"The peach blossom is red again." Peach blossom has been used as a symbol of spring since ancient times in China. In March, when spring is bright, peach blossom "does not wait for the leaves to open," blooming in the branches. It is gorgeous, charming and fresh, like a piece of red haze, which sets off against the weeping willows with green trees. Formed a peach blossom and willow green, willow dark and bright spring scenery.
In the myriad of flowers, although peach blossom is not valuable, it is also called charming. As people praise! The fragrance of plum blossom comes from bitter cold. In that way, although the cold bone, but stay pungent fragrance, praise is Mei's strong and brave. And for peach blossom, when the wind, frost, snow and rain, she closed the flower to hide her figure. Only in the embrace of spring, the peach blossom sucks the unique sunshine and is attached to the warmth of the spring breeze, can it compete for spring with beauty and show people the charm of spring in the world.
What a charming view of peach blossom! We must pay more attention to observation. Peach spring, my favorite peach blossom opened, just grow out of the flower bone like a red bean inlaid in the branches, very lovely! All of a sudden, a breeze blowing, peach like a ballet dancer dancing, leaves became the best man, make a beautiful action. After the wind, pieces of peach petals fall down, falling on the clean campus and the road. They are like pomegranates falling on the dripping leaves. Their beauty, fragrance and everything are so attractive. I picked them up and put them on the small, lovely leaves. They look so beautiful. Mother nature has created beautiful miracles for us and brought beautiful stories to the earth.
I love nature, I love this colorful, vibrant world! Peach blossom I like the elegant peony, like the charming chrysanthemum, but I prefer the fragrant peach blossom in spring. Peach is such a simple name, such a common flower, but I only like her.
March, what a wonderful season! A season of variety is also the season of peach blossom. The peach blossom in March is in full bloom. From a distance, it looks like a large pink silk sunset falling from the sky.
This morning, I went to watch the peach blossom alone. The spring breeze in the early morning is like a naughty child. Sometimes it gently spins its skirt, sometimes it catches up with each other in the air, sometimes it flies up a few cool spring breeze, sometimes it makes two turns leisurely Spring breeze is like a gentle little girl, gently blowing my face, the fresh air mixed with the fragrance of peach blossom in the peach garden. So refreshing, like a elf into your nostrils, irrigation your heart, greedy you smell and smell, as if you never smell enough.
As soon as I smell the fragrance of peach blossom, I can't wait to run to the peach garden. Entering the peach garden is like coming to a sea of flowers, in the world of flowers, sucking the fragrance of peach.
Peach has pink, deep red, light purple, in the green leaves, it is more delicate and bright. Some just unfolded two or three petals, some petals all unfolded, a trace of pistil top of the yellow tip, mischievous head out. Some of them are flowers and bones. They look like they are about to burst.
I wander in the sea of flowers. The ruddy petals of peach blossom are as beautiful as jade, red as rosy clouds and light as gauze. They are so lovely, charming and attractive. The peach blossom red my cheek, red the hot sun. Looking up, there are thousands of bees buzzing on the flower branches, and butterflies of all sizes shuttle back and forth, dazzling people. It seems that there are flying flowers everywhere. I can't tell which is butterfly and bee, which is flower. If you look at the strange scenery in front of you as a large living ink painting, then the artist's ability is really amazing!
Countless peach blossoms, look at this one, very beautiful, look at that one, also very beautiful, so many peach blossoms, look different, various: some you squeeze me to touch the squeeze in the branches, some are close to each other in twos and threes. A gust of wind blowing, peach blossoms like a butterfly, fluttering wings, dancing. It's like the dancing posture of a fairy, who is grinning at me with a sweet smile. Or, mischievous to fly around, scattered on the ground, and the earth mother gently "kiss". There is a peach blossom in my hand, I put it on my nose and smell it. The sweet fragrance makes me put it into my mouth and taste it carefully.
Ah, it's so bitter. It's as bitter as Coptis chinensis! For a time, I was stunned, staring at the peach blossom in my hand for a long time, thinking. What peach blossom gives people is fragrance, but what it leaves is bitter juice. Isn't this kind of peach blossom spirit just the dedication we lack? The content of this page is from "read. 4" HW.com.cn ”Push for you
Open, full of colorful garden, from afar, like a large piece of dawn falling from the sky. The fragrance of peach blossom is so refreshing. Into your nostrils, into your heart, greedy you big mouth to inhale.
Early this morning, several of our classmates made an appointment to see the peach blossom. Spring breeze blowing slowly, peach blossom swaying back and forth in the breeze, as if waving to us, repeatedly said: "welcome, welcome." Entering the peach garden is like walking into a world of flowers and being in the ocean of flowers.
Peach blossom has pink, deep red, light purple, in the green leaves, more beautiful. Some just unfolded two or three petals, some petals all unfolded, a trace of red pistil with a bright yellow tip, mischievous to stick out his head. Some of them are flowers and bones. They look like they are about to burst. A gust of wind blowing, peach blossoms just like a butterfly, flapping wings, dancing, dazzling, God intoxicated.
We roam in the sea of flowers, look at this one, very beautiful, look at that one, also very beautiful. There are so many peach blossoms in different ways: some are hanging on the branches alone, some are close to each other in twos and threes. Flowers, hundreds of bees buzzing, big and small butterflies flying. If you think of the scene as a large living painting, the artist's skill is really amazing.
At this time, greedy students called up, said peach bitter as Huanglian, I casually pull off a petal, put in the mouth to taste, is not, taste bitter. For a time, I was stunned, peach blossom is sent to people is fragrance, left to their own bitter juice! Isn't this kind of peach blossom spirit a reflection of the dedication of our people? Peach blossom today, my family and I went to Xixi Wetland for an outing. The scenery there is just like the poet Du Fu's saying: "peach blossoms in a cluster have no owners, lovely deep red, love light red." Such a beautiful poem can match the beautiful peach blossom. Whether it's dark pink or light pink, it looks like a girl's ruddy and glossy face. Some of the beautiful peach blossoms are in full bloom, showing tender yellow stamens, and some are still in bud, just like the little girl of Tingting Yuli.
I walked forward again, as if I had found a new world. I was pleasantly surprised - there were red, deep pink and light pink peach blossoms. I thought there were only red peach blossoms. I was very happy to find so many colors this time. Peach bud bottom is dark red, probably because the body of the "powder pigment" too much, the "root" also dyed red. Each peach has its own charm. I can't help smelling and smelling it. "Ah, it's so fragrant. Although it's not very fragrant, it gives people a better feeling than a strong fragrance." I watched as if I was a peach blossom. When the breeze comes, I dance with it. "Little mischievous people" come, drop by drop on me, help me take a bath......
"We're going home!" My mother's cry brought me back from home. Although I want to go home, I will never forget the beautiful peach blossom in spring. Peach blossom when I walk in the secluded jungle, I wanted to suck the dew of spring. What hit was a deep sadness. When I passed through time, I wanted to recall the past stories, but I caught a bunch of sadness.
Spring is beautiful, can stand in the fantasy to listen to moving, can stand in the wind wantonly singing
But good things are short-lived after all.
Outside the spring rain and floating, pull down a little melancholy, can't stop floating, through the thin morning fog, staring at many of the past, encourage yourself to use a memory umbrella to prop up a brave day.
…… That year's peach blossom is blooming vigorously, I took my brother on foot in Lvyin river. On the road, there are many fallen flowers. Occasionally, one or two butterflies are greedily absorbed here. Inadvertently, my younger brother has picked a peach flower which is about to be scattered. He put it in front of his nose and smelled it. He said: "sister, you see, life is coming to an end, but he still keeps the fragrance.
Last night, I leaned on my pillow and couldn't sleep. I was thinking about what my brother said.
Zero night has ended, this is a new day, the sun has not crossed the horizon, I got up early, hair scattered, wearing a single, standing in the "peach blossom rain". Spread out your palm and try to touch the mold until a crow breaks the silence.
The next morning, the air was very fresh. You said that you would go to the Bank of Lvyin River to have a look at the peach blossom. I ignored you and left. In the evening, I still didn't see you back. I was very worried. I went to look for you. On the way, I met my grandmother. She said that you had gone to Jiangsu Province with your parents. After I heard that, I was just sad.
Time flies by, but we are on the verge of suffering.
On that day, the driver stopped the car in the middle of the road, and you rushed to the direction of "home". You said to me, "sister, guess I have..." Just listen for a moment, you have no trace, there is just a blood force, I stay in place to accept the terrible reality. But immediately let me clear my mind, hurried to the hospital by car, to the emergency room, see the red light on the door, but my heart seems to stop beating, looking forward to a miracle. In this way, we are silent, silent, silent prayer. In this moment, all the air is solid, only the sound of the scalpel dissecting the object Green light quickly on, see the doctor laughing out, we all think there is good news to meet us, so, I rushed in as soon as possible, saw my brother at this time dying, heartache quickly split. "Didn't you come out laughing? Isn't there good news? Why is it like this? You say, you say Said the aunt angrily. Everyone be quiet, please listen to me: "he hope I don't want to..." The doctor is not finished. "Sister, sister..." younger brother? I ran to him in a hurry. He held my hand and said, "sister, I don't want to die. I'm still young. I I also have A lot of things I didn't tell you, and And a lot of peaches Peach blossom is not I didn't see it! " He looked very excited