That day, I walked into the pear blossom forest, only to find that the pear blossom was in bloom! How does a word "white" express her charm and her shyness? ...
Pear blossoms, but it's not all white. Pear leaves in Huang Chengcheng set off white flowers, which are not as lively as flowers, but as quiet as bridges and flowing water. Flowers bloom quietly under the care of tender leaves, just like a sleeping baby in a cradle breathing evenly. At that moment, I suddenly felt the dullness of snowflakes, and the cold snowflakes fell on my face, which made life miserable; But standing in the pear blossom forest, I feel the joy of life!
Looking closely at pear blossoms, the white petals are crystal clear, like a girl with excellent skin. One flick and water will come out. Two or three pink stamens are inserted obliquely in the middle of the flowers, and when the wind blows, they whisper softly, as if Daiyu were shy and silent when reading the West Chamber. From time to time, two or three white petals are flying in the wind, but they are always flying in the air, just like white butterflies dancing. Is it easy for Liang Zhu to turn a pupa into a butterfly, or is it the attachment of a neighbor's daughter leaning against the door to smell her childhood?
Standing in the pear blossom forest, the sweetness of pear blossom, the fragrance of earth and the smell of spring grass all smell, and the heart seems to soften with the flowers and plants. At this time, I suddenly daydreamed. If there were some spring rain, a few drops of spring dew, grass-colored smoke, misty rain, and pear blossoms with rain, what kind of artistic conception would it be, whether every drop was tears or pieces were acacia ...
A group of exquisite Bai Niao! Through the season, the mountains and rivers are cold and thin, and thousands of trees and branches live lightly. The spring breeze gently opens their delicate voices, removes all impurities and highlights the theme of spring.
At the end of the historical corridor, the back of the Tang Dynasty is far away. Do you still have rain? A song "Song of Eternal Sorrow" pats all over the railing of love. It is a holy pear, dressed in white mourning, still mourning for the smiling beauty.
In the dark front yard and backyard, Pear Blossom holds a small lantern high, and the clean and warm light illuminates Nightcrawler's way home. They are as kind as the neighboring rural families.
Plain face, pure and clean quality. Pears always abide by the infinite purity of their hearts. Their faint glance often illuminates many dusty eyes and hearts.
Deep in the world of mortals, beauty is actually very simple, just like a pear flower, pure and flawless.