立夏一过,春色就渐行渐远,淡入时光深处;若想觅得春留下的丝缕气息和几许颜色,想来便是六月的荷塘了。我以为,人与花之间,也是有着某些缘分的。想起四月去看桃花不遇,站在一片花瓣凋零的稀疏树影里,晚春的风吹着还有些许寒意,一种怅然若失和无助就阵阵紧逼心底,突如其来的心力交瘁感充斥了全身的每一个毛孔和骨骼。与桃花失之交臂,竟令心情如此失魂落魄,无所归依。只恐与看桃花不遇一样失落而返,看荷的打算 The beginning of a summer, the spring will be lopsided, fade into the depths of time; if you want to find the spring leaves the silkworm breath and how many colors, want to come is the lotus pond in June. I think, between people and flowers, but also has some fate. Reminiscent April to see the peach blossom, standing in a sparse dwarf tree petals dying, the wind blowing in the late spring there is a little chill, a sense of loss and helpless bursts of force to the bottom of my heart, a sudden feeling of power full sense of the full body Every pore and bone. And peach missed, so that the mood so distraught, nothing to go by. Fear of seeing the peach never lost the same look, look at the Dutch plan