In winter, the lake is dark and faint, with almost no waves, which is quite like cold iron, which makes people uncomfortable. After all, it's winter, and the water is cold and the waves are cold.
But I saw a scene, which was unprecedented before, a large group of blackbirds, no less than 100, swirling up and down the lake. Slightly smaller than the egret, I don't know if it's a black heronIf you don't hear the cry, you will swirl in groups, high and low, left and right, beautiful and spectacular. The frequency of the wings flapping is not high, the action is not fast, leisurely twice, it glides quietly, but the fanning posture is the most beautiful, the most moving, reminiscent of the appearance of the chic literati gently shaking the feather fan, there is a kind of light wind, casual and natural taste.
I wasn't the only one watching from the railing, but two other old people were also watching. One also leaned against the railing, and the other sat on the stone steps, and everyone quietly admired. It was the first time I saw a flock of birds in Huadu Lake, and I couldn't bear to leave immediately, and I watched them spin lower and lower, and finally one by one, their wings converged, and they landed on the trees on the island and disappeared. Is it a migratory bird that comes for the winter, I hope it is.
Bauhinia flowers bloom all over the tree, luxuriant as much as spring, beauty flowers are still beautiful, wholeheartedly prove what is called the undefeated beauty of the years. From a distance, the winding shore of the bay is thick red and yellow, and it is intricately contrasted. It's the camellia I thought was going to bloom, and the buds were still budding for a month or two, but they showed a little red (they weren't red at all last time, I was wrong). I forgot about it, thinking that I missed the flowering period, but I didn't think that it was still waiting for the spring breeze to wake it up. It has been accumulating strength for months in order to be able to bloom to its fullest, so it's no wonder that the camellia is in full swing as soon as it blooms. The yellow locust is still yellow, the yellow hibiscus has only scattered residual flowers, only the leaves are still luxuriant, still dense and impermeable, I always think of the girl's thick hair from a distance, it is a poetic scene that can make people's hearts.
The black and secluded water, no light and no shadow, look under the bridge, the shore is crowded with African crucian carp, and the fish body is also black, you can only find it if you look closely. The fish's mouth opens and closes, which reminds me of the idiom of foaming at each other. They huddled together, and they didn't forget about each other. I don't know if it's because of the nature of the fish or for foraging, I found that crucian carp like to crowd around the water.