The general office is looking for flowers alone, and writes a beautiful short essay of 400 words

One day, the weather was clear and sunny. Early in the morning, Du Fu got up. Today, the great poet Du Fu was in a particularly good mood, and suddenly, he had an idea:

People say that the flowers of Huang Siniang's house are blooming luxuriantly, and I have to go and see it today. So he walked alone, while walking by the river, and happily walked towards Huang Siniang's house.

When he arrived at Huang Siniang's house, he secretly admired in his heart: There are so many flowers! It can really be said that this is a world of flowers, a sea of flowers. The path next to it was covered by this dense flower. The colorful flowers are particularly beautiful, the white ones are like snow, the red ones are like Kasumi, and the yellow ones are like golden ......

The flowers are as big as the mouth of a bowl, bending the branches, and the small flowers are like beans, and they are budding.

When the breeze blows, the fragrance of flowers comes to your nose. Among the flowers, butterflies are dancing and do not want to leave for a long time.

The beautiful, beautiful little yellow warblers are singing a pleasant song on the branches, and they are still jumping happily on the branches.

Du Fu saw this beautiful scene, muttered to himself, and couldn't help but say: "The flowers of Huang Siniang's family really live up to their reputation, they are really beautiful." ”

So he immediately wrote the poem "Looking for Flowers by the Riverside":

Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches.

The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying.

One day in March, the poet Du Fu was strolling by the river, so uncomfortable. Suddenly, he smelled a faint fragrance that tempted him to walk forward. In a moment, Du Fu was in front of a simple cottage in the countryside, which reminded the poet Du Fu of the blossoming flowers on the path, and he guessed that the owner of this cottage must be a lover of flowers.

After a while, a woman from a mountain village came out of the house, and saw her carrying a wooden barrel and wearing a coarse cloth robe, and when he saw the poet Du Fu standing in front of his hut, he smiled and invited Du Fu to sit down and talked with the poet. From the chat, Du Fu learned that this middle-aged woman's name was Huang Siniang, who was a flower lover, and there were countless flowers in the house. Du Fu then stayed in Italy and went to the hut surrounded by flowers, all kinds of flowers competing in the sun, competing to bloom.

The flowers pressed the branches like bows, and a breeze blew, and the branches swayed, sending wisps of fragrance from time to time. There are a few butterflies that are constantly circling and dancing on the flowers. As if to say:

Look, our poet Du Fu is here, let's enjoy the flowers together! Du Fu was seeing the gods, at this time there was a crisp sound of "Cha Cha" in his ears, and when he looked up, he saw that several beautiful and lovely yellow warblers were chirping on the branches, as if singing a beautiful spring hymn.

Spring is coming, and a hundred flowers are blooming. The great poet Du Fu heard that there was a person named Huang Siniang by the riverside, and there were all kinds of plants in her garden. So, Du Fu decided to go to the riverside to enjoy the flowers.

When Du Fu came to the riverside, he saw that the river was rolling and flowing. The spring breeze is blowing, blowing warm on the face, and a strong spring breath is sprinkled on the riverside. But with the green grass on the riverbank and only a few scattered wildflowers, how can there be a garden of Huang Siniang's house?

Du Fu couldn't help but feel a little lost. At this time, a gust of wind passed, Du Fu smelled it, the wind was mixed with a rich fragrance of flowers, I don't know what kind of flowers, it should be many flowers gathered together! Du Fu was intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers, this fragrance swept away the loss just now, and Du Fu was completely immersed in the fragrance of flowers.

The wind stopped, and Du Fu came to his senses. "The fragrance of flowers just now is so charming, is that the big garden of Huang Siniang's house over there? Thinking of this, Du Fu immediately perked up, and he walked along the fragrance of flowers.

I don't know how far I walked, Du Fu came to a long path. The surrounding scenery is not very empty, and the path is full of colorful flowers, like a sea of flowers: yellow azaleas, purple lilacs, white pear blossoms, pink peach blossoms, ......As far as the eye can see, red, white, purple, and yellow, like a colorful picture, beautiful and charming.

Along the winding path, a unique garden unfolded in front of Du Fu's eyes, and he suppressed the excitement in his heart and looked at the garden walls. The design of this wall is really ingenious: the wall is covered with dense branches, and the branches are full of yellow spring flowers, layer by layer, and the wall is surrounded by yellow, and it is impossible to see what color it is.

The eaves are also peculiar: green creepers are entwined, and the eaves are tightly wrapped. Like the fence, the eaves are occupied by greenery.

The green eaves and yellow walls have a unique atmosphere.

With curiosity, Du Fu pushed open the door. There was silence in the courtyard, and no one seemed to be there. Instead, a flock of flowers and butterflies of all kinds greets guests from afar.

They surrounded Du Fu, like happy elves, like Du Fu to say hello. The flowers inside the house are more beautiful than the ones outside, and lo and behold, the shelves full of wisteria are pouring down like a waterfall. A large field of wisteria flowers fluttered in the breeze, like rolling waves.

The yard is very large, there is a big lake in the middle, and there is a pavilion in the lake. When Du Fu came to the pavilion, he saw a row of verdant trees by the lake, which were sprouted willow trees. There were also many, many flowers, one by one, and the branches could not bear the weight of the flowers, and they fell down.

Bees and butterflies flutter among the flowers. Colorful butterflies dance gracefully, as if praising the incomparably bright spring light.

Du Fu walked through the entire garden, and it was almost noon. Huang Ying sang a happy song and urged Du Fu to go back. But Du Fu lingered in the garden. He immersed himself in the sea of flowers in the garden, and ......reveled in the infinitely beautiful spring light