I only remember that it seems that the color of the leaves is a little dark, not that faint green, but dark green. The leaves are a little oval with serrated edges, which are a bit like elm leaves.
Summer is very common, and it is not very noticeable among all kinds of green plants. I happened to be born next to a rose bush, separated from the rose by a narrow path. In such a living environment, who will give up enjoying flowers and enjoy an invisible bunch of green leaves?
Its flowers are many and small, and its four white petals are as small as rice grains. There is a flower on the stalk of each leaf, which has no color and no fragrance. It has no charm to attract people's attention at all, only sparrows flying low occasionally rest in the canopy.
I have walked on the path countless times and smelled the flowers in the distance. Therefore, looking for fragrance, different colors of roses naturally attracted my attention.
The gardener in this community manages the flowers and plants very well and prunes them properly, so that the flowers of this rose bloom in disorder, and there are flowers everywhere from top to bottom.
Often the tallest flower is also the most eye-catching flower. It is like a beautiful princess, holding her head high and looking down at all beings at her feet.
People's instinct is to look forward, look up and see colorful things in front of them. Ordinary things are often overlooked, but ordinary things just contain the most worth seeing, some are ostentatious and some are subtle, depending on whether you have a pair of eyes for discovery.
For example, today, I happened to find a lot of red things hanging on the tree. When I took a closer look, I was ecstatic and saw many small fruits like Lycium barbarum scattered all over the crown. It is also like a string of small colored lights, randomly winding along the crown of the tree.
Looking at the red agate covered with branches, I instantly jumped out of the poem of Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei.
gum arabic
Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Although I know this is not the red bean in the poem, the red fruit is transparent, bright and beautiful, which reminds people of this poem involuntarily.
In addition, the red fruit is still covered with newly fallen snow. I don't know whether red sets off white or white sets off red. In a word, red and white set each other off and add a little charm.
Red beans jump between branches like jumping flames. When the flowers withered, I turned the loneliness I had saved for a summer into a red fruit, adding color to the bleak winter.
Moreau, perhaps accompanied by it all summer, was dejected by the colorful scenery alone, but proudly looked on coldly at the colorful scenery around him.
Looking at the beautiful butterflies dancing around, I don't have a pair of wings to dance for it, just because their dance is always icing on the cake.
Loneliness is a business card for a person to walk, and it is also a source to make it strong. Stand up to loneliness, and one day you will accumulate thick hair.
Or perhaps, it is idle to watch bloom's flowers fall before the court. When you are prosperous, you will not pity. Because it knows where it comes from and where it belongs. Do not contend with things, do not contend with flowers. Instead of competing. It is better to take it lightly. Even if you miss a bee and brush a butterfly, it is still it.
Won't you be happy when you are drinking morning dew, accompanied by the stars at dusk, listening to a few birdsongs and watching the sunrise and sunset? Indifference is not decadent, disdain is not sinking.
Because its inner surge will be transformed into invisible energy, which will accumulate, stretch and explode in silence.
Autumn wind killed all the flowers, only it, in a withered defeat, held out a piece of latosolic red at this time, that dazzling, so that people no longer despise its ordinary, but sigh its vigor.
Not afraid of vicissitudes of life, laughing alone in the branches.