A good paragraph describing cherry blossoms is 400~500 words.

Quietly watching, the faint red buds, reddish petals and pink stamens on the tree, like a day's brocade, like a well-dressed bride, and like a group of innocent girls, danced ballet on the stage with the melody of spring. A gentle spring breeze blows, and the petals of cherry blossoms fall on the shoulders and heads of the flower watchers like flying snowflakes, and one layer of petals falls on the grass among the trees.

Cherry blossoms, mostly white or pink, are not rich in color and shape, but full of fresh, simple, elegant and good charm.

When cherry blossoms are in full bloom, beautiful cherry blossoms compete to open, just like a pink veil gently covering the crown of the tree. The warm and romantic blooming of cherry blossoms attracts many people, who appreciate the cherry blossoms on the trees and the surrounding spring scenery.

However, I seem to prefer colorful cherry blossoms to the blooming of cherry blossoms. The flowering period of cherry blossoms is very short, the branches are still blooming in the sun, and lovely flowers are falling like snow in a blink of an eye. Without hesitation, one by one fell from the tree and fell to the ground without hesitation. Looking at the fluttering petals reminds me of Yang Shuo's prose sakura rain.

She only drove for a few days, and then she fell without hesitation. This inevitably makes people feel a little pity and a little melancholy.

But she did have a vigorous opening. In her brief bloom, I saw her enthusiasm and unrestrained. She is so pure and elegant, red as rouge and white as snow. In such a short time, she dedicated all her beauty to those who loved her.

How can you not be embarrassed when you look at such a scene of flowers falling like rain? How many people were intoxicated by it in ancient times. I remember a passage describing sakura rain in the sketch "National Rain": "Through the bright rain curtain, I watched the cherry blossoms on the tree floating in the wind and rain, falling to the ground with the rain, splashing transparent water ..................."

Cherry blossoms fell in that kind of calm, quiet, indifferent and carefree mood. Looking at the cherry blossoms scattered on the ground, I recall that she was once brilliant, she was fragrant and she was brilliant. Now, she just takes her own hope and quietly throws herself into the embrace of the earth. "Falling flowers are not heartless things. Turning into spring mud will protect flowers." Cherry blossoms have passed through the blooming fragrance and ushered in colorful falling. In such a short time, she dedicated all her beauty to those who loved her, and also to the next spring.

Cherry blossoms are so beautiful when they are in full bloom, and so pure, noble and heroic when they fall. People can't help but feel unspeakable sadness, nostalgia and admiration.

That kind of pink hazy fantasy, that kind of sadness and helplessness of losing wheatgrass, isn't it the beauty that flower lovers pursue!

Look at the falling flowers and listen to the rain. Flowers bloom and fall like the ebb and flow of life. In the complicated world, what we need is to keep a balanced mind, enrich every day and cherish every day!