When the plum blossoms are in full bloom, people can see the bright spring light. Early spring is still relatively monotonous, but the bloom of plum blossoms is so brilliant, there is no hesitation, no hesitation, pounced on the world, laughed in the spring breeze.
We have a lot of pink plum blossoms here. Looking at it from afar, a tree is pink, which belongs to a girl, the color of youth, and it suddenly melts people's hearts. If you don't look closely, it looks like a peach blossom. But I know that the peach blossoms are still early, and now they are the world of plum blossoms. The plum blossoms have been blooming for several days, and the petals are gradually falling in the wind. In time, people are always ignorant and unconscious, but the flowers bloom and bloom, which is a silent reminder. When the plum blossoms first bloom, it is the beginning of spring, and the plum blossoms stand in front of the door of spring, leading us to spring. Clusters of beautiful and proud plum blossoms have a calm look. It has gone through a cold winter and ushered in a warm spring, with both unyielding arrogance, liveliness and charm. Its amorous smile and tranquil fragrance beckons spring and attracts birds.
Under the sun, a tree is full of flowers, echoing from far and near, and no one shows weakness. They are painted in the unique colors of cardamom, swaying gently in the spring breeze, dipped in some bright sunlight, and dressed up in a new and more dazzling way.
The spring breeze came gently, leisurely, from far away. Come to me, around every grass and tree, every piece of green tile. Outside the eaves, how many times did the plum blossoms rise and set, and the clouds came and went?
The swallows have returned, looking for their old nests under the eaves. The appearance of spring is gradually becoming clearer. By chance, I found that the wind sent beautiful petals, like a dream falling from the sky, and like a love poem just written by a poet, full of fragrant fragrance and touching people's hearts.
Plum blossoms bloom in early spring and fall in early spring. The feast of spring, it can't wait. But the maverick of plum blossoms, one of the best, has also made more people remember it.
Other flowers, all waiting, did not dare to rush ahead. The plum blossoms broke through the cold of the year, facing the early spring, smiling so brightly and innocently, as if they never felt that they had been mistreated. If you want to bloom, you are at your own will, and you are never afraid to shrink your tail.
The light sunshine of spring and the gentle wind are its best companions. People pass under the trees, look up and are amazed by the brightness of the flowers, and every look is full of appreciation, and spring comes to the world.
The trees are full of pink plum blossoms, which make people marvel at the beauty of spring and the power of time. In early spring, many people do not have the intention to travel, but if you encounter a plum tree, you will be deeply shaken, and the beauty of early spring can also be very bright and atmospheric.
And the flowering period of plum blossoms is not too long. The spring breeze blew it away, the spring breeze continued to blow and blow, and the plum blossoms couldn't help laughing, and they broke free from the branches and ran to another journey.
The spring breeze is so gentle, the plum blossoms in the wind, turning leisurely, with infinite affection, really teach people to be soft and knotted.
Looking at the fluttering and sprinkling, gradually dense falling plums, I can't help but sigh, this seems to be a grand lovesickness, to drown people. It's like a rush of time, sprinkled piece by piece, and can no longer be picked up. Why did those good pasts fade away?
I was in front of the window, looking out the window at the falling plum blossoms, the branches were blooming, and the ground was gradually turning into pink brocade. Looking at each other in pairs, the spring is deep.
When the plum blossom falls, it is more affectionate, more poetic, and more distressing than opening on the branch. You know, when it leaves its branches, there is not much prosperity left, and its life is coming to an end.
It fell to the ground, from the previous sparse petals, to the later countless red powder, which is really a little shocking. In the spring breeze, the birds are crushed, and in the quiet time, everything has never stopped its own footsteps.
A spring rain came suddenly. Although it is a thin rain, it also makes people feel a little emotional. The spring rain not only nourishes the plants and trees and awakens life, but also urges the plum blossoms to leave.
When the plum blossoms are in full bloom, they can no longer hold up a wisp of spring breeze, let alone a drop of rain and dew. It's about to return to the bosom of the earth, and the aroma of the air is mixed with the wetness, which makes people feel a little sad.
The spring rain wets the plum blossoms, and the spring is gradually deepening, as if in sencha, the aroma of plum blossoms does not disperse for a long time, and it is given to those who like it. The spring water in the pond is gradually rising, and the weeping willows on the shore are adding goose yellow.
When time comes to spring, I am always very creative, I like to paint everywhere, and I give people constant surprises.
I looked at the thinning plum blossoms in the air, and it felt like a dream. The falling plums on the ground, wrapped in spring rain, sleep peacefully. Who would have thought that the flowers would bloom in such a hurry? I haven't seen enough, I haven't loved enough. I'm under the window, making a pot of tea, and I love the atmosphere. When the tea is boiled, time seems to become extraordinarily long, as if this moment is eternal.
The rain stopped, and the spring light gradually deepened. The fragrance of plum blossoms is still at the end of the nose, it is in love with each other in early spring, and it also adds a beautiful color to my dull days. Although the flowers cannot be retained, they can always be as new in memory.
The sound of raindrops was silent, and I broke off a plum blossom regardless of the coldness, and the plum blossom with the rain was about to break, and people were afraid that it would leave suddenly. Meeting and parting are the inevitable themes of time.
I held it carefully, and when I looked at it, it seemed as if I could read it, and it seemed as if it could understand me. In the spring, I will inevitably give birth to some self-inflicted thoughts, naïve, but also really interesting. I like being this and having a time like this.