Flowing water Song Qin, Zhao Jiazhen
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On the last day of the holiday, I couldn't resist the temptation of spring, and after being woken up by the morning light, I picked up my camera and went to Xiaoyuan.
If you happen to wake up early, you still like to enjoy your morning exercise.
Anyway, it's a morning exercise, instead of sweating with steel fitness equipment at home, it is better to relax and integrate into nature, with flowers and birds, beautiful scenery, and the mood will be quietly dyed with a little poetic and picturesque. Why not?
"If you don't go to the small garden, how can you know that spring is as promised?"
Just to the small garden, I have seen the flowers blooming like a waterfall, the birds are fluttering, jumping and singing in the trees among the flowers, sure enough, the scenery is infinite, like, like.
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Photographers like me often have a problem, even though it is only a corner of spring, they still linger, fiddling with all angles to find their favorite pictures.
At the entrance of the small garden, a piece of weeping begonia flowers blooms delicately, the pink beauty is general, and the morning light has new makeup, which has a unique sense of beauty.
Two aunts who were exercising in the morning not far away came over:
"Girl, go inside and shoot it, it's better. ”
"Well, thank you. ”
Xiaoyuan is actually behind my house, so it is also familiar, but I should still thank the aunts for their enthusiastic reminders.
Because the small garden is behind the building, it is slightly shaded, so the peach blossoms of a tree bloom a little later, which makes people not think of Mr. Bai Letian's "The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom." ”
I have been photographing flowers for a long time, in addition to being keen on shooting flower shadows, I also know how to appreciate the flowers, especially when this waterfall flowers collide with me, and we are happy with each other.
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In addition to appreciating the flowers, I can't help but praise the flower masters.
In this year, the old trees in the small garden are becoming more and more verdant, and the new trees are dotted in the meantime, which is quite artistic, also poetic and Zen, simplifying, not only rich in layers, but also harmonious in color, ink into the scene, danqing into the painting, and more small birds chirping in the meantime, achieving a touch of smart nature.
When I was photographing the flowers, there was a gardener cleaning up the miscellaneous branches, and the two masters were looking from afar, turning left and right, looking for inspiration for the care of a cherry blossom.
Looking at each other, smiling and understanding each other, they are all people who love flowers, and a beautiful garden is placed in their hearts.
A tree and a flower, a waterfall flows, the four seasons are reincarnated, the light and shadow are swaying, and the years are quiet.
Standing under the flowers, feeling the soft fragrance of the flowers, listening to the wind and the murmur of the flowers, living up to April and spring.