Cen Shen, a frontier poet of the Tang Dynasty, compared the flying snow to pear blossoms in "Song of White Snow to Send Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital": "The north wind blows the white grass on the ground and breaks, and the sky is full of snow in August. Suddenly it is like a night. When the spring breeze comes, thousands of pear trees bloom."

Whenever I recite this popular poem that has been passed down to this day, I always have a feeling in my heart that I must see and appreciate the true "thousands of pear trees in bloom" scene in this life. idea. One spring afternoon, at the invitation of a friend, my wish finally came true.

That day, just after lunch, four of us drove to the Pear Garden in Paixianbaibaza Township, eight or nine kilometers away from Xinhe County. As we approached the pear garden, bursts of fragrance of pear blossoms and the soft and warm spring breeze blew in our faces through the open car windows, lifting everyone's spirits. Before I could park the car, they all jumped out of the car and ran towards the pear garden.

Walking into the Liyuan, everyone was stunned by the vast and spectacular scenery of the Liyuan. Haha, we seem to have come to a sea of ??flowers, a sea of ??snow, and a sea of ??jade. Under the sun, clusters and clusters of snow-white pear blossoms stand shoulder to shoulder, smiling happily, as if they are warmly welcoming and waiting for the arrival of us uninvited guests.

A breeze blew by, and the flowers trembled slightly. Wanru, the passionate girl, danced gracefully with the gentle swing of the white and elegant skirt. Those leaves that have just bloomed a little green, like a young man who is new to the world, shyly poked his little head out of the snow-white pear blossoms to look around, which is very naive.

I couldn't help but move forward and carefully observe the rows and rows of pear blossoms, like a sea of ??flowers. This crowded pear tree is crowded with piles of pure white pear blossoms, like the heavy snow in the sky, covering the branches, and like the moist and silky mutton-fat jade, spread all over this endless landscape. On an outdoor rack. However, this pear blossom, as white as snow and as pure as jade, is more vibrant than snow and more spiritual than jade. It is not only pure and flawless white, but also beautiful but not delicate, showy but not flattering, gorgeous but not vulgar. It also has a light fragrance and natural beauty that snow and jade cannot have.

Walking into the depths of the pear orchard, we seemed to be wandering in a sea of ??pear blossoms, unable to distinguish between north, south, and east. I put a finger on my lips to signal everyone to step softer, and softer, so as not to disturb the singing and dancing pear blossoms, and to prevent the already shy young leaves from becoming even more shy and shy. , in order to be closer to the pear tree. Because I understand that I have long been enchanted by the fragrance, whiteness and elegance of pear blossoms. I was completely and completely intoxicated. Can you not be intoxicated? The blossoms and clusters of pear blossoms that are as white as snow, pure as jade, and silvery are jumping and dancing in the spring breeze, just like the sparkling snow waves, refreshing the heart and mind one after another. The subtle fragrance pushed towards me, saturating my senses and smelting my sense of smell. It had already made me unable to control myself, and it had already made me unable to help myself. It is undeniable that I have fallen deeply in love with this tree, clusters, and clusters of flawless white pear blossoms.

"Look, butterfly, colorful butterfly." Just as I was immersed in great joy and excitement and closed my eyes to enjoy this rare fragrance, elegance and tranquility, a cheer suddenly made my blood boil again. . Looking in the direction where my friend was dancing and jumping, I was surprised to find groups of colorful butterflies flying around in the light blue stamens of the pear flowers. They fell on this flower for a while, then landed on another flower, rested on the petals for a while, and plunged into the stamens for a while, and kept flapping their colorful wings. It seems to be showing off its light and flexible figure and beautiful and colorful clothes, and it seems to be saying hello to the uninvited guests like us who are traveling with it. I was watching intently, when a huge butterfly suddenly fluttered its wings and flew away gracefully from in front of me. Then one, two, and all the butterflies followed the big butterfly in front and flew silently into the distance. Fly away. My eyes followed the direction of the butterfly's flight curiously and looked into the distance.

A miracle happened. In the distance that could not be seen at the end, the top of the pear tree was filled with a vague and vague mist. Under the rays of the setting sun, a colorful and hazy "mirage"-like picture appears, which looks particularly enchanting and charming against the backdrop of the green and lush carpet-like wheat seedlings.

I think this is the palace that the Pear Blossom Fairy brought with her when she traveled to the world. Perhaps, because the Pear Blossom Fairy could not bear the loneliness and monotony of the Heavenly Palace, she brought her magnificent palace with her to the pear garden here. Only then did we get a glimpse of the wonderful scenery in the pear garden, which is like a "mirage". How lucky and excited we must be! During this trip to the pear orchard, we not only saw the grander and grander pear orchard scene than "thousands of pear trees in bloom", but we also unexpectedly saw the unique "mirage" in the pear orchard that is rare to find. It is more wonderful, more spectacular and more moving than the "mirage" people see in the desert. Most of the "mirages" in the desert appear in the environment of flying sand and rocks and strong winds, but the "mirage" in the pear orchard presents a fairyland in the charming spring breeze and the hazy spring scenery. Such a realm seems elegant and mysterious. I think, in the face of such a wonderful and charming pear orchard scene, the poet Cen Shen who more than a thousand years ago once sang "Suddenly like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of pear trees bloom", or maybe he has a "wine-fighting poem" What will Li Bai and Lu You, who wrote "Hundred Chapters", feel? Will it leave behind a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages? Are you going to lie drunk in the pear garden again and not want to leave?

"Always unstained by the wind and dust, the moon is gently caged against the east wall."

The spring in Xinjiang is charming, and the spring in Xinhe is charming, but it also happens from time to time. When the sand and dust cover the sun. However, pear blossoms are always spotless, always as white as snow and as pure as jade, just like the lotus flower that can always "come out of the mud without being stained". Although pear blossoms have been exposed to all the wind and sand, they can still be elegant and beautiful, as white as snow, with jade bones and ice skin; they still have the elegant temperament of "taking up all the white in the world and crushing the flowers in the world". I have always admired and admired Lihua’s character traits of not being hypocritical, not delicate, and selfless and fearless. This trip to the pear orchard further increased my admiration for pear trees and pear flowers.

At this time, several people suddenly walked out of the trees and flowers, as if falling from the sky. Walking at the front was an old Uyghur man with gray hair and a beard. Perhaps because he has lived and worked in orchards for many years, this old man who looks to be about eighty years old is still radiant and walking as fast as flying. Walking behind him were two beautiful young Uyghur girls. They were both wearing bright red tops and black trousers, which formed a bright and appropriate color contrast with the white pear blossoms and emerald green wheat seedlings. Such contrasting and natural scenes once again shocked me: Could it be that the Supreme Laojun couldn't resist the temptation of this picturesque spring scenery in the pear garden and came down to earth with the beautiful girl in front of him? Oh, it's incredible, so exciting. I quickly said hello to them in Uyghur, and the old man also put his left hand on his chest and nodded slightly to express his greetings to me. I know that this is the most noble and sincere courtesy the Uyghurs treat their guests. I also followed his example and returned the favor to them again. Maybe it was my naivety that made the old man amused. He smiled loudly and enthusiastically and said, "Yakexi, you are welcome to come to my pear orchard often. When the pears are ripe in autumn, I will invite you to eat pears." "The two Uyghur girls also smiled at us. Their smiles were as beautiful and charming as pear blossoms, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

Everyone sat on the ground on the green grass in the pear garden and talked. Although I am not very proficient in Uyghur, I am fairly competent in general interpersonal communication activities. The old man was also very talkative. He told me that the pear tree has its own personality and needs care and communication. The more you give, the greater its contribution will be. Therefore, we have to go to the pear orchard every day to weed, water, and fertilize, so that the pear trees can feel the breath of people and make friends with people. In addition, when pear flowers are in full bloom, they also need pollination, and this work is all done by bees and butterflies. Butterflies are wild. Once the pear blossoms bloom, the fragrance will attract butterflies. Bees are artificially raised. Every spring when flowers bloom, many beekeepers will bring their bees to the orchard. They collect honey and complete the pollination work of pear flowers. Everyone gets what they want and what they need. complement each other.

The old man raised his hand again and pointed at the bees and butterflies flying around the pear tree, and told us happily: "These little creatures are all friends of the fruit trees, and they are also our friends. We I will never touch them, disturb them, let alone hurt them." Just as I was talking, a swarm of bees flew down on the pistils of the pear flowers next to me. Sometimes they fly up and sometimes fall down as if there is no one around, and they are no different from the group of butterflies that have just flown away, as naughty and cute as ever.

I can’t help but sigh at the magic of nature, and I can’t help but imagine in my heart that in autumn, the sweet and soul-stirring pears hanging on the branches will live up to this beautiful and picturesque pear orchard. It's spring.