Rebirth: I Like You

Spring is the season when peach blossoms bloom.

Guo Junchen and his friends even stopped playing basketball. They heard that the peach blossoms in Taohuawu were in full bloom, so they made an appointment to go to the peach forest together on the weekend.

An Shuangling and her friends had a lot of fun at the previous Cherry Blossom Festival. The cherry blossoms flying in the sky were so beautiful.

This time, I heard Guo Junchen say that they were going to Taolin on the weekend, so I asked about it.

After returning, Zuo You and An Shuangling said, "Shuangling, I heard that the ticket price for Taolin is not high, less than 50 yuan. Let's go and have a look at it this weekend."

"Sure, let's go together this weekend, how about you guys?"

"We are going there, of course,"

Zuo You and her friends discussed it and decided to go to Taolin on the weekend.

The peach blossoms in the peach forest do not have the enchanting red of the poinciana flowers, but they have a lovely pink; the peach blossoms do not have the cool temperament of the lilies, but they have the elegance of a girl; the peach blossoms do not have the specialness of the rosemary, but they are so beautiful.

When you get closer, you'll see that the peach blossoms have a special flavor. Look, the petals of the peach blossoms are small and exquisite, and there's occasionally some white in the pink. How beautiful, how poetic! Shake the branches, so many petals fall down, sprinkle on me, and emit a faint fragrance. I'm surrounded by the fragrance, and I smell it, intoxicated by this beautiful scenery.

"Little Youzi, come over here and take a look. The peach blossoms here are more beautiful. Please help me take a few more photos."

"Okay, I promise to make you look as beautiful as a fairy."

There are so many peach blossoms in so many different poses! Some are looking up at the blue sky; some are close together as if whispering; some are holding their heads high as if saying, "Look, my pink dress is so beautiful!"

A brisk and cool breeze blew, making people feel a little cool. Oh, it turned out that the colorful spring has arrived. Spring is the season when flowers bloom. When countless jade-like flowers bloom, peach blossoms also bloom.

Some have just opened two or three tender petals, some are blooming, and some are in bud. A red stamen with a tender yellow head is secretly peeking out. It attracts many bees from time to time, happily collecting nectar. Butterflies of all sizes are also dancing, dancing a gorgeous waltz.

The garden is full of colorful flowers. From a distance, it looks like a large patch of morning glow falling from the sky. The fragrance of peach blossoms is so refreshing. It penetrates your nostrils and rushes into your heart, making you breathe in deeply.

A breeze blew, and the peach blossoms were like butterflies, flapping their wings and dancing, as if waving to us, saying, "Welcome, welcome!"

Birds are singing happily on the branches, as if praising the peach blossoms, and butterflies are dancing beside the peach blossoms, as if inviting the elegant peach blossoms to dance. It is such a pleasant thing to watch the peach blossoms in such good weather.

The beautiful pink peach blossoms are so varied that it makes people dazzled. That peach blossom seems to be sleeping on the branch, this peach blossom seems to be talking to a little butterfly beside her; that peach tree and peach blossoms are like a crimson cloud; this peach tree and peach blossoms are singing "Sha, Sha, Sha..."

From a distance, the peach blossoms look like a beautiful girl wearing bright peach blossoms on her head. You can tell at a glance that this beautiful girl is dressing herself up to get married! From a closer look, the peach blossoms on the branches look like a little girl who has done something wrong, blushing with shame.

There are so many peach blossoms, each with its own posture. This one is beautiful, that one is also beautiful... Looking at them, I seem to have become a peach blossom. When the breeze blows, I dance gracefully, my pink clothes fluttering in the wind. A little bee flies over to tell me the harvest of honey.