A sample of beautiful prose describing peach blossoms is as follows:
Part 1 of a beautiful prose describing peach blossoms:
Peach Blossom March.
At that time, the weather was just getting warmer, and the peach blossoms on the streets of the town spit out pink petals. She passed by the town wearing a gray suit. The wind blew gently, but not a single peach blossom fell. She stood in front of the peach tree, watching the peach blossoms blooming all over the tree, and watching the bees and butterflies dancing among them. The person was so mesmerized by the sight that he looked up again and saw a face across the peach blossoms. He was thin, handsome, with big eyes and thick eyebrows.
He also looked at her across the peach blossoms and met her eyes. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but when he waved his hand towards her, he turned and left. She also immediately turned around and went against him. This was a lifetime. During this period, she got married and had children, and experienced poverty and serious illness. The monotony of country life and the fatigue of farmland could not change her memory of the face across the peach blossoms: thin, handsome, with big eyes and thick eyebrows.
When she passed the small town, she thought of herself wearing a gray suit that year; when she passed the small town again, it was still the peach blossoms in March, as if there was a delicate fragrance entering her heart, as if she was separated from the world. Peach Blossom's face was still there, and she still waved her hand to her, just like her gorgeous turn back then, and Peach Blossom in the town was also stored in her eternal memory! On that day of that month, there was a face across the peach blossoms in March. It was thin, handsome, with big eyes and thick eyebrows. She knew that a meeting once in a lifetime would be followed by a lifelong farewell, love, longing, and no regrets.
She did not regret settling in the countryside, because there was a peach tree in a small town not far from the countryside. On that day of that month, it happened to be in full bloom, and the face across the peach blossoms was in full bloom for her to admire. And was intoxicated for a lifetime. She still remembers this until she grows old!
Beautiful prose describing peach blossoms 2:
Peach blossoms.
There are many things that cannot be seen with the naked eye. If you don’t feel it with your heart, you will never understand it. In a violent storm, the experience of peach blossoms and peach leaves. That day I understood what it means to want to do something but not be able to do it. I remember that the storm was howling that day, and I stood by the window and watched quietly. The rain was as heavy as a veil, covering the surrounding areas, making it difficult to see the direction ahead. But the bright color of peach blossoms makes people see clearly even in the haze.
The heavy rain beat the peach blossoms, and the petals fell one by one. This peach blossom usually blooms so brightly, but now it has been destroyed by the storm, which makes people feel regretful. After the wind and rain, the air was very fresh, and the wind blew towards me. It was cool, very comfortable and had a little fragrance. This should be the smell of peach blossoms. It's a bit strong, but not that pungent. I looked at the peach tree in front of me, and I was shocked.
All the flowers on the peach tree fell down, but only the leaves remained unscathed. At that time, I thought it was just the fragility of the peach blossoms, but the leaves were stronger than her. Looking at the peach blossoms lying on the soil, I couldn't help but think of the poem "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." . Just after reading it, I realized that my idea was wrong. Perhaps, the peach blossoms willingly fell into the soil and turned into spring mud to maintain the life of the tree.
But the leaves must grow on the tree to maintain the growth of the tree, and cannot turn into spring mud together with the peach blossoms. If possible, I think Ye Zi would also be willing. Maybe this is a cycle! Peach trees give nutrients to peach blossoms and make them bloom. The peach blossoms fall into the soil to keep the tree alive. Now that I think about it, no wonder the poet who wrote "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers." Why did the poet write this. Presumably, he has also seen this situation.
Beautiful prose describing peach blossom three:
Peach blossom.
Where is spring? The earth tells me that spring wakes up from the sweet dream of grass. The grass breaks out of the shackles of the soil and emits a faint fragrance, like nectar. Open your mouth to enjoy the refreshing fragrance. The willow trees on both sides of the river are blowing, and the leaves make a crisp sound, which is intoxicating like playing a violin. Such charming spring scenery always makes people want to embrace nature. One day, my father said to me: Look, my colleagues all said on WeChat that the peach blossoms are in full bloom now, why don’t we go and enjoy the peach blossoms and join in the fun.
I happily said: OK. The father and son talked happily and drove happily to enjoy the peach blossoms. On the way, the father complained while driving: Now that living conditions are better, going to see the peach blossoms on weekends is always busy with traffic. But I didn't complain. I sang loudly along the way: I'm here waiting for you to come back. Waiting for you to come back and watch the peach blossoms bloom. The warm spring breeze blows in front of you and the peach blossoms bloom... The car finally arrived. We arrived at our destination and saw a sea of ??people watching the peach blossoms.
I pushed through the crowd and walked up the mountain. I saw peach blossoms all over the mountains and plains, enjoying the warmth of spring. It is simply a sea of ??flowers. I came under a peach tree and saw many peach blossom trees, like a group of beautiful girls dancing. I walked up and saw that the branches were very rough. I asked my father: How could such a rough tree trunk grow such delicate peach blossoms? My father replied: This branch protects the flowers regardless of wind and rain, so it is very beautiful. Rough, like I am to you.
I saw branches holding peach blossoms of different shapes. Some were skeletal, like rubies, and some had only two or three petals spread out, as if to say: Don't worry, I will bloom in two days. . Some have fully bloomed, revealing their thin stamens.
The little bird on the branch is chirping and singing: The peach blossoms are so beautiful! At this time, bees and butterflies also come to dance with them.
I was also intoxicated by this scene, as if I had turned into a peach blossom, dancing in the wind!