The weather in northern Zhangjiakou

Reporter: I went outdoors today and saw peach blossoms in full bloom. After I came back, I drew a black and white peach blossom. Thinking of this old article, I simply matched it here.

April 6, 1965 438+09

Winter in the north is particularly long, not only coming early, but also going late. It's been almost half a year, and I still can't bear to leave. On the last day of March, I tried my best to make a heavy snow and made a grand curtain call.

In this way, the spring and autumn play time was squeezed out for no reason. Spring girl, who ranks first in a year, is helpless in the face of overbearing winter. She tossed and turned in the endless and boring waiting and couldn't sleep.

It was not until April that I opened my eyes lazily and woke up in a trance in the long-awaited eager eyes. The weather suddenly turned warm, and the east wind blew, and thousands of trees blossomed.

In Bai Letian's poem, he said, "In April, the beauty of the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms bloom in the mountain temples. I hate that spring is nowhere to be found and I don't know where to go. "

Saibei, why not?

It's misty and rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, early spring and February. Central China, peach blossoms in March. And this vast northern frontier, in April when the beauty of the world is dying, peach blossoms begin to see the spring of the year. The vast China, different seasons. There are green, fat and red, and here is the spring breeze.

Just after the rain, the sky is still gloomy, and the air is fresh and humid, which gives a refreshing comfort to the dry breathing for many days. When I entered the garden, I was suddenly embraced by spring. Who says ten miles is different? -Why do you need ten miles? Inside and outside the wall are two worlds. This botanical garden, known as the southern foot of Xing 'an, looks like a paradise in the downtown area.

On the grass, clusters of slender grass seem to put on new clothes overnight and shine green. You call me, I drag you out of the ground, look around, and call friends. In a few days, it will stretch into green.

The dusty branches were washed clean all winter, and some new leaves sprouted quietly. They are gentle and shy, like newborn babies, which makes people relaxed and happy.

A few willows in the distance are yellow as a dream. The breeze blew, swaying hazy and beautiful hopes.

How can there be no peach blossoms? A branch of this horizon inadvertently reached you. That you can't stop to look carefully. The lead sky is dark pink, but with a few wisps of charm, the quiet beauty of lightness is elegant and touching.

This tree is white, but it can't be named, pear flower? Or apricot flowers? On the lead background, there are many flowers, like a dark ink painting. Flourishing, but not publicity. Very light, but very bright.

And this branch, full of powder in spring, laughs leisurely at the spring breeze. "If you compare a person's face to a peach blossom, from the perspective of peach blossom, the face will be beautiful." . However, we don't know where people are. Waste your feelings for spring.

This tree is full of flowers, magnificent and gorgeous. The whole thing is "the trees are full of red and colorful flowers burn in spring." It blooms at will and does not live up to the good times on earth. Spring fragrance is gone, you should be self-sufficient and have no regrets.

Spring in Saibei is like this, because if you wait too long, a touch of new green will give you a great surprise. Because it has been bred for too long, once it blooms, it will do its best. How can we not be moved by this warm and vigorous life!

Because of this, although I don't like sandstorms in the north, I am used to four distinct seasons. I don't know if people who haven't experienced a long winter will have such a feeling of expectation and joy in every winter and spring like me.

I have also been to the south in April, and the rich green is overwhelming, which is full of comfort for people who have just come from the barren hills in the north. However, one day, two days, three days ... why is the endless green no longer gratifying? Flat ... a little tired?

Perhaps, no matter how beautiful the south is, it will always be a foreign land and cannot last long. I still love this hometown of "peach blossoms in April"-I don't want to care how long her winter is.