Spring and March are the seasons when peach blossoms bloom. Several branches of my neighbor's peach tree extended into my yard. Every time I come home from school, I will come under the peach tree. Unconsciously, the peach blossom has gradually opened. There are pink ones and crimson ones, such as the morning glow, like flames, competing with each other and smiling in clusters. Some are in bud, some have just unfolded two or three petals, and some petals are all unfolded, revealing tender stamens. Bees buzzed around peach blossoms, and butterflies danced among the flowers in colorful skirts. Every time I come home from school, I can't help touching the green peach leaves and smelling the intoxicating flowers. I can't forget my parting for a long time.