The home of spring is both peaceful and full of fun, like a painting of activity.
The sky in front of the courtyard, so blue, floating white clouds, seems to be able to float down at any time, stop at the high and low roofs, perch on the green treetops, and put on a white and charming wedding dress for the spring trees.
But don't worry, the flowers and trees in the yard, under the breeze of the spring wind, show the most beautiful side, without additional decoration, it is already beautiful.
In front of and behind my house, like other people's homes, there are many trees, flowers and plants. There are the most common fruit trees, such as orange trees, pear trees, peach trees, cherry trees and the like. There are also easy-to-live flowers and plants, such as orchids, moonflowers, yellow flowers, wild lilies, etc. There are also some medicinal plants, such as eucommia, peppermint, yellow ginger, and ground. In the spring yard, all kinds of flowers bloom and smell good.
There is always a dog in the house, or a flock of chickens. In the warm and melting sun, the chickens that have just experienced a winter of tempering have grown up a lot, taking heroic steps, and some are old chickens that have been raised for more than a year or even longer, leisurely and slowly, and are very peaceful in time.
In the spring, the yard was changed into a flower dress, the air was full of flowers, and the peach blossoms were pink like the smiling face of a girl, which was even more ordinary, and also amazed the whole courtyard. The pear blossoms are so white that they are not stained with a trace of variegation, but the flowers of the wicker are like green caterpillars. The ground is a clump here, a cluster of flowers there, reflecting the dirt courtyard, the mottled walls, the mossy steps.
People always take advantage of the spring light to go to the fields to work. The chickens, as if they were the masters of the courtyard, paced around the courtyard without anyone else, or ate; or stood in front of a stone bowl to drink water; or pecked in the grass; or crooked their necks, staring at the small black eyes, as if thinking about something. The red rooster is always active, flapping its wings and shouting a few times toward the blue sky "Oh Oh Oh", which is very loud, as if calling out to the chickens, "It's time for a meeting!" ”。 Half-sized chickens are difficult to distinguish between male and female, groups of light walkers, like to get together, the yellow and red flowers, in order to compete for a vegetable leaf, it will also make a fuss. The most chronic are the old hens, slowly coming out of the circle, often falling behind the line, never in a hurry.
The spring yard is quiet, or the sun is clear, or it is a cloudy day, the flowers are full of flowers, there are also petals falling in clusters, red and white like colorful rain, it is really a violent thing, but who cares. The chickens scattered in the yard will have a little falling flowers on their feathers, and there are more petals on the ground. Suddenly I felt that the chicken had the temperament of a poet. Some chickens peck at the flowers on the ground, and maybe the flowers are delicious. On a sunny day, the family's yellow dog also crouched under the peach blossom tree, squinting in the sun, ignoring the chattering chickens passing by.
When it is almost dark, the chickens themselves will line up to enter the circle, the chicken pen is next to the old pear tree, the moon rises, the moonlight is white, and the pear blossoms are as white as jade carvings on the moonlit night. The chicken pens gradually stopped moving, but even at night, they were still smoked by the fragrance of flowers.
People who have been busy for a day are now returning, it is dark, and the lights are on. Adults are busy cooking, children are playing, and there are still petals floating in the air in the night. In the smoke of cooking, the aroma of the meal drifted around, and while eating, I smelled the fragrance of flowers and plants sent by the wind.
In the spring of childhood, every breath of air breathed in is fresh and wrapped in sweetness. Wake up every day by the chirping of chickens and start a fresh day again.
Sometimes walking outside, the thin fog is drifting, the sky blue mountain green, cauliflower yellow, wheat seedling green, pink wall Dewa are all flooded by chunfei, hear the chicken barking, dog barking, really feel that every chicken, every dog is full of happiness, deeply experience the beauty of the season.
When I grew up, I had to leave home and stay away from my village for the sake of making a living and dreaming. Every spring, I think of my family yard, peach blossoms, pear blossoms and plum blossoms blooming everywhere, chickens running out of the circle, playing all day. I really miss them! I envy them!