The car slowly climbed up the 30 hillside, and a white sea of flowers immediately came into view. The mountains and plains are covered with snow, and Qian Shan is all white. Looking at the past, everything we can see is surrounded by white pear flowers. On hillsides, roadsides, villages and terraces, there are neatly arranged pear trees, which are in full bloom in spring.
For an instant, it seems that the whole world is immersed in a piece of white. I am used to seeing flowers bloom and fall, and spring goes and spring comes, but now I am impressed by the flowers in front of me. Friends in the same trade are also very excited, and they have taken out their cameras to shoot this amazing world.
March deep into the sea of flowers along the path paved by loess. Next are some small pear trees more than two meters high. Bright green branches, sharp yellow leaves and small pear flowers are all showing the appearance of this new pear tree.
It is said that this is a pear orchard with a history of 1000 years. Since ancient times, people have been living and breeding here, and this pear forest has been carefully cared for from generation to generation, which has led to today's endless scale. Deep in the pear forest, there was a pear king 950 years ago. It takes several people to hug each other to enclose the tree.
Along the pear tree-lined path, we came to the mountain. Looking around, the whole village is wrapped in a sea of pear blossoms. The houses in the village have become wooden houses in the sea of flowers, pillar-like cows and firefly-like tourists, adding a bit of yellow, yellow, green and green embellishment to the pure white world here, forming a landscape painting with bright colors.
After walking on the mountain for about 30 minutes, I still can't see the end of the pear flower source. Several kinds of pear flowers, pink, pink and cherry red, come face to face, just like a fairy standing in a sea of flowers, elegant and refined, not creeping; It is also like the patron saint of this flower sea, quietly guarding this paradise that has not been polluted by modern industrialization, guarding the last touch of pure land in people's hearts and giving the soul a poetic utopia.
In a daze, we seem to have come to the edge of the flower sea. The serpentine path disappeared here, leaving only two rows of pear trees standing neatly there, separating a path full of petals, looming, leading to the center of the whole flower sea. In Xu Lai, the white petals dance with the breeze, just like a woman in white dancing on the sea of flowers, with a faint fragrance, refreshing.
"Pear flower fragrance, sorrow heartbroken. Thousands of glasses of wine, think about it. " I can't help it I think of the picture in the movie "Perfect". In an ancient yard, there is a huge pear tree. Under the pear tree, white petals fall with the wind, and the hero and heroine drink and compose poems, love each other and kill each other and sing together.
Walking gently on the path paved with petals is soft and crisp. It's like stepping on the white carpet of the auditorium, holding hands gently with your lover, gently stepping on the stairs leading to a happy paradise, and walking down step by step, holding hands like this, no matter whether the earth is short or long.
If one day I have my wife, I must show her this white land. If, one day in the future, I can also hold her hand and stroll in this paradise, what a romantic landscape it would be; If life can stay here, then we can freeze this pear flower forever like the moment when the snow falls.
Unconsciously, we passed through the snow-white pear forest and came to the path when we went up the mountain. Bustling crowds are scattered in the pear garden, some are taking pictures, some are sketching, and some are on a spring outing. I think it's probably because people have been living in a cage of reinforced concrete for a long time, living in a fast-paced life, rushing about, occasionally entering this spotless world, talking about their ideals without any confusion, living poetically, taking a vacation for their body and mind and waiting for their souls.
The car slowly slid down the hillside and looked at the sparse pear blossom forest outside the window. I couldn't help lying on the window. Looking back at this pear blossom forest again, there are ripples in my heart that are hard to give up. Maybe this is just a few months. When I come back, the pear blossoms have fallen and the mountain road has changed color, but the pear sea in my heart will last forever.
"Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of 10,000 pear trees!" Meditate on familiar sentences, and once again, a white sea of flowers emerges.