Autumn is strong, and it is Chongyang.
At this moment, the chrysanthemum lingering in my heart will sway in my heart.
Miss Chrysanthemum, Miss Chrysanthemum, confuse your mind.
In my memory, chrysanthemums were planted in front of the small garden, with white, yellow and blue chrysanthemums competing to open.
Of course, most of them are white chrysanthemums and yellow bows, small, white and yellow, like twinkling stars in the sky, scattered around some yellow fences, blooming quietly and standing stubbornly in the autumn wind.
At that time, my mother reclaimed a wasteland in the open space in front of the yard.
Remove weeds, throw away stones, and form a simple garden with bamboo pieces.
At first, I thought my mother specialized in growing chrysanthemums.
Mother explained, "Chrysanthemums don't bloom until autumn, so it's not appropriate to plant them so early now."
Mother grows pumpkins in the garden.
Mother found some seedlings, propped up the shed, watered and fertilized the garden at ordinary times, and managed the garden smoothly.
When spring goes and summer comes, pumpkins fall under the shed and play like happy children.
In the pumpkin space, my mother also planted tomatoes and peppers.
The whole garden is full of excitement.
After the melons and fruits are cleaned up, autumn will come quietly.
The small garden is quiet and depressing, and I'm worried. The chrysanthemums under the melons and fruits have blossomed.
Unexpectedly, the garden is lonely, and these A Man Called Autumn Flower blooms tenaciously, so as not to make sentimental people feel sad.
Chrysanthemum, simple and generous, in groups of three or five, in pairs, quietly opens, reveals fragrance and dresses up in autumn.
The golden chrysanthemums stand under the greenhouse and look full of vitality.
Open there, burning eyes, gorgeous and somewhat sparse, making people reluctant to go.
Close your nose and take a deep breath. The fragrance of chrysanthemum moistens your heart and lungs, which is very comfortable.
At that time, my family was poor, and my mother was busy in this small garden to make her family eat enough.
Although it is only some fruits, in the mother's heart, it is the material on which the family lives.
It was my mother's hard work that kept our family from starving, although we didn't eat well and spent that hard time.
Sometimes, I think my mother is a great person and the spiritual pillar of our family. She is a chrysanthemum, giving her fragrance to her family.
Mother will pick chrysanthemums in the garden to make tea.
If there are too many, bask in the sun, entertain guests, or give them to relatives and friends.
When I was a child, I was satisfied to drink my mother's chrysanthemum tea.
All the sufferings seem to have gone with tea.
Take a few sips gently, savor slowly, and the fragrance is diffuse.
A cup of warm and delicious tea moistens the whole body and makes people intoxicated.
Today is the Double Ninth Festival. I am working in other places, and I can't see the chrysanthemums at home.
Mom sent a lot of photos with her mobile phone and looked at the blooming chrysanthemums in the garden, which added a lot of festive atmosphere to mom and the Double Ninth Festival.
Not in my hometown, I seem to smell chrysanthemums-
The chrysanthemum that accompanied me through the hard times.