The spring is bright and beautiful, and a hundred flowers are blooming. There are no clouds in Wan Li and Wan Li. On this day, Ye Shaoweng, a great poet, lived alone in his study, holding his arms on his chest and pacing up and down. Sometimes my eyes are closed, sometimes my brows are locked, and I really feel that there is no poem to write, which is very boring. He put on his blue robe and clogs and strolled to his friend's door.
He climbed the steps and pushed the door, but it didn't open. Then, I reached out and knocked, so I pushed and knocked. For a long time, I suddenly found a palm-sized lock hanging on the door. He smiled thoughtfully, shook his head and left. Not far away, I suddenly saw a blooming apricot blossom sticking out of the wall overhead, and two magpies were laughing on the branch, as if laughing at him. He couldn't help but stop and look at apricot branch, a charming child this spring. Looking at it, I couldn't help thinking: "This red apricot is as red as fire, extremely delicate, and the spring scenery in the garden must be more intense." My old friend seems to cherish the moss on the road in the garden, for fear that my wooden shoes will leave footprints on it and refuse me to leave the garden. "He smoothed his beard with one hand and put it behind his back with the other hand, carefully enjoying the apricot flowers.
● Rewrite 2
Perhaps the owner of this garden cherishes the moss on the ground very much. I'm afraid my wooden shoes will trample on it and crush these mosses. I knocked on Chai Men for a long time, and my arm ached, and no one came to open it. I'm sorry I couldn't see the beautiful scenery. I was about to go back reluctantly when I saw the apricot flowers blooming brightly overhead, sticking out from the wall. Looking at this apricot flower, I thought: There must be graceful peonies in this garden, graceful lotus flowers in summer, and many beautiful flowers. Yes, there must be pink peach blossoms here ... when I think about it, I feel extremely happy. It seems that I have enjoyed this beautiful spring.
● Rewrite 3
One bright spring morning, I went to my friend's house to see if his flowers were good.
I knocked on Chai Men and waited for a long time, but no one came to open the door for me. Maybe my friend is not at home! I looked in through the Chai Men, and the path leading to Chai Men in front of my house was covered with moss. Is it because the host is afraid that tourists' clogs will trample the moss on the road, and he doesn't want people to enter the garden, so he won't open the door when he hears me knocking at the door? Oh, he really cherishes these mosses!
The garden is already colorful. Peony flowers of various colors are swaying in the breeze, white, yellow, pink, purple, black, blue and green, which are more abundant than those in Zhao Xia and Yun Ni. Rose neon, you hold me, squeeze me, compete to open up, one after another, it seems that you are talking with your mouth open, which makes people really want to touch it; Clusters of lilacs, purple is so luxurious, white is so flawless, they are surrounded by each other, and they are like a cradle of flowers under the breeze! The hanging basket nodded and smiled frequently in the breeze ... it's really an ocean of flowers here, but it's a pity that it can't enter the garden. If only I went in to smell the flowers and touch them! "alas! It's disappointing that you can't go into the garden to enjoy the flowers. " I can only look at the garden and sigh.
Suddenly, when my eyes lit up, an almond went out of the wall. Look, pink apricot flowers are covered with branches, which are more vivid and beautiful against the green leaves. Under the blowing of the spring breeze, apricot flowers are like butterflies, flapping their wings and dancing, which makes people fascinated. Ah! "Spring Garden can't be closed, and an apricot is out of the wall." I, glad you came, already feel very satisfied.
● Rewrite 4
On impulse, the poet came to the door of a small garden to see the flowers and trees in the garden. He knocked on Chai Men a few times and didn't respond; I knocked a few more times, but no one answered. After knocking for a long time, no one came to open the door to welcome guests. What's going on here? Is the master really not here? Probably afraid that the moss on the ground in the garden would be trampled, I closed the door and thanked the guests. If so, it would be too stingy!
It is disappointing that the poet is thinking and wandering outside the garden. When he was helpless and ready to leave, he looked up and suddenly saw a blooming apricot flower sticking out of the wall to greet people. The poet thought happily, ah! The spring scenery in the garden has overflowed the walls. No matter how tightly your master closes the garden door, you can't close it.