Articles and essays on begonia flowers

I have been possessed for the past two days, and my mind is full of the shadow of Haitang.

Short sunshine in winter makes you dizzy at four o'clock in the afternoon. I think of Haitang again. Rush to the flower market as promised. There are daffodils and bluegrass in front of the shop, but the flowers I miss are hard to find. Standing in front of a flower stand, I tentatively asked: Is there a begonia? The woman selling flowers frowned, as if she didn't hear me clearly, and wondered, Is it time to buy begonia? But he bent down and wandered around the flowerpot. Then he pointed with his hand, and there were several pots, which had just bloomed and bloomed after a while. Looking at the dead leaves, I really didn't have confidence to raise them, so I gave up.

However, after all, I was unwilling and ran away against the strong wind the next day. Today is Monday. It is much colder. In a corner of the market, a woman with long hair sat at the door of the shop and ate melon seeds leisurely. On the stone platform on the left, several pink flowers are in full bloom. "Is it Haitang?" These flowers are so delicate that I can't help touching them with my hands. "Flowers can be seen, but you can't touch them!" She quickly stopped my intimate behavior. "Begonia doesn't bloom in winter?" I throw questions. "This is Rieger Begonia, a grafted variety, which blooms in winter until the following spring."

When eating, I put the flowerpot on the dining table, take a bite and have a look. A pot of beige and a pot of carmine. Petals cluster together, like rosy clouds, like the bride's blushing cheeks. After dinner, I moved the flowerpot to the bedside table, leaned back on the bed and watched it over and over again. I got up to smell the flowers again, but there was no fragrance. Pick up a few petals falling from the flowerpot and touch them carefully, as soft as brocade.

I remember watching the TV series A Dream of Red Mansions. Several begonia trees in Hongyi Garden have withered, and no one has watered them. Suddenly one day, the flowering period of begonia was very good, and everyone was surprised and rushed to see it. I finally feel that this flower is blooming strangely. Grandmother Jia said, "This flower should bloom in March. Although it is 1 1 month, it is still1month because of the late solar term. It is because of the weather in Xiaoyangchun that this flower is warm. " Grandmother Jia is well informed and naturally happy. So I admire flowers, drink and write poems. But vegetation knows destiny, and it happens from time to time. There will inevitably be other conjectures, but it's hard to say. Xi-feng asked Pinger to send two pieces of red silk to wrap this flower. This is a gift for Baoyu in the morning, but privately, she thinks it is a strange flower. She asked Aaron to hinge a red silk and hang it, so that she should go to the wedding.

This is the way to meet Haitang for the first time. It seems that Haitang is not only Haitang, but also endowed with other meanings, which is very impressive. When I saw Zhang Ailing classify "Begonia without fragrance" as one of the three hates in life, I couldn't understand what it was, just smiled gently. I'm ashamed to say that I haven't seen Haitang for so many years and I don't know what she really looks like. Friends say that begonia is very common, and it is found in parks. You haven't seen it before, but you just haven't noticed it. This situation is also possible. Otherwise, at the flower market, how could I guess it was Haitang at a glance? On the other hand, I think, just like a friend who misses day and night, on the bustling platform, we look at each other and know each other, but we have never met. That kind of heart is really strange. There is a fate in the world, and I am glad that I have a fate with Haitang.

My favorite poem of Haitang is "Steal a pear flower and get a plum blossom". I think the most beautiful artistic conception is "I'm afraid of falling asleep at night, so I light a high candle and put on red makeup." Compared with metaphor, flowers and beauty cannot be described too much. Needless to say, the poetic candlelight, just the quiet and charming begonia flowers in the faint white fluorescent lamp, is enough to attract people. If the moonlight shines, it will be another wonderful thing.