Looking back on April, the trees are blooming!

Looking back on April, the spring breeze is blowing in the middle of the lake, causing faint ripples. Spring is like a hand, full of beauty. The breeze outside the window, the singing of birds, the light and shadow, and the faint fragrance invite me into the noise. I really want to live in seclusion between Shan Ye, but I am bound by everything, and I can entertain myself between flowers. This is not the most beautiful April day in the world.

In the small garden in the twilight, like the softness of that leaf, I have to be very quiet for fear of disturbing the dream of flowers.

Coffee is a necessity in my life. Have a cup of coffee first, then enjoy flowers, shoot flowers and write flowers. I liked the taste of coffee as early as when the glass bottle Nestle instant coffee was given as a gift box, but it was not until recent years that I became addicted to coffee. I prefer coffee to tea, just like some people like Sichuan food and some people like Guangdong food, but they just have different tastes.

In this spring afternoon, flowers don't talk, just like real yoga masters, they stretch every part of their bodies comfortably, from calyx and petals to every stamen, in full bloom.

Stems like iron, flowers like lotus. There are legendary and epic Josephine, a fairy-tale little mermaid in the deep sea and a flowing duckling beer feast.

Fantasy purple, hidden moon mirror flowers end up fantasy, victory, lingering drunk purple dream.

Their lives are short and fragile, and some are only a moment of beauty.

Time slows down when we look at a flower. Maybe this will make us grow old slowly.

Japanese photographer Masao Yamamoto said, "I live every day. I feel all the details and trivialities and try to put them in the position of appreciation. Maybe this is my life aesthetics. "

In fact, I like not only clematis and hydrangea, but also Xiaoling, Furong, Fangen, Windmill Jasmine, Xiao Ju and Chiba, which are isomorphic to form a complete small garden with seasonal characteristics.

Life is too precious to live like a waste. I don't want to turn my back on the loess and spend all my energy looking at flowers. I have to spend more time reading, writing, painting and talking with friends in the garden.

Therefore, flowers that are afraid of cold and heat, flowers that need to be moved around, and flowers that kill insects frequently can't attract me.

The gardening attitude I admire is not how many precious flowers I plant, but what kind of mentality I plant flowers and what kind of mood I harvest in the garden.

What I appreciate in gardening aesthetics is not the richness of the flowers, but the collocation of flowerpots and utensils, the style and color of the garden.

Some people say that the essence of art is conflict, which creates problems for life but never solves them.

This is a garden story that belongs to my friend "Sugar Sugar".

What's your story?