Visiting flowers in the rain is a sweet dream.

Does it start to rain at night? When I woke up, I heard the rain outside the window. Most of the spring rains are silent, and things are moistened quietly. But because there is rain on the windowsill at home, the sound of rain is always amplified. Sure enough, when I opened the window, only a fine rain curtain hung under the gloomy sky.

Continuous spring rain, such as fog and yarn, makes the sky hazy and adds a bit of ethereal artistic conception. Birds sing clearly. In spring, the sound is always melodious, far or near, so that you can find their figure. The branches and leaves in the rain are dark, but full, tender and free to stretch.

I can't help thinking of those flowers in the garden. Does the apricot blossom fall with the rain? Are the flowers on that purple leaf plum blooming? There is also a peach blossom bud. Does it bloom that delicate red color? When my mood gradually rises, I hold up an umbrella and go out to enjoy flowers.

The air in the rain is clean and moist, and the spring breeze is soft with a hint of coolness. "I want apricot flowers to get wet and my face is not cold." That's it. Poetic commitment into the heart, constant meditation, along the blue-gray path, towards the apricot flowers in my heart.

Looking from a distance, the apricot flowers are blooming at this time, and the branches are as white as snow. Let the sky have a little bright color in the darkness. There is a sparrow on the branch, singing softly, and petals fall quietly from time to time. There is already a layer of petals under the tree, like tears.

I came with an umbrella. Although I slowed down, the sparrow flew away. After all, I broke its silence. Looking closely at the brown branches, the apricot flowers are much less and more elegant. Petals bring rain, so that every petal is crystal clear and bright, so that every flower is full.

Put down the umbrella, under the apricot tree, look up at a bustling tree, let the flowers fall in a drizzle. As if I were a flower, dancing quietly with time. Whether it's on the branches or on the ground, it's just a life form, which naturally appears.

There is no sadness, only a kind of lost beauty. Pick up a flower and walk calmly to the purple leaf plum tree in my heart with an indifferent mood. Along the way, green willows and weeping willows are graceful; Plum red is bleak, and the fragrance is still there; And several begonias are pulling leaves and hanging buds.

Suddenly, a touch of golden yellow suddenly came into view. I knew it was a golden bell flower, but I didn't expect it to bloom so brilliantly. Flowers, together, are golden. Bright colors, like to show off, make time amazing.

Some slender branches stretch into the air, while others curl up on the ground. Flowers hang on branches, petals droop and open downwards. Although most of the rain falls from the petals, it washes away the dust and makes the color cleaner. The flowers that stretch into the air are dotted with flowers, which are still light even in the rain. As soon as the spring breeze passes, it is swaying and charming.

Surprise this encounter, just like the unexpected encounter of friends in life, happy. But I still said goodbye with reluctance. Life is always like this, we can meet and know each other for a while, even if we are separated, there is a long-lost fragrance in our hearts.

Above the river bank, each plum is more than ten years old, and then it is pruned manually every year. Most of them are tall and have abnormal branches. Every year when they are open, I will visit them. Stroll under the small flowers full of branches, looking for a romantic time between flowers.

A few days ago, it was still in bud, but at this time it was mostly open in the drizzle. Purple-leaf plum flowers are small and numerous, the color is lavender, almost white, and the small flowers with thin petals and almost transparent flowers look exquisite and elegant. Every flower is so exquisite and refined.

But most of its flowers are densely clustered together, one after another, swaying gently on the branches. Lavender is full of fantastic and charming colors; Plain English is like a fairy tale world, simple and beautiful. Moreover, the drizzle, gently sprinkled in the flowers, such as veils to cover your face, adds a bit of shyness.

Walking under the flower tree, I seem to hear them whispering. In the spring of March, the time when flowers bloom in the rain is not to be missed. Life is fleeting, and only by cherishing the sun and moon every day can we live up to life. Fragrant fragrance and commitment, accompanied me on the road of years.

Carefree in my heart, looking at a prosperous tree in the distance. Years change, flowers bloom year after year, and faint flowers always come to dreams unexpectedly. Materialism is the world of mortals, with nature, the sun and the moon add fragrance, and life is accompanied by flowers and souls. Isn't it a romantic and simple way of life?

I am in the rain, I am in the flowers, and I am walking in the natural world. # Spring # # Spring should beat the flowers # #