Fulla crabapple

In late spring, the crabapples in Mianyang's Fule Hall bloom as expected, as if falling into a poetic dream. Several crabapple trees lean against the ancient wall, and the branches are covered with layers of pink clouds. Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, once praised "The weeping crabapple has a unique scenery, who said that it is completely inferior to the Sichuan crabapple". The slender flower stalks are like purple silk threads, pulling the delicate flowers, gently swaying in the wind, like a lazy beauty waking up for the first time, "The weeping crabapple can't hold itself, and it is even more forbidden to be exposed to the sun and wind". The five petals stretch like butterfly wings, gradually dyeing from dark red to light pink, just like the watercolor smudged by the painter. The sunlight penetrates the flower gaps and casts mottled flower shadows on the vermilion corridor pillars, dancing with the falling petals, as if it is a poetic picture of "the goddess cuts the brocade and ties the red silk, like sleeping but not awake, sleepy and unable to support".