Spring's Affection
Spring is arriving softly.
The grass beneath my feet is secretly turning green, the willow buds are quietly peeking out, the wheat seedlings are stretching languidly, eagerly gazing at the azure sky, and golden primroses are proudly blooming in the chilly, warming wind. A flock of wild geese forms a 'human' formation, soaring across the vast expanse of the sky…
I stood in the spring morning, greedily breathing in the first breath of spring. Spring is like a newborn child, before I've even had a chance to stroke it, it's impatiently growing day by day.
I stood in the spring evening, quietly listening to the sounds of flowers blooming, the swaying of willow branches, the growth of wheat seedlings, and the blooming of primroses.
On the opposite hillside, a young girl, who was previously sitting and singing mountain songs while herding sheep, had shed her thick sheepskin coat and high sheepskin boots, and instead wore a light-colored dress. Her graceful figure firmly held my gaze, and my heart suddenly flowed like a thawing mountain spring, softly playing a beautiful piece of high mountain stream music, the stream flowed and gurgled.
I saw her tender, watery eyes, drifting across the long valley, and I heard the rhythmic sound of the shepherd's whip accompanying her beautiful song, carried by the wind, seeping into my skin, permeating my soul. The playful sheepdogs affectionately leaned at her feet, clinging to her skirt.
The wind carries a sense of happiness, spreading across the hillside in that orchard, blossoming thousands of peach trees.
White sheep, green hillside, pink peach blossoms, clear streams, beautiful girls, decorated the warm spring with a beautiful picture.
Spring is a season for love to grow, spring is a season for the heart to open, love and spring are destined!
