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：A tree with crape myrtle flowers
When did crape myrtle start dreaming of blooming? In the late spring of April, it still looked like it was sleeping. Other plants have long been awakened by the spring light and are vying to show off their good colors, compete for beauty, and compete with each other. It is alone, and there is no sign of showing off on its bare branches - it is really calm.
Later, one day, my eyes inadvertently passed by the crape myrtle on the roadside, and I immediately stopped. Its flowers bloomed, which was really an incredible thing, and the cloud brocade fell down. They bloom not one by one, but one by one. There was a splash, purple, white, red, blue...the paint bucket was knocked over and splashed down. Each petal of the flower is decorated with lace and beautiful pleats. The petals are squeezed together intimately, and the blossoms are squeezed together intimately, so what you see is always big clumps of beauty. Amazing - it is a blockbuster without even making a sound.
A big spider is making a web among the flowers. Spiders really know how to find places. Under the bright sun, the shadows of crape myrtle flowers swayed gently in the web woven by the spider. Naturally, I thought of that high wall, which was inseparable from my youth. Inside the wall is a place for cultivating flowers and plants. There are all kinds of flowers and plants, among which crape myrtle is the most common. Country people call that place a nursery. The nursery is guarded by dedicated personnel. The man who guards it is a fierce-looking man. He always leads a big wolf dog and patrols back and forth in his territory. Ordinary people cannot enter.
The flower does not want to be restrained. It pokes its head out from the wall and teases the passers-by. Especially when the crape myrtle is in full bloom, you can catch a glimpse of red clouds floating there from a distance, turning the nursery into a fairyland. I always pass by it when I go to and from school, and I always stop there for a long time. At that time, I didn’t know that it also had a nice name called crape myrtle, and the country people called it itchy tree. Because its branches are slippery, with a slight touch, the branches all over the tree will tremble, like a ticklish little daughter. When you tickle her, she will giggle and hide.
Finally one day, the girl at the same table and I skipped class, escaped the man guarding the garden, and climbed over the wall. The glass on the wall scratched our arms, which we couldn't care less about. Flowers like brocade quickly make us forget our pain. We sat side by side under a flower tree, watching the spiders weave their webs and the shadows of the flowers dancing on each other's faces. Outside the wall, someone's voice gradually got closer and farther away. The spider's big web was destroyed by us, and it was woven again. The man who guards the garden has been staying in his small wooden house at the gate, singing Peking Opera that we don't understand on the radio, sonorous and sonorous. That big barking wolfdog didn't bark a word all afternoon. We stayed until sunset and then climbed over the fence. The man guarding the garden did not appear. The big wolfdog that frightened us did not appear. We successfully stole two blooming crape myrtle flowers. At that time, it was just an ordinary day, a tree with flowers in bloom, and two young people. But after many years, I became immersed in it and couldn't stop. I wished I could ride the car of time and go back and take a look. Everyone remembers the blue brick wall with several crape myrtle trees growing inside. At the gate is the small wooden house of the gardener and his big wolf dog. The man is not as fierce as he thought. One day after we had sex, I passed by and a big wolf dog barked at me. He stopped the big wolf dog and comforted me, little girl, don’t be afraid.
The nursery back then is no longer there. The man who guarded the garden later went to the provincial capital. Who knew he was actually a calligrapher. When I heard people talking about it, I smiled slightly, and the crape myrtle flowers on the trees passed before my eyes.
: Every grass will bloom
When I went to the countryside and went to the fields with my mother, I was surprised to find that a kind of grass called cow's ear had tiny yellow flowers. Those little flowers are shyly hidden among the leaves. You can't really see them unless you look closely. I said, why are the grasses blooming? My mother glanced at them with a smile and said lightly, every grass will bloom. I was stunned and thought about it, this is really the case. It is well known that dandelions bloom. They bloom into white pompon balls, and when you blow gently, the flowers fly all over the sky. The flowers of dog's tail grass look like a dog's tail. If they form a patch, it is a most beautiful scenery. Artemisia flowers bloom in big clumps... I have never seen grass that does not bloom.
I once taught a student, a very unspectacular child, with a black face and some deafness. Because he rarely hears sounds, he always tries his best to open his ears and stretch his head slightly forward, as if he is trying to listen. Such a child's grades will naturally not be good. He is ignored in all subject competitions, such as physics competitions and chemistry competitions. Even during the semester exam, his scores were not included in the total class score. Everyone regarded him as a disabled person, something he could have or not have.
His father, a middle-aged man with a similarly dark face, often came to school to see him and stood outside the classroom. He looked back at his father outside the window and did not go out. He only smiled. That smile was really bright, like a blooming wild chrysanthemum, with a lot of sunshine in it. I was very curious about his smile like that and asked him why he didn't go out to talk to his father. He replied that my father knew that I worked very hard. I sighed softly, in my heart. Somewhat touching and some sentimental. I don't think he can change anything about himself.
At the end of the semester, the school organizes a handicraft competition for students to go to the province to win prizes. This is related to the reputation of the school. The usual labor and skill classes were all taken away from Chinese and mathematics. The students' manual skills were really limited, and the submitted works were very disappointing. At this time, something unexpected happened. A child sent a set of ten handmade clay dolls. Each clay doll has its own mood, whether it is laughter or daydream. Lively, innocent, beautiful and amazing. The work was submitted to the province and successfully won the special prize. There is only one special prize in the province, and its sensational effect can be imagined.
The school held a meeting to commend the child who made the clay doll. Amidst the warm applause, the person who walked onto the stage was actually the dark boy - the deaf child. Perhaps it was the first time he had stood on such a stage, and he looked very embarrassed. He just lowered his head and smiled shyly. Asked him to talk about his experience of winning the award, he muttered for a long time and said, I think as long as I work hard, I will always accomplish something. In an instant, the audience fell silent, so quiet that you could hear the sound of sunlight falling.
From now on, when facing students, I no longer dare to underestimate any of them. They are like the grasses in the countryside. Each grass has its flowering period. Even the most inconspicuous cow's ears will hide their yellow flowers among the leaves. Open small and persistently.
: Mother’s Heart
It was just a pile of home-dried moldy vegetables, home-dried sausages, peanuts and broad beans growing in the ground, dried shredded radish and Sweet potato chips...
She tried her best to move this thing to the post office counter, while carefully asking, if you send these abroad, how many days will it take to receive them?
This is It was a June day, the sun was scorching outside, and the sound of the heat blowing in the wind could be heard. She had traveled a lot, and there were dense beads of sweat in the wrinkles on her forehead, and there was a layer of red in the dark face of the panel. Like newly turned soil, pristine.
On this day, there were a lot of people going to the post office for business. Those who send express mail, those who send parcels, and those who send registered mail are all busy. Her question was quickly drowned in the noise. She was not discouraged, and after a while she asked carefully, how long would it take to receive these if sent abroad?
When she learned that the fastest way was airmail, which could be received in three to five days. Arrived, but postage is expensive. She stood and thought for a while, and then decided to send it by airmail. Some kind-hearted people looked at the things she sent and said, "You can't pay for it. The things you sent are not valuable. Your postage can buy a lot of these things."
She smiled at the speaker and said, "My son is abroad and wants to eat."
But I was told that peanuts, broad beans, etc. cannot be mailed internationally. She immediately froze there, at a loss. She first asked the post office staff to be accommodating and send it just this time, she said. The post office staff explained to her that it’s not that we are unaccommodating, but that there are regulations. These are contraband in international parcels.
She said "Oh" and suddenly lost her opinion. She stood there, looking at her pile of local products in trance, and murmured in a low voice, "My son likes to eat, what should I do?"
Someone suggested that she send him money so that he could buy other things to eat. Or maybe you have peanuts and broad beans for sale over there.
She smiled and shook her head. Suddenly something occurred to me and I asked the post office staff if I could send peanut candies. The reply was that this would be fine as long as it was well packaged.
She became excited, so the spiced broad beans can also be sent? I will pack them well and they will not be spoiled. The people inside had obviously never encountered anyone who sent spiced broad beans. They thought about it and answered vaguely, vacuum-packed ones are fine.
Such a reply encouraged her very much. She kept saying thank you, as if someone else had helped her a lot. She packed up the things spread out on the counter one by one, put them back into the snakeskin bag, and carried them on her shoulders. She nodded apologetically to the people at the counter, "Sorry to bother you, I won't send it today. I'll make peanut brittle and spiced broad beans when I get home, and I'll send it tomorrow."
She left, smiling. The scorching sun shone down on her body, and the snakeskin bag was slung on her shoulders. On the street, people come and go, but no one will notice that there is an ordinary mother walking there, carrying a mother's heart on her shoulders.