Chunxiao traveled far, and Dewdrop lay on the grass and trees in front of and behind the house, lying still not awake.

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Stepping on the road wet with night dew, the morning air is slightly cool. The person beside me is my mother. Behind him was a three-year-old yellow dog, who followed briskly, not leaving. Passing through the earth temple at the head of the village, bowing down and bowing twice, during the time when you are not at home, may your family be safe and the land will be harvested. Bow down and say goodbye.

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Traveling far is always a melancholy thing. But only in spring, this melancholy can be diluted by the breath of flowers blooming all the way in the distance.

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Travel to Yichun. Flowers are blooming everywhere, grass is green, and I feel that the world is not empty, but that the whole world is full of scenery. On the road, I saw the spring in the corner of the house, the branches and leaves were swirling, and the yellow flowers were brilliant, like the rays of the sun. Spring is so warm. Taking the car from the town to the county seat, I saw the peaches and apricots in the front yard of the family, the red flowers were blooming, and the red mist was misty. There is hope in my heart for no reason, hoping that after I leave home, the peach and apricot flowers in front of the house will bloom generously and show them to my mother.

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Go to the big city. On the way to sleep in the train, hard bed or hard seat, fall asleep in the sound of the clack of the rails. I had a dream at night, dreaming of a girl at the entrance of the village, saying goodbye to me; I woke up in the morning and looked out of the train window, and the plum blossoms on the hillside were in full bloom. The plum blossom is like the smiling face of a girl, which is what a woman looks like when she is not married.

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Wherever spring comes, flowers bloom everywhere. Where the flowers bloom are like hometown. Which flower is so familiar, like a woman's smile.

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Watch the flowers spread on the ground, blue, purple, and yellow; watch the flowers climb the tall branches, red, pink, and white. The flowers are prosperous and the spring is brilliant, which makes people more confident for no reason, and feels that life should be like this, so vigorous, so atmospheric, and gradually forget the melancholy when leaving home.

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Spring is just right. Wherever you stop, you can start solemnly. Go to the grassland, the grassland turns green, the sheep are just right, and the whip is loud. Go to the plain, the soil paste has been moistened, you can turn the soil for spring ploughing, and the iron plow is bright. Go to the city, bring the breath of spring from the countryside into the city, and lose the vitality of the countryside to the lonely city. Like water supply, it feeds into criss-cross streets and buildings with scattered heights. Just like irrigating crops, cities also turn green.

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Spring is the first season of resurrection after breaking free from the old growth rings, a new season. A long journey is an action to break out of the cocoon of the old life order. Like a long journey, spring is a beginning. When I was young, it would be a pity if I hadn't traveled far, this life would definitely be a lot narrower than others'. If you don't travel far in spring, how can you see the vastness of the world? How to appreciate the picturesque scenery and splendid flowers?

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Li Bai came out of Shu, at the age of twenty-five or six. He went to the Three Gorges, went down to Yuzhou, and the river traveled for thousands of miles. Jiangshan opened his mind and opened his poetic realm. "Five-flowered horses, thousands of golden furs, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with Er." In this way, he stood in the Tang poetry with a bohemian and a fragrant wine. I can't imagine, if Li Bai had never left Shu or traveled far, where would his wine glass be placed, and what kind of wind would blow in Tang poetry.

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It is better to take advantage of the youth to travel far. While the footsteps can still measure the distance of the journey, while the heart can still bear the pain of parting, I set off with my backpack. Go far away, pass by, or stay.

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In the spring, the river rises at the beginning, and gradually becomes level with the shore.