Spring flowers in the rain
Author: Nanfeng Picture @ Tang in the smoke wave
At the beginning of April, a spring rain quietly fell.
The magnolia trees bloom grandly in the light rain, and the cherry blossom path next door is open, and the flowers are extremely fragile in the rain, and there is a kind of clear beauty. I remember that there is a saying that says: "In the world, in the rain, there are flowers." The body is in the infernal place, and the heart is in the paradise. "In the wet season, instead of rushing to escape the rain and missing the spring scenery along the way, it is better to meet the flowers that bloom warmly.
Outside the dormitory, there are two groves, one of which is full of purple plums and small pink flowers in spring, and the other is a meadow with ginkgo biloba, which is paved with yellow leaves every autumn.
In spring and autumn, it is rainy, and the flowers and leaves are viewed through the dense water vapor, which is somewhat hazy. The rain amplifies the smell of the grass and trees, washes away the old dust, and when you look up, you can see the new green and pink everywhere, which makes people happy.
As Sammi Cheng sang in "Sometimes Everything": "Spring has the meaning of happiness, and the stars of the years grow great wisdom." Spring flowers, spring rain, spring breeze, all words related to spring have warm colors.
The rain outside the curtain was murmuring, like a barrier, trapping me in this healing and beautiful spring. I always feel that the time on a rainy day is slower than that on a sunny day, and you don't have to rush to the park on a rainy day, you can hold an umbrella and go to the park to see the flowers, and you don't have to worry about crowds.
I used my camera to record many flowers in the rain, and the petals were stained with crystal water droplets, which had a fragile beauty that made people feel pity. The spring time gradually scattered on the flowers of the tree, falling to the ground, and a string of tiny splashes emerging.
At noon, I received Ming Qian tea from my mother from my hometown, and in the afternoon, I boiled water to make a cup of spring tea. The tea leaves hidden in the cup bloom like flowers, and with just one sip, you can taste the taste of spring. After class, I passed by a bakery, where the Youth League was doing activities, so I bought two boxes of Youth League snacks as afternoon tea.
In the ticking sound of the spring rain, eating tea and watching flowers, there is no trivial trouble, smelling the breath of plants and trees mixed in the rain, Shi Shiran lingers beside him.
When you meet flowers in the rain, you meet the romance that belongs to spring, and you are looking for the joy of spring. On the muddy path full of fallen flowers, I walked by with an umbrella, passing by a life of a tree and flowers.
Plants and trees have their own hearts, and in the spring rain and a grass and a tree meet, with respect and love for nature, quietly watch, with joy and admiration.
I heard that picking flowers to make spring, embracing the wind in my arms, I will be a flower picker today, pick up the flowers that fall from the branches in the rain, and wait for a sunny day to dry the rain on the petals. Clip the dried flowers into the book, flattened, like a miniature version of spring.
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