Rose, always feel that this flower soil is too much, but it is still a little far from the wall, and the heat in her heart has also dropped a little. They are not as wild as peach blossoms, nor as bright as begonia, nor as bright as rape blossoms.
Spring is almost over, so small, can flowers cling to the wall to keep spring?
Far away, I saw them: dense green and pink Jiao Jiao flowers, from east to west, from top to bottom, brocade-like, canvas-like, pouring out of the wall in spring; The beauty of flowers is spreading one after another.
Followed by incense, one share, like the morning light, fresh and clean; Wave after wave, like a girl's heart, shy and secretive. Will they come down from the wall and spread out on the road, in the air and around? When I got off the bus, Xiang had reached out and hugged me.
Standing in front of them is a spreading force, surging and vigorous. Twisted branches and overlapping leaves, a piece of spring brocade; Rose red flowers, one by one, give a glass like a wine bottle, full of golden light.
This little flower looks lovely, pink and tender, like a girl! There is an irresistible momentum in youth, and there is also an unspeakable expectation and emotion.
It's a Girl! Only girls can have such a color, such a state, such a secret and elaborate fantasy and worry. I suddenly remembered Love of Hawthorn Tree, a quiet autumn, a pure smile, clear eyes and a looming shyness on my face. This is a flower, Rosa multiflora.
This kind of Bai Yutang can easily remind you of someone in the past, and at this moment, that person also thinks of you, which is a very happy thing.
Two girls came up to me, stopped, looked at the flowers and took pictures.
They are about twenty years old, with green flour, much like roses on the wall and smiles on their lips, clean and spotless. Girl and Bai Yutang, I don't know who is exaggerating who, who is setting off who, looking at the spring scenery, can't help but want to see more, and their hearts suddenly become young and clean, lamenting the beauty of the innocent age.
Even their laughter is as young, as pure and as fragrant. Bai Yutang's fragrance is clean and shy. A girl of this age should have something on her mind. Their faces, like Bai Yutang's, can reveal their worries, and this is an age when they can't hide their worries. At this age, people always feel spring.
In front of such people and roses, the heart is easily dyed in spring.
I'm infected! My sisters are infected, too!
I'm wearing a white dress, painting a full face of spring scenery, standing in front of the flowers, posing in various positions, feeling a little ostentatious when I'm old. If mom knows, she won't think I'm crazy. Fortunately, she doesn't know.
Three sisters, one with a flat panel, one with a SLR, kept showing me the way, and the morning light came one after another to set up the background for us. Those Bai Yutang, who want to open, all want to take out powder to add luster to me. Only live up to it.
"How beautiful! Like a fairy! "
"Only you can shoot this taste!"
Sister's words, wave after wave, like the aroma of Bai Yutang, intoxicating. A dusty and green heart is too easy to be captured by a few words. It's true. I am outside the cloud nine. Those trivial things in the world of mortals, those daily necessities, those troubles, have all been forgotten, forgotten.
Sister shook it gently, and those pink petals floated everywhere, like rain and snow, colorful, and instantly woven into a beautiful carpet, pink and clean, which people could not bear to step on. On tiptoe, I went up and squatted down, and my skirt was like an open umbrella. I brushed it and spread it all over the floor. White waves and pink petals surround me, and this feeling is unbearable. Good feelings are always fragile.
Passers-by stopped and looked envious and puzzled: Are you taking wedding photos?
The sisters just patted, did not answer, and looked intoxicated. I just smiled and didn't answer, looking intoxicated. In the spring scenery rendered by wild roses, there is only intoxication and nothing else. Even for a moment, you should look happy.
Passers-by pass by and turn around frequently, as if they left something here, but they left after all. For them, it is not for the scenery, but for passing by. A glance is satisfaction, and more life does not allow them to stay. I think if possible, they will stand in front of the flowers for a while. No one will refuse beauty.
If this flower is not appreciated, the meaning of life will be lonely.
Finally someone can't help it. An old man with silver hair has a map of years on his face. At first she stood watching, watching Bai Yutang and watching us take pictures. This is a peaceful and quiet time, just like when the light has converged, but I still see the ripples in his heart. She came up to me and asked me to take a picture. In front of Bai Yutang, she smiled like Bai Yutang, like that, like a girl. I think, at this moment, her heart is also a girlish heart.
I always believe that youth has nothing to do with age. A heart is young when it is not old; If there is beauty in your heart, you are young.
Holding roses in spring.
Take some beautiful photos narcissistically and watch the lingering of spring flowers. It was beautiful then. Spring, rippling in my heart, attracts Bai Yutang, thus giving birth to the spring it deserves.
I remembered Sason's words: "There is a tiger in my heart, smelling the roses." The inner ideal is a rose, and the external reality is a tiger. People love roses and envy tigers. When the tiger growled, many people forgot the fragrance of roses.
I won't. I want to protect the rose in my heart and the spring season.
Even if the world ends tomorrow, my garden will be full of roses today.
This is Xu Zhimo's words. Xu Zhimo, who pursues freedom, beauty and love all his life, lives in spring and is full of the fragrance of wild roses. If you live like him, why care about the length of your life? Thickness and meaning are better.
Four women, taking photos alone, squatting, standing, smelling the flowers and arranging flowers, should keep beautiful from all angles. It's also a way of life, as long as you are happy!
We don't write poetry, but we should be full of poetry.
We don't have the water color of Bai Yutang, but we have a lovely heart like Bai Yutang. Touched, there is spring!