Flowers are so dazzling
The afternoon setting sun dyes the tile amber, and the winding paths along the edge of the tea room are sparsely mottled. The white and purple magnolia flowers are in full bloom, the edges of the petals are melted by the sunlight into a translucent thin porcelain, which is rustling and swaying all over the ground when the wind passes. A branch of weeping crabapple escapes from the head of the blue brick wall at the corner. The blush-colored buds have not yet fully stretched. The stamens wrapped in gold threads are like the lips of a beauty, causing the wandering bees to crash into the shadow of the flowers.
In front of the Linshui Pavilion, Bitao ignited with scorching flames, and the overlapping scarlet clouds almost bent the branches. Luoying rode the warm wind across the stone bridge and weaved a flowing brocade on the small pond reflecting the blue sky. The sound of the white-headed eagle pecking at the petals awakened the newborn duckweed in the water lily tank, and the ripples kneaded the sunlight into fine pieces of gold foil.
The wind chimes at the corner of the tea house ring the bells of late spring, and the new leaves of wisteria sketch ink on the pink wall. The sounds of children laughing and playing could be heard in the distance. In the air is the clear fragrance of grass and trees, casually picked up a piece of begonia petal wrinkled by the spring breeze - the chaotic flowers are gradually charming the eyes, this garden full of fragrance is the silk basket that the Suzhou embroiderer accidentally knocked over, thousands of red and purple, are embroidered into the spring light of March.