Autumn and winter withered trees, full of branches and beautiful.
Yesterday was the twenty-second day of the Waxing Moon, and it happened to be the day of spring this year, and we walked on the greenway in the park, and still haven't found a spring change of face.
Walking on the park's greenway, it still feels like it is the cold season of winter, the temperature outside is particularly humid and cold, and the deciduous trees on both sides of the greenway, the leaves are already blown by the wind on the ground on both sides of the greenway, and only bare trunks and branches are left on the trees.
There are many pedestrians on the greenway, some of them walking slowly and leisurely. Some were running and exercising, running past us from time to time, sweating profusely and panting.
We stopped and walked, looking up from time to time, looking up at the branches, looking at the bare branches on these poles, scratching the blue sky.
On a few large trees in the distance, from time to time there are a few birds that are not afraid of cold, resting on the branches, and occasionally hearing the wailing of birds, making people feel a few cold and sad breaths of winter.
Look at it, the pieces of deciduous trees, the vigorous and powerful branches of the plants, the dense branches, some towering into the clouds, some straight into the clouds, some crooked from east to west, full of dead trees, dotted with dots, appearing vicissitudes.
In fact, this is what trees should look like in winter, the season of natural replacement of life, which is the law of natural circulation. Deciduous trees are also in accordance with the law of natural development, the typical representative of the law of survival of the fittest, when it is impossible to change nature, only to change themselves and conform to nature.
Deciduous trees meet autumn and winter, when the temperature is very cold in winter, the deciduous trees at this time can only fade their gorgeous green clothes, show the tall or graceful torso, reveal their steel and iron bones, and are not afraid of the fierce cold winds of winter.
We look at the problem from another angle, looking at these deciduous trees in winter, steel and iron bones, showing people the strong beauty of trees.
These trees that have fallen leaves in winter, though bare, like people without clothes or hair, are full of branches, of all shapes and shapes, and of all sorts of strange and varied postures.
Although, some bare branches, stretched straight into the sky, embraced the firmament. Some are curved and coiled, bare branches, intertwined and densely woven with each other. Some resemble phoenix claws, some resemble dragon scales, but they show the most primitive nature of life.
Looking at these once green branches, now only bare branches are left, in the background of the blue sky, showing a different kind of beauty, some like dragons in the air, some like neural networks, some like a pencil drawing, some like a sketch.
This is the cycle of life, and it is also the treasure of life. The weather is cold, the spring is green, and the color of each season in life is taken seriously.
It seems that the deciduous trees in winter, in the cold winter, are not also a different kind of scenery!