I want to have a yard, it doesn't need to be too big, as long as it can fit the four seasons and the joy of the world.
The yard is planted with my favorite flowers and plants. In spring, plant peaches, plums, and spring breezes. When the first spring breeze blows through my small courtyard, the peach blossoms and plum blossoms in the courtyard will bloom one after another.
The pink peach blossoms, delicate and gorgeous, dance with the spring breeze, and tear open the curtain of spring with a dance.
The white plum flowers, one after the other, are pure and flawless, like snow and jade. The wind rises and falls, and it reaches the white head.
In the late spring, the peach and plum are gone, so don't worry. The Xifu begonias outside the courtyard are in full bloom. A faint touch of red, like a cinnabar mole in the heart, even after many years, it is still eye-catching.
In spring, it seems that you don't have to do anything, as long as you walk into the small courtyard, you can see the flowers of Turui and the grass with tender buds. The flowers are red and the grass is green, and the mood is also bright with spring.
No matter how disturbing the outside world is, the small courtyard can block out the hustle and bustle of the world. Returning to your own "paradise", closing the door is a pure land.
You can get along well with yourself. Let go of all the guards, fade all the glitz, and only place your heart in a corner of the courtyard.
In the summer, the yard is lush. As far as the eye can see, there is a green vitality.
The pomegranate flowers at the gate of the yard are in full swing. Like a dazzling lantern, it illuminates my way home.
The fence wall outside the courtyard was covered with pink, white, and red roses.
When a friend visits, if I'm not there, I can enjoy the shade under the flowers. You can also take a picture of the rose and take a group photo. Flowers on the branches, people under the flowers. People are under the flowers, and the flowers are in the heart.
In the evening, we watched the sunset and sunset together. As the sun sets and the tired birds begin to return home, the evening breeze brings a touch of refreshment.
The sunset seems to have overturned the palette of nature, dyeing the sky a brilliant red, a warm orange, and a clean blue......
When night comes, all the colors are crushed by black, and the brilliant sky is calm.
Sitting in the courtyard, he took a puff fan and shook it in his hand, shaking out the old days of the past.
The stars in the sky blinked and did not speak. The knowledge in the tree is still screaming. Before I knew it, I fell asleep. How much do you know about the flowers in your dreams?
The small courtyard in autumn also has a unique charm. The wind gradually cooled, and the ginkgo biloba slowly turned yellow until it withered. Ling Xiaohua also lost her fragrance and said goodbye to me one by one.
Don't be melancholy, let alone be lonely. Continuing to walk forward, the autumn wind has woken up the osmanthus that has been sleeping for a season.
Pale yellow, hidden in the green leaves, inconspicuous. However, when you pass by it, the fragrance is enough to stumble you in your steps.
"People are idle osmanthus falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty", the autumn night is quiet, so quiet that only the sound of osmanthus falling can be heard.
The autumn breeze rises, the osmanthus is fragrant, and the air is filled with wisps of sweet fragrance, which makes people comfortable and reassured.
In autumn, there are yellow leaves falling with the wind, and there is also poetry left in the heart. Follow the footsteps of the season, quietly enjoy the flowers blooming and falling, and watch the clouds roll up.
In winter, the yard seems to be much more depressed. Outside the window, the wind was cold, and my family and I sat quietly in the house to make a cup of tea, waiting for a heavy snow to dye the courtyard plain white.
I like the overwhelming white in the yard, this whiteness is the wordless beauty between heaven and earth, as if all the troubles and grievances of the red dust are buried under the plain white. The state of mind is also more tranquil and open-minded.
While listening to the snow, you can enjoy the plum blossoms. The red plum reflects the snow, and the white snow wraps around the branches. Under the plum tree, count the years.
A small courtyard, quiet and leisurely, accompanied me through season after season of the passing year. Even as time passed, I had nothing to fear. At any time, the small courtyard is my harbor and my "peach blossom source".
In the yard, there is another puppy, preferably a border herder, black and white color, gentle and intelligent character. If it's busy, it plays in the yard by itself. If it's free, I'll take it for a walk.
At dusk, I put away the tiredness of the day, sit on a wicker chair in the courtyard, read a book, make a cup of tea, or listen to an old song, and let the time flow.
A small courtyard is quiet and secluded, with half a book and a cup of tea.
The world is in a hurry, and I guard the simplicity and elegance of a small courtyard, and grow old peacefully with the years.
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". Open a teahouse and drink the joys and sorrows of the red dust. Hold a pen and write about the warmth of the world. He has published a collection of American essays "Meeting in the Deepest Red Dust" and "Time is Like Zen", and the new book "Zero-based Writing" is selling well on Jingdong and Dangdang. Official account: Tea Poetry Flower