Because there is a park opposite where I live, the natural inertia of human beings makes me go to the tree-lined park less often, but I still prefer the tree-lined park in my heart. Although the trees there have not grown to the extent of tree-lined, the park is clean and fresh, and the paths are soft and thriving.
So I went into the tree-lined park again. Only a few days later, I saw that the flowers and grass were a little taller than the previous days, and the leaves of the trees were getting bigger and thicker. In midsummer, the vegetation is really lush. Large tracts of blooming flowers are beautiful, but the yellow and pink corollas are also particularly touching, charming and lovable. On a long morning glory stalk, there are four or five pink sister flowers blooming hand in hand on the grass.
There are more than a dozen magnolia trees scattered on the north side of the park. In midsummer, the branches are covered with green leaves, waiting for the spring breeze next year, and they will blossom red or white flowers tree by tree. When Magnolia is in full bloom, I see flowers, but there are no leaves. A tree is white and a tree powder is a tree powder. It's beautiful. Tang Wenzhiming's poem "Magnolia" says: Graceful and graceful with new makeup, Su E is surrounded by thousands of snows. I know I photographed a real fairy, and the sky sent a dress to try on a feather coat. The shadow disappeared, the first month was cold, and the evening breeze of Xiang Sheng's farewell to the hospital was slight. Yuhuan Yuan is an enemy, and he regrets not hating fat. This seven-character poem expresses love for magnolia.
In the huge park, I was surprised to see a magnolia tree with pink flowers. At this time, flowers and leaves are in harmony. Magnolia blooms like a lotus, surrounded by complex leaves, as if telling a story of being elated.
Flowers bloom twice a year, and she is happy with how many things she spends! I think she is standing happily in the tree-lined park. Every day, citizens come to see her, gardeners take care of her, countless flowers and trees accompany her, blue sky and white clouds look up, clear water and green mountains look down. How can she be unhappy again and again? Her joy could no longer be hidden, so she gathered into flowers!
I was drunk under the magnolia tree, looking around. In front of the magnolia tree, there are peach trees, pomegranate trees and hawthorn trees. At this time, fruits hang on branches, especially peaches. Pomegranate trees bear red and blue fruits, and hawthorn trees are hung with small lanterns. In autumn, the fruit will be ripe, the autumn wind will be bleak, and the season of falling leaves is over.
Is magnolia tree aware of the helplessness of time and has come to catch up with the pace of time? Magnolia in summer is so proud and so indifferent. I think it must be so. I quietly broke a magnolia petal, smelled her fresh fragrance and put her in my pocket.
Blooming moment. What about life?
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