Late spring and early summer are in season when drunken white roses are in full bloom. When the valley rain and warm wind condensed, Xiaoxia suddenly blew open the bright and exquisite rose flowers, bringing a different kind of deep fragrance to the deep spring of the ancient garden. At this time, spring has entered the end, the beauty that was once purple and red, after all, is gradually drifting away, but the rose is just between the greenery, with fresh and bright flowers, sprinkling a fragrance all the way.
A courtyard full of roses. It, with the endless beauty of spring flowers, is content with loneliness and does not compete with a hundred flowers; it finally waits for its own flower season with its own persistence. On the branches, densely packed buds, one by one blooming with a smile, or wearing pink and red, or sideburns yan purple, occasionally plain white, Fang Fei Dou Yan.
The warm fragrance of flowers, like a waterfall, flows for thousands of miles, how can it not make people's hearts move?
The beauty of the rose has always been extremely prestigious, and from ancient times to the present, the number of people who love it is innumerable. The "Qunfang Spectrum" reads: "(Rose) when it opens in spring and summer, Qingfu is pleasant, and the screen is very good." Don't have wild roses, wild guests, snow white, pink, incense is more intense. Song Sushi has a poetic cloud: "There is no spring in the middle of the year, and loneliness blooms at the latest." Qin Guan also has a poetry cloud: "There are sentient peonies with spring tears, and there are weak roses lying on the branches."
In the reading hall, the suspicious boat, the bonsai garden, and the shores of the outer lake, clusters and clusters of roses bloomed, and the flowers of the season were swept away.