Before the Chinese New Year, a cluster of bright plastic flowers appeared in the garden of the community, densely packed together, as if afraid of the cold.
It should be that the property is afraid of the monotonous color of the garden in winter, and the low-cost beautification is carried out.
When the children are playing, pull out a bunch and stick it elsewhere. The flower clusters are constantly changing formations.
Passing by today, I found that there was only a bouquet of flowers left in the original place, shivering in the wind.
I said in my heart, does anyone steal this? Steal it back and put it a**?
When I came back from a walk out, I suddenly saw a tree full of golden flowers in the distance. The flowers are large and dazzling in the sun.
How is this possible? It's only early March, and the first plum blossoms in the park have only bloomed for three minutes.
When I got closer, I smiled.
It turned out to be the missing plastic flower that flew onto the branch!
The grass under the trees is also dotted with small stars.
I really have the feeling of spring and poetry!
It's almost time to take wedding photos!
Leaning under a tree, or half-lying on the grass, you can make a film.
I don't know if this is the idea of the property, or the creation of cleaning, or the play of a certain community resident?
The same cluster of plastic flowers, placed in different forms, isn't this the art of life?
Poetry doesn't exist only in the distance.
has a poetic heart, even in the ordinary life of firewood, rice, oil and salt, you can create your own poems.