Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 718 Endless Sea of ​​Flowers
The cherry blossom is the national flower of Japan.

Every spring and summer, from the southernmost island of Okinawa to the northernmost Hokkaido, the cherry blossoms bloom sequentially according to the seasons and climates, lasting for several months.

And many people who love cherry blossoms, both in Japan and abroad, also follow this route from south to north, calling it "Sakura no Journey", and a large amount of cherry blossom culture was born from this.

In fact, in terms of the absolute number of plantings, the number of cherry blossoms in China may not be less than that in Japan.

China has no national flower.

Cherry blossoms cannot be, no matter how many there are, the cultural symbols do not match at all.

So, what fits?

The answer is no.

No flower can completely and completely interpret the image and temperament of such a great country.

China is worth mentioning.

China is worth mentioning.

It doesn't matter, she doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

It's all too complicated.

From thousands of years ago to the present.

People who are familiar with history, or even elementary and middle school students, often come across such a sentence pattern when studying history: "XX years BC..."

A lot of people are used to it.

But in fact, the "big history" is in it.

AD is not the point.

The focus is on BC.

The king of Qin destroyed the six kingdoms and came to the world, and the imperial edict was called "the first emperor". That year was "221 BC". ——

This sentence means that before the birth of the Era, more than 200 years ago, we already had a unified political empire, and before that, we experienced a cultural explosion earlier, which was a world-opening A feast of civilization.

then.

All the way for thousands of years.

How many unifications, how many collapses, how many prosperous times, how many losses.

Once stood at the pinnacle, proud of the world with a smile, and dominated the top of the world; also experienced the darkest, the country fell, the civilization was decadent, and the lifeline of the people was tied to the enemy's horseshoes and guns.

We laughed.

We cried too.

We've had it.

We have also been frustrated and disappointed to the point of despair.

We have experienced what others have experienced; we have experienced what others have not experienced; we have experienced what others have experienced, are experiencing, and will experience in the past, present, and future.

We've all been through it all.

And all those experiences have been precipitated in thousands of years, and turned into "24 History" and "Hundred Schools of Philosophy".

It turned into "Ode to Peony".

It turned into "Ai Lian Shuo".

Turned into "Bamboo and Stone Picture".

It turned into "Praise of Poplar".

……

Is there any single flower that can represent such an experience?

No.

Even composite ones are difficult.

Therefore, China has no national flower.

Then, many people, in terms of appreciation, love all "beauty".

At this moment, Ji Yan, Zhao Lan, and Qian Xiaoqin watched the cherry blossoms like rain for a while under the luxuriant cherry trees, and took turns to take pictures frantically. Then, they moved to the next side under a large pear tree .

The pear blossoms are blooming, as white as jade.

The pink and white of cherry blossoms is beautiful, and the white of pear blossoms is also beautiful. The former is colorful and the latter is gentle.

Even the photos showed some differences.

When they were under the cherry blossom tree, the three girls ran and laughed, crazy, but when they were under the pear blossom tree, they took more photos of very quiet ladies.

Zhao Lan even said that tomorrow she will change into a white dress and come here to take pictures again.

Cherry blossoms are light in taste, and there is no trace of them.

Pear blossoms are fragrant, but they are not famous for their taste.

At this moment, the three of them were unconsciously sniffing under the pear tree among the pear bushes, but they smelled a strong and intoxicating fragrance.

"What kind of incense is this?" Ji Yan's nose sniffed intently.

"Not here." Qian Xiaoqin said, "I am very familiar with this smell, I have definitely smelled it! Wait, I think about it, I will definitely remember it!"

However, after thinking about it for a long time, she didn't remember it either.

Qian Xiaoqin stomped her feet anxiously.

A lot of human voices in the distance helped them determine the direction. The three of them pedaled and stepped on it. After about seven or eight minutes, they saw a piece of purple in front of them.

When I got closer, I realized that it was a sea of ​​purple flowers.

Countless tourists like them are wandering in and out of this boundless sea of ​​flowers.

Not only tourists, but also a large number of butterflies and bees.

Especially butterflies.

The flowers are large flowers, purple and white, like grapes, hanging in clusters.

One meter high can be touched by hand, some two meters high hang over the head, three meters four meters or even more than ten meters high, stretching to form "Flower Mountain" and "Flower Sea", and this area, I don't know how many acres it is , or tens of acres, or more.

A large number of butterflies are interspersed in these mountains and seas of flowers. Under the bright sun, the scene is dreamlike.

When they came to the front and merged themselves into the sea of ​​flowers, Ji Yan and the three were completely speechless, there was no praise or beauty, only fascinated and completely intoxicated.

So beautiful!
So delicious!
They are like many tourists, with their faces up and their eyes closed.

Then, take a deep breath.

Exhale deeply, inhale deeply, and repeat back and forth, as if to open up the whole body.

After a long time, Qian Xiaoqin said, still fascinated: "Wisteria flowers! I never knew that wisteria flowers can be so beautiful! They can also be so fragrant!"

Then there is the photoshoot.

Take pictures like crazy.

This time, it was really crazy!

They took pictures of themselves, each other, flowers, various flower stands, butterflies, dynamic and static.

Keep patting.

It's like a mobile phone with unlimited power and unlimited capacity.

The car has been driving in this sea of ​​purple and white flowers, it seems endless, but above the interest, none of the three of Ji Yan feel tired, and then, it is the factor of time that makes them barely wake up from the ecstasy, and according to the Using the mobile phone map, I adjusted the direction of the car.

However, pedaling and pedaling, I unconsciously stepped into another sea of ​​flowers.

It is still a strong fragrance, which can be smelled from afar.

But this time it was not intoxicating, but refreshing.

Even if it is not intentional to take a deep breath, it will naturally refresh the heart.

I can't tell whether it is a fragrance, a warm fragrance, or a sweet fragrance.

"Sophora japonica! I like sophora japonica honey the most!" Zhao Lan yelled, "Hey, Yanzi, Qinzi, do you think there is sophora japonica honey here?"

Zhao Lan's grandmother and grandfather were beekeepers.

When she was a child, she had innumerable honeys, and the most of those honeys were miscellaneous flowers, and the only pure and unblemished honey was acacia flower honey.

That was also Zhao Lan's childhood memory.

But that was a long time ago. Zhao Lan's grandparents passed away one after another, almost ten or twenty years ago.

During this period, it's not that Zhao Lan never drank honey again, but that she never drank the honey in her memory.Especially in recent years, not to mention the processed honey sold in the supermarket, there is a lot of raw honey, and it is said to be Sophora japonica honey, Zhao Lan didn't drink the taste in memory.

I don't know if her memory is wrong, the childhood taste has been promoted to be beautiful, or the current honey, it really doesn't work.

But at this time, I came under another boundless pagoda tree, walked through this sea of ​​white flowers, smelled the extremely familiar smell, and felt the fragrance that penetrated the heart.

Deeply hidden memories resurfaced.

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