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Willow time is like electricity, and in the blink of an eye it is March, and the spring girl casts seeds in the moist land to make spring more beautiful and lovely.

Walking by the river, you can see rows of willow trees planted in the ground, like a small team.

A river that was already very beautiful is decorated by this lovely willow tree, just like a painting. The painting shows a crystal clear river with rows of willow trees on its banks. The branches are long and thin.

There are several freshly pulled willow leaves on the willow branches. The leaves were tender and small. The leaves are raindrop-shaped, tender green in color, and some of the larger leaves are emerald green.

There are many, many notes on the willow tree, and I can't count them. It's like Sister Liu's hair. The wind blew her hair and floated in the air, as if it was about to fly up.

The willows of this team are neatly blown by the wind, and they will not be messed up again. The beautiful sister Liu is also beautiful. Her mirror was pressed against her hair; Her comb blows on her hair, and there's always a very comfortable feeling.

It's all so beautiful and so refreshing. The willow branches clinging to the quiet surface of the river, setting off small waves in circles, making people unconsciously intoxicated in this dreamlike realm. I said to myself, draw a picture!

So I was going to paint a painting of "Spring Willows". This spring willow should be painted as many as the willow trees I saw, just as beautiful, and as neat.

"Willow":

All the trees are drawn with "dots", except for the willows, which are drawn with "lines".

Other trees always have flowers or fruits, but only willows, which are blankly scattered with useless white floc.

The other trees are tightly packed messages, only willows, which are sparsely knotted ropes.

Other trees are suitable for flower arrangement or decoration, only willows, suitable for the folding willows of Baling.

The willow is almost outdated, the willow is almost old, and the willow has no practical value - except beauty. The willow tree is not a craftsman's tree, it is a poet's tree, a lover's tree. The willows are becoming more and more scarce, and every time I see a willow, I stare nervously with bated breath - I am afraid that one day I will forget the willows.

I'm afraid that one day I will read Bai Juyi's "Where is the spring first, there is a thought, Liu is powerless Wei Wang Ti", or Wei Zhuang's "Eye Smoke Desert Willow Yu" will have to go to the dictionary.

The willow tree can never create a forest, it is destined to be a plant on the embankment, and some things, it is useless to turn the dictionary, what kind of annotation makes us understand the willow of Su Causeway, combing the spring breeze in Jiangfu's February day, how the willow of Sui Causeway is as lush and beautiful as a heavy curtain of smoke and jade.

The willow silk strips are accustomed to reaching into the water, to entangle the quiet clouds and moonlight in the water. It often skillfully catches a complete water moon, and its technique is much more subtle than Li Bai's.

There are countless leaf buds called "green eyes" hidden on the soft strips of the spring willows, and those eyes will spurt out a few veins of green leaves when they open casually, and within a few days, all the grain-like green eyes are disassembled. Some people suspect that there are gems at the foot of the roots of the rainbow, but I always suspect that there are emeralds under the roots of the willow trees - otherwise, what if the willow tree is asked to absorb so much pure turquoise?

This is Zhang Xiaofeng's prose, I also like literature, but I can't write such a good article myself, hehe.

I've always loved willows.

Love the willow tree because it is the most spiritual. One day, walking on the gray and sleeping earth for a winter, you will suddenly find a light green not far away. That's the surprise of the willow tree.

When you get closer, you can see that there are countless small, tender and lovely willow buds growing happily. At this moment, your mood will suddenly brighten: Ah, spring is coming!

You can take off your heavy winter clothes and put down everything in your hands to go green!

I once read in a book that if you get lost in the jungle, you can get out of the jungle by following the willow tree. Because the willow tree is the first to turn green in spring, and it is the last to turn yellow in autumn. Where the willow trees are lined up, there will be living water, and the water will flow out of the mountains, so if you follow it to the river, you will find it home.

This common sense gave me an epiphany: the willow tree is like a mother.

I was particularly fascinated by the willow trees lining the river, their long branches hanging down from the high canopy like a waterfall, dancing in the breeze, like a woman with a variety of charms, graceful and graceful. The charm of the wind swinging willows, the kind of calm and calm stretching, revealing a thick feminine beauty. I also like the willow tree that is slanted out and bent, with thick and thick nodules, she is like a strong woman who has experienced vicissitudes, leaning on the water, and her long branches gently brush the water, causing layers of ripples.

I like the softness of the willow tree, and I like her strength even more, even in a harsh environment, she still stands upright. The nodules formed by the broken branches of the willow tree are the most difficult places to cut into, and her arrogance is also the most admirable. Whenever I see it, I always stop and stare at it, in awe.