Entering April, people will always think of Bai Juyi's poem: "The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temples are beginning to bloom. I have always regretted that spring has nowhere to go, and I don't know where to turn." Although April in the world is full of beauty, the beauty is gone. Although, I still feel that April is like a beautiful girl, standing tall and graceful, exuding endless fragrance.
"In April in the countryside, there are few idle people, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields." April in the countryside is the busiest time for farmers. Look, in the fields, men are carrying plows and holding oxen. A square paddy field has been plowed neatly and neatly, and the green seedlings are waiting to be planted into the paddy field. The women hold hoes in their hands and walk bent over the thick green mulberry fields, loosening the soil here and catching insects there. Accompanied by their grandparents, children held kites and ran on the grain drying field. Bursts of laughter pierced the sky and echoed through April. It was such a lively scene.
"A few early orioles are vying for warmth in the trees, and the new swallows are pecking at the spring mud." The most beautiful thing is the sky in April. When you lower your head and are busy farming, suddenly you will hear bursts of chirping sounds passing above your head, which is so beautiful. The singing forces you to stop what you are doing and raise your head to take a look. It turns out to be flying swallows. They seem to understand your thoughts, so they deliberately swoop down from the sky and fly towards you. You were startled and hurriedly dodge, but they triumphantly swooped past you, circled around you, and then flew to the paddy field next to you, touching the water with their light wings. Suddenly, there were ripples in the water, which was very beautiful. At this time, you are both funny and angry: naughty swallow!
"April is clear and the rain suddenly clears, and Nanshan is clearly turning around. There are no catkins due to the wind, only sunflowers leaning towards the sun." The rain in April is soft, with strands of silk strands, like shuttles, falling gently on the trees. On the ground, on the flowers, on the grass, the flowers, plants and trees are like drunken men, spitting out pearls on their petals and leaves, each one crystal clear. When a breeze blows, the pearls sway, as if every life is in rhythm. The sunshine after the rain is also soft. The warm and faint light shines on the villages, the fields, the rivers and the mountains. In an instant, it is dyed into an ink painting, which is so amazing!
"The dew hangs down to drink the clear dew, and the sound of the flowing trees flows out of the sparse tung trees." The early cicada in April has also strummed the strings of the piano and sang softly on a short tree. I remember when I was a child, I was reading in the study room. Suddenly I heard a harsh noise outside the window. I followed the sound and saw a black elf with red patterns on its wings screaming hard on the small persimmon tree in the yard. My mother said it was the "bride bug", which would send blessings to every bride who got married. When she said this, my mother looked at me with a smile. At that time, I had the concept of "bride" in my heart, so I longed to grow up quickly and be a happy bride.
Walking into April, the mountains, the water, the people, the things, the flowers, and the grass all formed a picture of "clear water brings out hibiscus, and nature removes the carvings". It's so beautiful!