Spring, awakened by the spring breeze; morning light, awakened by birdsong; dreams, awakened by the fragrance of flowers.
There is a voice urging: "Go see the flowers, go see the flowers".
The flowers should be appreciated before it's too late, or else "the beautiful purples and reds bloom all over the place, like this is paid to the broken wells and decrepit walls". In the "grass grows warbler fly in February day" when to enjoy the plum blossom it, realize the plum blossom "fall into the dust as dust, only the fragrance as the old" of the high and pure; in the "stay in the play butterfly when the dance, since the delicate warbler cha-cha cries" When to see the apricot blossoms, to appreciate the "red apricot branches of spring" warm; in the "pear blossom courtyard soluble moon, willow floss pond light wind" to see the pear blossoms, into the "pear a branch of spring with rain" of the freshness, only the thousands of purple and red. The only way to live up to this wonderful spring is to see all the thousands of purples and reds.
When you come or don't come, the flowers will bloom.
Dong Po said:
Stranger flowers and butterflies fly, and the mountains and rivers look like the former people are not.
The remnants of the people a few times dying old, the traveling girl long song slowly return.
He understands King Ch'ien of Yue, the heroes are in sympathy with each other, the chivalrous and the affectionate.
A sentence of "flowers bloom on the street, can slowly return to carry on", plain and warm, Ch'inggold to the Wu Fei, tenderly carry out water.
Beauties are all lovely, lovely people are all understanding ah! The flowers are the flowers of understanding, people are the people of understanding, enjoy the pleasure, nothing more than this.
Life is like a flower, flower like life, and flower appointment, can not live up to, so, stranger flowers, you can slowly appreciate, slowly back.
The gentle heart always can't bear to touch the beautiful flower things hurt. Just like Li Qingzhao words: last night's rain and wind, thick sleep does not consume the remaining wine. I'd like to ask the people who rolled up the curtains, but they said the begonias were still there. I'm not sure if I know, do I know? It should be green, fat, red and thin. A piece of flowers, compassion for flowers, jumped to the paper.
Beauties are flower lovers! The people who love flowers are the people who love flowers, and the earth is better than heaven.
The pure love of man is the love of flowers!
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It's like early morning for no reason, and I always feel that early morning has an appointment with the fragrance of flowers.
The haze and noise after a night of precipitation, the morning air is fresh with tranquility, tranquility flows with freshness, take a breath, refreshing, and then take a breath, refreshing. And the spring morning, like a milk soaked like, like egg white soft, like just sprouting willow leaves like tender, like hot spring water like smooth, inhale a mouthful of flowers from the fragrance, relaxed and happy.
The roadside cherry blossoms bloomed one after another, there are snowflakes like white, there are red clouds like colorful, each showing style. Unfortunately, a tree and a tree too far apart, a tree of cherry blossoms, like a tsetse beauty. Look at the cherry blossoms or the campus of Wuhan University Luoga Mountain, where the cherry blossom trees one by one, along the mountain range, with the potential to compete on, and staggered. Flowers bloom like a waterfall, from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, a diarrhea. White like a cloud, free floating; red like a piece of Xia, cloud steam Xiawei.
Wudan University to see the cherry blossoms, but also early in the morning. Early in the morning, there is a mountain light to please the birds, flower shadow to move the interest of the people, there is a breeze, flower rhyme leisurely fresh and lovely. Appreciate the flowers, but also appreciate a transcendent Zen. Waiting for the tourists like weaving, the sound of noise, the heart has been difficult to quiet down, chewing on the fragrance of the flowers.
Wuhan to see flowers, but also more than one place. From the East Lake Plum Garden to the Mill Hill Botanical Round, from the Shouyi Gongyuan to the Yellow Crane Tower, from the Wuhan River Bank to Zhongshan Park, which is not a blossom, which is not a variety of beauty: or Terrace, or Pavilion Curve fence, or water village mountain silhouettes, or glistening water. Both sides of the "clear river all over the Hanyang tree, grass luxuriant parrot continent" style, but also "lonely sails far away from the end of the blue sky, only to see the Yangtze River flow between the vastness of the atmosphere; both "Yellow Crane Tower in the blowing Jade Flute, Jiangcheng May fall plum blossoms! "The "East Lake" is a good place for the West Lake, and in the future it will be even better than the West Lake," the lakes and mountains.
Relative to the beautiful scenery of the park, I love the unexpected encounter with the roadside flowers and plants. Like the "Love Lotus" in the words: "Peony love, appropriate to all carry on", and I love the roadside flowers, not demon, not冶, not rich, not expensive, such as the countryside hidden, can be close to respect, such as the civilian hundreds of sex, can be encountered everywhere, the temperament is generous. The flowers of the mountains and fields, spontaneous romance and resilience.
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There is a flower bed in front of the company, the flower bed is a tree in the middle of the green, four corners are four pear trees, trees are neatly trimmed right wood, giving people the feeling like into the utility room, things are chaotic and crowded, but also like a beginning to learn the painting of a student painting, mountains and rivers, grass crowded in one place, as if to break the painting paper.
There were two pear trees with only bare branches, their bark withered and brown, already dead.
I went to see those two trees every morning, hoping that they would blossom soon. I have not been able to see the flowers carefully, enjoy the flowers, there are regrets, this time "close to the water tower first get the moon", to make up for the regret back.
At first, the trunks and branches of the trees were budding, and a piece of tender leaf gradually stretched out. To the jasper makeup, there are sporadic flowers with a bit of red hanging on the branches, like "a thousand calls to come out" of the shy girl, shyly playing with the flowers. After a few days there are dozens of bloom, like the sky on a spring night like the silence of the stars. After a few days, a group, a cluster of small snow-white flowers such as popcorn, jumping on the branches, and as millions of snowflakes suddenly descended, the original lush foliage to track cover, look like a light shaking fan of the white gentleman like. A pear blossom clamor like, lively gathering, green leaves seem to shrivel up the body like, hiding in the bushes. Hiding in the bushes there are thousands of bees, the morning dew, they are as promised, as if this tree pear blossoms, they bring and the spring breeze urged to open like. Those flowers in the elf ah, without them, flowers will not be too lonely and bleak?
The sunny pear tree, flowers bloomed early, also opened the exuberant, enthusiastic, the back of the shade of a pear tree, flowers bloomed late, seem lonely and cold.
There is a tall cherry blossom tree on Ziyangdong Road, the sunny half of the tree blooms, and the shady half only grows green leaves.
I carefully observed the flower trees planted on both sides of the road, where the sun shines more, the flowers are luxuriant and bright, where the sun shines less, the flowers are sporadic and dull. I think it's a good idea to have a sunny heart for the flowers!
Flowers need to be sunny to be bright, people need to be sunny to be healthy, it turns out that flowers and plants and people, sunny feelings are connected.
A few years ago in the spring, the square of the shopping mall, came to a group of painting exhibition. There was an old man in his old age, splashing ink, words like a dragon fly, strong and majestic. There was a young beautiful painter, with a small wiped Liu style honor writing a "Diamond Sutra", the words are pearl. There was a lady who specialized in painting grapes, inking patiently bit by bit as if she would crush the purple grapes if she pressed hard enough, but I was more focused on watching the painting of peonies.
The artist who painted the peony was a middle-aged man with thinning hair and a bald patch on top of his head, while his armpit mustache was thick and black, with a leopard's head and ringed eyes, and his skin was pitch-black, a bit like Li Kui, the Black Whirlwind, but unlike Li Kui's fierce and vicious, his eyes were clear, calm, and gentle, which made people feel kind and friendly.
He first repeated ink research, color matching, and then spread the rice paper, such as the old monk into a fixed as closed his eyes, like the outside world of the sound of the wind and rain all shut out the door. Waiting for a moment when he opened his eyes, has a hand-held brush, a hand pressure paper, on the paper meticulously one petal by one petal with the brush pressure, pressure out of a petal fresh red petals to, and then the first inside after the outside, the first after the light, the first after the leaves, the first flower after the stamen, as if just the heart of the flower to the painting paper to the general. After an hour or so of painting, the peonies came to life on the paper, as if they had the kingly spirit of "only peony is the true color of the country" and "there is no other flower when this flower is in full bloom". The peonies were so lifelike and vivid that people were obsessed with them, and they envied the people who hid countless beautiful flowers in their hearts, and hated that the rest of their lives were so vulgar that they were not the ones who drew the flowers or the people in the paintings.
At one time, I was so hot-blooded that I wanted to bring this painting home, to have peonies as my neighbors and friends every day.
The Peony started at 800 yuan and was finally sold for 2,800 yuan, which was enough to pay me a month's salary.
While I can't have a painting, I can still have a divine relationship with it. I am not the one who paints peonies, but I already have peonies in my heart.
The loveliness of a person is not that he doesn't force himself to possess it, but he has it in his heart!
I am not a flower painter, but I would like to be a flower lover.
Do flower people easy, spring, the mountains of flowers in full bloom, peach blossom red, apricot pink, pear white, cauliflower yellow by you to see, by you cherish to go, and do not have to wait for the painter's skillful craftsmanship.
It is always believed that nature is the best painter. And then the perfect painter can not paint the nature of the full of life to.
People swim in the painting, not as good as walking in nature.
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City to see flowers, there is always like watching the stage flower girl, the little boy acting like, there is a tone of voice, pretense like twisted.
The countryside to see the flowers, there is a natural interest, such as the encounter with Xishi coiffure, natural to carve, Zhuoer out of the group.
The city will not have "three thousand laurels, ten miles of lotus." The city will not have the "three thousand osmanthus, ten miles of lotus." the spectacular.
The city will not have "full of gold and yellow fragrance, a party of spring color drunken thousands of mountains," the magnificent.
The city will not have "fine rain sparse field running water blue, the remaining sun embraces the trees far forest red." The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money.
The city will not have the "grass at the end of the world like a dream, peach blossoms under the moon like smoke" of the beautiful.
It has always been a wish to build a pear house in my hometown on the hill. In front of the house planted two pear trees, behind the house planted two peach trees; the left side of the house planted two pines and cypresses, the right side of the house planted a line of bamboo, with the sunset as a fence, surrounded by an acre of vegetable gardens. In the small bridge and water, plant a row of willows, in the barren slopes of the mountain, plant a few trees of plums. In the morning with the morning breeze, and at night with the dew to live together. In the shade of the pines and cypresses to cook a pot of tea, in the green forest under the cultivation of a game of chess, quietly do a country wild old man, leaning on a stick to see the flowers.
I am happy to be a guest with the shade of the mountains, wildflowers for the company.
My childhood was spent in the flowers. The flowers of the countryside wilderness are needless to say, from the spring to the rose, from the wild rose to the red lotus, from the date palm to the osmanthus, flowers burning all the way through the cold winter. On the hillside there are dandelions, marjoram, brahmi, crushed rice capers ...... too many to count. In the water there are red polygonum, rhododendron, reed ...... too many to count.
Parents are a pair of skillful hands, planted vegetable garden sparse vegetables will bloom constantly. The first to blossom is cabbage moss, red cabbage moss, also like canola flowers, golden golden yellow. By the time "a yard full of roses", white radish also bloomed with tiny white flowers, which were as delicate and cozy as caper flowers. It seems that there is no vegetable that doesn't bloom. Eggplants have purple flowers, cucumbers have yellow flowers, and peppers have white flowers. The parents, as if they were expert flower growers, always made the garden smell of flowers all year round.
When I was a kid, I was always looking forward to growing up and leaving the countryside to go to the big city. As if leaving the countryside is the only way to get to the top of the heap.
Now that I'm getting older, I'm looking forward to the mountains and villages, and I'm looking forward to being able to grow a row of fresh vegetables like my parents did, and a bunch of lovely cauliflowers.
The heart does not realize that there is an eternal date with the flowers.