At the end of last winter, I wrote to a distant friend, saying that I would try my best to swallow the spring in Beiping this year.
This year, the spring in Beiping came very late. I didn't know where I was. I looked up and saw the green leaves in the yellow dust turning cloudy and catkins flying around, only to know that spring had not appeared yet through the thick yellow dust sand curtain and had quietly led to the distance.
What happens in the world is this-
Last winter was particularly cold and long. Every night, a person sits under the lamp, listening to the north wind whistling in front of the window, and the small building vibrates, feeling that there is no warmth in my heart. In the past winter, all happiness, liveliness, strength and life seemed to be frozen in the depths of every cell. I comforted myself bored and said, "Wait, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
However, the procession of strong wind, heavy snow and winter seems to be not over. One day, I saw the ice on the lake become soft, and my heart suddenly cheered up and said, "Spring is coming!" " "That night, the north wind rolled up the yellow sand all over the sky again, slapped my window angrily and blew away the spring in my heart. One day, I saw the tops of willow trees turn yellow. In the afternoon, there was no cold rain At dusk, I put on my winter clothes again.
Ninety days have passed-I don't believe in spring!
Several friends said, "Go to the Academy to see apricot flowers." Although I haven't heard from spring in my heart, I still follow you. When I arrived at Guanjialing, there were hundreds of apricot branches on my dusty face. At first glance, there were many flowers. Turning to Dagong, there are still a few red apricots in full bloom in the sunny valley, but the power of blooming is exhausted, not the mode of dense mangroves and alternating stamens.
I thought, "If spring goes, go!" The home center is also very calm, which is three points of mourning and seven points of hatred. In a word, I don't believe in spring.
On the afternoon of April 30th, a friend asked me to visit Haitang in Wu Jia Garden in Guajiatun. "I like the mysterious weather"-in retrospect, it was the only spring in the 1990s-and Haitang is my favorite, and I readily agree.
Dongpo hates begonia without fragrance, but I think, if it is not fragrant, I would rather have no fragrance. I planted several lilacs and pearl plums in my yard, Hosta in summer and Chrysanthemum in autumn, and I regretted it after planting. Because these flowers give me a headache, I can't fold them up and put them indoors Therefore, among fragrant flowers, I only love orchids, sweet-scented osmanthus, bean curd and roses, and among tasteless flowers, I like Haitang best.
Begonia is light red, red is "happy but not obscene", white is "sad but not hurt", surrounded by green leaves all over the tree. It is moderately slim, like a naive, fit and happy girl, and it is also the creator's most proud work.
In the sunset, I sat in front of those trees and flowers.
Spring is just around the corner
These four begonia are in front of Huaixin Temple, and the two in the north are larger, about five or six feet higher than the eaves of the temple. Behind the flowers, there is a clear blue sky and a faint semi-circle moon overlooking the treetops. On these four trees, there are thousands of delicate and delicate flowers of Qian Qian, crowded in the branches. ...
Have you ever seen kindergarten after school? Squeeze out a large group of dazzling happiness, liveliness, strength and life from the small door; This large group of jumps and surges are scattered around the greatness, creating an eternal spring in the season of life!
I felt the same way at that time in the spring when I worked hard on the branches of begonia.
The hatred of spring in the past has now disappeared. Looking up with joy, you can see brilliant spring, extravagant spring and bright spring-it seems that spring has lingered countless times in the past 90 days and stopped for a hundred times, just for the freedom to fly here today!
Seeing that the time was just right, he politely declined to invite his master back. This spring, I swallowed a mouthful of fragrance! After three or four days, another friend came to ask me out, and I refused. It's always too late to look for spring everywhere this year. I know that if I had gone there, it would have been "an ocean of sadness". When spring comes, there is no need to stir the ocean of sadness.
Although there is only one spring in 90 days, it seems that spring has been rewarded and there is no more resentment. Just satisfied, I still feel a little sorry, just like children looking for each other after fighting. Everyone can't help but make it up, but they won't make it up at once. They just turned their backs, bowed their heads and pursed their lips and said, "I knew you had come to coax me into looking for me again. Why did you leave me there in the first place?"