Wisteria has a beautiful and sad legend about wisteria. Legend has it that a beautiful girl and a poor white man fell in love deeply, but their marriage was opposed by the girl's parents, and finally they both jumped off a cliff and fell in love. On the edge of the cliff where they died, a tree with vines and purple flowers grew. Later generations say that the man in white is the embodiment of the tree and the girl is the embodiment of wisteria. There is a thousand-year-old wisteria in Zhongshan Park. In early spring, weeping willows have drawn out the tender leaves of goose yellow, which are continuous and swaying gently with the wind. Wisteria is still some broken branches, and the bare vines are complicated, which seems to be unbearable. Visitors went straight through the wisteria frame without stopping for a moment. I have seen the beautiful scenery when wisteria blooms. It's an unreasonable purple, and it looks like a cloud, and it has an irresistible charm. Purple gas floated in the air, but suddenly disappeared, just like a dream. Walking leisurely under the wisteria frame, I tried to imagine the happy scene when wisteria was in full bloom. Suddenly I saw a cane falling vertically, which was particularly eye-catching. I stopped to observe, and somehow, the end of this light brown and purple rattan was broken, perhaps because the tourists were cut off while walking, or maybe it was pulled off by the "flower protector". There is a dead leaf hanging upside down, withered and curled, lonely and miserable. Take a closer look, and your mood will suddenly open up. Next to the dead leaves, several clusters of new buds stand upright at the same time. Looking around again, many buds stand proudly, full and full of vitality. Brown buds are wrapped in layers, and each bud tip is stretched with all its strength, like a torch that is about to be lit, regardless of the dead leaves that are about to turn into mud, growing with all its strength. This may just be a natural replacement phenomenon, but I can't help but marvel at the tenacity of vitality. On this broken cane, exuberance and dusk are staged at the same time, interpreting life and death and playing endless songs! These new lives are gestating a season of wisteria blooming. At this time, I seem to be under a full frame of wisteria, and those petals with different shades hang on the branches, and there is a faint fragrance lingering around, like a looming nature. In the orderly purple stamens, there seems to be a shallow and faint tenderness, which is confided in silence. Wandering butterflies and bees are obsessed with this purple charm, wandering deep into the flower heart, flapping their pink wings and stirring the flower heart. A wisp of breeze gently blows purple waves. At that moment, it seemed as if the purple fog came out of the hole, the purple gas was brilliant, the leaves were flourishing, the green cliffs were clear, the peaks were overlapping and the valleys were in harmony ... Can people and things in life, like this wisteria, rise and fall, honor and disgrace shake a person's true will? In fact, people are closely related to everything in the natural world. It is said that when a door is closed, a window will be opened.