#Spring Punch Season ###春日记 #
I planted a few peonies in front of my door, and I look forward to it every day. This year's spring is always playing with sex, three days and two ends of the face. Peony is also a look of love and disregard for spring, purple leaves and plum flowers have withered, cherry blossoms have withered, bauhinia flowers have also withered, but peony still has no intention of flowering, and gradually, my heart of expectation is also a little tired.
However, its buds gradually grew, small, round, all very full, as if touching, it would open. The wind came, there was a warm breath brewing in the air, the peony flower finally changed its reserved appearance, the small head began to fluff, and a small crack opened at the top, and it quietly gathered its strength, waiting for the final impact.
By noon, it was blooming. The silver-white petals are crystal clear, thin as wings in the sun, and the sunlight swims on the petals, following the fine and dense veins above, and then stops on the flower bud, and with a gentle peck, the flower bud is set with the gold of the sun, and each slender flower stem is topped with small grains of rice, and clusters are clustered together to form a small crown. I heard that the beautiful Thumbelina lived in the flowers, so I leaned down to check carefully to see if there was a little girl with wings in the flowers.
However, the peony flowers had just bloomed, and they were a little shy in the face of my straight-eyed eyes, and they gathered the petals slightly inside, and tilted their heads obliquely, as if they were thinking, and as if they were moaning. The petals are like a white gauze skirt, and like a silky satin, gently swaying in the cool breeze, dancing, making people feel infinite pity.
Because of this year's epidemic, I have a lot of sorrow, "cherish the spring and be afraid of flowers blooming early", every time the face falls red, the time is not often there, and the feeling of when the golden year can be, so I locked myself in the hut and missed many times the blossoms. But the comings are still coming, the walking is still walking, the changes of the four seasons, the changes in personnel, how can they change because of us? Although the spring flowers are short, they are not afraid of wind and rain, they are not afraid of falling, and they bloom their beauty on time, so why should I be sad about spring and autumn? Let's open our arms and enjoy the beauty in front of you!