Looking back, April is the bloom of a tree.

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Looking back on April

The spring breeze sweeps the heart lake and ripples.

Spring is like in the hand, dense Fangfei.

The breeze outside the window, birdsong, light and shadow, dark fragrance, invited me to enter.

I want to retire between the mountains and the countryside, but I am fettered by mundane things.

So please yourself when the flowers bloom and fall.

It can be regarded as the most beautiful April day in the world.

The small garden in the glimmer of morning light, like the softness of that leaf, must lighten my footsteps, lest it disturb the dreams of the flowers.

Coffee is a necessity of my life. First have a cup of coffee and then enjoy the flowers and write flowers. As early as the era when glass-bottled Nestle instant solution was given away as a gift box, I fell in love with the taste of coffee, but I became addicted to coffee in recent years. I prefer coffee to tea, just like some people like Sichuan food and some people like Cantonese food, but they have different tastes.

This spring afternoon, the flowers do not speak, like a real yoga master, comfortably extending every section of the body, from the calyx, petals to every wisp of stamens, blooming.

The stem is as tough as iron and the flower blossoms like a lotus. There are legendary epic Josephine, deep-sea fairy tale mermaids, flowing feast ducklings and beer.

Magic purple, water moon mirror flower final illusion, win, fleeting lingering drunken purple dream.

Their lives are short and fragile, and there are only moments of beauty.

Time slows down when we look at a flower, maybe it can make us grow old slowly.

Japanese photographer Changnan Yamamoto said: "I live every day." Feeling all the details and trivialities, and trying to put them in the position of appreciation, maybe this is the aesthetics of my life. "

In fact, I like not only clematis and hydrangea, but also Xiaoling, hibiscus, alum root, windmill jasmine, chrysanthemum, Chiba. Together, they construct the integrity of the shape and phase of the small garden.

Life is too precious to live like a waste. I don't want to spend all my energy looking after the flowers facing the loess. I want to spend more time reading, writing, drawing and talking with friends in the garden.

Therefore, those flowers that are afraid of cold and heat, flowers that need to move around, flowers that are frequently medicated to get rid of insects, are not attractive to me.

The gardening attitude I admire lies not in planting many precious flowers, but in what kind of mentality they grow and what state of mind they have harvested in the garden.

The aesthetic appreciation of gardening lies not in the abundance of flowers, but in the collocation of pots and utensils, and the style and color of the garden.

Some people say that the essence of art is conflict. It creates problems for life, but never solves them.

This is the garden story of "Sugar", a flower friend.

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