"Waiting for leisure to know the east wind, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring. ”
Spring, like a colorful picture, with the spring breeze as the pen and the spring rain as the ink, outlines the green mountains and depicts the colorful flowers.
The sky is a pale blue, like a quiet lake, gently blown by the spring breeze, with layers of ripples. White clouds, soft and comfortable, in a blue thought, leisurely walking.
Sunlight shines through the green leaves, casting dappled light and shadow. Every leaf is a new birth, telling the infinite beauty of spring.
The flowers, as if in a hurry, are next to each other, and one tree is blooming one after another.
Walking in the spring breeze, everywhere is fragrant, sweet, as if drinking honey. No matter how many worries there are, they are also dissipated by the fragrance of flowers.
Spring flowers, no matter how enthusiastic they bloom, are not excessive.
Spring, so beautiful and so short, it really can't be disappointed.
The spring breeze is like wine, which makes people intoxicated. Why don't you be a flower watcher quietly?
Flowers and spring breeze, I go with spring.
Every spring, I wait silently for the magnolia tree in front of the window to bloom.
When the spring is cold, the flowers and bones of magnolia are hugged tightly, and only when the warm east wind is given an order, they slowly begin to stretch their muscles and bones.
The flower bones are getting bigger and bigger, and the color is getting lighter and lighter.
If I didn't pay attention, when I went to look again, the magnolia flowers were already blooming.
Its bloom is silent, as if overnight, it will open up with a bang.
The magnolia in the night, like a jade wine glass, is full of moonlight, which makes people drunk when they smell it.
After a spring rain, magnolia flowers fall from the branches one by one with the wind and rain. The white petals, like tears condensed in the years, fell drop by drop.
Even if the withered petals turn to dust, they are accompanied by crystal dewdrops, exuding a quiet fragrance.
Magnolia, like an elegant woman, when the flowers bloom, do not fight or grab, and when the flowers fall, they are silent.
The liveliness of spring belongs to begonias. No matter where you go, you can see pink or white begonias.
Xifu begonia, weeping silk begonia, sticky stem begonia and papaya begonia, sometimes even can't tell what kind of begonia is in front of you, but it doesn't matter, the clouds of this tree are steaming, enough to make people forget to return.
"I'm afraid that I will fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I burn high candles to shine red makeup. ”
When the begonia flowers bloom, it seems that the whole spring has become charming and elegant.
But the flowers of begonias have no fragrance.
Lao Tzu once said that the sound of the great sound, the elephant is invisible, and the great beauty is speechless.
Perhaps, begonias are reserved, its color is bright enough, and the fragrance does not need to be ostentatious, the fragrance is good in the bones.
Just like a person's upbringing, it is hidden deep in the heart.
The only thing that can compare the beauty of begonias is cherry blossoms.
When the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, the pink of each tree dyes the earth a romantic pink.
The petals of the cherry blossoms, thin and soft, like the wings of a butterfly, dance freely in the spring breeze. It's like a girl's pink cheeks, shy and cute.
The beautiful cherry blossoms are born enthusiastic and unrestrained, withered and gentle and elegant. Bloom in the heat and wither in silence.
The flowers bloom like fire, burning the whole spring and burning out the prosperity of life.
The flowers bloom in full bloom in the most beautiful years. On the plain paper of time, with the purple and red brushstrokes, the brightest colors of life are painted.
However, under the fire-like splendor is a lingering loneliness.
This loneliness is the desolation of dusk bending twilight, the loneliness of "opening and falling alone", the sadness of "pear blossoms all over the ground and not opening the door", and the loneliness of "passing a thousand sails".
Just like our life, the glory is only in the moment, but the loneliness is eternal.
Come in solitude, go in solitude, enjoy freedom in solitude, grow quietly in solitude.
Flowers bloom like fire, but also like loneliness.
Only by enduring loneliness can we keep prosperity.
Author: Camellia Shihua, a quiet writer, a practitioner in words. He is a member of the Henan Writers Association and a member of the Chinese Prose Literature Association. Many articles have been reprinted by tens of millions of large numbers such as "People's Daily", "Xinhua News Agency", "Insights" and "Ten O'clock Reading". He has published a collection of American essays "Meeting in the Deepest Red Dust" and "Time is Like Zen". The new book "Zero-based Writing" is selling well on the whole network. Official account: Tea Poetry Flower