In the place where the peach blossoms bloom

In the place where the peach blossoms bloom

"In the place where the peach blossoms are in full bloom..." The beautiful and sweet songs have been lingering in the ears for a long time, gazing at the exquisite MV, once again immersed in the situation, in a delusion...

I seem to be in the peach garden, leaning against a beautiful figure, just like a flower fairy under the peach tree. The pink and tender petals gracefully spread the petite petals under the breeze. I couldn't help but stretch my hands and lick a flap, put it in front of my eyes, and the faint scent of the scent was refreshing, making people feel refreshed and refreshed.

I stood up and sent the petals into the invisible arms of the wind. Standing in the middle of the flower sea, the wind ruthlessly blows the petals, and the petals slide over my face, reminding me of the dancing flower fairy. Under the encouragement of the wind, I can't help but dance, the petals that are blown off. I was blown into the air by the wind, as if I wanted to join this dance. Listen carefully, there was a silver bell-like song in the distant valley. With the accompaniment of singing, the dance became more brisk. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, dance is unpredictable with the rise and fall of music. Against the backdrop of the graceful dance, the peach blossom powder is fascinating.

"叮铃铃..." A burst of ringing bells pulled me back from my sweet sleep, my eyes were slowed down, it turned out to be a dream!

I got out of bed and rushed to wash and go to school. I can't help but stop in the People's Square, sighing: No. A peach blossom season! On the lawn, on the side of the pond, on both sides of the road, there is nothing like a peach blossom. After a night of wind and rain, the falling flowers fell on the pond, coming from a distance, looking at it, it really looked like a piece of cereal. This night, there is no weakening of the beauty of peach blossoms, or the spirit of water, tender and tender. The water drops on the petals are crystal clear and jade. You see, some of the peach blossoms are still sleeping in the flower gardens, some have already competed in the flowers, and others are in a state of ignorance, both want to sleep late and want to open. The wind blows, the peach blossoms fill the ground, and there are countless cute little dots in the green grass, harmonious and harmonious.

I was born in March and was born in the season of peach blossoms. Perhaps it is for this reason that I love peach blossoms so much. How lovely the peach blossoms, the pinkness of the pink, the glamorous brilliance, the beauty of the painting, it can be said that even the paintings can not draw such a view. Peach blossom is always reminiscent of the face of the little girl puff, the powder is just right, giving a very awkward, very fresh feeling, I can't resist the temptation of it.

In the evening, I went home and remembered the song in my ear. The pictures appeared, “In the place where the peach blossoms are...” Continue to fall into reverie and indulge in the beauty of real life...

Second day: Yu Min