The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be contained - azalea prose

"The flower is like a leaky tube, and Xishi is famous among the flowers. Whenever it blooms in spring, the mountains are covered with colorful clouds." The Xishi in the riddle is azalea, which blooms all over the hillside in season. The white ones are like snow, the red ones are like fire, and the yellow ones are like gold. They are extremely graceful and scorching.

In my hometown, with a few spring breezes and spring rains, peach blossoms and pear blossoms bloomed, red apricot branches surrounded people's houses, spring swallows came, cuckoos came, and the azaleas all over the slope came on time. .

Azalea clings to the earth in a deserted place, on a remote hillside, shyly stretching out its smiling face from the green grass, embellishing the mountains and rivers, silently dedicating its beauty to the sunshine that nurtures it and the earth. The face is completely exposed, showing a different kind of beauty. Beside the creek and on the hillside, the water is bright and red, like flames and the morning glow, which makes the mountains and rivers red.

From a distance, they appear in clusters of three and five, like clusters of flames burning and jumping. Looking closely, some flowers are in bud, some are half-open and half-closed, and some are fully open. The blooming petals are as delicate as silk, and the edges of the petals are curved like a fairy's skirt. If you look closely, you will see that a flower consists of five petals. The petals are surrounded by several yellow stamens. The bright yellow filaments are dotted with bright petals and the dancing anthers look like black ants.

The red, white, and pink flowers on the branches are blooming in a lively manner, some are delicate and delicate, some are pure white, and they are swaying in the wind, which is really beautiful. The red ones are as brilliant as the morning glow, the white ones are as scorching as clouds, the pink ones are as dazzling as silk, and the purple ones are so beautiful that you never get tired of them.

The countless flowers surrounded the branches, clusters like small flames. One branch is next to another, one flower is crowded against another, you don't let me, I don't let you, it's so charming.

Once upon a time, Azalea, who lived in the mountains, moved to the city. She was both a little girl and a lady. She could bloom in the mountains and fields like a blazing fire, filling the silence. The hillsides dyed the sky red, and she could also be in the market without fear. The branches are blooming noisily, heartbeating and lively. Everywhere you go is full of life, just in time for the transition between spring and summer, you can climb up the branches and smile.

Azaleas are laid out along the city streets, matching camellia, cherry blossoms and leaves at random heights and complementing each other. Let the city time be filled with the fragrance of flowers and the sky be colorful. Under the sun, in the wind and sunshine, it shows the quiet beauty, shows the flowers blooming, and blooms gorgeously. It is a joy to see the flowers blooming one after another and capture them in the camera lens so that you can enjoy them over and over again. At the transition between spring and summer, the azaleas moistened by the sun, rain and dew are flowing out, blooming together as if they have been agreed upon, and the cool and clear breeze brings the fragrance of the flowers, refreshing the heart and mind. Let people forget the hustle and bustle of the city and absorb the tranquility of nature.

What I love most is that the azalea blooms in the deep valley, not just one or two flowers, but on the winding ridges, in clumps, showing their charm and delicacy with the quiet green, and appreciate the "pretty" Don’t fight for spring, just repay spring when it comes.” Wandering in such a quiet and beautiful environment, you feel as if you are drifting away from the world and fully realizing the charm of Zen. It is often said that a flower blooming alone is not spring. When you look at the clusters of azaleas blooming all over the mountains and plains, and the thousands of flower buds smiling in the wind, how can you not be intoxicated and relaxed?

Do you still remember the popular classic song "Azalea"? That was the episode of the movie "Sparkling Red Star", and it was also a common memory for several generations. The beautiful melody and affectionate lyrics express people's love for the Red Army. I love those green and green years as hot and fresh as azalea - childhood.

In childhood, there is a lot of joy and little sorrow. The sweet smile on the face is like the bright azalea on the branches, blooming all over the cheeks, one after another, also blooming on the way to school, blooming in its own season.

The campus is dilapidated, the classrooms are simple, there are no nutritious meals, and there are not so many kinds of snacks and fresh fruits as there are now. Some are pickles mixed with cold rice, bitter wild fruits from the mountains, and sour and sweet fruits. Sweet wild flowers. Although materially poor, he is full of spirit. He enjoys the joy brought by the mountains and fields and smiles every day.

The beauty of azalea lies in the spirit and the soul. The dense green leaves and the straight and curved branches make the beauty of azalea appear unrestrained, elegant and harmonious. In my heart lives a teacher who is as beautiful as a flower. She is fresh and refined, just like the seven mortal fairies. She is not stained by the worldly world and does not dislike it. She has love in her heart and loves us poor children and clay dolls in the mountains. Hold us in the palm of your hand as lovingly as you love beautiful clothes and delicious food.

Her arrival was a real help in times of need. After the teacher who taught us got married and was transferred away, a female substitute teacher came. After the school year ended, she disappeared when the school started. Another male substitute teacher came. Because Low academic qualifications and unprofessionalism could not tame our group of "naughty little naughties", so the substitute teacher shuttled back and forth in our class. It was not until three years later, when we were in fourth grade, that she appeared and tamed us. An arrogant and unruly "little wild horse".

She empathizes with the warmth of flowers, educates with profound knowledge, moistens with the rain and dew of love, buries the seeds of love, and carries them with the wings of love. The hearts of poor children are no longer empty, and poor children believe that they will eventually be happy. One day it will be as gorgeous as azalea, adding color to my hometown.

Everything is her hard work. She held her little hands covered with soil with loving hands and sketched out the future of the children in Dashan one stroke at a time. She used her enthusiasm to help us make up for the missed courses, and worked tirelessly during her lunch breaks and weekends.

She loves us and we love her. When I was a child, my family was poor and I had nothing to offer. Thanks to the fairy teacher's careful education, I only had the azalea in my mind. The first time I gave flowers, I was afraid of being disgusted or rejected, so I didn't dare to do it openly. I quietly placed a large handful of carefully selected beautiful flowers at her door. After knocking on the door, I ran away and hid aside. I saw her opening the door and looking around but no one was there. Holding the flowers and smelling them carefully, with a smile on your face, you feel like you have found a treasure. She brought us colorful candies and wonderful Chinese and foreign classics, and we helped her carry water and clean the house, silently and without leaving a name, only remembering her unsmiling moments.

For our poor children in the mountains, the flowers that can be given to teachers will never be beautiful roses, elegant chrysanthemums, graceful peonies... they can only be inconspicuous ones on the roadside. Strings of loach flowers, golden dandelion flowers, and orchids in the ravine, and the vegetables were just simple green vegetables and radishes, which she regarded as treasures. The flower that was given the most was azalea, and every time it was a big bunch of fiery red flowers. She kept the flowers in the basin, and they bloomed one by one, as if a group of children in the mountains were laughing.

"A garden is full of red and intoxicating flowers, and there are clusters of cyan blossoms on the ground." Azalea blooms to its fullest, blooming on the hillside, on campus, and in poems.