It is the autumn season, the autumn chrysanthemum does not compete with the hundred flowers, when the frost and cold come, it blooms the delicate red, yellow, white, black, purple and green of the garden, in order to decorate, to flourish in the late autumn when the leaves are scattered.

Zheng Xiaowen and Yang Yilin were walking on the path among the flowers, she raised her hand and touched him and said, "Yilin, go to the rockery and watch the big cliff and the chrysanthemum." ”

The toucher was unintentional, and Yang Yilin held Zheng Xiaowen's hand in a flash.

Zheng Xiaowen's face suddenly turned red, but she still walked to the rockery with Yang Yilin holding her hand.

Zheng Xiaowen pretended to look at the flowers and gently pumped his hand.

Yang Yilin thought to himself: When he hugged her, he just hugged her, and he stopped for a few seconds at most and then let go. But this hand-holding is like talking to her heart, which is quite embarrassing.

Yang Yilin thought in his heart, he was a little excited, and his hands were a little shaky.

The more Zheng Xiaowen pulled her hand, the tighter Yang Yilin's hand held her.

Zheng Xiaowen was really embarrassed to hold hands like this, so he was in a hurry: "Yilin, my feet, oops, my feet!"

Yang Yilin unconsciously let go of his hand, he quickly bent down to see Zheng Xiaowen rubbing his feet and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with your feet?"

Zheng Xiaowen straightened up and stomped the foot he had just kneaded and said, "Maybe it's cramping, it's okay now, look at the flowers." ”

Yang Yilin looked at Zheng Xiaowen's expression, and he suddenly realized: Your little girl used the golden cicada shelling meter, but it's good that your feet are fine.

Yang Yilin stood on the edge of Bitan and watched the cliff chrysanthemum attentively:

The white cliff chrysanthemum with branches about 80 centimeters wide and branches about 4 meters long and flowers in full bloom on the rockery cliff wall is like a waterfall and pours into the blue pool at the foot of the mountain.

The white buds with buds at the end of the small chrysanthemum float on the big pebbles exposed on the water surface in the pool, much like the splash of the waterfall falling in the pool.

This waterfall-like white chrysanthemum is a spectacular sight to look at.

Yang Yilin exclaimed: "It's the first time I've seen such a beautiful and spectacular scenery of chrysanthemum!"

Zheng Xiaowen took over and said: "There are a lot of beautiful chrysanthemums, you can take a look at these three pots of chrysanthemums." Tell you, in the chrysanthemum bonsai art, the chrysanthemum bonsai is one of the must, you can enjoy it!

She also said: "Do you know that a small chrysanthemum seedling can be cultivated and shaped into ten thousand moods by imitating the natural style and scenery. If you don't believe me, come here and see. ”

The two walked to the center of the courtyard, Zheng Xiaowen pointed to the edge of the three flower beds, the three pots were all 80 centimeters high, the diameter of the main trunk was about 6 centimeters thick, and the small chrysanthemum bonsai with different shapes and colors said: "Look at it." ”

Yang Yilin first looked at the yellow chrysanthemum:

He saw that the main trunk of this pot of golden chrysanthemums was simple and vigorous, and there were five layers of branches and leaves distributed on the whole tree, and there were about 3,000 flowers, and the branches were sprinkled with gold.

He couldn't help but say, "I feel that this golden chrysanthemum is very much like a noble woman with a tall figure, elegant temperament, and a crown on her head." However, I see that its gentleness and elegance seem to have obscured its majesty. ”

He counted one branch, "Yo, there are four hundred flowers on this branch!"

Zheng Xiaowen said: "You just know, the small flowers, dense flowers, and many flowers are just one of its wonders, you come to see this pot of red chrysanthemum." ”

As soon as Yang Yilin saw the red chrysanthemum bonsai, he first exclaimed: "Wow!"

He saw that this red chrysanthemum was bold and eye-catching, and the color was gorgeous, and the main trunk was bent upwards to thirty centimeters, and he looked up half-lying on the right side of the flower pot.

Above the main trunk of the red chrysanthemum, the main branches are evenly distributed, enthusiastic and unrestrained; the branches below the main trunk grow downward, delicate and graceful; the upper and lower left and right are full of flowers, you hug me and squeeze, red like May durian cheeks, all with affectionate smiles.

Yang Yilin looked at the red flowers and green branches and leaves close to the main trunk of the red chrysanthemum, and he saw that the branches were weeping and red, hiding the main trunk of Yimei. The addition of this scenery makes people look at it, and it looks like a beautiful girl dancing with heavy makeup and skirts fluttering on the stage.

Yang Yilin said: "The heavy makeup of this pot of red chrysanthemum matches its plain clothes, which makes it even more delicate and enchanting in the simplicity and elegance." Such a soft and beautiful rhyme is really touching and admirable! What a charm, beautiful, wonderful!"

Zheng Xiaowen was happy to hear this, at this moment, if she wasn't too shy, she really wanted to hold Yang Yilin's hand again. She smiled at Yang Yilin and raised her hand to point: "Yilin, you go and see that pot of green chrysanthemums again!"

Yang Yilin looked at the green chrysanthemum again:

He looked at this pale green chrysanthemum, the roots were hanging and curved, the trunk was quite beautiful, the branches were dense and natural, fresh and smooth, and on the whole, it was neither delicate nor kitsch.

I also saw that it was decorated with clouds and green, light and soft jade, and thousands of small pale green flowers floating on the branches, which were pure and chaste, elegant and quiet, and it seemed to be able to make a reckless man who was thundering like thunder become peaceful and docile in an instant.

Yang Yilin couldn't help but say: "This pot of green chrysanthemums belongs to the lady type. It's as clean as jade, elegant and beautiful, it's so loved by gentlemen!"

After Yang Yilin finished speaking, he thought to himself: The red chrysanthemum is a little bit like Xiaowen, the yellow chrysanthemum is a little bit more, this green chrysanthemum, it is the most like Xiaowen!

Zheng Xiaowen answered: "Yilin, you really know how to compare, I also look at this pot of green chrysanthemums." ”

The two of them were talking, when they suddenly heard the beautiful sound of a bird, and they both thought, "Hey, there is a thrush flying in this garden?"

The two looked up at the tree, and saw two little birds in the tree, among the flowers, flying here and there, flying and chirping, and flying and screaming, and flying away.

Yang Yilin said: "These two little birds look at the two of us in the garden, they are envious, and they are here to join in the fun." ”

"I saw them coming to see you, and one of them said, 'This man's name is Yilin, I haven't seen him come to the East Garden before, where did he come from?' and the other said, 'He's Xiaowen's friend, you don't know that, stupid!'"

Yang Yilin listened to Zheng Xiaowen's words, and he laughed all of a sudden. He looked around at the garden and said:

"Xiaowen, there are so many stump bonsai in this garden, the shapes are different, and they are all so beautiful, which pot was created by you? ”

"Okay, in another ten days, some bonsai should enter the flower room, and the flowers in the flower room are next to each other, and you can't enjoy them in all directions. Before you have moved into the flower house, you can take a good look. Zheng Xiaowen answered.

When Yang Yilin heard that the bonsai should be moved to the flower room, he hurriedly said: "When this bonsai enters the flower room one day, remember to tell me, I will move." ”

"I'm just casually saying, how can I keep bothering you. Zheng Xiaowen said.

Yang Yilin said seriously and wittily: "Between good friends, how can you say the word trouble so much?

Zheng Xiaowen listened to this, looking at Yang Yilin's expression, she smiled very much.

She pointed to the podocarpus and crape myrtle on the flower stand in front of the grape trellis and said, "Those two pots, I think they are my best works, you see." It's just that crape myrtle doesn't bloom now, but its charm is still there, and you can still watch it. When the flowers bloom next year, you can take a closer look at it. ”

As soon as Yang Yilin saw the podocarpus pile scene: "Ah, isn't this the podocarpus painted on the shadow wall, it turns out that this is your real masterpiece!

Zheng Xiaowen smiled and said, "Look, you can enjoy it." ”

Yang Yilin saw that the shape of this pot of podocarpus pile scenery is a natural large tree, the tree is one meter high, the roots are very large, and the main trunk is thick. The old trunk spreads out a small branch to the right at a height of 30 centimeters, and the branches and leaves spread out are very beautiful.

When the main trunk of podocarpus continues to grow upwards to a height of 70 centimeters, the branch opens and divides into a small strand to the left, which grows obliquely to the lower left, forming a natural large oblique branch, which shows heroic posture and dances in mid-air.

The large trunk grew a few centimeters upwards, and then spread out and grew into a vigorous and perfect green canopy.

Yang Yilin feels that this pot of podocarpus pine simply grows a few green clouds of size and length, combined with its strong roots, straight stems, and quaint skin, and the overall view, it is majestic and spectacular, just like a thousand-year-old tree!

Yang Yilin saw the picture of podocarpus and the mountain peaks and stones in the flower pot connected together, and at a glance, he intuitively felt that he was in the scenery of a famous mountain......

After Yang Yilin finished viewing this pot of podocarpus, he looked at Zheng Xiaowen and said: "You have created such a wonderful bonsai work with your original ideas, which is really amazing!

Zheng Xiaowen smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment." In fact, bonsai production and poetry, painting a truth, inspiration comes to the pen to produce flowers, the hand is clever, the unique subtle beauty will come out. ”

Yang Yilin listened to Zheng Xiaowen's pleasant voice, thinking about the beautiful words that Zheng Xiaowen said, and couldn't help nodding and muttering to himself: "Mei also knows Wen Nini, Miao also Xiao Wen Nini, ah, I'm so comfortable!"

Zheng Xiaowen looked at him: "What are you muttering?"

Yang Yilin quickly came back to his senses: "Oh, I'm praising bonsai." ”

Zheng Xiaowen saw that Yang Yilin had such a level of appreciation of bonsai art, and thought: Ah, I have met a bosom friend, I have never had it: I am in good spirits!

Zheng Xiaowen was happy in her heart, she looked at Yang Yilin like a child and said happily: "Yilin, you really understand the art of bonsai, when I have time, I will tell you the initial creative ideas of this podocarpus and that crape myrtle!"

Yang Yilin thought to herself: I found that the closer I was to her interests and hobbies, the happier she was. The more I can understand her, the more she will definitely love me! That's great, she, she's the person next to me Yang Yilin, I'm going to marry her!

If I, Yang Yilin, make another outstanding achievement in my career, at that time, there will be no doubts, she must be mine!

Yang Yilin thought of this, and he cheered hard for his confidence and wishes: "Okay!" The word 'good' was shouted out by him happily.

Zheng Xiaowen listened to it, thinking that Yang Yilin was replying to her words, she said in her heart: Seeing that he was excited and happy, he almost jumped up when he shouted back, what a cute big boy!