Hydrangea under the city wall

Spring has arrived, and the flowers are blooming for the second time, and the mountains are full of flowers. Winter jasmine in the cold wind, plum blossom in the frost and snow, quiet and sweet February orchid, vibrant rape flower, brilliant cherry blossom, lively azalea, magnificent peony flower, peach blossom, apricot blossom, pear flower, begonia flower, lilac and so on.

There are countless flowers in spring, and countless flowers are engraved in memory. One day, inadvertently, under the root of an ancient city wall facing south from east to west, I was shocked by a long white flower that was connected into a tunnel. Huge flowers are white, covered with branches, and the crushed branches bend down and walk in them. The flowers on both sides are in close contact with you. In the breeze, or the flowers touch you with their heads down, or your arms touch the flowers while walking, it is natural and comfortable, and there is no sense of disobedience. Oh, this is an unexpected hydrangea, so beautiful and generous; Oh, this holy white is like snowflakes in winter. It's amazing.

A poem praised:

The edge of the ancient city wall is getting more and more beautiful.

Hydrangeas are cool.

Last year1February, in the scenic spot,

The glittering and translucent white snow pressed against the tree again.

Here, the hydrangeas on every tree are about two meters high, and there are countless blooming flowers. Bulbs are as big as two hands clenched by adults, and both grow at the top of the trunk. Each of them is like a big family, and there are more than a dozen flower bones on one root, all of which are open like a round hydrangea, so full that they seem to crack. Flowers are made up of many petals, which are opposite to each other, just like butterflies, clustered together, squeezed together and powdered into a ball; It is also like a small trumpet, strutting out a cheerful tune to the sky.

In the early morning, the mist rich in water vapor slowly climbed over the Ming city wall at the southern foot of Zhongshan in Qianhu Lake Biwa Lake for more than 600 years to nourish hydrangea trees; With her back against the wall, she was exposed to the southern sun. The hydrangea here inherits the aura of heaven and earth and grows very vigorously. Under the sunshine, the petals are white, transparent and crystal clear, like white snowflakes falling on the earth, without any red dust; Look closely at the petals, coagulate fat paste, no artificial traces, natural youth and texture; Petals are connected, skirts are swaying, lively, youthful and beautiful; Breeze blowing, graceful, elegant, without the slightest arrogance and extravagance.

There are poems as evidence:

Snowballs are covered with green branches.

Decorate the spring with plain makeup.

Powder without oil is very fragile,

It is true that the chief brought his own crown.

Girls of thirteen or fourteen can compete with these hydrangeas. They don't need make-up, their skin is natural and delicate, their eyes are looking forward to it, their cheeks are smiling, their expressions are carefree, their beauty is elegant and unique, and they bring their own lightness. You see, many girls punch in here accompanied by friends. They are wearing all kinds of colorful clothes, standing next to hydrangeas, and the beautiful flowers set each other off. Fill the lamp board, camera and mobile phone and fix it in the youth of life and flowering. Especially those uncles, wearing all kinds of professional photography suits and holding the most advanced and popular cameras, use their social experience and experience to capture the most brilliant scene in life.

Hydrangea trees on both sides of the walking path, which is about 800 meters long from east to west and 1 m wide, are backed by the ancient city wall, and the annual flowering period attracts tourists here. When people appreciate the beautiful flowers and feel the breath of spring, the mottled ancient city walls seem to remind people that time flies: ancient and modern; Youth and history; Flowers and walls.

There is a poem that says it well:

Hongwu built a wall to protect the country,

Hold your head high and don't leave your legacy.

Spring flowers were beautiful for each other,

It's no use trying to be gorgeous.