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Chapter 164 Plum blossoms all over the hills

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    In the circle, someone reposted the photo of Meihuashan.

    Going to the eastern suburbs to see plum blossoms in spring is a long-standing habit, and it has also been a habit of Nanjing natives for hundreds of years.  In fact, when it is still the end of winter, there will be wintersweet.  Soon after, the upper forest of Meihua Mountain was completely dyed, and it was very fairy-like.

    Plum blossoms began to be planted here during the Six Dynasties. If I remember correctly, it should have been 1,800 years.  If you live for sixty years, you have to live thirty times.

    Pull away, take it back.

    The so-called mountain is only 50 meters long, and many small roads meander up along the mountain, with a pavilion on the top, Guanmeixuan.  But usually there are not many people there, most of them are looking for a tree that is in full bloom on the mountainside, and under the tree are spread picnic mats of various colors.  On the side, the adults chatted and took a nap, and the little dolls chased each other around the tree.

    Taking a nap under the flower tree is such a happy thing.  The sun is not too strong, just right, after a long time in the sun, the whole body is warm.  As soon as you open your eyes, plum blossoms full of branches hang in front of your eyes, swaying and fragrant.  I heard the intermittent words and laughter of my family members in my ears, and I thought, this is not a dream, so I can't bear to wake up casually.

    I have seen a lot of plum blossoms, and almost all the plum blossoms are well-known. I know the Biejiao Wanshui plant in Zhenshan, and I like to count forty-five petals in a shallow rose-red bowl.

    I don't want to climb up the branches and shake a shower of petals, but I just squat under the tree and wait for the wind to come. When the petals rustle and fall, I will be so happy that I can fly up.

    With petals on her hair and clothes, she returned to the picnic mat and was stuffed with chicken wings, duck neck, cucumber and edamame before she could sit still.

    The mother asked with a smile on her face, "Are the flowers pretty?"

    "Looks good!" Mouth full, ambiguous.

    "Is the food delicious?"

    "tasty!"

    "Very good," my mother was very pleased, "Don't forget to write a composition when you go back" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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