海棠花语几天前,小区门前的海棠花开了,一簇簇,挨挨挤挤,热烈奔放,娇艳妩媚,常引得行人驻足。那香气,馥郁但不甜腻,清雅柔和,犹如品一杯上好的香茗,让人流连忘返。那片海棠,摆脱了红尘的神奇与腐朽,繁花与堕落,不倾城,不自傲,不追逐,不逃避,以自己的姿势开放着。海棠花开,似乎分了三个步骤,先是嫩嫩一点红,像翡翠枝头精心涂抹的一小团胭脂; Begonia florid few days ago, the begonia flowers in front of the district, a cluster, to suffer crowded squeeze, warm and imaginative, tender and charming, often attracted pedestrians stop. That aroma, rich but not sweet, elegant and soft, like a cup of good tea, people linger. Begonia, get rid of the magical and decadent Red, flowers and decadent, not dumping, not proud, not chasing, do not escape, in their own position open. Begonia blooming, it seems that points three steps, first tender little red, like emerald branches carefully smeared a small group rouge;