#Winter Life Punch Season#The flowers are grateful, the leaves are falling, and the fruit is still on the branches. The heather grows red bunches of fruit, and in this ink emerald they are gathered into clusters, whose red turbans hang on the tree, which

#冬日生活打卡季 #

The flowers are gone, the leaves are falling, and the fruit is still on the branches.

Heather grows red bunches of fruit, gathered in clusters in this inky emerald, whose red turban hangs on the tree, and which sunset stays here?

In summer and autumn, Ziwei blooms many flowers, splendid flowers, blooming in the corners and corners of the city, like random graffiti. When winter comes, they are bare with their bare branches and small brown fruits, which are colorful and unpretentious.

Nantian Bamboo warms the cold of this world with its full and warm red, passion is scattered, enthusiasm is relaying, and everywhere you can see that small group of figures.

The Zhenshu tree bears blue-black fruits, and I heard that they can grow until May of the following year, just in time to bloom. Once, I passed by a chastity tree, and a flock of sparrows on the tree, the tree became loud and chirped, and I wondered which fruit fell from under the tree.

The tip of the fruit cracked and the coarse pseudoseed coat faded, revealing the ripe peel, which no one would pluck and sow it. It may scatter its seeds on the ground by a strong wind, and at some chance it will be covered with decaying leaves or thin soil, accumulate strength in the barrenness, grow roots at the right time, give birth to buds, and grow again, guarding this side of the lake.

Fruit! It is dispelling the cold with its fiery red, it is waiting for the next year's flowers to bloom, it is waiting for the wind to blow and the snow to fall waiting to be scattered into the dirt, perhaps they are the warmth, waiting and hope of this winter.