If Kunming is worthy of the title of “Spring is like Four Seasons”, then it is natural for Guangzhou to be praised as “Spring is like Four Seasons”.
A few days ago it was still sunny, the sun was shining, and it looked like a warm spring scene. Not long after, the cold air suddenly moved south. The north wind is cold and fierce, carrying yellow leaves everywhere dancing in the air. The vast sky is like a white cloth that cannot be washed clean, with uneven gray stains distributed. It reflects the earth brightly, but it does not lift the spirit. Tiny raindrops were flying around like directionless transparent insects, with half of their wings broken off, and they were flopping downwards. After a gust of wind and rain, the yellow leaves originally hanging on the branches fell one after another, like small boats carrying rain and dew, adding autumn color to the asphalt road.
At the same time, kapok trees are also blooming, beside the overpass, on the grass, and on the asphalt roadside. I still remember that the kapok beside Haizhu Bridge bloomed brilliantly, like flames, showing the passion for life - they were heroes with high spirits, standing proudly under the dark clouds, lifelike. People can't help but stop and look up at his figure on the bridge. There were passers-by who stopped and took out their mobile phones to take pictures; there were middle-aged and elderly people who came specially with SLRs and tripods. They chose the angle, set up the "dining stand", and fixed the focus for a long time before choosing the right moment before "clicking". . That flower, that person, and the crisp sound of the shutter have become a scene at Haizhu Bridge.
In Guangzhou Development Park, a tree is taking out new leaves. The tender green leaves are verdant, and the clear veins are full of vitality. Behind it, on the left, is a tree with dark green leaves, with luxuriant branches and in its prime. Behind the dark green tree, there is another old tree with thick branches and a few solitary yellow leaves hanging on it. There is a ground at its feet. fallen leaves. The course of life is analyzed in this way and presented in an intuitive way: from immaturity to maturity, and finally towards twilight. This is the case for trees, so why not be the same for people?
All kinds of sheep's hoof nails are blooming. The rose red one is like a noble and elegant lady, the white one is like an innocent and pure child, and the pink one is like a young girl in her cardamom years. Red and pink crabapples nest in the grass in groups, bright and bright. In "Back to the South", the heavy fog swallows up the skyscrapers, and only the colors of these flowers are true and pure, lighting up the city sky.
One afternoon, it was cloudy and windy and rainy again. Red flowers were swaying outside the window and fallen leaves were flying on the ground. As I was preparing to suffer from spring sleepiness, I began to fall into hibernation again.