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"April in the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms of the mountain temple begin to bloom" This is true, and when the flowers in the urban area are about to end, the flowers on the pool are blooming brightly.
Patches of orchard peach blossoms scorching, quaint vicissitudes on the branches are bright red flowers in the spring; The untided grass on the edge of the field is not lonely, and the buds of flowers or yellow or purple are stubbornly swaying with the wind; The newly turned dirt looked at the outside world with wet eyes.
About three or five confidants sniff the breath of spring in the peach orchard, and the freshness is the reverie of the xanadu peach orchard; Occasionally, the peach branches cover the road, and the turn and detour seem to enter the ever-changing "Peach Blossom Island", and Huang Laoevil has a contemptuous glance at these stupid laymen. Holding his breath in fear, he was afraid of disturbing this tranquility. Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei were heroic in front of the Xiang case, "not to be born in the same month and month of the same year, but to die on the same day of the same month of the same year"; Kong Wukong's indulgence in squandering the Immortal Fruit in the Peach Tuan; Bao Wang, Dai Yu peeked at "Hui Zhen Ji" under the peach tree, and the falling petals were like butterflies around them...
I always feel that the peach blossom is a bit similar to the plum, the cracked branches are very strong, and the flourishing flowers stand on it. Mei gave people pride in the cold wind, and peaches amazed the human world when all things recovered, the same beauty, the same touching people's hearts.
At the end of the peach orchard, there is a stream of water, and the water splashes happily over the white waves, and the sound is babbling. I remember Zhang Ailing saying, "The sound of rain is babbling, like living by the stream, I would rather it rain every day, thinking that you can't come because it rains."
At the bend of the stream, a woman carries a basket to wash freshly picked cabbage by the stream. It turns out that the present world is safe and hidden in the city, hidden in the fireworks of the world. The heart brightens, the flowing water falls and the flowers move, the flowing water floats with small peach petals as if holding the wine to flow in front of whom, or there is a pair of fibrous hands that are trying to hold to the lips, or a pair of large hands that are trying to take a drink and finish it. When you have drunk the wine, spit out lotus flowers, and the witty words are full of pearls. Then the flower discernment with the flow of water, as if to complete their mission, from the buds to the face of the peach blossom, to the flowers flying flowers in the sky, and then to the birth of a small peach, like a meteor across the sky, although there is no trace of light, like raindrops falling in a flash, although silent and breathless, there is also a virtue.
Grateful for the heavens and the earth, beauty is a moment, a thought. And this fluttering wisp is all in the bottom of the heart, so the mind is clear, everything is clear, and everything is beautiful!
About author:Sun Jianping, female, member of Shandong Prose Literature Association, zibo writers association, zibo network writers association, boshan regional writers association, works scattered in newspapers and media, now working for shanbo motor group co., LTD.
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