Looking back on April, every tree is blooming!

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Looking back at April, the clear spring breeze blew over the lake in my heart, making ripples fade. The spring light is like holding it in your hand, full of fragrance. The breeze, birdsong, light and shadow, and subtle fragrance outside the window invite me to enter the deep sleep. I really wanted to be a hermit in the mountains, forests and fields, but I was fettered by worldly things, so I enjoyed myself among the flowers blooming and falling, which was considered as living up to the most beautiful April day in the world.

The small garden in the dim light of the morning is as soft as the leaves. I have to step lightly for fear of disturbing the flowers' dreams.

Coffee is a necessity in my life. Let’s have a cup of coffee first. Appreciate flowers, photograph flowers and write about flowers. Back in the days when Nestlé Instant in glass bottles was given as gift boxes, I fell in love with the taste of coffee, but my addiction to coffee only happened in the past few years. I like coffee but not tea, just like some people like Sichuan food and others like Cantonese food, but their taste preferences are different.

On this spring afternoon, the flowers did not speak, like real flowers. The yoga master stretches every section of his body comfortably, from the calyx, petals to every stamen, in full bloom.

The stems are as tough as iron and the flowers bloom like lotus. There is the legendary and epic Josephine, there is the fairy tale-like Little Mermaid in the deep sea, and there is a moveable feast of ducks and beer...

Magic purple, the moon in the water, the mirror, the flower finally disappears, won, the fleeting years linger in the drunken purple dream.

Their lives are short and fragile, and some are only beautiful for a moment.

Time slows down when we look at a flower. Maybe this can make us grow older slower.

Japanese photographer Yamamoto Shonan said: "I live, every day. Feeling all the details and triviality, and trying to put them in a position of appreciation. Maybe this is the aesthetics of my life."

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Actually, I not only like clematis and hydrangea, but also Xiaoling, small hibiscus, and alum root , windmill jasmine, chrysanthemum, thousand leaves... Together they complete the shape of the small garden and the completeness of the seasons.

Life is too precious, no matter how you live it, it feels like a waste. I don’t want to spend all my energy on taking care of the flowers with my back to the sky and the earth. Spend more time in the garden reading, writing, painting, and talking with friends.

So, those flowers that are afraid of cold and heat, flowers that need to be moved around, and flowers that require frequent pesticides and insecticides are not attractive to me.

The gardening attitude I admire is not about planting too much. Precious flowers are about the state of mind with which you plant flowers, and the state of mind with which you harvest the flowers in the garden.

The gardening aesthetic that I appreciate is not the abundance of flowers planted, but the combination of pots and utensils, and the style and color of the garden.

Some people say that the essence of art is conflict. It creates problems in life but never solves them.

This is a garden story belonging to flower lover "Tangtang".

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