Three theories on cherry blossoms

Cherry blossoms are a symbol of hope and friendship. The following is a short article about cherry blossoms that I carefully arranged for you. I hope you like it!

Cherry Blossom Prose 1: Those fallen cherry blossoms

Cherry blossoms wither, are they waiting for the next season to bloom, or can't the trees stay? Zhao Hua is fading away, and the beauty of the past is immersed in the ink of the years. Before I could say goodbye, I experienced parting in an instant. Open the yellowed title page, and thoughts flood in. Those chapters forgotten by the years are as warm as ever. Even though life is changeable, only good memories will remain in my heart forever.

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Bathed in the warm afternoon sunshine, I lay under the cherry tree, and the sunshine shone on me through the gap of the cherry tree, as if I had returned to the warmth engraved in my heart, like an elegant orchid, emitting a quiet fragrance and lasting.

Those cherry blossoms flew down from the trees lightly, like dancing butterflies, and pink petals fell on our cheeks. We are lying under the tree, and you are quietly meditating among those falling cherry blossoms. I always like to sneak up behind you to scare you. You always look at me angrily and laugh. Sometimes, we will chat and talk to each other under the cherry tree. Deep, you will also tell me those legends about cherry blossoms.

You said that a long time ago, cherry blossoms were only white, and brave soldiers chose to have a caesarean section under their beloved cherry trees. Because when a samurai thinks he has reached the glory of life, he will choose to end his life. So there was a river of blood under the cherry tree, and from then on, the cherry blossoms became red ... The redder the petals of the cherry blossoms, the more dead people there were under the tree.

You said that cherry blossoms are a symbol of hope and friendship, representing simple and pure friendship. She is like an ignorant girl, quiet and open in spring, full of white and pink cherry blossoms, which is the best promise to her friends.

You also told me that the most beautiful time of cherry blossoms is not when they are in full bloom, but when they are about to wither, and the tiny petals of each flower wither in the air.

I remember you standing under the cherry tree, holding my hand and saying that we will always be best friends and we will never be apart.

But you broke your word. You told me you were leaving. You took my hand and walked under the cherry tree, saying that you would bloom slowly like those cherry blossoms, but still fall, and then you left. I looked at the cherry blossoms in full bloom, thinking about your vows, and tears welled up in my eyes. ...

I lay under the cherry tree, looking at the falling cherry blossoms and thinking of you in the distance. In this season when cherry blossoms are in full bloom, deep thoughts are like cherry blossoms that spread all over the grassland, but are blown away by the wind and then trampled into mud.

Cherry blossoms are flying and flowers are being buried. Time has buried the lost youth, but it can't take away the good memories. I can't let you leave. But I'm not sad. If you are well, it will be sunny.

Sakura Prose II: Sakura Girl

"Hua Lin thanked Chun Hong and left in a hurry." Li Houzhu probably felt that the loss of flowers hurt the country, so he added, "People naturally grow up and hate water." Considering the death of the late Lord, it is not difficult to understand that he can write a word "sadness" so vividly that people have an inexplicable dull pain when reading it.

Speaking of cherry blossom girl, in fact, like many people, I stumbled across a place where viewers could think, and squeezed out some words by the way. Not specifically considering the so-called emotional or spiritual sustenance.

April rain drove away the spring thunder and shook off the cherry blossoms all over the ground. The ancients said that falling flowers inevitably lead to sad mud. Let's take a look at the "flowers are flying all over the sky, and the fragrance is gone. Who has pity?" Who can not be sad? I love to listen to Vae's songs. I remember that he sang "Falling flowers and falling rain, your swaying beauty and fragrant flowers remind me of the past". So I don't know when I began to imagine a falling flower rain, standing in the wind, quietly letting the falling flower fall from my head to my not wide shoulder, and then gossiping at my fingertips, smelling faintly, with a faint fragrance ... What a pity! Today, I glanced at it casually, only seeing the ruins of Britain, but I didn't see the leisurely rain flowers all over the sky! Maybe it rained last night.

There are always people who say, "You are April on earth". To tell the truth, I don't quite understand this sentence. Probably the person who just started saying this, like me, longs for a "falling rain" in April. April rain, impartial, fell on the blooming cherry blossoms and invited the spring breeze as a companion. I don't think there are many legends about cherry blossoms. I read them from the brilliant red, white and pink petals all over the ground.

After talking for so long, the cherry blossom girl didn't say a word. I was surprised, too. I don't know if I really saw the girl in the painting or missed it. Let us disappear between the lines of immaturity.

Aesthetic poetry always evokes emotions hidden in the deep heart. Speaking of which, I can't help thinking that "whether you can't see it or not, I'm here". At first, I didn't understand whether the Sixth Panchen Lama was anxious to see it, or whether it didn't matter whether he saw it or not. After reading "Put your hand in my hand, or let me live in your heart", I instantly admire his transcendence of "seeing, seeing".

In his words, whether I look at it or not, you are there, not sad or happy; Whether I come or not, you are there, not far or not; Let me hide you in my eyes, or let me become a petal in autumn and fall into your hands. Gu Cheng said, "When you look at the clouds, you are looking at me from a distance." Needless to say, I can't draw the scenery in your eyes.

It rained all night in Bashan Chu, and it is estimated that it is difficult to realize the rain in the dream. I can only carry it in an inconspicuous corner, and the rain dispersed last night. Occasionally in casual eyes, thinking, what a picturesque picture.

Prose 3 on cherry blossoms: This is cherry blossoms.

Flowers in the sky and dust in the ground. This is cherry blossom.

Today, when I went to see cherry blossoms, they were falling.

Only in early spring, cherry blossoms have finished their lives. This is not only a beautiful moment, but also an ancient legend. She awakened the earth and gave people hope. In the season when the world is warm and cold, plum blossoms can't return to the sky. When strangers are lonely, cherry blossoms come to the world like fairy girls in the sky, like the truth in the painting. It is the golden light in the ruins, the glow in the dark clouds, and the bride in my humble room. Since then, the earth has opened and everything has grown.

This is the cherry blossom, which endured the whole cold winter, but gave birth to vitality in the cold winter. I love cherry blossoms because of her patience. No matter how bad the environment is, no complaints, no hatred, bear silently, wait silently, plan silently and open your beauty.

This is cherry blossom. It is incomparably gorgeous, like boundless colorful clouds, covering the whole sky, which is full of stars. Get ready to come out, leave when you are told, and jump when you are led. It has its own swallow, and its own butterfly comes with warmth. When it rains, it is combing; When it is sunny, it is full of make-up. Show your beauty to spring without reservation.

This is cherry blossom. She is not only beautiful, but also beautiful. Pure beauty, smooth and smooth skin; Beautiful and simple, just for flowering, not for fruit. Her life is just a beautiful process. Flowers bloom in early spring and fall in early spring. It's spring scenery, but it's spring scenery. I have no regrets of my own, let alone my own conclusions.

My favorite cherry blossoms, when I saw her today, have begun to fall, but the spring of birds and flowers is in full bloom. Perhaps when people taste the fruits of midsummer, they will think of the silent curtain call of cherry blossoms.

Cherry blossoms are short-lived, but her life is becoming a perennial cuckoo in the sky in the south of the Yangtze River.