"Only go out of the front door and look at the wild fields, the moon is bright and the flowers are like snow." This is the buckwheat flower blooming in the poem of Bai Juyi.
In the early morning of early autumn, I came to the sea of buckwheat flowers in Daqiao Town.
Standing on the "shore", the small and exquisite flowering buckwheat is even more beautiful than the rice swaying in the autumn wind. The clusters of swaying buckwheat flowers seemed to be covered with rouge, and the dressed girl was dancing gracefully, looking around, and the leaves and flowers were filled with the style of autumn.
The breeze blows by, and the flowers are rolling.
Walking into the sea of buckwheat flowers, you can't help but sigh that on the slender stems, there are branches of small flowers, some are pure red, some are snow-white, some are bright pink, and some are lilac. The colorful colors of
suddenly make it impossible to clearly distinguish the true color of the flowers. Is it the bright pink and lilac playing, or the red and white overlapping, forming a dream-like sea of flowers in layers.
is in a daze, dewdrops wet the legs of the pants. Looking down, a bee is buzzing, stepping on the swinging petals with its thin feet, sucking the flower juice gracefully, and savoring the "nion jade dew".
"Ah, this location is good, there are many flowers." "Here help me take a picture here"... Some people who love beauty have dressed up carefully and come in groups, laughter rippling in this sea of flowers...
Flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year.
Another year is buckwheat flowers bloom. Every year, this sea of flowers decorates the countryside and fields, writing about the purest joy of autumn!
Author: Media reporter Gao Fanding Xu Feng Congxin
Editor: Qin Feng
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