Author |" Qin Huaisang"
Header |" Rose - Happy Face"
Winter garden, quiet and cold, as if asleep, even if the sound of water, pine wind and throat, can not wake it up.
In the cold winter, there are very few tourists, and there is a quiet atmosphere everywhere. Xu xing, wonderful.
The winding snake path leads to the Bamboo Mountain Pavilion and also to the Kabuki Water Pavilion.
On the edge of a simple curved bridge, some people are independent and full of wind, and some people sit quietly and wait for the flowers to fall.
Xiaoxuan tea soup is boiling, and light smoke peeks out of the wooden lattice window, refreshing the heart and lungs.
The people in the water corridor walked by, and the clothes were fragrant and shadowy, and there was even a sense of dream.
@Garden under white walls▼
The powder wall has the texture and texture of Lao Xuan over the years, the feel is slightly rough, it can retain the meaning of time and shade, and the leakage marks of the Sun and Moon Shadow House can be followed.
The row of green tiles pressed against the wall is quiet like a poetic sentence, with a deep and timeless meaning; and like a woman's slender eyebrows, beautiful and dignified.
If you have corrugated snow, look at it from a distance, plain white and green daisy, complement each other, and the meaning of the ink Jiangnan classical garden is about to come out.
@Moxiu-Wen▼
A few bamboo poles are repaired on the side of the wall, qingjun is not bad, the wind blows the leaves, one by one overlapping, the shadow falls on the wall, like an ink sketch, and like a seven-word sentence, the meaning is far-reaching, so that people can read it again and again, full of poetry.
Looking at a tree of plum blossoms through the leaky window, the shadows are enough, full of hazy beauty. The plum blossoms bloom to two or three minutes, touching the eye, and each branch feels pleasing. The plum petals are small, especially with a delicate meaning. The aroma floats up, lingering between the noses, clear and fragrant, as if carrying the morning dew.
@Image Vision Yang▼
Beauty Tea was born a beauty. She put on light makeup, and the rouge was very light and lightly spread on her face, red and pink, beautiful. Allow her and Shame to go. Allow her to peek through the green window screen. To allow her to be angry, to think of the warbler cry of spring. Allow her heart to break, leave the flowers behind, toss and turn, and sleep and sleep. Then the cold was gone, and then the spring aquatic, the spring warbler, she was full of joy, re-formed the small flower sac, and put her heart and mind out.
The orange tree still retains twenty or thirty small oranges. Orange red is lovely, and it does not wither after winter. The first time I typed "little orange", "small sentence" popped up in the document. It is also true that if the orange tree is a short article in the winter garden collection, then isn't the orange a small sentence that is enduring and durable?
@Rose - Cheerful▼
Loquat evening green, the leaves are still cold green by winter. Clusters of white flowers, with a sweet fragrance, attract small bees to come to collect honey, all day long "buzzing" non-stop. Loquat flowers are more beautiful than on the branches, leisurely, like a light snow.
According to the southern Tianzhu with a peak of bamboo shoots, the fruit is small and varied, and hundreds of grains are made into a cluster, which is quite rewarding. Another benefit of the southern gerbilical fruit is its durability and can last until the spring of February and March. Seeing frost and snow and seeing spring thunder, the heart is still pure and innocent, unchanged until death.
@Dark Fragrant Sleeve 1965▼
The barge is tortuous, the pool water is blue, reflecting the pavilions and pavilions, reflecting the shadow of the curved bridge trees, making people wonder if there is also a quaint garden world in the water.
The little eel (pì tī) originally floated on the surface of the water, suddenly plunged into the water, and drilled out from a few feet away, giving people a transient transfer technique, which was extremely cute.
The red fish swims through the shadows of the trees, trying to clear up the intricate branches and leaves, who knows that the more chaotic they are, the more chaotic the shadows of the trees are mixed up, confused as ink. The little fish quickly fled and hid by the side of the small pavilion stone rock.
The laughter on the side of the lake mountain stone was low, and someone came down from the mountain pavilion, crossed the curved bridge in three steps and two steps, turned into the moon cave gate, and could not be seen.
The finches jump on the branches and chirp a few times from time to time.
The wind blew the leaves of the wood with a loud sound.
Although there is sound, it is very quiet.
The winter garden, quiet like an ancient scroll, slowly unfolds, you are in it.
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