March is coming slowly with the footsteps of spring. I am delighted to be invited by my friends to go to a place called Pingshui in Gufu to watch peach blossoms.
In the early morning, the air is full of joyful charm, and there is a sweet caress in the morning breeze. The bus slid forward smoothly and quickly, speeding on the road leading to Taoyuan. The street trees standing on both sides retreated like soldiers in uniform.
But I saw the bright sunshine weaving a brocade above my head, and there were thousands of kinds of greenery in the surrounding fields. It was full of freshness, and the mountains were covered with greenery. The meaning of spring was getting stronger and deeper. There are also golden-yellow rapeseed flowers, which are spread freely on the ground. No matter how you look at them, they are like a picture of nature.
I feel like I am flying in the boundless green fields, floating in the slightly intoxicating fragrance. My mind is so free and my mind is so open, making me forget all the oldness of time and space... I don’t know how long it has been, Rather than saying that we discovered a peach grove in the distance, it would be better to say that a peach grove saw us from a distance.
The friends burst into cheers, rushed out of the car, and plunged into a pink wonderland.
Peach blossoms are already blooming in clusters on the branches in spring, like girls in pink princess dresses. When the breeze blows, they keep swaying in a graceful state of mind. The light dancing posture is tempting to reverie. There are also some small flower buds that purse their lips, looking happy and angry at the same time. I don’t know when they will burst out laughing as shyly as if they were seeing their lover!
Everywhere you look, there is a painting embedded in a frame. It makes people wonder if there are countless pink notes hanging between heaven and earth. In the performance of the spring breeze, the whole world is intoxicated like drinking fine wine...
Birds are the most gossipy, or trivial. In groups, or in pairs, they chirped and whispered to each other, not knowing whether they were judging us or guessing the flowers' thoughts; there were also a few industrious little bees, busy collecting nectar in the peach blossom bushes, preparing to go back Making desserts; only the colorful butterflies are the most leisurely. They are dressed enchantingly, like delicate ladies, inviting friends and companions to go out for an outing; the warm wind blows gently on my heart, and the falling petals When the sun occasionally touches my cheek, it could be the kiss of spring!
Nature is always the purest and greatest work of art. Looking at the green mountains in the distance, they look like green grass. Up close, you can see the fragrant grass, the flat land, the houses, the fertile fields, the beautiful ponds, the mulberry trees, and the bamboos. There is traffic on the streets, and chickens and dogs hear each other. "After being in a cage for a long time, you will return to nature" - No matter how withered your years are, at this moment, can you not be excited? Can you not become a child again?
I am walking happily among the peach blossoms. I don’t know where I am going... The huge sense of happiness has completely forgotten all the sadness and pain.
Finally, I stopped in front of a peach blossom tree that looked like morning glow. It should be from the same family as the pink peach blossom! There is a poem that says: The peach blossoms shine brightly. But seeing the petals that are fresher than rouge and more smudged than the morning glow, it seems vaguely like the encounter of first love, extra shy, extra emotional, extraordinarily charming.
"The two famous flowers in the country love each other, and the king will look at them with a smile"... "The peach blossoms on the human face reflect each other's red"... "The tears are stained lightly and evenly, and there are still traces of the dawn dew"...
——It can be seen that when poets see beautiful flowers, the first thing they think of is a beautiful woman! They are standing in the wind, charming and affectionate; they are imagining the language of poetry, they are praying for the prospect of painting, they are singing charming and sweet songs...
I am forever Standing under the shade of the flowers, I feel that I have a lot to say——
I always believe that peach blossoms must be the first guests invited in spring, and they come hand in hand with the spring breeze and rain to make the appointment in early spring. It's just that they will pass by in a trance in a short-lived melody... Therefore, they think of an irresistible tragedy of time and space, and think of "Daiyu buries flowers" - the unlucky beauty Lin Daiyu in "A Dream of Red Mansions", who was buried with peach blossoms. . The song "Peach Blossom Journey" that has fascinated the ages is also a portrayal of her short but poignant life.
Faced with their beauty, I, like Sister Lin, once hoped that I could hold on to their flowing sleeves and retain their hurried steps, imagining that their charm could remain on the spring stage forever. ……
Who said good flowers don’t always bloom and good times don’t always last? Are all beautiful things fleeting? For example, rainbows, fireworks, sunsets...the most beautiful ones only bloom in an instant?
Yes, beautiful and gorgeous things are short-lived, but what is long-lasting and eternal? How far is eternity? Wealth and splendor, health and beauty, fame and fortune... no one doesn't want to get all of these. But short-term possession often requires more costs and troubles. Just like in a person's life, what we take in every day must be accompanied by some giving up; what we gain must be accompanied by losses.
Or, the most beautiful ending of a flower is to dedicate one's love to the dark soil after its splendor, so there is the beauty of "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flower"! Just because beauty is so short-lived, it becomes extra precious! Yes, after all, they left us a kind of warmth, a melody, and a memory without reservation... Just like my youth - the river of time is taking my youth away, this is an undeniable Unchangeable laws of nature.
In the long river of life, there is an end to life, and it will disappear in the blink of an eye. Joy and pain are never eternal, they are just a process! The four seasons of the year, spring goes and autumn comes, and so on, each has its own beauty, so why should we be pessimistic? Everything that has rules, even if it is unfortunate, is not the most tragic. If we feel melancholy and reluctant to give up because of this, it is better to go deep into this short time and get a full and fresh sense of beauty.
Looking again at this path in the sun, there is a latent and secret happiness that is pulling me. The spring breeze is still there, like a lover pressing a kiss on the eyelashes. I close my eyes and open my eyes. Arms, the whole body and mind are integrated into the warmth of March...