Prose: spring is equally divided, a curtain of misty rain, and half the city is covered with flowers.

Peach blossoms bloom in March, the time overlaps, and there are thousands of misty rains at the vernal equinox. The scenery that belongs only to spring has long been in the story of time.

The awning boat in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is also coming slowly, swinging its oars and crossing the white wall of Yamato's home in the flowing water of the small bridge. The picture scroll opens the spring in the south of the Yangtze River with spring breeze and green smoke.

Walking in the bluestone alley with apricot flowers and misty rain, I am looking forward to meeting a woman like lilac, walking through the lonely alley with an oil-paper umbrella, just to meet a touch of flowers and romance.

Spring is blooming, the silver bowl is full of snow, the spring is bright, white clothes are better than snow, and people are talking and laughing. In the spring time, there are rows of flowers, rows of falling flowers, peach blossoms and apricot blossoms, as well as faint fragrance and lingering sleeves in the poetry of time.

Sitting in the notebook of time, spring is a line of love poems spent by people, full of poetry, spring water, spring forest in full bloom, spring breeze ten miles, not as good as you, time to write the ink color of spring, until the years are long.

The vernal equinox is coming non-stop in the footsteps of solar terms. It is the gift of time, the surprise of flowers, the gentleness of the wind and the waiting of spring. This is a flower that never stops.

Spring is equally divided, the breeze is drizzling, a curtain of spring dreams, half of which are blooming with begonia and half of which are red, paving a spring wedding banquet, paving a warm water town in the south of the Yangtze River and paving a misty rain of life.

In the deep spring, the ceremony is like a dream, lush and piled up like a mountain. Clusters of flying flowers are provoked by stepping on the spring and covered with flowers. A lively flower cluster falls down, and there are bursts of flowers and tea fragrance everywhere.

In the depths of spring, it is a hundred flowers feast of nature. The city is full of flowers, graceful and graceful, with willows curling, buzzing butterflies dancing, holding a bunch of flowers and birds singing in the spring forest, intoxicated by this beautiful natural scenery.

In the depth of spring, apricot flowers fly with swift, rain flowers are not independent, wind blows flowers, touch the eyes, and tears are hazy. This rain is misty rain, tears and romantic petal rain.

Looking at such beautiful mountains and rivers in spring, my eyes will be misty. For the romance that can't be cried out, in this vibrant March, there is a trace of sadness, which is dizzy in the spring equinox with flowers and misty rain. There is waiting, there is expectation.

In the lush green of spring, take a bright flower with a touch of green dye and stick it in the years, loving each other and yearning for each other. The wind is light and the rain is soft. Looking back at the depths of time, we have already been covered with branches and filled with fragrance, and have already settled down in the picturesque spring.

Yu Zeng said: Life is a tree, quiet or warm, lonely or brilliant. The days are getting thicker and thicker in the rings of years, and those innocent, dancing or meditating souls are engraved with deep or shallow, thick or light marks in the bustling noise.

The world outside the window is full of flowers, sketched with ink, dipped with gouache and dyed with flowers, and the years pass gently like this.

In this cold and soft spring breeze, my thoughts are swaying with a kind of attachment, my eyebrows are low and I smell the flowers of time, revealing a kind of affectionate fragrance in the depths of time.

Time scrolls, eyebrows and eyes become books. Time goes to the vernal equinox, misty rain, falling flowers, spring willows, a red sentence, a green sentence, stacks of flower shadows, and the fragrance of green grass all the way. The vernal equinox coincides with wind and drizzle. Flowers are everywhere in the world, and spring water in a half pool is a flower city. Fog and rain darken thousands of people.