionally fallen leaves lie quietly, as if listening to the birds singing in the distance. The new green on the treetops is as bright as glass. When the breeze blows, it begins to sway gently, telling its secrets.
Time by the River
In the morning, I walked to the river and watched the river flow slowly. The sky reflected in the water was light blue, and occasionally a few white clouds floated slowly. Time seemed to be silently slowed down here, and only the laughter of children in the distance reminded me that all this was real.
Spring Treasures
The beauty of spring is light and sweet. Those inadvertent moments are what I want to grasp most. They will not be strong because of the blooming flowers, nor will they become dim because of a light rain. It is a delicate and gentle existence, always able to fall into the heart lake inadvertently and create ripples.
I always feel that the most unique charm of spring is that it teaches us how to discover small beauties and how to cherish these fleeting precious moments.