Swim in Huaxi Valley again

Spring girl with a light pace, fluttered to; I opened the soul of the small Xuan window, the breeze slowly, head-on, birds and flowers fragrance, a vibrant scene! Well, it's time to go for a walk. On the afternoon of March 24, I drove again to Huaxi Valley, where I had been away for half a year. After all, the scenery of spring and autumn is different, and each has its own advantages. Huaxi Valley in spring is so passionate and dazzling.

Many people came to see from afar, crowded, in small groups, taking pictures, some squatting, some sitting, and some lying down, and the laughter imbued the whole sea of flowers.

When you enter the gate and walk more than 50 meters south, you will see tulips of different colors and shapes. Some are crimson, a piece of narrow and slightly curled green leaves set off bright flowers, seen from afar, like handstand red brushes. Those fully open flowers, unrestrained, heartily spread out six petals, stamens surrounded by the pistil lazily basking in the sun, stamens on the black powder delicate lubrication, like the skin of a baby. Some are as white as small snowballs, which look like cotton in full bloom from a distance, reflecting a dazzling light. Some are golden, and the breeze is blowing like yellow butterflies dancing; broken gears appear around the petals, like young women in beggar pants. Some are pink, one by one like a group of shy girls, face flushed, smile a frown, throbbing unceasingly.

These flowers are arranged neatly, like the infantry phalanx of the National Day parade, there is a clear distinction between the different colors of flowers, one by one holding different hopes looking up at the blue sky, white clouds, hoping to get God's favor and grace. When a gust of wind blew, they waved their sleeves and sent wisps of fragrance, which attracted many affectionate little bees to stop and appreciate.

In addition, pink peach blossoms, snow-white cherry blossoms, golden rape blossoms and some unnamed flowers are blooming on both sides of the road. They you do not let me, I do not let you, one by one like a rush to open, really a hundred flowers blossom in spring, the world fairyland flower valley.

Wandering in the flower path, indulged in it, unwittingly came to the southwest corner of the pond. The water here is full of water, clear and clean, green as emerald. Two tall and vigorous 100-year-old maple poplars lie on the surface of the pond, accounting for 1/3 of the pond. They are too thick to be hugged by two adults. The dark brown rough old bark records the vicissitudes of 110 years from the end of the Qing Dynasty to today. The new green leaves of the old tree are reflected in the water under the breeze, twinkling and twinkling, like a green butterfly flying under the water, beating the rhythm of life. Peach blossoms are in full bloom on the edge of the pond, and several old hens shuttle between them. some of them concentrate on finding food, while others stop to enjoy their reflection in the water.

Not far away came the sound of a gurgling brook. I followed the sound. Several frogs croaked and approached, but they stopped and unexpectedly saw many small black commas in the shallow water. Swimming so freely, there were several cries of cuckoo and cuckoo in the distance, which seemed to tell the farmers that spring was coming and it was time to sow.

After walking a long way to the southeast, we finally came to the place where there was a stream, and the willow Yiyi on the bank brushed the bank like a girl's slender fingers. The stream poured down the steps, making a crash, surging many stacked waterfalls, below sparkling, floating light leaping gold. Last time it was autumn, and there was little water, so I didn't see such a sight. now it seems that Huaxi Valley really lives up to its name.

Unconsciously, three hours passed and the sky gradually darkened. Tourists have reluctantly walked out of the door, in the moment of looking back, when the heart collides with every plant, mountain and water here, I feel the beauty and shortness of life, is life not like this beautiful tulip? Old Fengyang has set an example for us, and it has completed 110 years of its own life with its own solid steps.