Shallow winter, I date flowers.

Time always flies by, and unconsciously, the season once again puts on the coat of winter. Migratory birds fly south like maple leaves, rendering a beautiful watercolor painting. The fluttering apricot leaves are singing and dancing with the melody of shallow winter, and the remaining leaves on the poplar are spinning in the wind of shallow winter. Chasing, playing and interweaving in autumn and winter. The shallow winter flowers, with the retention of autumn, wake up colorful. With whisper-like charm, it blooms proudly in the shallow winter.

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This is a poem by Lv Zhisheng, a poet in the Song Dynasty, describing osmanthus in autumn. Maybe it's because the weather was good a few days ago. Walking in the community, I smelled the faint osmanthus fragrance in the air. "Heaven sent bloom twice, and the Vatican let them wander here at dusk." In the shallow winter, osmanthus bloomed for the second time, as if telling its attachment to autumn. In the cold wind, osmanthus proudly held up golden flowers. Although it is not as gorgeous as autumn, it is still vigorous. Small and exquisite. In the middle of the four petals, there are pale yellow stamens like millet. Bright and full, dazzling, so luxurious and charming. Like a shy little girl, hiding herself in the depths of osmanthus trees. When the wind blows, the whole community is filled with refreshing fragrance. It's refreshing.

A tree of loquat flowers is particularly eye-catching on a sunny day. The flower is very small and has five white petals. The lush branches are covered with pale yellow flowers. Strings crowded on the branches, against the background of green leaves, like bright dance skirts fluttering in rural villagers, simple, generous and elegant. A few bees shuttled back and forth, some were lying on the flowers to collect honey, and some were humming and dancing, as if sharing this intoxicating flower affair. I like the character of loquat flower. Its ugly loquat flowers are not for fame and fortune, and there is no dispute. Waiting in the green spring, silent in the colorful summer, and still maintaining the elegant demeanor of a modest gentleman in the golden autumn of harvest. When the land is yellow and everything is depressed, loquat flowers reveal its fragrance. "The drizzle is tender and wet, and the south wind tree is ripe. (Ming Dynasty: Yang Ji) ". When I looked for Chunhua the next year, the loquat tree was already full of fruits. Hanging on branches in small groups, waving spring breeze to people.

"It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers, so there are no blooming flowers" (Tang Yuanzhen)

Chrysanthemum is known as the "gentleman in flowers". Although the chrysanthemum missed the beautiful spring, it bloomed happily in the late autumn and shallow winter when the flowers withered, showing its unusual beauty. There are many varieties of chrysanthemums: red is like fire, yellow is like a pile of gold, and white is like a silver thread ... competing to open, colorful, and competing for beauty. The petals are elegant and refined, and the petals are fresh and beautiful. Yi Shu, which is full of graceful flowers, also paints bright colors for the bleak winter. If you stand in front of the flowers, the faint fragrance haunts your heart, such as entering a fairyland and being beyond the world. If you go out into the wild, beside the ditch and on the roadside, wild chrysanthemums freely express their feelings, flutter with the wind, and fly like butterflies one after another, magnificent and brilliant. After the drizzle, the wild chrysanthemum was bathed more brightly, as delicate as the face of a newly mature girl. Look around in the sun. Among them, I walked into the back garden of the Jade Emperor.

Appreciate the shallow winter flowers and listen to their whispers. Watching them reluctant to part with the years. It's so charming and intoxicating. Life is like this flower in a shallow winter. Whether anyone appreciates it or applauds it, it will bloom as promised and grow in the deepest part of my heart. Let an elegant heart, the dullness in the depths of the soul, quietly bloom on the threshold of the years, leaving fragrance safely. Green onions come from the peach blossom source in your heart.

Brief introduction of the author

Yang, a native of Yuxiangkou, Changyang, is a retired teacher who has been teaching for 40 years. Because I like the beauty of words, I hold a clumsy pen after retirement, learn to dance ink, write about the feelings of retirement, and write about the warmth of mountains and rivers. Plant poetry in rice, oil and salt, and reap happiness in a flower and a leaf.