With "April Day on Earth" as the theme, no less than 600 words.

In foggy March, there was a heavy rain, which annihilated all the illusions of sunny days. Time passed quickly, leaving a misty rain. In March, I have been waiting for a flower to bloom. After all, this season is suitable for wet mood growth.

April, with the chill of March, fell into my time and space without warning. The flower season came so fast that I was caught off guard. What is even more puzzling is that the flower I want has already ended my life.

April, the season of spring blossoms, the heart that should be stable is restless. I want to leave, perhaps because I stubbornly made this decision, indifferent to everything around me, and indifferent to many things. My friend texted me that she was going to see cherry blossoms. I remember two years ago, he sent me a photo of cherry blossoms in Jiaotong University. Incredibly beautiful, a breeze, petals falling, people under the tree are cold and lonely.

I have never seen a sea of flowers that flooded the whole time and space, nor have I felt the joy of petals falling from my shoulders. I can't integrate myself into the painting, but I like to turn the invisible scenery into a painting with a faint artistic conception.

I like dusk, especially at sunset. I often fantasize about such a scene. When the sun sets, the clouds lengthen the scale of dusk, and the sky dyed in a large area changes from quiet beauty to tranquility, just like from cardamom to dusk. The branches shattered the sunset and sprinkled it on the street. The breeze blew off pieces of cherry blossoms, and the fine sunset shone on the petals. The path in the shade of the tree became romantic.

I even thought there was a girl in the painting, seventeen or eighteen years old, walking slowly along the cherry blossom path, wearing a water-green knee-length chiffon dress, beige lace-up sandals, neatly ponytailed hair, petite and slim, with a baby face. I carry a dark red backpack, wear headphones, move my lips and sing softly. I think this picture must be very harmonious. "Ding Rinrin-"The ringing bicycle bell rang behind the girl, and a bicycle sped past the girl, with the wind blowing the water-green skirt. The girl looked at the initiator and saw a skirt flash by in front of her eyes.

The picture stopped. I hit my head and stopped. This is just your imaginary youth. Your youth is too pale to leave a memory, and you are old.

Youth is blank, and I have long forgotten what kind of life I am looking for. My friend said to see cherry blossoms, and I went to see cherry blossoms at the gate of my middle school. The memory of middle school is very long, but I don't remember planting cherry blossoms at the gate of middle school. I said I wanted to see peach blossoms and kapok.

It suddenly occurred to me that I had been asked many times. Why is it called kapok?

Half-borrowed and half-changed to kapok and wrote a poem: "crimson beads float in the dust, dark green shadows hang in the sky, and trees are red for a long time, but they lose their English." I like red, I like unruly personality, I like the incompleteness of kapok leaves that don't meet, I like the stubbornness of kapok, I like the heroism of kapok, and I like it to die in the most beautiful posture.

There is a kapok tree in front of the office. One day, I accidentally saw it blossom. There are several enchanting reds on the lush trees. There is an unorganized pattern and a messy picture. This is inappropriate, but it really makes me feel her maverick. The original irritability caused by work disappears instantly. I should think for myself.

My friend asked me why I want to see peach blossoms. Why peach blossoms? It's actually quite simple. I just miss my college days. I remember that in the second semester of my sophomore year, in March, my dormitory sisters and I planted five peach trees in the open space behind Building B of the teaching building. Peach trees are crooked, and I even thought they would not live. However, in the spring of my junior year, I saw a beautiful peach blossom and a peach tree died quietly. There is a peach garden behind graduation photo, a senior student. I asked my third sister, who is still in graduate school, if the peach trees we planted have blossomed. Third sister said that there is a bigger peach forest behind building B, and you can see a sea of flowers in spring. The peach trees we planted were submerged in the forest, and we couldn't tell which one was our own.

Wandering time hides many secrets and dilutes many memories. In April this year, I was a little lazy, and my life was dull, but I was also worried. I wanted to take a long vacation for myself, really enter a sea of flowers, and complete a trip to Qian Shan by myself.

Suddenly I feel that this April is so beautiful!

If the flower in my heart is in full bloom, I think it will be more beautiful!