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第24章 与美丽邂逅 6（第1页）

第24章与美丽邂逅（6）

Inthem，thesuroalgreencloud-puffsofthepiheskyisdfulloflife，thewaterrunshastily，stillbrowjuiceofcrushedolives。Ah’sbowlofcrocusesisamazing。Youotbelievethattheflowersarereallystill。Theyareopenwithsuchdelight，ailthrustisse，andtheyaresomany，allreagoutwideahatitsuggestsaperfectecstasyofradiant，thro-upvioletande，andsurginginsomeihmofcerted，delightfulmovement。Youotbelievetheydonotmove，andmakesomesortofesou。Ifyousitstillandwatch，youbegihem，likemovingwiththestars，ahesoundoftheirradiahelittlecellsoftheflowersmustbeleapingwithflowerylifeandutterance。

AndnowthatitisMarch，thereisarushofflowers。Dowream，whissidewaystothesun，ahebrierandbramble，dowhehelleborehasstoodsowananddignifiedallwiherearesofprimroses，suddehetangleahe，tuftsandbunroses，inabuheylookmoreallid，moreflimsythanEnglishprimroses。Theylaeofthefullwohenortherehem，totur，solemn-facedpurplevioletsthatrearupfromthebank，aothewoletowersofthegrapehyath。

Thisisthetime，inMarthesloeiswhiteandmistyiahestream，andontheslopeoflareestandspinkahealmondblossom，silverypink，ispassing，butthepeach，deep-toallethereal，thisrevealsitselflikeflesh，areesarelikeisolatedindividuals，thepeadtheapricot。Itissospidsoindividual，thatpinkamongtheinggreen，becausethefirstflowersthatemergefromwinterseemalwayswhiteoryelloworpurple。Nowtheesareout，andalohepodere，thebig，sturdy，black-purpleahblackhearts。

Thedaisiesareouttoo，iheytoored-mouthed。ThefirstandhaasMar，thedwihtlittlethitons，together。Thatmeanssummerisnearlyhere。

Ihereareoddyellowtulips，slender，spikyandese-looking。Theyareverylouttheirdulledyellowinslimspikes。Buttheytoosoonlean，expahemselves，andaregonelikeanillusion。

Aulipsaregohereisamoment’spause，beforesummer。Summeristhemove。

IowardstheendofApril，whentheflowersseemtohesitate，theleavesmakeuptheirmindstoeout。Forsometime，attheveryendshsoffigtrees，spurtsreenhavebeenburleguesofgreenfirevividoipsofthedelabrum。sofgree，aaketheshapeofhands，feelingfortheairofsummer。Andtinygreehem，likeglaofagoat。

Noensonthehillareallremarkablewiththetramembranesofblood-veiheyaregold-brown，butumhinwingsbatswhenlikebirds—callthembirds—theywheelincloudsagaiingsun，andthesunglhthestretchedmembraheirwings，asthroughthin，browainedglass。Thisistheredsapofsummer，ofautumn。

&reeissomethingthesame，butmoresturdy。Now，iril，theisstillwhite，butassingaway:itislatethisyear，andtheleavesaregthidsoftlytheirdarkblood-filledglow。Itisqueeraboutfruittreesinthisdistrict。Thepearandthepeachwereouttogether。Butreeisalovelythiessofnewandglossygreen，vividwithatenderfullnessofapple-greenleaves，gleamingamohergreenofthelahehalf-highwheat，emerald，andthegreyolive，half-ihebrowhedarkcypress，theblackoftheevergreenoftheheavygreenpuffsofthestoheflimsygreenofsmallpeadalmourdyyounggree。Somanygreens，allinflakesailtedtablesandroundshouldersandplumesandshagglesanduprisenbushes，ofgreensaimesblindinglybrilliantatevehelandscapelooksasifitwereonfirefromihgreennessandwithgold。

Ihescrub-oakisonlyjustinguhepiheirholdoheyarewintrythings，stoChristmas，theirheavygreencloudsarerichlybeautiful。Whenthecypressesrisetheirtallandnakedbodiesreen，andtheosiersarevividred-e，oillblueair，andthelahen，inmid-wihelabeautifulincwithcolour。

Notthatthisweekisflowerless。Buttheflowersarealittlelohihere:theearlypurpleorchid，ruddyandverymuchalive，youeacrossoally，thelegroupsofbee-orchids，withtheirraggeddiffereheirappearaherearethehugebud-spikesofthestout，thickflpinkebudslikefatearsofleaalreadyoddgrai-earareopen，andoutsthedelikragoffloweret。Alsothereareverylovelyand-cloutedorchidswithbrownspotsontheloelip。Thesegrowipladhaveexotiderspikes，veryrare-seeming。Anotherorchidisalittle，prettyyellowone。