Aesthetic prose of cherry blossoms

In April, the weather is full of spring, the plants are green, the breeze is not up, and everything is in spring. Coupled with sporadic light rain last night, it is the most wonderful flower viewing season. How can you miss this great time? I wanted to go to the cherry blossom feast a long time ago. Today, I am lucky to be with my friends, and I am very happy. I just want to go crazy. Live up to the enthusiasm of cherry blossoms and live up to the spring.

Qingdao Zhongshan Park, crowded with people, all loves. Flowers and stones echo each other, and there is a kind of life growth and stubbornness between desolation and prosperity. All life blooms with an impartial attitude. The spring breeze whispers, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the plants in the park set each other off. Like a spring poem. Be a free bird and let the spring poems fly with me.

Cherry blossoms bloom from one tree to another. A faint fragrance lingers. Beautiful pictures flashed in my mind. The joy in my heart overflowed involuntarily.

Walking and watching, I saw three or two cherry blossoms, a few here and a few there, which were not as spectacular as those described in books or movies, and I was a little disappointed.

Further on, there are more and more tourists, surrounded by the branches of the tree in front, and dyed the white and pink sky, which is just cherry blossoms. A large piece, a large piece, with a faint blush in white, wild in madness, romantic in shyness, calling on friends to greet you with the brightest smile, so that you have to come. The whole family, old and young, went out. Walking among the colorful flowers, people took out their mobile phones and cameras. You take my picture, I take your picture. They all want to blend in with cherry blossoms. Leave that touching and beautiful moment. It is a wonderful propaganda, which makes your heart want to breathe with the flowers, rejoice with them, and lie under this cherry tree and listen to the flowers. Cherry blossoms are almost crazy, regardless of romance, that kind of enthusiasm and persistence, that kind of earth-shattering verve, shocking people.

Cherry blossoms, are you trying so hard to open up in order to bloom the beauty and hope you have accumulated all winter? Hard work, amazing, decisive, this is the life of Sakura. Standing under the cherry tree, the breeze caressed my cheek, softened into my heart and spleen, and immersed myself in this splendid sea of flowers. Suddenly, a piece of cherry blossom petals fell in front of my eyes, which is a pity. Gently pick up a few flowers and smell them lightly. The faint fragrance is refreshing. Cherry blossoms have five tiny petals, white and pink, and yellow stamens, as if telling spoony words to people who meet after a long separation. The breeze passed by, and in an instant, a layer of white cherry blossom snow fell on the ground. Looking up at the falling cherry blossoms, do you want to perform a different funeral for Daiyu? Although almost withered, the eyes of tourists have been intoxicated with this gentle feeling.

"Look, there's more ahead!" A naive child shouted. Yes, as white as a cloud and as white as smoke, it's already waiting for us there. Vague words are charming. Some people say that waiting is a kind of beauty, a kind of faith, and meeting is another kind of beauty. We met in thousands of years, neither earlier nor later, and happened to catch up, which is also a fate. And people's life is spent in waiting, waiting to get on the bus, waiting to get off the bus, waiting to come, waiting to go, waiting for people who are willing to come, fortunately, waiting for people who meet in their dreams, waiting to meet again.

Cherry blossoms greet spring with flowers in one season, telling the passion of life and blooming in the fragrance of April. Spring is listening, and the eyes of trees are talking affectionately. Spring knows cherry blossoms best. Even if you don't talk, it is the most beautiful poem.

Every April is the day when cherry blossoms fly. We appreciate, listen and enjoy this wonderful time, and cherish it silently in our hearts.

KINOMOTO SAKURA, who can be more psychic than you, who can be more persistent and noble than you? You sentimental creature, lingering between heaven and earth. Listening to cherry blossoms, the firm and bright gas field is not dazzling, but unforgettable.

Oriental cherry aesthetic prose II

Some people say that cherry blossoms are at their best, not when they are in full bloom, but when they are about to leave. Tiny petals are dying in the air, swirling and fluttering. I seem to hear desolate and sad songs echoing in the interstellar sky, like countless birds gathering and scattering, like sad and sad cherry blossoms. Flowers are like butterflies, dancing youth, beauty is easy to get old, and beauty is instantaneous. If the flowers are snowing, they fall gently and scatter all over the floor, and the mud is blurred. Daiyu has endless worries about burying flowers, which is difficult for poets to express. Although the flowers fall, the fragrance is still there, and it is refreshing to smell them.

It was the dead of winter the year before last, and the cherry blossoms in the yard were already in bloom, warm pink and delicate and charming. Some people say that cherry blossoms bloom early, which means that spring warms first and everything recovers in spring. The yard is full of excitement because of cherry blossoms. The bees came, waving their feathers, flaunting their wings and singing softly to collect honey. Butterflies come, dancing, whispering and telling beautiful stories. The cherry blossoms in the small courtyard are lively, cold and evil are not invaded, and the warmth is strong. The small courtyard is warm, rosy, shy and ethereal because of cherry blossoms.

The blooming cherry blossoms stirred my heart, and I remembered the past with the wind, and the memories spread all over the world. Cherry blossoms took me back to fifteen years ago. That day, my mother accompanied me to Kunming to see a doctor. Spring is full of meaning and cherry blossoms are in full bloom. In the thick cherry blossom garden, people are crowded, couples are holding hands to enjoy, children's plays are noisy, literati are chanting poems, and photography is collecting wind and sketching ... very lively and wonderful.

The sun shines through the flower clothes, but the cherry blossoms are inadvertently condensed into a profound commemoration. We sometimes nod and smile, sometimes shy and quiet, and sometimes excited with the wind. Petals are uncertain as soon as possible, and branches dance with the wind. Yes, the day of cherry blossom viewing was my happiest time. Mother took my hand and walked among the flowers. Occasionally, petals fall between my hair, float on my cheeks, scatter in my skirts, stop between my fingers, gently show my eyebrows, like a fairy tale, look up and suck lightly, and secrete fragrance from my spleen. Flowers are like this, life is like this, and all the confusion is covered by rain. Petals falling in the depths, I saw my mother's calm and flowery smile, and I long for that moment to be still and dream forever.

However, the spring breeze is restless and dancing, and the cherry tree is full of spring stories. "Understanding Luo Shang" constitutes the sacred pattern of Jasper, and jade carving is like jade, soft and rich. They are like a group of lively and lovely children, living under the same roof for generations.

Goodbye cherry blossoms, it was the morning of early spring this year. The yard was quiet and drizzling. Because to build a tall building, two cherry trees need to be transplanted, and the buds on the branches are tightly squeezed. A few bees buzzed and butterflies danced. The knife is too bright, Hua Meng is broken, and the rain turns into mud. Flowers exhausted their last strength, and finally drowned their eyes with bees and butterflies in the broken flowers, slipped into the wind and drowned in dust and mud.

"If there are flowers, you can fold them straight. Don't wait until there are no flowers." However, the flowers have not yet opened, the branches have broken, and the fragrance has faded.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!"

"Does it hurt?"

"pain!"

"Cry if you want?"

"No tears!"

The wind caressed, the rain whispered and the earth was silent.

Look at the spring breeze, gently blowing two or three peach blossoms, adding new green to the depths of willow buds. The sun came out. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, there are whispers in other yards, butterflies and bees are flying in the depths of the garden, and cherry blossoms are thick!

Oriental cherry aesthetic prose 3

Walking in the yard, I suddenly looked up and found cherry blossoms on the wall. Is this spring?

The cherry tree moved outside the fence a few years ago, saying it was in the way, but I couldn't bear to destroy it, so I moved outside the fence. This wall was probably built before I was born. It looks extremely shabby, as if it had been scratched by the sword of time. There is a layer of broken glass on the wall, and there are already branches of cherry trees two or three meters high leaning against the broken glass. Glass is like a knife, inserted directly into the branch. But this doesn't seem to stop the cherry blossoms from blooming, and even those flowers are all delicate and charming.

Speaking of cherry blossoms, several kinds of cherry blossoms in Japan are the most famous. This famous cherry blossom country is quite unstable in the world, but how can this stop us from enjoying cherry blossoms? Every spring, I love to think about the scene of cherry blossoms blooming under Mount Fuji in Japan. This is really a beautiful scene. Snow-white colors covered the whole mountain, just like real snowflakes. The snow on the top of the mountain does not melt all the year round, and sometimes it is even unclear whether it is snowflakes or cherry blossoms. I think it would be nice if China had such a scene, so beautiful and prosperous.

Cherry blossoms in China are always scattered all over the country, with different colors. The cherry blossoms in my yard are the most authentic white cherry blossoms, sacred and noble, elegant and holy. The cherry trees in my hometown are not very tall, two or three meters, which is the maximum, and they are all white flowers. It is said that cherry blossoms in some places are red and can be viewed. As for where they are, I don't know and I don't want to know. There are red petals like peach blossoms, which I have never seen before.

"Seeds of Love" In spring, when cherry blossoms are in full bloom, boys and girls especially like them, while children like them because they will bear sweet cherries after they bloom. Those old people like cherry blossoms with complete appreciation. Who doesn't like flawless beauty?

I like the cherry blossoms on the wall, two or three scattered flowers, and buds with dewdrops. They are very fragrant. It seems to be a scene that once appeared in a dream. On the wall, cherry blossoms are charming.

I once had a dream in which a woman fell in love with me. In that cherry blossom season, she deeply puzzled my heart. Every time I think of her face, I feel particularly heavy and depressed. Staring at this cherry blossom again, my sleepless feelings are stretched again, and her appearance is constantly echoing in my mind, as holy as cherry blossom.

I couldn't help walking to the wall and picking one or two cherry blossoms, and then smelling them, the fragrance gradually drifted into my mind. I couldn't bear to break the next flower, so I put my hand on the cherry blossom and touched it gently. As gentle as a lover's face.

At this moment, the spring breeze is blowing, and my hair is getting messy. I realized that it was already noon, and the dark clouds had been blown away by the breeze, revealing the sunshine. The dew on the cherry blossoms is glittering and translucent, and the sunlight gradually refracts into the distance. Perhaps, this is spring.