Give me a reason to forget

I think, the spring should be a ridge along the path to that piece of green grass, flowers, she is left foot fossa. Grass flowers blossoming, well-proportioned in ridge, flower between vaguely bare root package mud belly, when spring comes, it is need to tiptoe toe light skip, because on some snow be without melting, she was reluctant to use the entire field ridge covered with grass.
Is this on the ridge of the blossoming flowers and grass, awakened the spring field. The grass flowers in a few night between the spring girl attunement, meet the sun will multiply, the green light the whole spring.
When the grass lush, flowers are also unwilling to remain out of the limelight. On the ridge of the wild herbs ready to make trouble, they emerge from the bushes, all raised their flower bud. The grass with a central white spot, a few strands of warm spring breeze stroke, the white spot will open the smiling face; daylily nature is not afraid of cold, chilly cold has held out the small yellow flowers; some Caozi flowers, as Tian Geng smiled in the spring breeze, casual look, feel the warm heart, even wearing cotton padded jacket, the flowers gave our hearts in the spring.
On the green grass, breathe the fresh air, my feet become very light, I'm afraid I may step on them is not thick waist, break their ungenerous, they are one of the fresh life, a baby pink, somehow, my heart is stirred up a lot of love to, could not help but squat down to touch their soft body.
Wild herbs brilliant, looking at their little arms stretched out, I was especially stretch. Grandma told me, when she was little, because the famine, often after the Lantern Festival, looking for wild herbs in the snow not melts ridge, shepherd's purse that senior wild herbs had been removed, leaving little lily, in order to live this life, she had a room yellow cauliflower. When I was little, eating is not a problem, but we often take a scythe to find hogweed in the ridge, see a wild herbs will happily from clay dug out. At that time, a wild herbs are rare to have a full life process, often people died, now they can finally take one's ease to blossom to seed, life ah life, finally can let it blossom, I smiled.
During the day, I enjoy the sunshine in March, looking at the earth a layer of more than one layer is spring green, on the ridge of the green has become deep, strong, everything is growth ah, I even feel young again, my blood there is some new life in germination. At night, I heard the voice of jointing grass grass, wild herbs wildflowers meeting at night, discuss how the layout of the stage tomorrow, the spring, the ridge behind the house must have grown, beautiful.
Second days, I am unable to hold oneself back to looking at the ridge. My eyes bright, green, splash ink green, bright green, deeply shallow green, but not monotonous, clusters of flowers begin to open, with beautiful flowers, and golden yellow, pure white flowers, this is where a ridge, is clearly a decorated with streamers the flowers of spring.