Flowers, blooming elsewhere, are just anthocyanins that smear the wantonness of spring.
The flowers bloom in the Tianshan Mountains, below the snow trail, not simply blooming, but the flattering eyes of the spring flower skirt dedicated to the magnificent and thick-looking Tianshan Mountains. She either lit under the cedar of the Tianshan Mountains, or smeared on the cliffs, or sneaked a smile on the side of the mountain stream, or even perfumed under the silk thatch with the mushrooms after the rain, or even stood silently beside the bends of the Tianshan Mountains that were trampled out by cattle and sheep, the wind and rain came, the clouds gathered and scattered, these flowers were all the demons of the mountain ghosts, the ambiguity of the woman's morning moment, and the spirit of hiding a winter festival.
The spring of the Tianshan Mountains never disdains to be in tune with the seasons, you turn the calendar and follow the seasons to find her, and you don't see the shadow. But one day, in the blink of an eye, she came!
The ice is crisp and snowy, and the winter day makes a puddle of water, and the blue reflects the sky and flashes white light. Suddenly, they saw a desert plant called salt claw growing from the hoof nest of sheep or cattle or horses, and spreading out in a spread, and they crawled to the edge of the Gobi before they stopped. The fleshy and watery leaves of the salt claws are small and crisp, her stems are watery, bright red, transparent, and the hairs on the stems are soft and soft, which is the appearance of the sweat on the face of a teenage girl; the leaf axils are full of small red flowers, and the single flower looks inconspicuous, and when you look at it, the horizon is a red color.
At the end of April and the beginning of May, the Wild Apricots in the Tianshan Mountains bloomed the most aggressively. At this time, the Tianshan Mountains were already new green fields, and the contours of the mountains were as soft as a woman's curves. It is in the wonder of this curve or soft wave that the apricot blossoms dye the Tianshan Powder all over the place! If you encounter a good wind, it is a rain of petals! The apricot blossoms have bloomed, followed by the begonias, and the wild apple blossoms are late for some days every year, anyway, the Tianshan Mountains, we and the cattle and sheep of the Tianshan Mountains, and the birds, accustomed to her shanshan being late!
At this time, on the edge of the Gobi or desert, salt grass, false thief wood, and pig hair grass accompanied by salt claws on the ground that belonged to them, each of them was red, false wood thief was red, pig hair grass was crimson, and salt grass was bright red. Some of them have not yet emitted leaves, and they have opened up the mood that has been hidden for a winter. When the wind came, they danced with great interest, frightening the birds hiding under their clothes and flying with their small wings! The wind wasn't really blowing in a posture, he just took a big breath and stopped in an instant. As soon as the wind stopped, the flowers were quiet again, the birds chirped and complained for a while, and then fell in unison to chirp and chirp again.
In this red field, other flowers also used their own flattery to invite favors to the Tianshan Mountains. First, a clump of early maturing grass was tenderly green in a depression, and not far from it was a small piece of wild oats that grew leaves while pregnant ears, and the madness of the wheat without the mangosteen was twice as tall as the dogtail grass! A herb called Tateshina reminds me of the poem "Yu and Ji Yu Tateshina", her leaves are oval, the small flowers bloom between the leaves, showing a shy appearance, the pale red of the petal edges gives the simple indigo a delicate appearance; the blue cabbage proudly holds high her oval round leaves in the spring sun, this edible wild vegetable carefully blooms white flowers; the echinococcal beans are dense, the branches are green, like who planted it, the leaves are feathered, the corolla is blue-purple, and the petals are like a small butterfly. But butterflies can't be seen yet.
By June and July, butterflies came, the elm butterflies were the most, there were black-brown and white-spotted butterflies with butterflies, petite nettle butterflies, white silk butterflies, small tillers with large and translucent wings, yellow bean powder butterflies, blue-gray gray butterflies, etc. all came, they had no heart and lungs in the spring, completely forgot Liang Zhu's sorrows, danced and danced in the sun, flew and stopped, once they stopped on the flowers, they greedily used the siphon mouthpiece to suck the top ice flowers, embroidered chrysanthemums, bluebells, burdock, and forget my nectar. Along with the butterflies are reckless bees and well-mannered dragonflies, and at the edge of the mountain stream, you can see the brown golden ring or the bean lady of The Melan.
When those flowers saw the arrival of bees and butterflies, dragonflies, and bean maidens, they bloomed with their passion even more openly, and they did not know the height of the sky.
Top ice flowers, the flowers bloom as a group of young girls innocent splendor, her six petals, long round, so bright that the tender yellow that makes the mountain wind that is ready to skim the slope past is soft and weak. Satawang expresses her romantic nostalgia in blue purple or blue-purple. Sha Holly's dream is gorgeous goose yellow, and the sand jujube flower is authentic golden yellow, and her rich fragrance can be spread ten miles away with the wind! Rob Ma expresses her understanding of sunlight with the shape of the hanging bell and the red color in white, and she blossoms in every empty place of herself, which is the enthusiasm of seeing flowers in trees and not leaves. Licorice may be to cater to butterflies, she opened her shyness as a butterfly, whether it is lilac or purple red, is a fluttering love rhyme. Ephedra grass seems to be relatively simple, and the inflorescence is relatively raw, but her light yellow shows a delicate that makes the heart itch. The camel's thorns are long and careless, and her red pods are knotted with her butterfly-shaped flowers. The bitter bean leaves are dark green, and the pale yellow flowers emit an intoxicating sweet fragrance. Cistanche grows from under the root of the sophora, and she seems to have spent her whole life just to flower, so from the surface of the soil, from the top to the heel is a string of flowers, the inflorescence is like a spike, the outer edge of the petal tip is purple, and the pale yellow and pale white petals make the bees so confused that they don't want to come out. The purity of the gill is written in spotless white on the three petals. The solitary vegetable grows out of the crevices of the gravel, or stands silently beside the road, the small flowers are carefully and beautifully arranged in crosses, the flowers in the upper part of the inflorescence are still unplaced buds, and the bottom is full of delicate heart-shaped siliques. The sea buckthorn flowers are extremely small and yellow, and her oval fruits are red, orange-red, and orange or yellow, more vivid and beautiful than flowers. Everyone knows that Lavender is a sentimental girl. But Violet is quiet, she always hides her body in the forest, but her joy cannot be hidden in the shade, and the intoxicating purple gorgeously writes the myth all over the forest. The amorous Forget Me-Not Flower blooms blue and is the sorrow of the lover's tears. Susan seems to like to deviate, each of her whiskers is tender yellow, she holds hands with anyone, and everyone is entangled. Artemisia is a large family, Artemisia arvensis, Artemisia annua, Artemisia annua, Artemisia alba, Artemisia annua, artemisia annua all bloom yellow or purple flowers, these flowers mix the air with bitter and green. There is also a big family is the chrysanthemum, Hexi chrysanthemum, wind hair chrysanthemum, etc. These chrysanthemums also like to be lively, and when they meet autumn, they are flourishing and blooming all over the land and a slope. These flowers and those large golden clairvoyances, lilac irises, goose-yellow tulips, and pink sand crutches are all based on petite dandelions. Only the lonely, noble, ice-clear and jade snow lotus blossoms on the snow line. There, there were no dandelions, no silk seeds; there, there were no butterflies; there, even in the rain of June, the landing often drifted into white snow.
At this time, the Tianshan Mountains were dressed up by flowers, and I don't know whether it was a garden or a snowy mountain, or a grassland. Snowflakes flutter on her top, clouds wrap around her waist, and beneath her feet are a patch of colorful flowers of hip-hop-and-pop skeletons. Those bees and butterflies are naturally generous in front of the flowers, and even the cattle and sheep will be more gentle, they just nibble the grass meticulously, never disturbing the opening of the flowers. And those flowers are even more arrogant, even opening generously at the mouths of cattle and sheep, and scratching their heads in the wind!
The flowers are more reserved of me, and sometimes, when I am still far away from them, they send buzzing bees to laugh at my old age; Sometimes, I've already come home, look in the mirror, and the tip of my nose is stained with multicolored pollen. Moreover, they occupy my dreamland all the time, open in my dreams, and open all the way to the end of the world!
About author:He Xianxue, born in 1964 in Zixing, Hunan Province, graduated from Hunan Normal University, and has successively engaged in underground coal mining, film screening, teaching, newspaper editorial and municipal government secretary, and is now retired. Loves cooking, loves photography, but hasn't achieved anything.