The history of the Magnolia

Hi everyone, today I am going to tell you my story:
Well this picture is for my friends @leyargoz and @ sol25, you know that they take the challenge #Mydailypost and today it's Sepiatone

-Soy un árbol muy especial.
Provengo de la antigua China por parte de madre y de Japón por parte de padre.
Cuando llegue a Europa, los ingleses fueron los primeros en ver mi bonita floración en pleno invierno.
Pero en poco tiempo conquiste el mundo,
Todos querían tenerme en sus parques, ya que como os he dicho en el invierno empiezo a florecer.
-I'm a very special tree.
I come from the ancient China on the part of mother and of Japan on the part of father.
When I arrived in Europe, the English were the first to see my beautiful bloom in the middle of winter.
But in a short time conquer the world,
Everyone wanted to have me in their parks, because as I said in the winter I start to bloom.

Igual vivo en el parque que tienes al lado de casa o del trabajo, me has visto y admirado.
Maybe I live in the park that you have at home or at work, you have seen and admired me.

When the cold was dry and summer almost ended, my blood runs all over my body and I feel tickling at the tips of my hands.
I feel like something small and green wants to get out of me, pulls hard, but do not fear it does not hurt me.
In a couple of days I dress partying, I have almost no sheets but no matter I'm happy and happy.
Full of pink or white flowers depending on which branch of the family comes, people look at me, I see them and I see their smiling faces.
They sit under me and look at the sky, they keep smiling.
I am filled with pride and complacency.

If by chance the winter gets angry and releases its breath with fury, it comes out through the mouth those frozen drops that humans call snow.

Hay sí que es una fiesta, todo el mundo sale a la calle y me rodean, ríen, saltan y los más pequeños sin vergüenza se revuelcan en la nieve, todos sonríen y están alegres por lo menos en un tiempo.

Yes there is a party, everyone goes out and they surround me, they laugh, they jump and the little ones without shame wallow in the snow, they all smile and are happy at least in a while.

Con el paso de los días mis hojas caen y lleno el suelo con una imagen distinta al verde del césped.
As the days go by, my leaves fall and I fill the ground with a different image of the green of the lawn.

Hasta que me convierto en un árbol normal que solo te protege de los rayos del sol del verano.
Así es mi vida y mi historia.
Espero que hayáis disfrutado de mi relato y cuando me miréis me recordéis lleno de color.
Until I become a normal tree that only protects you from the rays of the summer sun.
This is my life and my story.
I hope you enjoyed my story and when you look at me you remember me full of color.
Original content by @txatxy*