Walking in such a time, not realize that it will be drunk heart, sweet dream. Let's have a poetic and romantic life in the life of the impermanence, between the ordinary life. Of course, this does not have to be far away, nor elsewhere, in the present moment, every moment of our life time.
Nature, a grass, a tree, a mountain, a water, infinite scenery, has a different flavor. As long as we are willing to look for, to appreciate. Even if it is an ordinary small wildflowers, a simple leaf, quiet mind, slowly experience, have a unique poetry.
Time in a hurry, do not have to sigh: "forest flowers thank the spring red, too hasty, helpless towards the cold rain and late wind." Rather, we should constantly find that after the flowers fall, there is more of a blossoming beauty. I believe that everything has its own arrangement in the chronological order, each flower has a beautiful time belonging to it.
Yearly spring, yearly blossom. The road to spring, flowers bloom constantly. As you can see, since the peach red fall, pear white dissipation, begonias died, and surprise encounter all the way to the evening cherry blossoms. Although the artificial greenery, but to create an exceptionally beautiful.
A glowing asphalt road on both sides, there are two red brick footpath. Between the road and the path were planted a line of evening cherry blossoms. Gray-white trees, branches wantonly luxuriant, toward the road between the stretching, open. Pink flowers, large and elegant, clustered together on the branches. Tender leaves, tinted with a reddish hue, are dotted between the flowers.
Walking under the flower tree, you can enjoy a, pink petals, pink with white, plain and elegant, leisurely out of the dust. You can watch a tree blossom, each plant is graceful and gorgeous, a thousand forms, bright and colorful. Of course, you can also look into the distance, flower clusters such as a piece of clouds reflecting the sunrise, in the mid-air scrolling and floating. The flowers on the branches, gently swaying in the wind, like a string of laughter, gently greeted the pedestrians.
Under the late cherry tree, there are also green anemone flowers. Green and slender leaves, also opened a purple flower or two. Like butterflies, they are dancing in the wind. However, there was not a single real butterfly or bee in sight. Strangely enough, it was realized that all the way to the cherry blossom is gorgeous, but there is not a wisp of fragrance lingering.
So, you stop in front of a flower sniffing, but it is tasteless. Eileen Chang said there are three hates in life, one hate is begonia without fragrance. This April cherry blossoms, so prosperous, no fragrance, is also a pity! It's okay, after all, does not affect their beauty. And enjoy the flowers of the busy, flowers of the delicate, flowers of the color.
At this time, the sun shines lightly, clear blue sky, flower branches reflecting the sky, different postures, but also as a line in the painting in general. Walking on the trail stopping, the heart leisurely, quiet and good. Over the past few days, due to the epidemic busy body and mind also completely relaxed. Time stops, the years are very beautiful, life, no matter what kind of predicament, you can put down everything, feel the gift of nature, so that our hearts to harvest a calm and beautiful.
Walking under the cherry blossom tree, the air is dense with a rosy flavor. Nothing to do with the flavor, just light as a friend of the general warmth, quietly about the time in each year. The only thing that is not changed is that the flower blossom is not changed.
Of course, maybe it's something else, as long as the flower is such a piece of beauty to shock people, it is enough to penetrate the soul. Just like the spring rain moisturizes the grass buds, but also let the beauty to baptize us in the dust and fame in the dyed soul, to the inner piece of pure tenderness.
The vehicles on the road drove by in a hurry, I don't know if they can feel the same beauty through the car window. I think, at this time walking people are blessed. I also believe that the flowers along the way, will certainly also leave a trace of beauty in the hearts of people passing by.
Life forward, the heart rejoices, to meet the scenery belonging to our respective lives. I hope that our life on the road regardless of the wind, rain and mud, but there are always flowers accompanied by a good date, such as every spring as promised.