I don't know where my face is going, but I am smiling in Pengzu Garden

In the early spring, a look at the scenery of Peng Yuan.

Once the temperature comes up, the first to be patient is the people, looking around, will be held back a winter want to go out to play all the energy out, whether there are no flowers seem to be unimportant, the important thing is to go out to breathe the breath of spring.

And what is the breath of spring?

The same as people, early spring also has a group of flowers that can not be held down quietly testing the temperature, a few a few from, not much open, but also not considered sporadic, with these few flowers pioneer, the rest of the flowers have the bottom, the next few weeks will be very lively.

Many visitors to the garden, with cell phones and cameras in hand, have stopped at this tree to admire its beauty.

Walking around, middle-aged couples whispering about their families in front of the pavilion, the sun, which had been solemn all winter, tinged with the temperature of spring, warmly and warmly sprinkled on the trees and grass, and every single visitor.

For some reason, no one has spoken on the way, even the companionship of people, are soft eyebrows, but tightly closed lips.

This kind of unspoken quietness spread in the hearts of everyone visiting the garden, immersed in the fragrance of flowers, suddenly found standing beside them at some point, also in the same unconscious smile to the flowers, the garden can be seen everywhere, but everywhere but the sound of people, leaving only the remaining fragrance temporarily.

If the most extroverted is the flowers, then the introverted is the quietly green plants. The dark brown trunks always look different from the winter, and only when you look closely do you realize that there is a light green veil over the dark shell, and the end of the decaying branches are connected to the new buds.

The new spring is not even fragrant, and the grass buds are seen in early February. The beginning of February in the lunar calendar is really like Han Yu's poem, and there is something different between surprises.