Apricot Flowers and Spring Prose 1 Although it is early spring, it is still chilly every day. After several spring rains, the grass is still lonely, the trees have not pulled out any new buds, and the apricot flowers I am looking forward to have not yet opened.
"Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and red, and the water town is full of fruit wine flags."
Stepping on the winding bluestone road, running through the large and small dark gray courtyards, and turning into a deep alley. The breeze gently lifted the apricot leaves on the ground, then gently put them down, raised their heads, and the apricot flowers on the tree stretched and danced. Like a dancer in Jiangnan, a folding fan half covers her extremely delicate face; A golden hairpin gently rolled up waterfall-like hair. Beautiful beyond compare, shy and unrestrained. A gust of wind passed, and every petal danced with the wind, gently, gently, rustling. Gentle and warm beauty. This is the bright beauty of Jiangnan.
"Four hundred and eighty halls in southern dynasties, several towers in misty rain"
When watching the simple and honest fishermen put on hemp fiber and hats in a hurry, they suddenly found that the rain was coming, so light and quiet, which was not easy to detect. This quaint town became more hazy and really illusory. The spring rain is fine and dense, like a talented woman in Jiangnan, holding a brush, dyeing small plum blossoms on rice paper, putting a cup of green tea, caressing a song, reciting a poem and singing a sentence in the pavilion. Introverted but not shy, elegant and strong. Spring rain is always so sentimental and unpredictable. This is the hazy beauty of Jiangnan.
"The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the apricot flowers are sold in the depths of Mingxiang."
Apricot flowers are too fragile, and the spring rain lacks some peerless beauty, but Jiangnan is not only beautiful in appearance, but also beautiful in connotation. Among the apricot blossoms, it is an ancient cultural and historical city that is quiet in the spring rain. Just like such a woman: delicate skin, graceful dancing, touching voice and graceful figure, caressing an elegant piano, playing chess like a song, dreaming of life, writing a beautiful and domineering book, depicting ingenious and lifelike original paintings, what a beautiful Jiangnan woman! Jiangnan is like this, soft and strong, shy and indulgent, obsessed with beauty.
Standing in front of the apricot tree, I suddenly felt: in fact, spring has come. Can't you find the real' spring' when you see "apricot flowers and a tree fragrance"?
Apricot Flower Spring Prose 2 Spring has arrived, the earth wakes up and everything grows, showing a thriving scene everywhere. Ginkgo Garden is no exception. Miss Chun painted it colorful with her unique colored pen. Come with me if you don't believe me.
To the east of Ginkgo Garden is a wide square. In the bright sunshine, groups of children are flying here happily. You see, there are all kinds of kites flying in the air, including eagles spreading their wings, goldfish wagging their tails and butterflies dancing ... The blue sky and white clouds converge into a vivid and beautiful picture.
In the middle of Ginkgo Garden is an earthen mountain, which is shaded by trees. Furry grass, piece by piece, soft to step on; Wildflowers are also probing, a little red here and a little yellow there, setting off the hills picturesque; Birds are singing euphemistic songs on the branches that have just grown green leaves; Butterflies are like cheerful little fairies, sucking the pollen greedily and spreading the overflowing fragrance everywhere; The golden dandelion is crowded in the sun flowers, red and yellow, which is particularly dazzling. Seeing all this, you can't help but want time to stay at this moment, "click" and let everything be integrated.
On the left and behind the heaped-up mountains are places for people to rest and do morning exercises. People who have been bored for a winter, smell the breath of spring, get out of the freezing of winter and come here to exercise themselves, full of energy. Their faces are permeated with happy smiles. During the conversation, I heard their happy laughter from time to time. At this time, you will be infected and all your troubles will be forgotten.
There is a small river to the west of Ginkgo Garden. The river is green, like a long ribbon and a long mirror, reflecting the houses, bridges, happy people and rows of willows on the shore, as if it were another beautiful world. The riverside is dotted with wild flowers, and Miss Liu is waving a long green ribbon and brushing your face. It's so comfortable, comfortable.
The ginkgo garden in spring really makes people linger!
Prose on apricot blossom spring 3 Over the years, I have been wandering outside, maybe tired, maybe tired, maybe old. I like silence more and more, like being alone, like a person's night, quiet and indifferent. Say goodbye to the hustle and bustle of the day, embrace the night, enjoy a cup of tea and read a book, which is the favorite time of the day.
Letter hand picked up a book on the shelf, and the cover of the book was a piece of apricot blossom. Seeing apricot flowers, I can't help but think of Xu Beihong's sentence "White horse is blocked by autumn wind, apricot flowers are misty and rainy in the south of the Yangtze River". Speaking of apricot flowers, poets like to describe the beauty of Jiangnan with apricot flowers and misty rain, but in fact, there are no apricot flowers in Jiangnan, which bloom in the north of China.
Spring in the north always comes too late and flowers bloom too late. I remember Tomb-Sweeping Day went back to his hometown a few years ago. At that time, the wind blew in the north, and apricot flowers began to bloom one after another. Walking under the flowers is like walking in the pink apricot fog area. The fragrance of apricot blossoms is fascinating everywhere.
Speaking of flowers, I often hear people say that women are like flowers. I'm sorry to say that I'm a woman, but I lack the gentleness and delicacy of a woman. I have neither the appearance of flowers nor the love of flowers. I never grow flowers and seldom appreciate them. I always feel that flowers are too weak, and it is better to love flowers than words. Words have their own flowers. But there is one flower that is an exception. This kind of flower has been blooming in my life and has fascinated me so far, that is, small apricot blossom.
My special feelings for apricot flowers also come from my childhood. Before studying, I lived in my grandmother's house in the country. There is a big apricot tree in her yard. Every spring, pink flowers bloom here. From the first flower, I will run under the tree every day to see how many flowers bloom and how many fruits bear. My little heart is full of expectation and joy. Under the apricot tree, I smiled at the flowers and grandma smiled at me.
Later, I grew up, my grandmother was old, and the apricot tree was old. Later, my grandmother was gone, and so was the old apricot tree. I seldom went back, but I can't forget the days when apricot blossoms were fragrant. The faint apricot fragrance has been floating in my memory.
Think of those years as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, how far away it is, and no one can control it. Time makes years old and looks old. If you learn to understand, cherish and let go, your heart will become more and more calm. When the years are quiet, why bother others? If the world is imagined at will, I will definitely regard it as a paradise, leaving a faint breath of time in the lost years.
Nowadays, youth is gone and time is mottled, but some memories have become warm in memory. If the story of time eventually gets old, there will still be once brilliant hanging on the branches of time. Waiting for the beauty of life, in the plain fireworks, facing the coolness of the years with a simple heart, enjoying the quiet time, remembering an old story, remembering some old people and writing a new poem, that's good.
When I lowered my eyebrows, I remembered a poem about apricot blossoms, "It's sunny and rainy for setting sun, leaning against the fence for a long time, and apricot blossoms outside the wall." Thinking, thinking, I looked up at the window. My window faces north, which is the direction of my hometown. Through the bright lights in the distance, I seem to see a large piece of apricot flowers waving to me. At this time, in the deep winter in the south, I seem to smell the breath of spring.
I like spring in the north best, because the sunshine in that season smells of apricot flowers. Suddenly, an idea occurred to me. When the apricot blossoms are in full bloom in the northern spring, I must go back to my hometown and choose a sunny day to date the pink one. I know there will be a flower smiling at me.