The days of February are always cold, and the riverbanks are silent in the morning, so the ducks playing in the water are waiting for the sun to warm up a bit. From this point on, I will try to walk to work, a few minutes early every day, through the square and a residential area, folded to the Riverwalk, and then stepped on the feet of the dew, head into the quiet place of no one disturbed. The thick meadow is still covered with a layer of white frost, and the depths of the yellowed leaves have sprouted a vigorous green color. A few sparrows chased and jumped among the tawny willows, as if to wake up the whole spring with their rainy words. The moon season is the first to break through the confines of winter, the rich branches have been supported by full buds, in my opinion, this through the cold of the subtle dark purple, more durable than the full bloom of the flowers. The sunlight was wet, blocked by the higher trees, and then ripped many shaped ribbons of light through the cracks. I zigzagged and zagged in search of the sunlight, as if I, too, were a flower that needed to bloom in it. But this search didn't have to be long, and spring soon arrived with its repetitive steps.
The first to open is not the moon season, but the magnolia. Rich petals, like milky white moonlight flooded a leaf boat, rocking pulp is the graceful flavor and noble ` character. White and purple, in the woman's clothing, the most provocative two colors, in the magnolia is so appropriate impeccable. Under the tree, I wondered how a little girl with a long braid and a warm gown would run in the spring with her parents calling "magnolia, magnolia". Now she is a Lan Ze Fang Cao benefiting her children and grandchildren. Our mother has a good name like a flower like jade, its quality like jade, its fragrance like orchids.
"The wind has a warm smoky scent, the cherry blossoms are about to bloom." With this thought in mind, I passed by them, the silhouette of a flying bird's green color swept in the evening sky light. The next day when I passed by them again with the sunrise, my eyes were filled with unexpected purples and reds, as if the clouds were falling from the sky, like a dream. This inconspicuous pink and white flowers, thousands of thousands of flowers come together, but also so magnificent, shocking. Cherry blossoms have large and small points, the first to bloom is small. Small cherry blossoms are usually gathered in pieces, while large cherry blossoms are independent. The large cherry blossoms are separate trees. The large cherry blossoms are lively and enthusiastic, while the single trees are quiet and refreshing. Large flowers, always reminds me of the drama of the head of the flower ornaments, Weiweiwei overflowing, gently trembling, the singer from time to time will be raised to tease the orchid finger, in those flowers on the pretense of pursing two, painted eyes will be in the flowers of the eye under the wave of light flow.
But my favorite thing to see is still the way it looks when it's falling apart. That should probably be the May of the solar calendar, every tree under a thick layer of fall. First is a petal a petal floating, light as a dancing pink butterfly, and later is into a flower into a flower to fall, the wind blew, fluttering gusts of cherry blossom snow, if the wind and rain - must be the wind is not heavy rain is a drizzle - all the cherry blossoms will be all over the ground in one night. In this situation, I'm afraid that Miss Lin will have to mournfully bury flowers and poetry, sorrowful. In me is unparalleled beauty, the heart will surge up infinite touch, just this touch and do not know where to start. Every year, I will not miss the falling flowers, I know that the flowers can be a long time, but the flowers may be an instant thing.
I like to see the flowers, but also like the people under the flowers. I think the people who can come to see the flowers, probably have a gentle and warm mood, even if there are worries, should be temporarily put aside. Therefore, the people under the flowers are all friendly, it does not matter whether they recognize each other or not. A gesture, a smile, a collision of eyes, an alternation of figures, can drive away all strangers. The old man's calm and relaxed, children's innocence, middle-aged people's quiet look at the distance, young people's double shadow, are considered to be a good scene under the flowers, said that the flowers set off the people or the people set off the flowers, it seems to be not possible.
One morning, I got up early to go to the compound to see the peach blossoms, just walked on the small arch bridge, I saw that there are already people earlier than me. A man in his fifties was concentrating on adjusting his camera. Those peach blossoms were purely for ornamental purposes, and they were all trimmed short and blooming. His camera stand was also supported very short, so he could only crouch on the ground with his back to me. I immediately stopped in my tracks, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing his pleasure. But he still found me.
"The angle is still not very good." He spoke to me like an old acquaintance, while looking sideways at the sun in the east.
"I brought my camera too, but I can't compete with you pros."
"Oh, which what professional, shooting for fun is good, these peach blossoms are really good."
Each other no longer speak, he quietly took the scene, I quietly wait. The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good look at it, and I was able to get a good look at it, and I was able to get a good look at it. The peach blossom is very beautiful in his lens.
When I left, I was far away from the scope of his framing, and I simply waved to each other as a goodbye.
In fact, I also like to raise flowers, but very few woody flowers. I know that the level is limited, not willing to destroy the flowers, but also do not want to high-rise room stifled their nature, so only to raise some of the lively and easy to live in the small flowers and grass. Father had sent me two plates of cinnamon, blooming room full of fragrance, but they are like gambling children to a strange family, always depressed and unhappy, a year and a half also refused to bud, I hurriedly sent back to the father. On the phone, my mother said: "Osmanthus blooming can be good, just can not send to your home Oh." The words are half happy and half regretful.
I still can't resist the temptation, the two big trees in the yard fell under the golden yellow, I went to pick up some, and by the way, "stole" some of the trees, home and drying on the windowsill, the first smell of its fragrance, and then after the drying of the tea with it, do osmanthus sauce.
Another example is the snowy plums, the fragrant wood, the simple moon season, the gentle and beautiful hibiscus, such as the feathers of the hibiscus and the tall sycamore rolled in purple clouds, which colorfully decorated my four seasons, but also embellished my mood.
It's late fall, and my little plants and flowers are busy opening what may be the last batch of flowers before winter arrives. The yellow of the purple moon, the purple of the violets, the red of the amaranth, just because of these small, small often overlooked cute little flowers, my little balcony on the fall, the scenery is endless.
When I think about it, I am heavily surrounded by these generous flower colors and scents all the time.
The husband said, "How much these flowers and plants have to thank you!"
But what I want to say is, how can I thank them properly?