Blooming camellia

This morning, the north wind that whizzed, like a sword, was frozen and straightened. I just woke up and dragged my tired body to the balcony to warm up. I saw that the flowers in the courtyard were weak. The curled up at the edge of the flower pot, not sleeping well, generally languidly head down, it looks desolate.

But when my disappointing gaze shot into the window, I was surprised and happy to find that the pot of the inconspicuous camellia was just looking up, the squid and the cold wind and the cold wind. I saw it on the body of the flower-filled body. From beginning to end, each arm-like branch is covered with overlapping flowers, which are adorned with delicate flowers and rarely seen in the cold winter. It looks like "thousands of flowers." Wanduo is low!"

Closer to see, under the thick floral fragrance, its red color is neither the old red of the plum blossoms that is not afraid of the cold, nor the kind of red that is the rose of the rose, but a red that is full of flourishing and full of youth. The red is beautiful, the red is noble, the red is very holy. And its flowers are more unusual, unlike the thin one, two, three layers of other flowers, monotonous and not eye-catching, anti-thousands and thousands of different In the face of the group army, it shows a kind of vitality, not afraid of the cold, and warmer the winter.