We this northward small town did not have numerous Hua Shijin in May, very beautiful flowers, peach blossom Chun Gong already withered, apricot spends whiteness to also fall, charged two many months, after solution is sealed, we walk out of a door, blow on the face and the green meaning that those who come is eyeful. Qing Qingliu is lubricious, although common is visible, but free to just be being obtained us, it is the awaken of spring of rare. That momently, I feel the willow in wind resembles is an old friend with long already expect, the smile is filled with, see me, making call enthusiasticly: "Hey, disappeared for ages, are you not bad? " the willow in memory is so small jasper, natural and graceful. In brilliant former days spring scenery, people often has a special liking to blossomming tree, to the willow turn a blind eye to by the path. And the epidemic situation of an arise suddenly, let us be full of to all common however devoir and have deep love for.
我们这座北方的小城在五月没有繁花似锦，姹紫嫣红，桃花春红已谢，杏花洁白也落，封控了两个多月，解封后，我们走出家门，扑面而来的就是满眼的绿意。青青柳色，虽寻常可见，但对于刚刚获得自由的我们而言，是不可多得的春意。那一刻，我感觉风中的柳树像是一位守候已久的老朋友，笑意盈盈，一见到我，便热情地打着招呼：“嗨，好久不见了，你还好吗？”记忆中的柳树就是这样小家碧玉，又落落大方。在往日烂漫的春色中，人们往往对开花的树情有独钟，对道旁的柳树视而不见。而一场突如其来的疫情，却让我们对一切的寻常充满敬意与热爱。
Familiar alley both sides is the poplar with exuberant branches and leaves, leaf viridescence is exuberant, sway in wind. This is me commute everyday surely the road of classics, here has my track, have my laugh, also have the reflection of my become silent. Poplar Xie Yiru is erst, hitting metre with small palm, hum singing lively song. After solution is sealed, she no longer doleful. On alley, have the old person that supports sb with hand each other slowly had gone, it is completely in the look be in love with to what this green turns over emerging spring. The little boy that is driving a car was scattered joyous like run quickly ahead, resembling is in the force that one instant is about to save two months ground of a head is released, "Following wind to run is direction freely, angle thunder and the force of lightning... " this moving air has with respect to the echo suddenly in the heart, with the leaf that this Yue moves, deduce together with this lively child. Now and then, 9 youths that walk fast had gone hurriedly, strong and vigorous form is more forceful in this spring scenery, be like this one a straightforward and tall poplar, let a person experience the good magnificent of life and flourishing. Perhaps, they are the footsteps that chasing time, seal the thing that there are a lot of their inaccessible although within sights in the day that charge, now, step on the metre of move spring, their travel at double speed and into, pursue the poem that belongs to them and distance.
熟悉的小路两旁是枝叶繁茂的杨树，树叶青绿繁茂，在风中摇曳。这是我每天上下班的必经之路，这里有我的脚印，有我的笑声，也有我静默的思考。杨树叶一如往昔，用小小的手掌打着节拍，哼唱着欢快的歌。解封以后，她不再寂寞了。在小路上，有相互搀扶的老人缓缓走过，目光中满是对这绿色翻涌的春天的爱恋。骑着小车的小男孩撒了欢似的向前奔，像是在一刹那就要将两个月积蓄的力量一股脑地释放出来，“随风奔跑自由是方向，追逐雷和闪电的力量……”心中蓦地就回响起这动人的旋律，与这悦动的树叶，与这活泼的孩子一起演绎。偶尔，有一两个健步如飞的青年匆匆走过，矫健的身影在这春色中更加挺拔，就如这一棵棵笔直而颀长的杨树，让人感受到生命的美好瑰丽与欣欣向荣。也许，他们是在追赶时间的脚步吧，封控的日子里有许多他们可望而不可即的事情，而今，踩着春的节拍，他们兼程而进，追寻属于他们的诗与远方。
In the park, deep depth is shallow green resemble a spoondrift, beating, fluttering, in the dream that weaving beauty. One clump Cong Xiaoguan the verdure of Mu Hun body, look far, resemble the flower that is tuft bunch verdure, bright all the more below the set off of blue sky moving. A few brawny elm leaf are deep green, elm money also become withered and yellow, but their serious like expression old person is in with grave and affectionate dialect small to those floret grass people the affliction that telling about experience of this small town and happiness, a few magpie also come in succession, lightsome dwell falls in branch, silently listen respectfully is different the story of common. Ascend the stairs to young lovers, they wear the sportswear of rich vigor, at the same time up ascend, talk cheerfully and humourously at the same time. One dresses up so that the little girl agitato of be gorgeously dressed is blowing hubble-bubble, still making the little boy of another scamper about from time to time: "Look quickly, my hubble-bubble, but good-looking! " the boy is not interested in this hubble-bubble apparently, his look falls very quickly on the kite that flies on the sky to the top of one's bent. I also look up gazing at, the kite that who puts be? Those who fly is so tall, those who fly is so satisfied, resembling is " long in bird cage, regain return nature " bird, breathing fresh air carefreely, flapping freelyingly wing, as if to be an organic whole with be in harmony of blue sky, greenery.
公园里，深深浅浅的绿像一朵朵浪花，在跳动，在飞舞，在编织着美丽的梦。一丛丛小灌木浑身的翠绿，远远望去，像是一簇簇翠绿的花，在蓝天的映衬下格外鲜亮动人。几棵粗壮的榆树叶子深绿，榆树钱儿也变得枯黄，但他们像神情庄重的老人在以低沉而深情的语调对那些小花小草们讲述着这座小城经历的苦难与幸福，几只喜鹊也纷纷赶来，轻盈地栖落在枝头，静静地聆听不同寻常的故事。一对年轻的情侣拾级而上，他们都身着富有活力的运动装，一边向上攀登，一边谈笑风生。一个打扮得花枝招展的小女孩兴奋地吹着泡泡，还时不时地叫着另一个蹦蹦跳跳的小男孩：“快看，我的泡泡，可好看了！”男孩显然对这泡泡并不感兴趣，他的目光很快就落在了天空上的尽情飞翔的风筝上。我也抬头凝望着，是谁放的风筝啊？飞的这么高，飞的这么惬意，像是“久在樊笼里，复得返自然”的鸟儿，畅快地呼吸着清新的空气，自如地拍打着翅膀，仿佛与蓝天、绿树融为一体。
River bank, beautiful thing already passed, the viridescence that cultivates only and responsory of ground of Jiang Shuimo agree. One Jiangchun water, not urgent not delay ground is flowing, hold the post of a flower to blossom wither, cloud cirrus easy, she still the song that him move likes sing opera arias. Is the greenery that this one tree cultivates also such? What did not spend is gorgeous, starless brights, they still the poem in silently compose heart goes. Snow of rain of hardships of a journey or of one's life, shade fine circle is short of, emerald green viridescence is then thick green, deep green shallow green bright green, blossom naturally, greatly square square ground is vocal, it is clear that the world has taste joyous. Then, I am willing to lower one's head fine smell, that tuft viridescence.
江畔，花事已过，只有一树一树的青绿与江水默契地唱和。一江春水，不急不缓地流动着，任花开花谢，云卷云舒，她依然清唱着自己喜欢的歌。这一树树的绿叶不也是如此吗？没有花的绚烂，没有星的璀璨，她们依然默默地谱写心中的诗行。风霜雨雪，阴晴圆缺，那翠绿青绿浓绿，深绿浅绿亮绿，就这样自自然然地绽放，大大方方地歌唱，人间有味是清欢。于是，我愿意低头细嗅，那一簇青绿。
This viridescence, taste taste again, the aftertaste is boundless. Live to answer originally such.
只此青绿，一品再品，回味无穷。生活本应如此。