Indus flowers are in full bloom.

That kind of big, big flower is always paired in groups, like a large group of women together, and she suddenly blooms.

This year's phoenix tree, like all flowers, bloomed a little late. However, she came anyway, and she will definitely come.

I like sycamore flowers. I like her smell. The fragrance of the sycamore flower is undisguised, and she is generous enough to make herself fragrant to the extreme. That rich aroma, with the wind, drifted to you and me. Whether you like it or not, she will come and make your little room fragrant, every grass around you fragrant, and you fragrant.

Indus flowers, white, purple and lavender, are not as dazzling as brilliant red roses, but they are still dazzling. As long as it is in full bloom, even if it is far away, you can't avoid it. She is so direct that you can't ignore her or pretend to ignore her. She uses her unique gestures to tell everyone where she is, where you can see her.

The shape of the sycamore flower is also very individual, and each flower is like a trumpet. They are all stretching to their hearts' content, stretching into the air, and you will never see any of them, showing any formality and tolerating any shyness. They just flaunt themselves and don't care what you think of her. You look at her and she seems to tell you that I am like this and I love this life.

That string of trumpet, they sing every day. Yes, this is a flower that likes singing. From small to large, from flower bones to the most gorgeous flowers, they sang all the way, whether it was cloudy or sunny, they were singing. Maybe some people don't understand what they are singing, but they do. They sing their own songs and only sing their own songs.

The wind will come at some time. Sometimes I wonder, when the wind comes, will they become little bells? Little bells bouncing like children? The wind blows from a distance, carrying distant information, coming to them, passing by them, and then taking their information to further places. I've seen them dance, and they dance with ecstasy. Did they jump because they received a message from a distance? Do they jump because their happiness can be carried far away? When I saw them jumping, especially when they were jumping like little bells when they were in full bloom, I was thinking that flowers, like us, still had childlike innocence no matter how many years they lived.

The phoenix tree is in bloom. When the rocks in the mountain were awakened by thunder, she opened.

She came to us, with the tender grass in the leaves, the rising water under the river bank, and the spring.

1. What did you write about the fig tree? From which angle did you write "Indus Flower"?

2. What are the characteristics of the fragrance of Indus flower?

Both Wisteria Falls and this article have related sentences, indicating that the writing ideas of both articles are from flowers to life. Please say two words separately.

Wisteria Falls:

Indus flower, opened:

Appreciate:

1. Make your small room fragrant, make no grass around you fragrant, and make you fragrant.

2. That string of trumpet, they are singing every day.

5. Why does the author say that Sycamore uses her instead of it? Tell me your understanding.