I like to make a cup of tea and read a book in my free time, so that the rich tea fragrance is soaked in the fragrance of books, flowing in my heart; I like to appreciate a scenery and remember a period of time when I am quiet, and let the beautiful scenery meet the original innocence. Appearing in front of my eyes; I also like to catch a ray of spring light in the warm spring, appreciate the flowers of a garden, and let the fragrance of the flower accompany me to scent all the way.
In this warm spring breeze and willow silks flying, I touched the matte and softness of peach blossoms, the splendor of begonia flowers, admired the tidbits of bauhinia, and the redness of bi peaches. I was the only one who respected the wealth of peony blossoms. Maybe it's that my frailty is not commensurate with the peony's grace and nobility, maybe my ordinaryness is far from the peony's magnificence.
I quietly captured the flower marks of peony in ancient poems and encountered the charm of peony. The peony is the protagonist of the literati and the poets and the oiran favored by the tourists and photographers. It is the national color and heavenly fragrance of "Only the true color of the peony, which moves the capital when the flower blooms" in Liu Yuxi's poem. The first of the hundred flowers of "Peony" is the fragrance of Li Zhengfeng's "national color wine in the country, and the fragrance of the night dyeing clothes". It is also the shining moon under the moon that Yuan Zhen "sees in the heavenly women's plate, and has been brighter to the eyes."
Peony is not as splendid as a lily, not as noble as an orchid. When it blooms, it blooms enchantingly.
Stepping into April, into the season of peonies in full bloom, for a while, beautiful pictures, videos, and live broadcasts were filled with Douyin and WeChat Moments. I couldn't help but feel moved. I wanted to witness the spring of peonies.
On the weekend, the sun was warm and my mood was faint, I made an appointment with my friends to go on a spring date with Peony. Walking into the Nanhu Peony Garden, the first thing you see is the pure and flawless white peony, which blooms freely on the green leaves like a woman in a white dress. Just looking at a pure and natural flower, the white peony in a garden dances together, fluttering and fluttering, making people feel like they have come to a fairyland. I can't help thinking: If people's hearts are as clean as this white peony, then it must be unrefinedly beautiful, and beautiful beyond the ordinary.
The white peony blooms indifferently, which makes people especially admire its elegance and simplicity. It is like the moonlight, and the tenderness in the heart is swayed; it is like white jade, which penetrates the human heart. Standing in front of the flower, stroking the petals, a softness that melts into the heart breaks into the heart, making people shake off the dust, floating or quiet, or chanting or singing, relaxing. At this time, I was unconsciously moved. I wanted to pull a scent of flowers into a dream, sleep with a poem, let my mood fly away with the faint fragrance of flowers... After returning to my senses
, looking at the garden again, the crowd was surging, all colors The beautiful peonies are fighting for beauty. People took photos with Peony one after another, remembering the blooming life of Peony in their hearts, engraved in the camera of time. Several photographers broke into my sight. They focused on the lens and focused on the peony, integrating the agility, beauty and nobility of the peony into this natural pastoral.
Walking in the garden, the peony has a strong fragrance and the flowers bloom brilliantly. The rose-red peonies fell gracefully, bright in color, and came slowly to us in the breeze in the breeze, dressed in a dignified and elegant dress. Layers of petals spread with ripples, shimmering like gorgeous silk under the sun, drunk the eyes of visitors. The red peony is burning like a fire among the green leaves. This "fire" is red with enthusiasm, red with delicate beauty, this leaf is green with verdure, green with dazzling, red and green, distinct colors, mutual support, beautiful garden, drunk spring. The pink, purple, pink and purple peony is slightly pink, dreamy and beautiful, and poetic. The petals are layered on top of each other, floating in the wind and extending outward. The yellow stamen wrapped in the middle is particularly eye-catching, like a fairy in yellow dress from a fairyland. Come to us.
The peonies in this garden may be shy and pleasant, pink like peach blossoms; or hibiscus on the water, quiet and elegant; or purple like ink, full of fragrance; or red-covered and plainly wrapped, particularly enchanting; or rich and elegant, dominating the coquettish style. Each of them has a posture of each flower, each piece has a charm of each piece, not lonely and self-admired, not complaining and self-pity, clustering each other, setting off each other, calling friends and accompany each other, presenting a visual feast for people. I stood quietly in front of the flowers, staring at the beautiful and dazzling colors, and sniffing the mellow fragrance of flowers, as if I had become the middle scene of the flower and the person in the painting.
In this spring when the peony blossoms, unload all the burdens and go to a flowering period, scroll a curtain of flowers, let your thoughts wander in the garden, and let the fragrance of flowers hit the orchestra of the song. Don't worry about the colorful falling flowers and the withering branches. As long as you live up to your youth and work hard to bloom the most beautiful flowers, you will retain the spring of life...
