After the morning reading class, there was only a class in the third or fourth period, and I ate a bowl of spicy soup leisurely, waiting for a friend who did not have a class in the second period, and went to the campus to enjoy the flowers as usual.
It had just rained, the sky was very far away, the road was wet, and the flowers and grass were also moist, fresh and translucent.
This year's rain always comes in time, and the flowers, grasses, and trees have absorbed enough nutrients and water, and they are growing vigorously with all their strength.
Everywhere is the grass and flowers, the green trees are like silk, the scene of falling flowers, under the rain, in the wind, or delicate, or moving, or swaying, or fresh and refined.
I got to know the lilacs, the flowers are very small, and several flowers are clustered together, like a big knot. We said that it was suitable to teach students Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley". On a rainy day, the lilacs bloom, light purple with pink and white, so elegant and pure against the backdrop of green leaves, the nose leans over, and the fragrance is also faint, like the lilac-like girl with a grievance. This situation is so in line with the teaching situation!
Most of the peach blossoms have failed, the ground is red, occasionally there are a few branches, still blooming on the branches, pink peach blossoms, but after the wind and rain, has faded the powder, lost color, lost the petals, the peach leaves have come out very high, grow several leaves, urging the flowers to fall to the ground quickly, so as to give it more nutrients. Hua'er seems to know this kind of sacrifice very well, because she knows that when the flower falls, there will be leaves, there will be fruit, Hua'er is Guo'er's mother, and she is willing to fall into the red dust for Guo'er, which is another ode to mothers.
I lamented why the greatness of mother's love always had to be sacrificed, and my friend lamented why the good years were so short.
She said, two days ago when I passed by, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, ready to invite you to enjoy the peach blossoms, I didn't think about it, less than two days, the flowers have been defeated, it is really time to wait for no one. But then again, flowers are fading much faster than people are getting older. Fortunately, I collected some peach blossom petals two days ago, sandwiched them in the book, and made them into dried flowers, hoping that they can become the eternal spring in my textbook.
I especially appreciate my friend's little mood and little elegance, and life should be treated by us like this!
We continued to walk all the way, taking pictures and enjoying the flowers all the way, chatting all the way, capturing the little bits and pieces of beauty, and treating this wonderful time well.
Before I knew it, I came to the college, which is the most beautiful corner of the campus.
The green bricks are accompanied by tile paint, and the white horse steps on the new mud.
The open window is matched with Zhu Liang, and the bamboo forest looks at the bauhinia.
Birds follow the flowing water, singing and laughing.
The red is not ruthless, and the leaf fruit is more suitable.
In response to Jay Chou's tune, looking at the foreground, listening to the chirping of birds and our laughter, I recited this poem nonsense.
The redbud flowers outside the courtyard are blooming brightly, like red beans in front of the window, decorating our dreams. My friend sent the photo to her daughter, who replied: What a dream world!
Yes, like a dream, wearing a gorgeous red and purple robe, shuttling between prosperity and coolness, a handful of acacia beans fell between the branches and turned into crystal clear teardrops. Noble and shy, sweet and charming, forgetting whether her essence is gorgeous or graceful, no matter what, looking at her, we are full of joy.
I didn't care to look at the road, and while walking on the road, I suddenly tripped over the rattan on the side of the road. Oops, this is Wisteria Luo's vine, and my friend is as surprised as if he has discovered a new world: our school also has Wisteria Luo!
I remembered Wisteria Falls, and it was a dream. But why is there only such a small clump here? I'm a little suspicious.
My friend picked up the bushes with his hands to take a closer look, and sure enough, a newborn wisteria vine was stretching outward, because there was no support, it grew very wanton and wild, and the branches and branches covered the path in the bushes, and this one was still sprouting.
Moved a few steps forward, and another one climbed around the marble railing in front of the courtyard, this one already has flower bones, the flower bones are fluffy, hanging low for a long time, and there are already some purple petals, like a kind of local name in the mountains of my hometown, the medicinal herb called Prunella vulgaris, which also blooms with purple flowers, and is also such eyebrows and eyes. But I know that when the wisteria roses are in full bloom, they are more graceful and elegant than it. It will be like a waterfall, pouring down, making people look at it for thousands of years.
I agreed with my friend that when we came back from vacation, we would come here to watch the wisteria flowers bloom in full bloom. Before he finished speaking, when he looked up, another wisteria rose into view. One, two, three, four, we counted, and there were four wisteria roses in this square inch of land. Isn't it a few years from now, they will form a wisteria promenade where we can enjoy the purple waterfalls?
The scientific name is Prunella vulgaris
Friends say there will be a day. Perhaps, in the future, there will be fewer students, and this place will become a nursing home, where we can retire every day and enjoy the beautiful scenery!
Well, the future is good, but the present is better, and we continue to find the good.
Leaving this quiet and quaint academy, we didn't go far, among the weeds by the pool, we found another cluster of plants with purple flowers, I don't know its name, but its leaves are very special, oval leaves, the periphery is light yellow, like blooming petals, but the middle and inside are emerald green. The purple flowers, hidden in such light yellow and tender green leaves, are colorful, and under the background of the withered branches and grass, they are more energetic and high-spirited.
Stopping and setting off again, a white begonia tree poured into my arms. By the pool, red, yellow, and white carp swim leisurely, begonia flowers sway in the wind, and countless blooming petals fall into the dust, among the miscellaneous trees, and into the water.
At this time, the begonia flowers are in full bloom, the flower bones are pink, the fully blooming flowers are white, and the half-blooming flowers are white and pink gradient colors. Captured the gradient color with the camera, and was thinking about how to speak well for this flower, but I didn't think that Su Shi's sentence "A pear tree pressed begonia" had blurted out out out of place, making people blush.
Who made this poem so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, seeing the begonia, the picture is so strong, I think, there are few people who don't associate it like this. Therefore, Lao Su is still powerful! A joke has made a fortune through the ages.
Crossing the small bridge, flowing water, walking through the peach blossom forest and bamboo forest, I came to the corner of the red brick and tile of the teaching building, and a camellia also bloomed.
The camellia flowers are large and red, and they bloom very proudly and dazzlingly. But today's flowers have lost their former colors, and they fall to the ground one by one, although they are still bright and dazzling, but they are like red hearts that have fallen to the ground, and they will soon change color.
There are only a few flowers on the branches and leaves, although they are strong, but they are already full of trees. They are either withered or defeated, and none of them maintain their original grace and bearing.
Who said that the years never defeat the beauties? They are clearly defeated in the most beautiful years to the years of ups and downs.
This youth that has fallen to the ground is like people who have experienced the trials and tribulations of life too early, those who can't stand it, fall red all over the ground, and the fragrance is lost; those who can withstand it are also full of tiredness and vicissitudes.
We are very glad that we thank God for your kindness, allowing us to spend a fairly warm and quiet youth. Entering middle age, even if we have experienced wind and rain, I think we will have the courage and calmness to face them, after all, we have been young!
Thank you again for your providence, and please continue to care for all those who love life in this world.
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