In my hometown, several rolls of spring breeze and several spring rains, peach blossoms, pear blossoms and red apricots surround others. When I came to Chun Yan, I came to Rhododendron, and the Rhododendron on the hillside arrived on time.
Yingshanhong clings to the earth in a remote place. On a remote hillside, she shyly stretches out smiling faces from the green grass, dotted with mountains and rivers, and silently dedicated her beauty to the sunshine and the earth that nurtured her. The face is completely exposed, showing a different kind of beauty. By the stream and on the hillside, the water is bright, like a flame, like a sunrise, and the scenery is red.
From a distance, they are in groups of three and five, like a group of burning and jumping flames. Close up, some flowers are in bud, some are half open and half closed, and some are in full bloom. The blooming petals are as delicate as silk, and the edges of the petals are as tortuous as a fairy's skirt. Look carefully, a flower consists of five petals, surrounded by several yellow stamens. Bright yellow filaments dotted with gorgeous petals, dancing anthers and ants.
The red and white flowers on the branches are very lively, or delicate, or white and flawless, swaying in the wind, really beautiful. Red is as bright as the morning glow, white is like a cloud, and pink is as bright as silk, dazzling and colorful.
Countless flowers surround the branches, clusters like small flames. One by one, one by one, one by one, you won't let me, I won't let you, it's so cute.
Once upon a time, Yingshanhong, who lived on the mountain, moved into the city. She is both a small jasper and a good family. She can be as quiet as a burning flame in Shan Ye. The hillside is dyed red by the air, and she can also cover the branches of the street without fear of noise. Wherever I go, I am full of energy. I climbed the branches of the spring-summer transition season on time and smiled.
Yingshanhong is laid along the city streets, dotted with camellias, cherry blossoms and leaves, which complement each other. Let the city time blossom and the sky be colorful. In the sunshine, in the sunny weather, it shows static beauty, and the flowers are in full bloom and gorgeous. Flowers that are competing to open are included in the lens and can be appreciated repeatedly. This is a happy thing. At the turn of spring and summer, azaleas moistened by sunshine and rain are scattered thousands of miles, blooming like an appointment. The breeze is cool and the flowers are refreshing. Let people forget the hustle and bustle of the city and enjoy the peace of nature.
I like azaleas blooming in the deep valley, not one or two, but on the winding ridge. Clusters of quiet green show charm and charm, and I appreciate the style of "Joe doesn't fight for spring, but only reports spring". In such a quiet environment, there seems to be a charm of floating in the world and realizing Zen. It is often said that a flower is not spring. How can you not be intoxicated and relaxed when you look at clusters of azaleas blooming all over the mountain and thousands of buds smiling in the wind in Qian Qian?
Do you still remember the well-known classic old song "Yingshanhong"? It was an episode of the movie "Sparkling Red Star", and it is also the same memory for generations. Beautiful melody and affectionate lyrics express people's love for the Red Army. Therefore, I love my childhood, which is as hot as water as azaleas.
Childhood, a lot of joy, little sadness. The sweet smile on her face, like azaleas with bright branches, hangs all over her cheeks, one after another, also on her way to school, in her own season.
The campus is dilapidated, the classrooms are shabby, there are no nutritious meals, and there are not so many dazzling and varied snacks and all kinds of fresh fruits. Some are pickles mixed with cold rice, some are bitter wild fruits on the mountain, and some are sour and sweet wildflowers. Despite my material poverty, I am full of energy, enjoying the happiness brought by Shan Ye and smiling every day.
The beauty of Yingshanhong lies in God and soul. Dense green leaves and curved branches make the beauty of Yingshanhong unrestrained, elegant and harmonious. I have a beautiful teacher in my heart. She is fresh and free from vulgarity, just like the seven fairies. She doesn't care about the world of mortals, and she doesn't dislike it. She lives in love with our poor children and clay dolls in the mountains. Hold us in the palm of your hand as if you love beautiful clothes and delicious food.
Her arrival is really a timely gift. After the teacher who taught us got married and was transferred, a substitute teacher came. One of them finished school, and the school was gone, and another substitute teacher came. Because of her low academic background and lack of professionalism, she couldn't tame our group of "naughty boys", so the substitute teacher shuttled back and forth in our class. It was not until three years later when we were in the fourth grade that she appeared to tame our horses.
She was nurtured by the warmth of flowers, educated by profound knowledge, nourished by the rain and dew of love, planted the seeds of love and carried them with the wings of love. Poor children's hearts are not empty. Poor children believe that one day they will be as gorgeous as azaleas, adding color to their hometown.
Everything is her hard work. With loving hands and small hands covered with mud, she sketched the future of the children in the mountains. She used her enthusiasm to help us catch up on our missed lessons and worked tirelessly during lunch breaks and weekends.
She loves us, and we love her. When I was a child, my family was so poor that nothing could be obtained. I thank the immortal teacher for his careful education, and I'm just thinking about it. Sending flowers for the first time, I am afraid of disgust and rejection. I dare not be blatant. I quietly put a handful of carefully selected gorgeous flowers at her door. After knocking at the door, I ran away and hid. She opened the door, looked around and saw no one, holding flowers and smelling them. She was all smiles as if she had found a treasure. She brought us colorful candy and wonderful Chinese and foreign classics, so we helped her pick up the water, silently leaving no name, only remembering the moment when she was unsmiling.
For the poor children in our mountainous areas, the flowers that can be given to teachers will never be beautiful roses, elegant chrysanthemums and elegant peonies ... they can only be humble loach flowers, golden dandelion flowers and bluegrass in the ravine. Vegetables are just simple vegetables and radishes, and she doesn't abandon them as treasures. The most flowers sent are azalea, and each time they are a big bunch of flaming red flowers. She kept the flowers in the washbasin and opened them one by one, as if a group of children in the mountains were laughing.
"A garden is full of red and drunk, and it is clustered from the ground." Yingshanhong blooms heartily, on the hillside, on campus and in poetry.