This New Year's Day is New Year's Eve in the rain, and it kicks off in the fog, and at noon the clouds finally open and the fog disperses and the sun is in the sky. Drive low and go high, arrive at the sunny day, the beautiful times happen, and happiness grows in the dark.
The wax plum bloomed, and my annual beauty at four o'clock was opened from the fragrance of plum. As soon as you enter Huanhuaxi Park, you will be greeted by the fragrance of wax plum. In front of the eaves of the simple and elegant teahouse, several wax plum branches are slanted, and the buds are crystal clear in the warm sunshine, exuding a warm golden light and refreshing fragrance. A pair of crane-haired and childish elderly couples stopped under the plum tree, and I saw the uncle talking to his wife, his only audience, and the kind aunt was like his little fan, smiling calmly.
I walked over with interest, and another pair of young people passing by also stopped. When the uncle saw us gathered around, he seemed to be even more energetic, and he continued: "Wax plum has red core and yellow core, this kind is yellow core, you can see that it is pure yellow from the inside to the outside. I stepped forward to look at it, and sure enough, it looked like beeswax, so I blurted out: "Wax plum really lives up to its name, it really looks like beeswax." The old man immediately corrected me and said, "Wax (wax) plum is called wax (wax) plum because the wax moon opens, but not because it looks like wax." I smiled and echoed, thanking the old man, "Taught, thank you for being old!" In fact, it is the correct solution to call wax plum, and as for calling wax plum wax plum, it can also be justified. However, the weather is so warm, the plum is so fragrant, is it so important to stick to the wax plum or the wax plum?
I curiously asked the old man about his longevity, and my aunt smiled and grabbed the conversation and said, "It's already seventy-nine!" "Looking at the happy old couple in front of me, I sincerely wish them health, longevity, peace and joy, and then say goodbye. Just as I turned to walk forward, I suddenly saw a middle-aged woman bent over the grass and looking for something, and her strange behavior aroused my curiosity. I slowed down and walked a little farther away, and when I looked back, I saw that the old couple were gone, and the lady was still looking for something in the grass with her head down.
Suddenly, it dawned on me, so I turned around and walked back, and I had to step up and help her when I thought it was time to do it. As I approached her, I stopped, looked up at the blue sky and the dense buds on the branches, and looked down at the projection of the lady on the lawn bowing down, and I was thinking about how to talk. Sensing that someone was approaching her, the lady got up and looked around, then withdrew her gaze and bent down to pick up another bud. At this moment, I asked, "You can't pick up much in the grass for a long time, but in fact, you can reach out and pluck a handful off the branches above your head, why not?" "That can't be! Hearing my question, she smiled at me and replied to me without thinking, and without stopping what she was doing, she picked up a bud from the grass. I gave her a thumbs up as I said a thumbs up. She didn't say anything superfluous, just gave me a shy smile.
Later, when I walked around to another plum tree to take pictures, I met the lady again, still bent down and picking up the wax plum blossoms that had fallen on the ground from the ground, from the flower pond, and from the grass. I picked up a few from my side, smiled and handed them to her, and they politely said words of thanks, and couldn't hide their joy and said to me: "Put it in a transparent and breathable bag and hang it in the house, and the room will be full of incense!" ”
On this warm winter day, I spent most of the next day hovering under the plum trees in the park. I wasn't here to see anyone, but to immerse myself in the scent of wax plums—the refreshing fragrance that was different from osmanthus, the intermittent and intermittent fragrance that was as windy as water. The dark fragrance of wax plum is sent lightly, like a gentle veil silky brushing across the cheeks, as if with a certain rhythm and rhythm.
At the moment when Lamei blooms, such a season of repetition, such a bright sunshine, such you, me, and her, it is so fragrant!