In the northwest corner of the square, there are a few pear trees. On a day in early spring, it seems that the branches are full of pear blossoms in an instant.
Leaning on the branch to watch, the branch trunk Ting Ting, the angry pear flowers, fay as snow, clean and elegant. Pick one in the palm of your hand, the skin kissed the petals, the soft and fragrant breath, instantly from the palm of the hand to the heart, so that people feel comfortable, warm and infinite.
Jing Jing, lightly trembling flower branches, light body. Sparse branches, there are new growth of young leaves, although not strong, but added the color of early spring.
A closer look, a plain pear, bone through the elegance, a few stamens emerged in the middle of the petals. The stamen is reddish brown, in the spring breeze, gently swaying. Flowers without makeup, white neon, such as snow, such as smoke, a gust of wind blowing, stirred up the white ripples, surplus halo heart lake. In the cold season of spring, the pear blossom in the wind to pour out their charm and tenderness. The view of the flowers of the elegant, clean mind, as if away from the hustle and bustle of the world.
The beauty of the pear blossom, at different times, presents a different flavor: in the evening, the pear blossom into the moon, the moonlight is like water, the flow of tenderness, as if the moonlight is flickering. Will fall pear blossoms, carefully put into a thick book, imagine that it will go through the years, looking for their own ancient traces, people can not help but think of Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hate" in the sentence "Jade lonely tears appendage, pear blossom a branch of spring with rain." The popular poem compares Yang Guifei to a pear blossom with rain, and it is written in an incredibly delicate and beautiful way. Such verses are reminiscent of the lyrics of the Peking Opera "Noble Concubine of the Tang Dynasty": "The pear blossom blossoms bring rain in the spring, the pear blossom falls into the mud in the spring. This life is only for one person to go, Dao he king love is also obsessed ......" A tragic story of love that has been celebrated for thousands of years, has always interpreted the life and death is difficult to guess, with a lifetime to wait for the legend of love.
Flowers are the elves of nature. The Zen saying: "a flower a world, a book a floating life," the white of the free, elegant, curly, serene, quiet, let us realize: this calm and light is not exactly the dust of the people need to cultivate?
Jade face, clear shadow, outside the show, is the true quality of the pear flower. The cleanliness of the pear flower, pure beauty, untainted dust, freshness and vulgarity, is any kind of flower can not be compared.
The wind reads the pear blossom, so that people love the poem lovingly, far-reaching context. "At first glance, the heart is shocked, and then look again, fascinated." A coat of plain brocade, dusty, plain shadow Qinghui, curling, quiet and elegant, elegant, like a white cloud in the sky, falling into the depths of the fireworks, untainted by the red dust and vulgarity.
"Skillful as flowers according to the water, action is better than the wind whisking willow". Zi Mori fiber dust, such as pear flowers white and flawless, crystal, such as a clear spring, "shallow wash my heart, purify my heart".
Spring Pear Essay 2
All people like flowers, it is easy to be touched by the flowers, touched by the blossoming branches of the delicate; touched by the falling leaves, such as the butterfly's softness; touched by the beautiful purples and reds; touched by the fragrance of a season of pleasure. However, when the pear blossoms bloom all over the hillside, no one is not white as snow, dancing in the wind. A volume of seclusion touched, touched by the "suddenly like a spring breeze, thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossoms.
Thousands of trees of pear blossoms open, that is how beautiful and spectacular! When my husband said "May Day" Lushan to see the pear blossoms, I was touched by his touched, most do not like to go out of the people said to go to see the pear blossoms, that is not touched by the pear blossoms or what? Yesterday did not go into, because it rained, this morning is still cloudy, my husband said, "and so on". I said: "do not wait, maybe, in my pear flowers touched, the sun will also be touched by the smile Chan in the blue sky."
By the wheel of the light footsteps, look at the roadside pear blossom a piece of winding. When the sun smiles in the blue sky, the foot of the Lushan Mountain has long left a line of footprints looking for. If you ask why the pear blossom here attracts people to come? As long as you approach the large pear orchard, you will understand the charm. A branch of a branch shaking the pear, holding the sky that a small white cloud, in the sunlight plated bright mist smile, Qian Qian Stranger, Xianzifu, such as a Li Ren charming get Qin, vaguely rhyme, like a magic, let a person reverie unlimited.
White pear flowers, white as jade, like snow, but not snow. We can come at the right time, lucky to be as misty as a dream, a little think about it. Pure white petals, rose-red stamens, a wisp of fragrance came, want to whisper with it, but it seems to see the pink shyness of the Lili. This kind of picturesque mood, never for the shallow smile on my face. At this time, if you can brew some poetry, should live up to the pear blossom that fluttering like a fairy's demeanor. Because of the lack of poetic merit, a moment can not think of a sentence before, after no one, so, with the hands of the camera, the moving condensed in the lens.
I kept pressing the shutter, lightly cut the spring mood, who knows, that moment, luckily cut the magpie branch of the picture of the pear flower. Accompanied by a light wind whisking down the petals, clouds and mountains between the clear, as if flowing a set of beautiful notes. So, I slowly want to get closer, see more clearly, but the magpies on the branch because I do not understand the flavor, give up the romance and lingering, timidly flew away. I am not willing to, in the pear flower search, but inadvertently looking for a touching. A large pear tree, a pair of old people smiling hand in hand to enjoy the flowers, wheelchair should be a happy smile, I do not know is touched by the pear, or touched by the old partner of the straight male generosity, far from seeing the man's face, I think it should also be a happy smile. They don't seem to be local people, come from a long way away, so y in the jade tree and silver flowers, which should not only be touched by the pear flowers. At this moment, I can not use words to express that touching, but I think of the Southern Song Dynasty hermit Lin and Jing's two lines of poetry: "Frost birds want to go down the first steal eyes, pink butterflies such as know and break the soul". Maybe these two lines are not necessarily appropriate here, but the two old people so happy to look at each other, as if the rhinoceros is connected to everything in the words.
The wind may be touched by the language of the pear flower, gently blowing down the branches of the petals to fall, is trying to petals quietly away, singing a distant song in a row of rows in the black soil ridge, the soft beauty, is my camera, my photography skills and I can experience the mood of the less than, so I only stood under the pear tree, quietly watching, listening to, touched! ......
Some people say: "Appreciate the flowers as much as you appreciate your own soul". In the sea of flowers, with the wind to listen to the flowers, stopping the clouds to see the flowers shy or not, the powder is light and quiet, for the season's calm.