Yin red despises peaches and plums, and smiles at pear blossoms.

After a night of spring rain. A tree spring breeze apricot blossom smile, when the spring is strong, apricot blossoms. The clusters of flowers exude a faint fragrance. At first, it is like rouge and red, and the flowers are delicate and beautiful. As the petals stretch, the color blooms and fades, until when the petals fall, they are as white as snowflakes. Every time I think of the colorful petals falling like snowflakes under the apricot blossom tree, it is really beautiful, and people are intoxicated by it.

When Bai Juyi lived in Hangzhou, he didn't know how many times he had drunk with plum blossoms on the lonely mountain. He once wrote affectionately: I have been bored in Yuhang for three years, and I have drunk a few times with plum blossoms. The edge of Wuxiang Temple is like snow, and the lonely mountain garden is as beautiful as makeup. I think that when he put pen to paper, he and Lu You's mood were in line with each other. One is sullen and can't say how many times he got drunk with plum blossoms, and the other is depressed and drunk directly under the plum tree. Maybe they all want to meet Meixian between being half drunk and half awake. Perhaps, everyone has a confidant, no one to confide in, only plum blossoms. Where do you wake up tonight? Look for me under the plum tree. The reason why I thought of their thousand-time hangover with plum blossoms was because when I was a child, I used to sleep under a tree while admiring a tree of apricot blossoms. Though he did not drink alcohol, he was better than drunk. When I woke up, I couldn't write anything with a clumsy pen in my hand.

At this moment, scattered memories fall like petals.

I once found an apricot sapling more than half a meter tall on the side of a small road that I passed every day when I was in elementary school. Because I was worried that it would be eaten by goats and horses grazing on the side of the road before it grew up, I dug it up and planted it in front of the small yard, hoping that it would grow up quickly. A few years later, when I was just in junior high school, the branches were full of apricot blossoms in the spring, which was very beautiful. After flowering in the first two years, no fruit was found, and in the third year it produced a few fruits. Apricot blossoms knot after deep spring. Apricots can be eaten in May, and apricots are one of the first fruits to hit the market. Unlike other apricot trees, this apricot tree has always had green fruits, and there are only a few fruits, but they are not much larger than the eggs laid by the old hen of the family. There is also an old apricot tree in the southwest corner of my yard, and the fruit it bears every year is the size of a Kyoho grape, but it is so dense that it is too much to be too much, and it almost crushes the branches just by looking at it. There are so many apricot trees I've seen, but none of them bear more fruit than this one. When it is ripe, the orange-yellow fruit falls all over the ground, and it is impossible to eat it.

Until the fruit of the old apricot tree had fallen and all the fruit of the apricot tree was almost ripe, the fruit of the apricot tree I planted was still green and hung on the high branches, and it looked like a small apple from a distance. Mother said that this tree looks very special, and I am afraid that it is a rare species. Even if it's ripe, don't take it lightly, where is the medicine! I was dumbfounded as I looked at the fruits.

It wasn't until after a torrential rain at the end of June that I went out to help my mother pluck shallots from the garden, and ran to a sauce jar under the apricot tree to scoop the sauce. Suddenly, I found that two of the fruits of the apricot tree had fallen to the ground, and I picked one up and put it in the palm of my hand, the color was only not as green as before, and it was slightly white. When you pinch it, it is soft and soft, just like a frozen persimmon that has been relieved by water in winter. Is it ripe? Because most apricots are apricot or orange-red when they are ripe. I felt weird. My mother came out to ask for shallots, and I hurried up to meet them and handed them to her, I was afraid that my mother would see that I had fruit in my hand behind my back, and she would definitely throw it in a place where I could not find it, and would never let me eat it. Maybe it was because my hand behind my back was clenched hard, and when I opened my palm, I found that the apricot had cracked a slit. A hint of sweetness came over me, and I felt like I was going to drool. I quietly crouched under the apricot tree and thought, "Let's take a bite, let's take a bite." If it's not delicious, I'll vomit it, I thought at the time. The apricots in your mouth are very soft, very sweet, fragrant and delicious. Before I knew it, I had eaten both of the fruits that had fallen from the ground. As if he hadn't eaten enough, he began to shake the branches again. Two more fruits fell, and I ate one. I thought to myself, I'll have to leave one for Nizi and one for my sister. Then he took out the handkerchief in his pocket and wrapped one, picked up a few red bricks next to the small courtyard, set up a stool, sat under the apricot tree, waited for another one to fall, and waited for the rabbit to get up. The long beam of the sunset felt so hot that before I knew it, I was leaning against the trunk of a tree and falling asleep.

After being woken up by my mother, Bara, I found myself sleeping in a pit in the house. My mother asked me how long I had been asleep, do you know? I said I just fell asleep, and the dream is not over yet, what are you doing with me? I was going to continue my dream, and I turned my back to my mother, trying to continue my dream. Mother said, like last time, you didn't eat dinner, slept until dawn, and were late for school later.

Oh my God, it's all dawn. I rubbed my eyes, woke myself up, and lifted the quilt all of a sudden, it turned out that I hadn't taken off my clothes last night, grabbed my school bag and rushed out the door. Mother shouted in the house, hurry, hurry, what are you in a hurry, you are going after eating!

I trotted all the way to school, but fortunately I wasn't late. Being late is a class point deduction, and I can't do that. Unless absolutely necessary, I come early every day. Sit and watch the late classmates being criticized. In fact, just like when I observed pedestrians running red lights in the future, the students who were late were always the same wave of people, and no matter whether they lived far or near, whether it was snowing or raining, even if they lived next door to the classroom, they would still be as late as ever. At that time, my family had to walk almost an hour to school every morning. The first thing I did when I got home from school was to go straight under the almond tree. Oh, two more fell off, I wiped them with a handkerchief and wrapped them. Looking up at the tree, I counted, and there were two more. I put my bag down, said hello to my mother, and sat down on the bricks again to wait for the rabbit to get up. I thought, I can't be asleep today, I'm sure I'll be exposed when I'm asleep. If my mother found out that I had eaten it, she was not to beat me up with a broom and throw it up. I sat for a while, feeling a little thirsty. Suddenly I remembered the fruit I wrapped up yesterday? I always had two handkerchiefs in my pocket. After looking for a long time, I found it under the bricks. The fruit became softer, and I ate it as if I were devouring a date. While eating, I remembered yesterday's dream. This dream is the same as the last time the apricot blossoms bloomed, I also sat here to admire the flowers, admired, admired, and fell asleep leaning on the trunk of the tree. My mother noticed that it was raining lightly outside, and looked for me everywhere, and later found me asleep under the tree. Woke me up Bala, and when he woke me up, I was drenched in the rain. At this point, the sun is about to set. Mosquitoes buzzed in the small garden. I was afraid that my mother would find out that there was little fruit, and she would pick it and throw it away. After thinking about it for a while, it is better to take them off now. I brought a wooden ladder and stepped on it to pluck the two fruits.

After a symbolic dip for dinner, my mother asked me why I didn't eat well. I said perfunctorily that I had a lot of homework, so I hurriedly opened my schoolbag and went to write my homework. Quietly gave Nizi a fruit, and she was not only too scared to eat it, but also told my mother about it, which made me angry enough. The buttocks were severely pumped by the broom pimple in his mother's hand, and at this moment, he didn't dare to sit on the edge of the kang.

Two days later, I quietly gave my sister one of the hidden fruits. She was like Nizi, and she didn't dare to eat the strange fruit in front of her. But she didn't tell my mom because she watched me get beaten that day. A wax head illuminates the dark night, my sister's eyes widen and drool as she watches me eating fruit alone, her timidity is pitiful, and the feeling of being nervous and scared and wanting to eat is really unforgettable for my life.

A little over a week later on the weekend. While I was helping my mother to make chicken food, I listened to my mother say that after dinner, she should mark all the pots and chairs and move them to the shed next door, because the next one is the day when her son will marry. At that time, there was a big and small affair in someone's family, and the whole village came out of the hole together, and the flowing water mat was particularly lively. I can't eat all three days and three nights. Even the stupid dogs in the whole village called their relatives from the neighboring villages, and wandered around the door of the errand house together, rubbing a bone to eat anytime and anywhere. In the evening, my mother sat on the kang and knitted woolen pants, and asked me, who was sitting next to her, what dreams I had under the tree that day, and told her about it. What a strange dream! Although the dream has passed, when I close my eyes, I am still wandering in the dream.

It is said that there are thoughts during the day and dreams at night. I think that dreams give people more of a reverie. In the silent night, dreams lead us to enjoy the magnificent scene, how wonderful it is!

Not to stop for a while, but to blend in, I have been guarding the apricot blossoms of this tree.

For the first time, a long beam of light from dusk warmed his face, and the breeze gently blew his face. I write my intoxication with falling flowers on the wind, and it will hover under the sky with the news. Sitting on the bricks under the apricot blossom tree, gazing at the moment when the apricot blossoms are falling. One, two, three became five, five fell in a clump, and before I knew it, I fell asleep leaning on the trunk of the tree.

A hazy wisp in the dream, I think I am disturbing the soul of the falling flower. Follow the falling flowers all the way, and the falling flowers' posture is so light. For a moment, I seemed to be dancing with the falling flowers, and I felt novel. Walking to an ethereal depth, the falling flowers quietly retreated. What is shown in front of me is a brocade slowly opened like a curtain, and the magnificence of the brocade is difficult for me to write. I only remember that there are hundreds of thousands of colorful and colorful flowers in full bloom, purple and red, competing for beauty, blooming and dewning, and splendid piles of splendor. There are peacocks with colorful and bold down and green feathers. There are white cranes with "red-crowned white and frosty feathers that do not stain mud", as well as parrots with "white colors and snowcoats, red feathers and green words". I can only say that the splendid silk woven by mankind is less than one-ten-thousandth of its magnificence, in terms of color and flowers. Just as I was fascinated and fascinated, the brocade rolled up high. Suddenly, the scene of Mandrahua on a rainy day, and the sky began to rain with flowers. One, two, one, two, one, two, I was first intoxicated, then opened my mouth and then the flower rain began to eat the flowers, eating and eating, I actually flew.

Then, I was pulled up by my mother, I rubbed my eyes, drove away my sleepiness, and went to school without breakfast. After hearing my dream, my mother smiled and said, "It's a good dream!" Think more, continue this dream, and want to see that brocade again! I've had this dream twice, and it's almost the same. I think it must be the falling flowers that dress up my dreams, the brocade that is high on the top and slowly unfolding in front of my eyes, is more like a book spread out in front of me, follow it step by step, step by step, in order to weave a magnificent and colorful brocade of life!