The Apricot Blossom Festival is scheduled to open on April 4, and the community has distributed activities related to the Apricot Blossom Festival. I was afraid that I wouldn't be allowed that day, so I borrowed a picture taken by apricot blossom last year and scribbled a few immature poems in advance, which was a job.

No, my friend called me this morning to invite me to Xinghua Village.

I just got up early at this time, ready to go out to work. After her lobbying, I couldn't help being moved. I was in a good mood at that time, so I left it to my husband to take care of. I took my little daughter to the bus stop designated by my friend with a big smile on her face.

Spring in a small town always bothers tourists. Walking out of the house today, the weather is particularly awesome. The sky is blue and the sun is shining. Walking on the road, the gentle wind brushed my face and the scenery was pleasant. The weather finally looks like spring, and I'm in a good mood.

Hong Guang village is only four kilometers away from the town. My daughter and I got into a friend's car. As we spoke, in less than ten minutes, the car stopped half a kilometer away from the village.

Spring comes late in the north, and spring scenery is still gathered in the solar terms, and spring scenery is rare. Generally, with the blooming of apricot flowers on the branches, you can see the surging spring scenery on the earth. At this time, the green wheat seedlings have spread a green carpet on the ground, and willows and poplars have appeared for the second time, all covered with green coats. There are apricot flowers in the ground, in front of the village and behind the house, which attract the attention of passers-by and make people stop. Some scenes related to spring are just around the corner, slowly opening up to welcome spring. With my youngest daughter, a group of seven of us walked on the way to this suburban Xinghua Village, telling jokes while walking, enjoying the charming spring scenery on this country road, and soon came to the west entrance of Xinghua Village.

Standing at the western end of the village, looking at Xinghua Village, a straight, spacious and clean road leads directly to the village center. A tree is full of flowers, beautiful and in full bloom, standing on the tree beds on both sides of the road. The red light is hanging high on the tree, and everyone is beaming. The white walls, red doors and green shutters of bungalows are particularly eye-catching, and the front of residents' houses is generally very wide.

We walked in from the west end of Hong Guang Village, followed by walking along this clean and tidy road, carefully watched the beauty of flowers and the face of the village, and took photos with POS machine.

The wind in the past few days has made this town impetuous, and people's hearts are as restless as the weather. But I didn't expect this to be the best gift from God. When I walked into Xinghua Village, I suddenly realized, as if "the petals of ten thousand pear trees are blown open at night when the spring breeze comes". Like apricot flowers and clouds, the branches are bustling, crowded and competing to bloom. The flowers are beautiful, both in form and spirit, full of rouge, occupying the spring breeze. From the west of the village to the east of the village, pink ribbons interwoven with dragons and snakes are formed, standing in the air, flying on both sides of the road, bathed in the morning sun, burning and blooming, and the roads are covered with red lanterns, which makes the whole village look beautiful, wonderful and beautiful.

I stood under an old apricot tree with ash tree in the lower half, stroking the old, knotted, vicissitudes and dark body, and a sense of vicissitudes of time and history came to me. I can't estimate their age and age, but I can feel what kind of wind, frost, rain and snow they have experienced and what kind of years they have changed. In Xinghua Village, there are many apricot trees like this. Their posture is vigorous, their crowns are big and their branches are drooping, and their apricot blossoms are more prosperous. Their rings are full of wrinkles, ups and downs, marking the crease of life and recording the ups and downs of this village. They stand here, sonorous as iron, and I can't help but respect them.

I'm glad I came early. I can't imagine how to walk side by side through this flowery and fragrant five-mile long street on the day of the Apricot Blossom Festival, how to appreciate their charming posture, how to freeze their faces in the mobile phone, and the apricot blossoms set each other off.

Nowadays, there are few tourists except some villagers in twos and threes in front of the village and cars that occasionally cross the street. This is what we like very much.

Because there are not many tourists, the village is particularly quiet and peaceful. There is no special scenery in this village except apricot trees on both sides of the road. In front of every household, the ground is spacious, there are leek gardens and some empty vegetable gardens. The soil is fresh and crisp, probably just planted and not yet unearthed. Open up more open spaces and set up stalls for the apricot blossom festival. When tourists are tired, they can sit down and enjoy rich food, drinks and wine at will. Of course, this is just my imagination at the moment. Today, there is no such excitement. We can only enjoy it after the opening day of the apricot blossom festival, which makes our daughter thirsty. We walked a long way to find a shop and bought her a cup of yogurt.

When the wind blows open the apricot blossom, it makes us so soft that we can only smell its rich fragrance, but we can't feel its existence. At the moment, it seems so quiet and gentle, hiding itself in the branches and flowers, whispering with apricot flowers. Occasionally, a few petals fall from the branches like butterflies, perhaps because of the carelessness of the wind, and the petals of Xiaoxing fall to the ground, which makes people feel pity and distressed.

We are people who live in matchboxes and are confined in reinforced concrete. The well-dressed men and women in the world of mortals in the earthly fireworks are speechless when they first come to this clean country.

Strolling through the sea of flowers, along the way, I was full of energy and surge of emotion.

I remember when I was a child, the villages in the farming era were all adobe walls, all yellow. If the family conditions were better, it would be nice to have a blue-gray wall. In the era when saving dung is saving grain, mounds or sand are piled in front of every household. Behind the house is either a pile of firewood or dung, and most of the doors are bare. It is good to have a shady poplar, but there are no flowering trees. Besides, people in those days were busy all day, and even if they did, they didn't have leisure and time to appreciate it. At that time, poplars were precious, and building houses was indispensable. Therefore, green poplars can be seen in front of houses, behind roads and canals, and in fields. This is my first impression of the village when I was a child.

Later, the living conditions improved. Flowers, pears or apple trees were planted in front of every household, and apricot orchards were built at home. The appearance of the village also changed. The white walls are covered with tiles, and the corners of the yard are covered with vines. But at this time, I have left the village and become a wanderer in my hometown, rarely going back.

Nowadays, agricultural mechanization and rural areas have undergone earth-shaking changes under the spring breeze of reform. Just like this apricot blossom village, it is refreshing. I can't believe the magic of social change. The backward and poor village in memory disappeared, and it was replaced by a modern new urbanization village that showed the rural style and made the rural people proud.

Walking between sighs, my eyes returned to apricot flowers. Staring at the extreme face of the apricot blossom on the branch, the poem of Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, fell into my heart: "The white word is not true, and the scarlet letter is not red." Please be red and white, don't look at the heavenly nature. "I am not a poet, but also learn from the elegy of the ancients:" A tree is full of apricot flowers. Everything in the world is spring and unique. "

How long is this apricot blossom street? We only care about enjoying the burning flowers on the branches, but ignore its length. Happy time is always short, from west to east, and then from east to west, we stop, take pictures, enjoy, follow the trend, stroll in this charming sea of flowers, in the ascendant, depressed, and the whole morning passed like this. Finally, we gave Xinghua Village a deep look back, an imaginary hug, planted apricot flowers in our hearts and reluctantly returned to the original road.