Spring is coming, a hundred flowers are blooming, how can the pomegranate flowers in the hometown be willing to fall behind! The old family planted two pomegranate trees, one with sweet pomegranates and one with sour pomegranates.
Pomegranate flowers will bloom in full bloom, the whole body is red, attracting butterflies to dance, this pomegranate flower is like a red beautiful girl, it is simply beautiful, no makeup, many people will lose under her pomegranate skirt, making people three feet.
The flowering period of the pomegranate flower is very short, and a stormy night will make it unbearable to see, without its original posture, falling on the ground for people to trample on.
When we were young, we often used pomegranate flowers as paint, because when the pomegranate flowers were squeezed, the red juice would come out, and the language textbook was our drawing board, and we had to add some color to the black and white illustrations.
We have all become painters, pomegranate flowers in our hands like a paintbrush, with our imagination free to play, illustrations of people and things, through our careful creation, become different, vivid. We are proud and proud of our masterpieces.
Pomegranate flowers are not only beautiful, but also eat, my fresh pomegranate flowers are plucked from the tree, washed and fried with leeks to eat, refreshing, very rice, can not stop the chopsticks in my hand.
Pomegranate flowers can also be fried with bacon to eat, fried out of the taste of fat but not greasy, suitable for all ages, pomegranate flowers crispy name, is no plant can be compared to the virtual, green, natural things in this era the most favored.
The pomegranate flowers in my hometown, blooming every year, failing every year, will produce huge pomegranates in the autumn, very popular, pomegranate seeds are tightly wrapped, that is the strength of unity, just like 56 ethnic groups tightly embraced together, indispensable.
The pomegranate flowers in my hometown, I once dreamed in my dreams, you are still so charming and moving, but I am no longer the teenager I was. The time that cannot go back, the hometown that cannot go back, the acacia always belongs to the sad person.