The flowers and plants of nature express their love of life in their own unique way, embracing the colors of spring with bloom and nurturing rebirth with withering. Different seasons have a different charm of beauty, I especially like the spring flowers. As if only overnight, the world was covered with a colorful coat, yellow and green trees and grass, reflecting the red, pink, white, purple and other colors of flowers, a tree, a bush, you do not want me, I do not want you to compete to open, all want to compete in the splendor of the early spring in the first place, and even small wildflowers on the grass is not willing to lag behind, and have to show a bright smile, so that the world steeply adds an infinitely soft and vivid colors. The world steeply added an infinite soft and vivid colors. Trees green, grass green, flowers bloom, birds smile, bees buzzing busy, butterflies dance in the flowers, kites also race like flying in the sky, people end the long winter brought about by the lethargy, back to nature, trekking and enjoying the spring, feel the spring tenacity and vitality of the vigor and vitality of the spring, so that the life also adds unlimited hope. All the dreams and expectations will be sprouted in this new and colorful spring, which will bring infinite vitality.
The sun is shining, the breeze is soft, it is rare to have a period of leisure time in the spring, you do not want to miss the beautiful flowers. Thinking about the last time to take pictures of apricot blossoms in the middle of March, when in addition to apricot blossoms and forsythia, many flowers are still budding, and now after a week, probably the other flowers are in full bloom, right? So, it is alone out of the house, in the park of the hundred flowers quietly enjoy flowers, photographing flowers, intend to keep this fleeting flowers, not to live up to this beautiful flowers and picturesque spring color.
Sure enough, the last time the apricot blossom full of the scene is gone, that large pieces of trees like clouds like snow white, leisurely wafting fragrance was replaced by withered petals, sadly silent there, once busy non-stop bees flew elsewhere in search of nectar. Apricot forest petals fell all over the place, has grown green and purple leaves on the apricot tree only left the remnants of the furry flower tip, let a person steeply born a trace of sadness to. Spring color is pleasant, but the limited flowering period, the most beautiful petals can not withstand the polishing of time, the aroma will eventually be scattered by the breeze. Fortunately, I did not miss its most beautiful time. I think I waited for how many years, but also countless times and it passed by, only this year I went to the appointment as scheduled, fortunate enough to catch the apricot blossoms in full bloom in the days of its encounter, in the wash over the general blue sky, photographed the most beautiful apricot blossom face, drunkenly admiring the beauty of the tree of flowers, like a group of white immaculate fairies without dust fell into the earth, adding to the earth's infinite March flavors. I am lucky, I put the beautiful filled my bag, loaded into my memory, decorated with my simple life of plain happiness.
The forsythia's flowering period is very long, at this time is still densely full of brilliant yellow flowers, just branches have been like a sword out of the blade like a small green leaves, dotted in pieces of brilliant yellow bright colors, more fresh and bright. It trumpet-like flowers in the spring breeze, flaunting a cheerful and playful four petals, as if playing the music of spring, beating a playful spring notes. Forsythia is the messenger of spring, together with spring flowers, the earliest to meet the arrival of spring, like a dedicated spring girl, leading the buds of the flowers, fighting for color, to be beautiful flowers spring infinity, she silently withdrew from the stage of the spring flowers swaying, submerged in a sea of green. Until this year, I was in the process of flower photography, only from the information to re-recognize the spring flowers, but also finally distinguished between the confusion of many years of forsythia and the difference between the spring flowers. But in my heart, these two flowers are still the messenger of spring, with their brilliant bright colors ushered in the beautiful purple and red, colorful spring flowers.
Then look at the magnificent magnolia flowers, is no longer a few days ago shy buds, it is as if desperately trying to break out of the constraints, one by one up to the sky, not to the green leaves for the embellishment, proudly look at the group of flowers, in a blossoming posture to embrace the blue sky, blue water, wind and warm sun. Dotted in the meadow of the magnolia trees, different sizes, different postures, but all are graceful, attention-grabbing. The colors are pinkish purple, beige, and pure white. Tall white magnolia tree as if straight into the sky, so that the green flower-appreciation people look and sigh, its white flowers can only look up and can not be close to see, but also so that people's camera lens can not be close to perceive its delicate petal veins. So, those compact purple magnolia, yellow magnolia tree has become the target of people "onlookers", camera, cell phone, "anti-aircraft guns", each in its own way, you side of the song I appeared on the scene, the spring clamor full of vitality. Remember many years ago, the first acquaintance with the magnolia of the surprise is not less than Columbus discovered the New World, until today, people that surprised and ecstatic look is still vivid in my mind. In the city streets of the green belt or park lawn, magnolia flowers alone, cold and colorful bloom, in that dry, bare branches, there will be so good-looking, brilliant flowers, blandly away from the hustle and bustle, pretty also do not fight for spring, only the spring to report. From then on, people remembered the magnolia, fell in love with it, and have been loving it until now.
Shapely willow also by a few days ago the pale yellow goose into emerald green, from a distance, yellow-green furry willow buds interspersed among the young leaves with the willow dancing lightly, as if to the willow branches plus a fashionable fleece jacket, in the ancient and artistic gas trunk set off appear to be extra curvaceous. Jasper make up a tree high, ten thousand hanging down the green silk sash. A weeping willow like a very beautiful spring girl's shoulder-length hair, comparable to stand in a row, in the park's clear turquoise lake is reflected in a blue rippling reverie. Trees are green, the water is also green, from a distance, this light yellow-green color is connected to a piece, let a person think of the old black and white photographs dyed on the silk goose yellow. Willow is the messenger of spring, to bring the message of spring to every corner of the earth, but also take the lead in the green color on the branches, if the world without willow, how silent and dark ah, no willow decorated, I think the hundred flowers will also lose the delicate style.
Under the warmth of the March sunshine, all kinds of flowers and trees are competing with each other to open. Purple leaf plum petite and beautiful posture like a small one of the apricot blossom, brilliantly blossomed, green and purple leaves have acted as a flower guardian, accompanied by a group of flowers densely swaying in the branches. In the park winding roadside is like a graceful guard of honor, row by row, in a floral gesture to meet the visitors who approached him. White and pink tree fragrance, huge and spectacular sea of flowers, attracted the tourists stunning eyes, but also caused the bees buzzing and singing fly around to collect honey busy. Standing under the tree, bees and butterflies dance, the fragrance burst. Prosperous canopy, pink flower clusters like a dynamic sea of flowers, undulating and swaying with the wind, exciting. I came at the right time, this purple plum blossom is in full bloom, is the most beautiful flowering period, it is the most fragrant, the best years is probably more than so so to the world to show the beauty to the ultimate rosy color.
After a few more days to go again, once full of fragrant purple leaf plum has also been the flowers of the silence, replaced by more flowers rush like scrambling to bloom. Peach blossoms, pear blossoms, cherry blossoms, wheat plums, begonias, elms, lilacs, red stripes, and so on are also competing to be the first to open one after another, which can be described as beautiful purple and red, colorful. There is also a flower for the first time in my life, it has a nice name called chrysanthemum peach, petals like chrysanthemum and flower color such as peach, beautiful as a tree of peach red, fragrant in the spring, a unique show of beautiful posture. There are some unknown flowers, a cluster, a clump, a string, rush like swaying in their respective branches, thousands of forms, different postures, colorful, colorful and enchanting. The lawn is dotted with purple wildflowers and yellow dandelions, well-known and unknown flowers and grasses, are in the spring this vigorous vitality, brilliantly proclaimed their own beauty.
My favorite flower scent is Xifu begonias, its light sweet fragrance with the spring breeze drifting leisurely, as if smelling the May acacia flowers, can not help but stop to watch, gently sniff the flowers. It is from the low beginning of the fork on the long thin branches of the elegant stance, in the spring breeze swaying strings of pink and white flowers, and leisurely sent a refreshing light fragrance. Sometimes night walk under the begonia tree, do not look at the tree first smell the flowers, the sweet sweet fragrance of this refreshing nose, drunken heart, as if back to the youth of two nine years of age, we will know that this hovering trees, light sweet fragrance of flowers is not Begonia Xifu Mo belongs to.
The night with a flashlight to enjoy the flowers is a unique flavor, the darkness of the various flowers are not like the darkness of the night that silent, silent only our eyes and the darkness of the cover, each of the life of the tiny cells are in motion, are constantly changing, blooming or withering, there is a brewing process. So, at night to enjoy the flowers has become a hobby I enjoy, quiet night, I seem to hear the sound of the flowers blooming, as if to see them flourish when the smile or wither when the tears. When I shine a flashlight on them, they responded to me with a warm feeling that is quite different from the daytime. These lives, in the darkness of the night continues to charm the beauty, in the silence of the fragrance of flowers, when the morning light to light up the darkness, the dewy petals will leave the most beautiful moment to the warmth of the sun.
Walking in the beautiful purple and red, fragrant park scenery, the rich aroma of a leisurely slide through the nose, fragrant every wisp of air. Follow this fragrance to find, the original source of this fragrance is a fragrant lilac. There are purple lilacs, there are white lilacs, colorful, fresh and elegant. It is a small dense cross-shaped petals tightly clustered together, a cluster, a group, like a collective embrace, the fragrance gathered into a natural source of fragrance, leisurely exudes a rich fragrance, refreshing, people linger. Nearby, a cluster of lilac delicate and elegant, as if a group of Republic of China girls wearing student uniforms; from a distance, a group of flower clusters scattered and densely distributed, as if dotted in the blue sky of the white clouds. The lilac trees on the lawn and the roadside add a romantic and cozy mood to the spring. I don't know why the girl with sadness in Dai Wangshu's "Rainy Lane" has the same sadness and melancholy as lilacs. Maybe it is because of the lonely rain dirge, so that the lilac fragrance stained with the rain sorrow, and in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, leaving a touch of uncertainty and melancholy. I also hope that there will be a rainfall at this moment, in the fragrance of lilacs, in the long road, in the misty rain, holding a flower umbrella, perhaps, I will also be the lilacs like the knot with the sorrow of the "girl"?
What I love most about this season is the stunning beauty of the peach blossoms. The pink, light pink and pink and white peach blossoms, such as a beautiful shy girl, shy and sentimental half-covered delicate face, so that every woman with which to take a picture has a more chic shyness and charm. "Last year today in this door, the face of the peach blossom red. I don't know where the face has gone, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in spring". Years go by, time flies like an arrow, it is already difficult to meet the old man, peach blossom year after year smile spring breeze. Look at the branches, peach blossoms or groups of three or five, or three or two, or alone brilliant. Some will also be a line, a branch of staggered, dense open branches, they are dense and irregularly clustered together, like the sinus lovers whispering, also like the delicate pink-faced beauty, shy with a smile, lightly cover the lips of the cherry blush face, caused the group of flowers envied the landscape, no light. Spring breeze, peach blossom pink petals gently falling with the wind, such as colorful fluttering peach blossom rain, rosy a world of feelings, attracting writers and writers competing in admiration. Throughout the ages, there have been many poems and songs celebrating the peach blossom, expressing people's love for the peach blossom. Mr. Jiang Dawei's song "where the peach blossoms bloom" has been sung for a long time, and the sound is rising, because of this classic song, peach blossoms and hometown, and lovers are linked together. This allows me to see the peach blossom every time, my mind will always flash a different picture.
In the spring of my youth, I climbed up the peach tree and picked a branch of peach blossom, and after all these years, is it still blooming in the bottle of memory? The pink petals can still reflect the childhood partner's smile like a flower? Hometown of the spring breeze, caressing the face of the years, the fine lines of the years gently carved into the memories, a touch of the brilliant pink haze decorated into the rainbow in the dream. Any time long, blossom, any past is far away, the end of the world dissipated, the peach blossom from the distant memories come gracefully, accompanied by the hometown of the wind and rain, morning dew, still in today's spring breeze swaying, blossom.
March peach blossoms, love in March is as fragrant as peach blossoms. There is a more brilliant smile than the peach blossom? It is your tenderness that has opened the stamens of the smiling flowers. Is there a more beautiful face than the peach blossom? It was your honey-stained heart that modified my tears. The peach blossom blossoms every year, and love lasts forever. Love under the peach blossom tree, in the four seasons of the human world, full of fragrance, walking through a plain day, walking through a year of happy time, walking in the haze of wind and rain, more sunshine and fragrance of flowers on the road. Occasionally look back, the memory of the peach blossom rain flying in that spring, young smiles bright as flowers, happiness into the beautiful peach blossom red. You and I hold hands, with the bath spring rain, *** enjoy the sunset sunset, in the flowers of the season, stored for a lifetime to recall the sweetness.
Another year of spring is thick, hundreds of flowers still smile spring breeze. Wandering in the boundless sea of flowers, in their most beautiful flowering period to feel the splendor of different forms, feel the tenacious vitality of the spring, but also this spring hope entrusted to the breeze, the moon, the fragrance of the flowers and sunshine, give life like a flower like the freedom of the blossom, the warmth of the spring flowers, the age of peace!