Many years ago, before I knew about Valentine's Day, I saw a rose lying quietly in the snow. Only at that moment, the fiery red color burned into my heart.
I picked it up and took it home, made it a beautiful vase, irrigated it with melted snow, and worried about how to keep it warm. I care for it with my heart and care for this flower that blooms like a flame. Looking at this rose, I think of the rose under the glass cover on that small planet and the love of the little prince. But in the end, Ross lost her little prince, and I lost Ross. My rose withered quickly, and I finally left nothing behind.
At the most budding age, a boy liked me. He really looks like a rose. I often wonder if all youth love is in full swing like his love. He said he could give up a lot of things he cared about for my liking. But then I felt disgusted, which was exaggerated in his face and made people's hearts curl up.
Look, this person's likes and dislikes are equally strong and equally publicity. Like a rose, on the one hand, it is a thorn that keeps people away, on the other hand, it is a delicate and shy petal. It is cold and gentle, like and hate, and it is also firm and strong.
I once heard that every rose belongs to early summer. If there is an opportunity, you must go to see the sea of roses. The golden sun in the sky is like a fire, and the bloody roses on the ground are like flames. What kind of scene is that?
It's not a pity that I didn't have a chance to see the flower sea, but I long for someone to send me a rose, just like every rose in my youth. Youth is the early summer of life, and roses also bloom in the early summer. I long for a love letter, a confession, a strong and pure love without burden, and I don't care about the worldly truth. It is wanton, crazy but vivid. I long for such a vigorous, even if a moth put out a fire and ended in despair, but at least I have.
But I haven't had time to have my own roses, but I quietly fell in love with simple and elegant mint.
Between the vast heaven and earth, clusters of green flowers are swaying in the wind, shy white flowers are lying quietly among the green leaves, and the long fragrance is looming. Obviously it is a humble existence, but that fragrance and elegance have been deeply rooted in my heart.
I like the love story between Mint and Hades very much. Even after reading it a hundred times, I still like it. Hades fell in love with Muncie, and Muncie was punished and became a grass trampled at will. However, this kind of grass has a pleasant aroma and is loved by people. The first person who told me this story said that Muncie, even as the most humble and weak weed, had a strong heart and beautiful thoughts, Do not forget your initiative mind, so it had such fragrance. In people's minds, mint represents fragrance and virtue, and also represents love that never dies.
By chance, I got a simple and elegant small pottery basin, which I like very much. I planted mint with it, and every day I smell the faint fragrance of mint, my heart will be filled with shallow joy. Every day in summer, I put a few pieces of mint in the cup. In autumn and winter, mint gradually withered, but the aroma in the cup remained. Every spring, the small pottery basin is full of vitality, and the fragrance of mint never stops.
Yes, there are always some things that will not die with life, or love, or virtue, or the fragrance in the cup.
I once read a story about a couple who were stopped by the traffic police and reprimanded. When the traffic police reprimand the boy, the girl will pat the boy's hand gently, as if to comfort him. When the traffic police reprimand the girl, the boy will pat the girl's hand gently. In the little tricks, the love and care of two young people are enough for everyone who sees them to understand.
I still remember a rainy day in summer when I saw a boy and a girl sheltering from the rain under the eaves. The boy deliberately stood in front of the girl, trying to cover the rain that was blown by the wind, and the girl pulled the boy back. The smile in their eyes is better than the summer scenery.
It turns out that love is sometimes in trivial matters, in a move and a smile. This kind of love flows forever, through every minute, every day and every year. Like mint, it is not strong and unassuming, but its fragrance is long and meaningful.
Perhaps, we are all eager for an unforgettable passion, perhaps, we all deserve a dull but long-term warmth.