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Pink and white cherry blossoms

The season has passed Qingming, all kinds of flowers are competing to open, thousands of purple and red, the spring light is infinite

By Crystal B HahnPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
Pink and white cherry blossoms
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The season has passed Qingming, all kinds of flowers are competing to open, thousands of purple and red, the spring light is infinite, but I am confined to a small world of school and home, no time to enjoy the flowers. Yesterday afternoon, I finally put down the work at hand and went out for a walk with my friends.

The owner of the store was very enthusiastic about grilling gluten and cuttlefish for both of us and took the barbecue happily towards Sun Moon Square.

"Sit here and eat!" My friend raised her head and pointed to the simple stone chairs in the garden. Before I could answer, she had already sat down on the stone chair, and I was wondering how she even sat down without wiping the chair, which is always clean. When I glanced at the afterglow, I found that the chair was bright and shiny, spotless. The strong aroma from the barbecue satisfied our tastebuds, and the deep red and light red was a treat for our eyes! While sighing at the magic of nature, complaining how I did not come out earlier, I do not know how much beautiful spring light I missed!

The weather was great, not too cold and not too hot. As we walked along the square to the west, a few swallows called and swept overhead to fly away into the distance. We sometimes looked up and watched the leaves, sometimes looked down and sniffed the flowers, or gently stroked with our hands the deep red unknown leaves in the green belt that were neatly trimmed by the garden master. At this time always feel that I am too ignorant, and should be able to accurately call each kind of flower and plant by name in order not to let them down ah.

Finally, I stopped at a cherry blossom tree. What kind of cherry blossom tree was it? Lush, vigorous, prosperous, swirling, intertwined, rising ...... like a million horses galloping, such as the overturning of the sea. Through the dense flowers, I seem to see Xiang Yu's arms open when he smiled long after the victory of the battle of July, I seem to touch Lang Ping's teardrops when he jumped after the triple crown, and I also heard the drums beaten by those backwoodsmen on the Loess Plateau, and I also felt Mao Zedong's announcement on the Tiananmen Tower that "the Central People's Government of the People's Republic of China is established today. was established"! That is life, power, rushing, rage, is rosy ...... and then look at the rightmost branch, "thousands of low-pressure branch", I casually said, "I wonder how many this branch? " My friend said, there may be hundreds of millions of them. Every single one of them is blooming to the fullest, afraid of not showing their full face, the branches are crowded densely, not to leave a trace of air to the leaves, how dominant, how domineering. Then look at the cherry blossoms, like a child's red, bulging smile, and like a dancer's overlapping skirts. Eh, why do I always feel that this petal, is not full enough, not watery enough? There are a few buds that have not yet opened, how can there be a feeling of aging before aging?

I went up and wanted to see what was going on. Looking at it, I felt as if I was flying up to the sky with this tree full of flowers, wearing a pink sarong, holding a pink flower basket, floating and sowing cherry blossoms to the corners of the world. "Hey, let's go," this is to continue to go forward with friends. My friend said, move an old wicker chair, set a painting folder, sit under this tree to drink tea, painting, describing the flowers, is also a good choice. I agreed with him. A few steps away, a white cherry tree is still the same flourishing, but each flower looks much more tender than the pink cherry, a careful friend found that it is because the white cherry has fewer layers, so it looks more delicate.

Every kind of life is blooming in different postures, tender, or delicate, light pink, pure white, or light green. When I think about the problems that have been bothering me lately, I suddenly feel lighter too. Aren't children the same way? Some are smart, some are hardworking, some are naughty, some are tender, and some are enchanting, so why should they be held to the same standard to measure them? As long as they are sunny, bright, living beings, they can show their beauty to the world in different ways! At this point, I couldn't help but smile at my friend Waner, take her hand, and stride in the direction of the school.

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Crystal B Hahn

Here are beautiful prose, sentimental journal, classic beauty

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