In the big family of flowers, there are gorgeous roses, noble Dudan, fragrant lilies ...... among which the most desirable and intoxicating to me is jasmine.
There is a jasmine on my balcony, jasmine or flower bones when, from a distance, like a pearl, emerald green leaves resting on top. Like a cute little round head as the petals inside bulge. After a day or two, the flower opened slightly, revealing the greenish-yellow heart inside.
Wait a few more days and the petals are all open. The flawless white flowers, like a white girl from the dream. A breeze whisked by the jasmine skirt flying, gently swaying in the wind, that moving dance like a dream, the wind does not stop, it will never stop moving dance. Jasmine is so pure, elegant, lovely, like a white shiny little star scattered in the green leaves.
Jasmine's leaves are oval. Early in the morning, when the sun has just risen, how lovely it is to see little droplets of water rolling on the tender green leaves! Jasmine's leaves change over time, and the leaves turn a darker green a little lighter in color. Next to the leaves will grow the stalk of the flower, especially like the claws of an auger, which holds a jasmine flower.
The more jasmine flowers bloom the stronger the scent, in the breeze, floating gusts of fragrance, I carefully scrutinized, gently smelled, slowly ornamental, while sniffing the edge of the feeling of a fragrance flow into my heart, refreshing.
When the flowers are dying, they turn a burnt yellow color. Some of the flowers fall in pieces, some fall whole. The flower stalks remain on the green vines and in a few days they too fall off. As the wind gently swept through the area, the petals floated into the air with the wind, doing all sorts of dances in the air. The wind stopped, it fell into the soil, turned into spring mud.