Standing under the cherry tree, looking up at the sunshine shining through the cracks in the branches, gently narrowing your eyes and enjoying the beauty and happiness of this moment.
The wind is blowing, gentle wind like a pair of warm hands through flowing hair, tangled and raised with the wind. It is not only long hair that flutters with the wind, but also rain and white petals. Through the sunlight, they are as crystal clear as the wings of a sacred angel from heaven. Pure silence and transparency.
Standing in the petals flying all over the sky, my heart flies, and I am gradually obsessed with the rise of petals. Deep, deep, when the wind stopped, my heart has flown to heaven with pure wings.
Cherish spring is often afraid of early flowering, not to mention countless red flowers.
When the cherry blossoms first opened, there were no branches at all. Beauty like a flower wall is made out of thin air and carved out of white jade. Standing under the tree and under the low branches, you can only see flowers, overlapping petals, fragrant and honey-scented stamens, leafy flowers, fiery and intense flower clusters and happy branches, which not only reflect the spring scenery, but also infiltrate the spring breeze and even convey it to your heart. At that moment, the biggest feeling was that this was not the world. There is no noise here. Only the ocean of flowers. There are no green leaves, but you will never be bored by them and never feel lonely. You can't see sadness and smell the world here. This looks like a paradise in the Bible. There is no word to describe it here, only one word can be used-beauty!
As long as the sun shines on the cherry blossoms, the branches will flourish immediately, and then they will light up and go with the wind. I can't help but think of what Guo Moruo said in his poem: "The wind blows and the flowers fall." Occasionally there is a breeze blowing, and I see petals dancing on the branches. Under the tree, I can only see the petals all over the sky, like a fairy scattering flowers in the wind, like an overturned flower basket in the sky, which makes people fall in the rain.
The cherry blossoms are gone, leaving only loneliness. Those prosperity have already gone with the fallen flowers. Standing under the tree, watching the silence, listening to the sad sound of the last petal leaving the branch, I sighed gently. Those petals have long been scattered into mud, ground into dust, and turned into spring mud to protect flowers.
Brilliance is dull after all, and the beauty that was once puffed up eventually turned into a lingering place. It's cherry blossom season again. I don't know who is standing under the tree now, listening to the sadness of the last petal leaving the branch. ...