When I woke up the next morning, I opened the window and the fresh air rushed in.

Suddenly, I saw the purse peony in the flower pond in the small courtyard, which bloomed in clusters of pink and white flowers overnight. Colorful and swaying in the wind, like strings of small purses hanging there.

At this time of year, I often sit on the iron-barred chair next to the small planter for a long time. I really want to take a look at the small and delicate peony flowers in the purse and the cuteness.

The peony is named because its leaves resemble peonies, and the flowers resemble purses, and dozens of small flowers can bloom on one branch. The meaning of the flower language is to agree to your marriage proposal.

Just looking at the shape of this flower is really the same thing, countless heart-shaped flowers are not the best way to express love.

The message of the purse is lovesickness and missing your sweetheart. So, the girl can give the boy who proposed to you a purse peony to express your heart.

When you see the purse peony blooming, the strings of small purses hanging on the branches are not only pretending to be in season, shining eyes, but also silently reminding you that the Dragon Boat Festival of hanging gourds and buying purses is coming.

The Dragon Boat Festival is a kind of missing, a day to wish each other good health.

When I was in junior high school, I got lost on the morning of the Dragon Boat Festival. I really felt the pen of the lyricist Li Qingzhao: "I often remember the twilight of Xiting, and I don't know the way back when I am drunk." Returning to the boat at night, he strayed into the depths of the lotus flower. Fighting, fighting, startling a shoal of herons. "The same is that I am intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and get lost, the difference is that the pen in my hand is annoyed that I can't write a decent sentence after so many years, maybe I am too stupid.

Thanks to a fog early that morning, I lost my way and strayed into the beauty that I will never forget for a lifetime, so that I felt this poem very deeply, as if a colorful bird flew in the depths of my soul.

On that day's spring outing, I came out of my home at half past four in the morning and walked along the familiar path to the campus gate. At the school gate, I heard two students say that due to the different distances of the roads, the students who arrived first were invited to go to the grass by the second bridge of the Lanhe River to gather. It's not too far to walk for 30 minutes, but I'm not familiar with the road conditions.

At this time, there happened to be a classmate from the neighboring class not far in front, and through the fog, I could vaguely see her figure, so I hurriedly followed.

Nearly twenty minutes later, I heard the sound of running water and a river bridge appeared in front of me.

I was happy to stand at the head of the bridge and look east and west. I heard the sound of water in my ears, but I couldn't see the water, and the mist covered the water.

Ah! At this moment, I found that the figure in front of me was gone.

I just felt as if she had gotten off the bridge and walked along a path to the right next to the river, and I thought that maybe I would be able to catch up with her.

At this moment, I saw the morning mist of poplar forests hiding the calm waters of the Lan River. A path winds into the distance, and the singing of too many unknown birds in the trees can be heard.

In the distance, the confused white fog is connected with the calm water surface of the Lan River, and it is impossible to distinguish which is the sky, which is the water surface, and which is the white fog, and a small boat can be faintly seen half of the edge. It's like a Danqing, a landscape painting of ink and wash over the years.

Nearby, clumps of unknown small wildflowers bloomed at the foot of the path. There are red ones with black dots, white ones dyed with lace, purple ones wrapped in green cores, and those goose yellow ones on top of them. At this moment, I saw them clustered together one by one, one by one, and the large crystal dew drops hung on the top of the fluffy petals, so tender that they looked like freshly hatched chicks.

Suddenly, in the white mist, a large-winged white butterfly fluttered among the flowers. The white wings had golden textures on them, and I was secretly wondering, what kind of creature's beautiful metamorphosis was this? It was the first time in my life that I had seen such a beautiful butterfly. Perhaps it was my footsteps that alarmed it, and when a ray of light piercing through the white mist fell on it, it seemed to be too damp, and it flew super slowly, hovering around me, and if I stretched out my hand, I would be able to catch it.

At this time, the misty white fog seemed to fade, and you could faintly see the high aquatic plants growing on the slightly harder ground on the edge of the river embankment. Moreover, under the aquatic plants, there were bursts of noisy frogs. Where the water meets the land, there are countless speckled moss-like patches, like a carpet of patchwork of green patches, covering the water and the ground. I think it must have been wet and slippery, and maybe only waterfowl and frogs could step on it.

At this moment, flocks of waterfowl soared across the surface of the water, and disappeared into the overflowing mist in an instant.

I can't tell what they look like, maybe they are birds like water gulls, they are cousins of seagulls and river gulls, they have the same living habits, and even the sound of their calls is similar, but it is just the taste of some local dialects, I thought.

Suddenly, a faint ray of light pierced through the white mist and shone through. I put my hand on the pergola, and looked far away, and the floating mist blocked my view from time to time, and the looming scenery seemed real and illusory, but in a certain place it was clearly visible.

At this moment, it is as if you are in the sky, quietly uncovering a cloud and overlooking the beautiful scenery of the world. The world is like a handkerchief embroidered by Suzhou, with soft silk and delicate colored threads, and a beautiful scenery is intoxicated by the skillful embroidery.

Yes! The spring of the Lan River is so beautiful and charming, I will never forget it!

At this time, my eyes are no longer enough, but the beauty is still stretching and flowing endlessly.

It wasn't until the sun rose high and the ground warmed up, and the wind cleared the fog, that I found my way back. Originally, I should have walked straight along the bridge for about 200 meters, and I would reach the Erdaohe Bridge.

This Dragon Boat Festival group spring outing has become my personal tour.

Time has passed, and every year when this festival comes, my thoughts will revisit the old place several times.

For so many years, I have not encountered such a big fog on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, and I have never lost my way and encountered the beautiful scenery of the Lan River. Even if it's a little bit of fog, you deliberately get lost?

I only know about that place, and I've been there, woods, paths, water, wildflowers, and waterfowl are all there, but it's just normal.

Today's small courtyard, I estimate that it can be as large as three or four hundred square meters, in addition to planting many poached peonies, curly lilies, and many peonies that can last for more than 20 years.

The small courtyard used to have a name that was not remembered by too many people: Peony Garden.

At this time, the peony in the courtyard is budding, in fact, I am very reluctant to see the peony bloom, because the peony also has another name, called: Burning Tail Spring.

The ancients regarded it as the last cup of wine in the spring flowers, and after drinking this last cup of wine, the flowers had to wait for next year.

Of course, the peony that blooms in the capital is not something that ordinary people can grow well, it is expensive! However, this peony is very close to the people, and no matter where you are, you can always see it.

The history of peony is so long, every place has a legend about peony and a strong history of cultivation, no one will forget peony in life.

I know that the earth has changed over the years, many places have been flooded or destroyed by earthquakes, etc., but I believe that no danger can stop a seed from taking root, germinating and growing without fear of hardship, these are worth learning, and life is the same, only in hardship can we hone a strong will.

Thank you for having flowers in your life all the time, I believe that any flower, in any condition in the face of any emotion, you are releasing positive energy!

After working all day, at this moment, the light rain outside the window was fast and slow, and it was about to get off work, and it seemed that I had to go through the rain.

The more I tried to make the rain stop for a while, the rain became more and more mischievous, and it fell more and more vigorously and urgently.

I think that the rain outside the window at this time must have been affected by the large number of cars and people in the rush hour, and I also came to join in the fun, maybe the rain stopped the moment you stepped into the door with your front foot. I often catch up with this, as if that heavy rain was just to walk with you.

I like the cleanliness of the rain, and I like the elegance of the rain.

I like the flexibility of the rain, and I like the grace of the rain.

I like to walk in the rain, and I suddenly remove my umbrella and let the raindrops hit my face.

There is no warmth of the sun, and the raindrops are soaked in the face.

A thousand years of rain that has not changed, a thousand years of color that has not dimmed, nature's gift far outlasts any life.

The cuckoo asks for leave every now and then these days. It is very likely that her husband is making trouble again, and he has to run to honor his old mother-in-law.

Ay! It is said that his mother-in-law does not buy his account, and the most difficult of them is probably the cuckoo.

It's not the same as before, you cuckoo won't let me honor my mother-in-law, you don't want to go out, don't care if you go to work or not? No matter which time it was, when the cuckoo came in a hurry, his face was very ugly.

In the past, I also heard Du Juan say that his husband has an eldest son who is seventeen or eight years old, and he always urges his husband to register with Du Juan quickly and go back to Tunzi to set up a banquet. That means very humble, you can be a daddy first.

Du Juan said that she was not happy in her heart, and it was not easy to say it, so she had been so hard for several years, but it was not a way after all.

The cuckoo is very strong, and everything is not to be outdone. I have quietly observed the cuckoo, as long as she hears what other people's husbands have, what they have, they will take advantage of the fact that people are not paying attention, take out a small notebook from their small shoulder pockets, open it to see, and compare it with their husband.

This son-in-law who has no house and no car, Du Juan said that his parents would never agree to let him enter the door, and he was so entangled that he almost died. But her tendoned husband always wants to break the sand pot and ask in the end, to put it bluntly, he wants Du Juan's words: Du Juan, you are his person, is his heart his heart?

If yes, then register for it!