The fragrance of August laurel flowers strikes people

The Five Elements divide the summer of the four seasons into a long summer to become the five seasons and the gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, corresponding to the east, west, south, and north. I wondered why not divide the winter? Now it seems that it makes sense to divide the summer. This year's summer is particularly long. The National Day has passed, and the air conditioner should be turned on at night to sleep. It is said that August laurel blossoms bloom everywhere. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, they still did not open, and suddenly they smelled the fragrance of flowers overnight. The next day it seemed that all the osmanthus trees were full of osmanthus blossoms. Cyclists meet to go to cixi sanbei Yu Qiaqing ancient residence, all the way is full of osmanthus flowers. The first time I knew about osmanthus was from Chairman Mao's reply to Li Shuyi's love flower words, "Wu Gang held out the osmanthus wine." I wanted that The Moon Palace Chang'e could drink the wine that Wu Gang made with osmanthus flowers. We had no choice but to look up to the world. I can't remember what year it was, and suddenly there was a piece of osmanthus sugar rice cake at home. I haven't eaten it since. Until after work, once I went to Hangzhou to play, the waiter brought a bowl of tangyuan, sprinkled with some osmanthus flowers. Very yummy. Unlike Ningbo, the tangyuan in Hangzhou is stuffed with lard and sesame seeds. They make stuffing with peanut nuts and bean flour. I like it. The flower was seen, and it was not yet known how it grew on the tree. That year, I used my annual leave time to go to my classmates to learn to paint. Several osmanthus trees were blooming in front of his house. I just wanted to paint. Classmates said that osmanthus flowers are difficult to draw. If you really want to paint, pick a few branches of flower arrangements in a vase as a still life painting. I finally didn't paint it. But since then I have found more and more osmanthus trees. We have it in our unit, and we have it in our community. During the flower season, I always have time to go under the tree to feast. This flower not only refreshes my heart and spleen, but also makes my turbid brain fresh. Therefore, the occasional sight of a person holding a stick to pick flowers will make me feel angry. To this end, it has also stopped the flower pickers in the community. In fact, I also want to make some sugar osmanthus flowers, just pick them under the tree. Half a day to pick up a handful. That year was a storm, and the flowers fell into mud overnight. Naturally full of yellow flowers is not as good as others to pick fragrant refreshments is also a point of flower affection. Why be angry.