Even if the winter enters into my district, do not praise it as a green, never-ending, winter, which is raised by a melancholy herb tree, giving it a sense of spring。
20 years ago. In the garden with the students, the amount of herbium in the background is small and the canopy is far from covered. It is said that every bowl of coarse vanilla has been bought from the mountains to settle in my district, which is so much more than i can count。
Now, in the garden, the vanilla scattered around the lawn, the "trees are covered" like a giant umbrella with green beauty. There are two lanes in the neighborhood, each with a scavenger. One of them, more than 20 herbs, like guards on both sides, have risen to six floors, and the branches of the great bank have been held together, setting up an arch shed for the trail, summering and walking beneath it, and the heat is not known。
When i am busy at home, i often walk out of my house with a small umbrella, walk around the roundabout, walk in this little forest for a while, take a walk, eat, think, and go back to sleep in green。
In the 1970s, my cousin of nanjing passed through shanghai. The most unbearable thing he could not bear was that there was less green in shanghai, and that my house was filled with a large stone store door, without a weed, and even less so that nanjing's walkways covered the sky. He used to lament: "why do the shanghaiers who know so much about life, not know how to plant trees?" the trees, the greens, became the plague of our cousins against shanghai, and the trees became the hope of our day。
Once upon a time, shanghai unwittingly had a flower jar by the street, a green tree by the road and a green district. This green tree has a vanilla; it grows fast, and its seasons are often green, making it the first choice of the city. Even though today's shanghai zone tree is already colourful, it sings the main melody. My cousin knows shanghai promised to go home 50 paces to be green
It was a coincidence that we chose this district that day, when the bus was passing through the north road of mid-mountain, looking out through the window, a green, adult scavenger forest in front of a construction site, a white troupe in the woods, with new coloured seats under the tree, with beautiful little ornaments. Smart housekeeper, let the van hold your eyes and give you an infinite imagination. It's still full of purple reds
It's been a long time with the spleen tree, and it's familiar with its spleen. I look forward to april and may. In april, it began to take off its old clothes for new leaves, but only to see the yellow leaves falling in the wind from time to time, which were sporadic, without prejudice to the larger picture, and the whole vanilla was always thick in a tree green. I used to think, why doesn't it fall with all the leaves in the late autumn? The question was brought into my dream, and the van said, would you have seen it in winter? Don't forget, my name is changqing
The fragrance changed the leaves, and the month went by, and a small piece of small yellow grain of rice was grown between thick leaves, which was its flower. In the month of may, the rice grains of the platinum send the fragrance, which is light, small, lasting and beneath the tree, and you'll be on your feet looking, sniffing and smelling
The scavengers are like naughty children, occasionally making a prank, throwing black and blue fruit down, smashing your clothes and parking your bmw under a tree. And the people laughed with tolerance: "o you bad little bitch!"
There are also times when the scavengers are sick: the leaves gradually turn from deep green to light green, and then turn into yellow, and the scavenging of the scavengers, especially in the case of a green type, is as ugly as human albinism. It's good that the gardener has a way of putting a vial on the trunk of the sick tree, filled with medicine, just like the patient's infusion. After a long time of absorption, the sick tree is re-emerging
Every time i stand on the balcony looking at seven concrete forest-like buildings, there's a fragrance of green sea, and the wind blows and the waves of green waves, and i feel alive and green and should no longer be troubled。
