can spring be far behind!

Mist from 8 PM about less than 10 minutes, a day of air to rain. Night, so not peace wiom infant formula.

Children are playing in the yard of the neighbor's, still as usual bird chirp, cheering ran into the house, shouted as he ran, "mom, mom, it's raining!" The rain is not big, but also not unhurried way. In a short time, their businesses on empty lots that were out of the yard, have a large confronted by the rain, and then becomes a layer of little by little, thin, like I was a child and old people often say that wet land. The peach blossom in March 2015 in the rain, so a low profile and do not break lavishly entered people's field of vision, also was in spring and a prelude wiom infant formula.

Yes, spring rain, always so poetic. Don't like the summer rain so grumpy, speaking to, let a person not prepared for, and sometimes make up to, thunder lightning qi for backup, imposing, aggressive. Also don't like autumn rain so indecisive, trickling rain, make person sadness, the sorrow of parting, affects the sad, but increase sorrow. Spring rain, gentle, gentle, so relaxed, discretion, let a person find the scenery pleasing to both the eye and the mind. Don't noisy, don't entangled, do not wriggle, quiet, clean, soothing, tapping on the road, with rhythm, the land, in the field. As a nature of divas plays light music, beautiful melody, but the noise of the earth and impetuous, a quiet, steadfast, drunk wiom 2.

No summer rain to be annoyed, no late autumn rain is so cold out, spring rain, let a person can't help gives birth to the infinite love. I want to walk into the rain, walked into the living the notes one by one. The rain gently hit on the head, face, like the wind, and like a mother loving hand, loving touch my hair.

Oh, that is the spring rain in the world?

An incredible! I had spent in the busy travelling to nine to five ordinary life, every day in the office of the whirl, the struggle between gyroscope has how many time don't know if we have change, has been changing seasons? How many days did not walk through the street, step by step, measure the gap between ideal and reality, calmly, slowly realized that the years flow? Remember still yesterday, on his way to work sitting in a step-by-step on the bus, saw the river at a distance of willow branches hanging long, dancing in the breeze, let the lonely for a whole winter stream happy joy into a pale green scenery.

Also is in yesterday, in a hurry, of an afternoon on that for a leisure to relax, I came across the yard outside the apricot tree, as if overnight, all the flower buds have been happily to bloom, delicate and charming the warm and full of branches, also enchanting silence is golden roof, vivid the house quietly accompany. And today, tonight, I was attracted by a spring rain, in the familiar streets, I am surprised to find that, originally I don't know what time, have a tree a tree flowers! Pale pink? Pure white?

Freely, wantonly in bloom. In the backdrop of the street, in the rain of the air, smoke fog. I stood in the rain, just looking at, suddenly want to if, time can slowly, slowly again, stay for a while at this moment, it would be great! I can enjoy the beauty's well. But I know it's just wishful thinking. One way of the car one after another, as if to warn me, time is so quietly passed. Since I do not leave the footsteps of time, so I can always, as she left a investigation of hokage, for free days in the future, let's black and white memories, reduction in every taste and chew on bright color and fresh and delicious.

Think like this, I quickly open the phone, adjust the best condition, from different angles, filmed the patter of street view, of course, the protagonist in the lens is that each flowering trees. When I approached, the flowers, clear is handsome, zhizhi were blossoming doo-yan, pale pink, white, golden, half-open, who also not to be outdone, in the rain, in the light, so pure and fresh and free from vulgarity, provoking flow for love. Next to the flower such as kam, careless wutong, still hung lazily that few wobbly yellow leaves, as if to keep the size of last winter, in his view, anyway, can spring be far behind!