The small courtyard is not very big, and the flower beds with different shapes are full of all kinds of flowers and fruits. Although extremely common, it is dazzling and pleasing to the eye.
"A single flower is not spring, and a hundred flowers bloom in spring." Every spring, spring begins with the yellow winter jasmine on the stone wall in the north of the yard. Then several tall and strong weeping willows and camphor trees germinated one after another, and then red, pink, yellow and white roses eagerly appeared in black and pink. For a time, the yard was colorful and the rich fragrance of flowers attracted bees and butterflies to dance; The returning swallows peck mud under the eaves to build their nests, or whisper among the beams, or hover in the treetops; Children who don't go to school always like to walk around the yard before leaving. Du Fu's Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside is a good footnote here. All the foreign guests, without exception, praised the yard and gave a thumbs up. The whole spring in the yard was filled with excitement and praise.
In summer, trees are shaded. The long branches of willows brushed the ground. Pink oleander is in full bloom, and clusters of branches nod frequently, like a burning flame, reflecting the courtyard of Sihe. Gardenia, canna, cordate telosma, impatiens and sunflower are also competing for the second bloom. Every morning, the sunrise rises from Ran Ran in the east, awakening the dreams of hundreds of flowers. Gentle impatiens and delicate sunflowers, their red faces face the rising sun and smile lovely. The yard full of flowers is like a huge flowerpot, which answers the sentence that "the fragrance of flowers attacks people, it is warm and cold at first, magpies sound through trees and welcome the new sunny day" Daughters under the age of three will also lament the beauty of flowers and become voluntary flower protectors, tirelessly telling everyone who walks into the yard not to pick flowers.
Among the hundred gardens, I like gardenia best, which is white and elegant, fragrant and plump, and has strong vitality. As long as there is water, we can survive. Every year in April of the lunar calendar, when rape and wheat are harvested, watered and transplanted, a section of gardenia stem is conveniently folded and inserted at the edge of the paddy field, so that it can take root, sprout and blossom. When I was a child, my mother often picked a gardenia and put it on my head. Wherever I go, the fragrance floats there. Until now, my love for gardenia remains the same. No matter in the market or on the way to walk at night, whenever I meet them, I will buy some to take home. Find a clean and beautiful bottle, fill it with half a bottle of water, put flowers on it, and the fragrance of gardenia will pervade every corner of the room. As long as you smell the fragrance of gardenia, your impetuous mood will suddenly calm down.
In the yard of summer night, the evening breeze blows over the river, and the warm air becomes cool and humid. A cool breeze blew into the yard, and all kinds of flowers swarmed in, hit by the wind, and then floated away over the courtyard wall. Fiona Fang Shili is stained with the flowers in the yard, far better than Qilixiang in name only. Living in the yard, the heart will wander in nature, close to flowers and trees, close to the moon and the breeze. On a clear night, the bright moon hangs high in the air and flows quietly like water, flowing lightly among the flowers. Through the dense flowers and leaves, the bright spots are screened out, and the branches are swaying and jumping like dreamy elves. Under the moon, flowers are blurred, trees are swaying and birds are sleeping soundly. The yard has become a paradise for life: oil flies sing here, crickets play the piano here, cicadas occasionally play music, and unknown insects make omniscient sounds, playing beautiful music on summer nights together.
The people in the yard didn't go back to the countryside, didn't go out for exercise, and didn't go fishing by the river, so I had a quiet time to enjoy the beautiful scenery alone with my daughter. There is a simple hammock tied between two trees, and my daughter is lying on the hammock and swinging. I told her the story of Cowherd, Weaver Girl and Zhang Heng and felt the beautiful moonlit night with uneven branches and leaves. Sometimes looking at the vast clear sky of the Milky Way, I will teach her to know the Big Dipper and recite The Fair in the Sky. Sometimes, impatiens will be mashed, beans will be picked, and my daughter and I will get red nails on our hands and feet. Sometimes, a three-year-old daughter will ask, "Why is that little red flower called the sun flower, not the Chinese rose flower?" "Is there really Chang 'e on the moon?" I answered patiently one by one. Often, my daughter will break the willow branches, let me weave a basket for her, and then happily carry the basket to pick up the withered petals on the ground. My eyes turn with my daughter's figure, my ears are attracted by the distant frogs, my heart stretches with the blooming flowers, and my dream is to fly in the clear moonlight.
In a blink of an eye, autumn comes as promised. Summer flowers are dying and English is everywhere. Hibiscus, Osmanthus, Begonia and Osmanthus fragrans are already full of fragrance, hanging on the branches one by one, swaying in the wind and shining with autumn colors. At this time, oranges and grapefruit are also covered with branches, emitting a slightly bitter fragrance.
"A good year's scenery must be remembered, it is orange."
What other season can be as rich as autumn? Flowers are hope and fruits are harvest; Flowers nourish the eyes and fruits nourish the stomach. Enjoy beautiful scenery and delicious food. When the fruit is ripe, pick three or two, sit on the stone bench in the yard and enjoy the beautiful scenery while chatting. The boredom in my heart will disappear at this moment, and some people are eager for life.
Autumn goes to winter, swallows return to the south, leaves fall, and all the flowers are scattered into mud and entrusted to the soil, just waiting for the next year. Only the leaves of holly and grapefruit are still bright green, giving people hope and vitality. There are also snowflakes flying all over the sky, which bring you unexpected surprises on a casual morning: "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." The young couple took cameras and kept taking pictures and videos to preserve the most beautiful and moving scenery.
The small courtyard is evergreen all the year round, and the flowers are constantly blooming. Most of the time is spent in this thick floral fragrance. My daughter also had a happy childhood. Because of it, I have the best memories in my life.