The view is unique this way
In the early winter sun ditch, the tree has no leaves, whimpering alone on the side of the road, the grass has no verdant green, the dead yellow sways in the wind, the ginkgo road that used to be crowded with tourists is empty, and the main road occasionally has cars speeding by, and this place has been forgotten by time.
I strolled on this silent street, no matter north, south, west and east, both sides of the road are old Russian-style buildings and Japanese-style buildings, each Japanese-style building has a courtyard, faintly visible green shadows, you can imagine their vitality and beauty, but the bleakness in front of me is slightly sad.
Suddenly, my eyes lit up, the yard in front of me, the dark red fence could not close the garden full of Ziyan red, I quickened my pace and rushed over, I couldn't believe my eyes, it was simply too beautiful: a yard of chrysanthemums, one pot next to another neatly and staggeredly placed, so that my eyes were overwhelmed, I could see this one beautifully, and I was afraid of missing another more beautiful one. I like hydrangeas, I like jasper small, I like beautiful curly hair, I like dragon claws, I like fountains, I like it like being full, I like it like it, anyway, I like it all, I love to see, gaze and gaze, I feel as if I have become one of them.
I took out my phone to take a picture, but immediately put it down again, for fear of blocking my line of sight, stop to admire, these chrysanthemums have their own characteristics, some are beautiful and elegant, some are bright and dazzling, some are pavilions and jade, some are tall and chested, some are graceful, some are like mountains and flowing water, cascading down, some are like young women, charming and moving. A gust of wind blows, and they are like flower fairies in full costume, dancing in the green leaves, exuding a faint fragrance, refreshing the heart. And lo and behold! This red flower is like fire, that white is like snow, this pink flower is like Xia, that yellow flower is like gold, this one is dream purple, that one is mint green, so many colors, as if the painter accidentally knocked over the dye plate, these colors are splashed out freely, unrestrained, and unreservedly, blooming so unrestrained, so passionate, so persistent, it is really beautiful.
Who would have thought that this early winter, the season of depression, the season of withering of all things, the chic courtyard is the world of chrysanthemums. How fascinating, how dazzling, how amazing under the sun!
The view is unique here!
