Jiang cheng Hua Fei chun prose

When it was warm and cold, I came to Wuhan from Tianjin, which was the end of the project. Generally speaking, I have been fighting on the Hefei-Wuhan line for almost two years.

Fireworks in March, cold and heat change, the bare branches of loess in the north have no new green, but the south of the Yangtze River is covered with grass. There is a Houxianghe Park near where I live. I want to have a different view. I took advantage of my leisure time to set foot on the bluestone path, only to see the lake clear and sparkling, and occasionally a few small fish swam among the water plants. A breeze blew across my face, weeping willows fluttered around me, and the buds on the branches grew happily. Looking from a distance, that touch of new green is so fresh and clean, mixed with the smell of roadside grass, which is really refreshing. What caught my eye most was the magnolia blooming on the hillside. The purple and white flowers were as big as goblets, trying to show the color of life on the high branches. I can't help but stop and watch carefully. This kind of tree is rare in the north. In the streets of Wuhan, it grows very ordinary, and it is in early spring. The air is still a little cold, and most other kinds of flowers are still ignorant, but it is the first to open, and there are blood-red camellia. Their colors are deep and shallow, thick and light, which complement each other in the depths of the park, and the quiet environment is patchy.

This outing in Houxianghe Park suddenly aroused my interest in visiting Moshan Scenic Area. Located at the foot of Moshan Mountain, Sakura Garden, together with Hirosaki Sakura Garden in Aomori Prefecture, Japan and Sakura Garden in Washington State, USA, has become the three largest cherry blossom capitals in the world. Many foreign tourists still come here, and now they live in Jiangcheng, which is close to the water. How could they miss it easily? Their hearts are not as good as their actions. While the cherry blossoms have been blooming one after another, and the plum blossoms have not faded, I took a bus to Moshan Scenic Area and strolled into the gate of the cherry blossom garden.

As soon as I entered the door, I couldn't help but let out a cry. It's so beautiful here, just like a fairyland on earth. Looking around, cherry trees, covered with all kinds of clothes, stand freely all over the mountains, white is better than snow, and pink is like a girl's shy face. They are patches, patches, and it doesn't matter, just like white clouds inhabiting Shan Lan. A warm wind blew, the whole cherry blossom forest danced slowly, and clouds of soft smoke filled the mountains and rivers. I think there are generally so many fairyland in Yaochi in the sky. After careful observation, I found that every cherry petal is as thin as a cicada's wing, especially in the case of backlight. Its fragile appearance is untouchable, much like the soft gauze skirt on a fairy. One cherry tree after another grows at will, and several trees stand out from the crowd against the rape blossoms. Rape flowers are not to be outdone. Although they are short in stature, they connect green leaves with golden dazzling flowers, attracting countless wasps to shuttle and play among the flowers. It was a sunny day in Wan Li, which coincided with the opening of the Cherry Blossom Festival. Thousands of tourists walked through the garden laughing one after another. They are in groups of three or five, or in pairs, and I am alone. Working in an engineering unit, the life of wandering all the year round makes people feel numb. Fortunately, I still have a little childlike innocence. I like music, literature, travel and photography. On such a sunny spring day, it is more free and unrestrained for a person to travel. Just when I was thinking, I suddenly found myself walking in front of a cherry tree near a bridge by the water. This cherry tree grows in such an elegant place, listening to the gurgling water all year round and watching the people coming and going on the bridge. If life can be like this, it will be another scene.

From the cherry blossom garden, I came to the nearby Meiyuan. At this time, the flowering period of plum blossoms has passed, but there are still many plum blossoms struggling on the branches, and the wind and the sun have lightened their colors. It is true that their lives have entered their twilight years and they can no longer withstand any touch. Even a slight breeze may wither them from the branches. However, their flying posture in the air is so light and beautiful, without any sadness, and each tree is covered with a thin layer of perianth in the shadow. In addition, there are some petals floating on the head of a white-haired old woman, who is over 70 years old, carrying a backpack, a huge SLR camera around her neck and another one in her hand, and is absorbed in taking pictures. I couldn't help laughing when I saw what I saw. It can be seen that the old woman is old, but she loves photography so much that she must be a person who loves life. In contrast, why do young people like us not love life and waste light?

Yes, there are flowers in nature and joys and sorrows in life. I'm over 30 years old, but suddenly I have suffered some loss. I have been reluctant to let go of this blow. However, at this stage, I miss not pessimistic, indifferent but not confused. I think the best way to commemorate a person is to live a strong and happy life, for the people around you who love you, and of course for yourself.

Farewell to Moshan Scenic Area, it is already in the evening, only to see the sunset all over the sky, kingfishers flying, the sunset dragging a long beautiful image in the river, it is estimated that tomorrow will be another sunny day …