There is one of the most wonderful poems of beauty picking flowers, that is, the Tang Dynasty Yuan Shu's "Cherry Blossom": "Cherry blossoms, one branch and two branches of ten million flowers." / The flower bricks once stood up to pick flowers, and the skirts of Luo luo were red like fire. "The cherry tree is full of flowers, white as snow. The flower picker, dressed in a fiery red dress and with a graceful posture, once stood on top of this flower brick.
Cherry blossoms are beautiful, and naturally attract beautiful people to step on the flower bricks to pick regardless of their disregard. From the end of February to the beginning of March, it is the cherry blossom season in Dazu District of Chongqing. Recently, on Douyin, I saw cherry blossoms blooming, and the specific planting sites of cherry trees were in the ancient Buddha Temple, Gulin Village, Chejia Village, and Yujiagou in Baoding Town. However, the only words on the vibrato made me misunderstand, thinking that there should be a cherry forest.
I hurried to the ancient Buddhist temple in Baoding Town, only to see that both sides of the road were full of cherry blossoms, but I never saw the cherry forest, asked the local villagers to learn that there is no cherry forest here, and the cherry blossoms on both sides of the road are rewarded.
I came to the cherry tree by the side of the road, took my mobile phone, and photographed the graceful flower branches. In the past, when viewing flowers, it was always cloudy and the sky was gloomy, resulting in the background board of those flowers always being gray and white. Today is good, the sky is clear, and the sky is like a blue gem. The white clouds that occasionally float by are also otherworldly, unlike in the human world. Every branch of the cherry tree is full of flowers, and the snow-white branches are dotted with Qiong Yao.
I really envy those farmers, as soon as they go out, their eyes are full of flowers, and their ears are full of the symphony of bees buzzing. Unfortunately, in this lively spring color, not a single butterfly is involved.
Under the cherry, there are some very small blue flowers, azure petals, dark blue flower buds, elegant and beautiful, but the name is a little strange, called Arab mother-in-law, the flower language is healthy. Abba Bhagavatam, tenacious in life, also has the medicinal effect of dispelling wind and dehumidification, only because of the serious harm caused to cash crops, it is not loved by people.
Behind the cherry tree, I also saw a tree, with its branches and rugged branches, stretching out to the sky in a gesture, like an ink painting.
All the way to look at the flowers and trees, come to the baoding town near the Buddha Cliff. There is a small farm yard here, which is even more enviable. Cherry trees lined neatly on both sides of the path leading to the courtyard, and snow-white petals fluttered in the breeze.
Behind the cherry tree, there is a tall almond tree that needs to look up, and on the branches of the ink painting, there are light red dots, like a pink mist lingering between the branches. Against the background of the snow-white cherry blossoms, the apricot blossoms look more and more beautiful and pleasant.
At the entrance to the small farm yard, there is a small firewood room on each side, and a room of firewood is stacked. A few free-range chickens, some foraging, some walking.
At this moment, I heard that on the hillside opposite the courtyard, the cherry blossoms bloomed better. I pedaled the inclined slippery path up the hill. The cherry blossoms here are indeed luxuriant, and the branches are dotted with snow-white flowers.
Standing on the hillside, two cherry trees in front of me, one on the left and one on the right, silently blooming. At the end of the day, I saw only distant mountains, and on the heavy mountains that were slightly closer, the grass and trees were lush and lush. Closer, there is a neat road that winds through the hillsides. Near the highway, there is the enviable courtyard. The apricot blossoms behind the house were pink and smokey.
If you are in April and May, the ancient Buddhist temple, Gulin Village, Chejia Village, Yujiagou along the town of Baoding, the first fruit in early spring, the cherry will ripen, the fruit, exquisite, delicate, petite and cute.
I remember one year, there was a cherry tree growing outside the office door. We sit and watch the cherries, the flowers blossom and fall; we sit and watch the cherries, full of fruitful fruits. A female colleague walks around the cherry tree every day to see which cherry is the reddest. Who would have thought that birds would stare at cherries too? She was always faster than a bird, and she never ate the reddest cherry. The birds' beaks were particularly sharp, red cherries, and they had always eaten only half of them, and the remaining half of the cherries hung on the trees to anger the female colleague.