Flower Gardening
In spring, when the earth is covered with a green carpet, flowers of all colors bloom, and willow trees spread their green hair, swaying gracefully in the spring breeze. posture. I couldn’t help but plant all kinds of potted plants on my balcony. What I like most is seeing my house filled with flowers, filling every corner of the house with flourishing life, making me feel full of hope every day. It's like planting hope into your heart. Waiting is just a process. As long as you have patience, you will definitely see hope taking root, growing leaves, and blooming. This is a very beautiful process that only careful people can discover. Whenever I see my own flowers, I understand that life is worth cherishing. Only by caring carefully, observing carefully, and patiently learning each of their living habits can we get the rewards of beauty.
On the contrary, if you love flowers and plants too much, or ignore them, or act against their habits, you will wait for the day when the flowers and plants will decline. Eventually, the flowers and plants will be discarded in the garbage and turn black and turn yellow. Rotten until nothing. In fact, every kind of flowers and plants have tenacious vitality, which is a kind of perseverance and a spirit of not admitting defeat. They stick their roots tightly into small flower pots and stand up steadily with only a little support. The whole body. Magnificent, enchanting, and complete their personality. If, in my own room, there are flowers blooming, I will have a whole room full of fragrance and beauty; and a life without flowers is not bad, after all, having a room with green leaves is also a kind of enjoyment.
When all kinds of leaves open, emerald green, dark green, yellow-green, light green...the layers are uneven, varying in height, like green waves, rolling on it My thoughts are like threads, as if they have grown leaves in spring, stretching out their green arms, quietly welcoming the rising sun from the east, watching the clouds roll and relax, the clouds are light and clear. Whenever I come home after a tiring day at work, what pops into my eyes is this crowded and lively green, each with its branches extended, as if surrounding me, vying to give me a warm hug. Let my heart blend into this intoxicating green and refuse to come out for a long time.
Growing flowers is a state of mind. It is to take yourself out of the busy work, close your eyes quietly, and feel a different mood. It is to leave your heart to nature, relax yourself, and forget your worries. It is to learn a kind of waiting. In waiting, you know how to cherish, how to give, and how to communicate with flowers with your heart. I believe that every flower has its own flower language. When the sweet, gentle and happy words of the flowers come together, I will be drunk in the fragrance and don't want to wake up. Perhaps, it is because I love flowers too much that I am willing to be with them, and I will not complain no matter how much I pay for them.
Every time I linger in the flower market, my desire to own flowers becomes stronger, and I am so stupid that I fall in love with every flower in my hands. In my heart, a small drum was beating. The idea of ??taking them home was so strong that I couldn't suppress it. But I can only buy those small flowers, no matter how small they are, because they are what I can afford and because they can be placed in my room. Not all the flowers I bought can be kept alive, and some are dead. Whenever I see the flowers withered and yellow, I can't be happy for a long time. It turns out that my love does not always bring good luck to the flowers. Beauty can be destroyed.
No matter what, the days waiting for the flowers to bloom are beautiful and warm. I am often fascinated by the surprise of discovering flowers. When I am intoxicated among the flowers, the world is beautiful and my mood is beautiful. This beauty allows me to escape from the so-called troubles and sorrows and become a happy person.
Love Flowers
Whenever spring comes, I still go out early and come back late, rushing between home and factory. As I walk between roads and courtyards every day, I never forget to quietly take a look at the scenery on the roadside. From winter to spring, I can always find which tree has sprouted and which grass has lost its leaves. When the bare branches sprout small tender green buds, then small flower buds grow, then bloom, and then crowd the tree. The trees were full of excitement, and I felt quietly happy in my heart. It seemed like a little secret of mine, but no one shared it with me.
On my way to work, I always pass by a long road. There are many cherry blossom trees planted on the roadside. Every spring, cherry blossoms of various colors bloom on the trees. Those flowers are shy. It's beautiful, coquettish, elegant, enthusiastic, full of trees in bloom, and very lively. They were crowded and noisy as they drove along, attracting many passers-by to watch, and some even regarded it as a beautiful sight and took photos. I rush past this road every day, from a large area of ??pink to a large area of ??bright red, and then to a large area of ??light green. I walk all the way, bathing in the sea of ??flowers, feeling the scenery with my heart, Be intoxicated and enjoy yourself.
When I entered the factory area where I worked, another large field of magnolia trees came towards me. First, I passed a field of magnolia flowers as white as snow. The big flowers bloomed one after another, like a fairy. Wearing white gauze, they stand reservedly by the roadside, smiling shyly, making people unable to bear to disturb them. I always pass by gently and come to the pink magnolia flowers, and my mood is lifted by the passionate flowers. Be happy and jump.
If the white magnolia is like a shy girl, she is simply unworldly. The pink magnolia is like a woman in love, her cheeks turn red because of love. Beauty is that devotion and intoxication.
In the distance of the factory area, I can still vaguely see the delicate pink peach blossoms, the pure yellow winter jasmine, and the rich peonies. I think, I fell in love with this spring, fell in love with these spring flowers. It turns out that people who love flowers have a sentimental heart, and they will be involved in them unconsciously and cannot extricate themselves.
But when I went through a short vacation, I passed by those cherry blossoms and magnolias again. Under the trees, the ground was full of fallen reds, scattered haphazardly among the ground, dim and lackluster. Then I remembered some poems: Falling flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect them. Perhaps, beautiful things are short-lived, which is why we cherish them so much. I can only look forward to gathering with these spring flowers again next year.
Listening to the Rain
In the spring in Xi’an, it doesn’t rain very often. If it rains, it is gentle and soft. People often fall on it inadvertently when they go out. When people find out, they only feel a slight chill on the back of their neck, face, and arms, and then it disappears again. So I have to lament that spring rain is as expensive as oil. Only when summer is approaching will the rain start to get heavier, but it won't rain for too long. It only takes half a day and then stops again. Whenever there is enough rain in the spring, the old people will lie on their deck chairs, look up at the sky, and sigh: "Maybe this year will be a good harvest year again." But the young people do not want to stay at home, and would rather Take a walk in the rain. Holding hands, let the rain slip into the ends of your hair and into your neck, feeling the different coolness. They like to bathe in the spring breeze, stroll on the streets full of cherry blossoms, magnolias, and tulips, walk past the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, walk past the ancient city wall, walk across the Qujiang River, and let themselves freely walk through the ancient city of Xi'an. Fashionable figures are reflected in every street and alley.
When the spring breeze blows, the greenery revives, and the flowers bloom, I sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of my home. There is a thin drizzle of rain outside the window, strands, strands, like fine yarn, gently draped there. On the willow tree swaying in the wind, let the willow tree comb the ends of your hair and flutter in the wind. At this time, I was holding a book and reading it carefully. When I just read the sentence "If you are well, my world will be sunny." My heart began to fluctuate. At this time, the drizzle came one after another, flying like butterflies, falling lightly in front of my eyes. It lightly pressed against my window, bringing my thoughts into the memory of rain.
I remember it was a late spring season, and a sudden rain came quickly and violently. Although it didn't last long, it was enough to cover a lot of water on the ground. The road is therefore difficult to walk. But my father and I had to go out and pass through an alley in order to buy a tutoring book for our children. The alley is very narrow. Due to the rain, a lot of water accumulated, so deep that it can reach the calf. Many people were trapped here, and they all looked helplessly at the alley and sighed. Only a few people walked away regardless of the water, leaving a group of people standing there who didn't know what to do. But there are still some people who are very business-minded. No, a few human-powered tricycles rushed over quickly. They paid ten yuan a trip. Not only did they solve everyone's urgent needs, they also made a lot of money. It was really a good idea to help others and benefit ourselves.
Although people reluctantly got on the bus, they couldn't help but mutter a few words: "Take advantage of the opportunity to kill people and make ridiculous money." I dragged my father and wanted to get in the bus, but my father got angry. , said angrily: "This little road costs ten yuan, it's too bad." So I watched the car drive away, not knowing what to do. When the group of cars left, a brand new man-powered tricycle hurriedly arrived. There was a young man sitting on the car. He looked very kind and clean. But what surprised everyone was that he was actually a disabled person. On his legs, an empty trouser leg was rolled up haphazardly, with a small part still fluttering in the wind.
When everyone looked at him, he greeted everyone enthusiastically: "Get in the car, get in the car." I pulled my father and squeezed over, and asked casually: "How much does it cost?" Without even thinking about it, the disabled young man waved his hands and said, "You're free of money, come up quickly. There's so much water, it's hard to walk. I'm just here to help." Upon hearing this, everyone swarmed up, and after a while, The car was not only full of people, there were also several people standing. He shouted quickly: "Don't rush, don't rush, I will walk back and forth a few more times and I can finish the delivery." When my father and I were sitting in the car, I saw from a distance those cars of people who wanted to make money. Leaning on the tricycle, with a hateful expression on my face, I couldn't help but worry about the disabled young man. I was really afraid that they would make things difficult for this kind-hearted person. The alley became cheerful and lively with his presence. I think if he wants to say something to everyone, it is: If you are well, my world will be sunny.
Actually, this story has always been hidden in my heart. Every time it rains, I think of the disabled young man and feel warm in my heart. It is like a lingering brand in my heart, imprinted in my memory for a long time. I really want to share it so that the rain will be more beautiful because of this story.
Whenever it rains, I will hold a flower umbrella and walk in the rain. There are people passing by in the rain. They may hold an umbrella together and pass by side by side; or they may walk by each other casually. Put on some clothes and run away; or you can walk by alone with a frown and a hurried look on your face. Everyone seems to have a story, good or bad, sad or happy. The spring rain always carefully washes away the worries in people's hearts, allowing the breath of spring to surround people and bring them a sense of newness.
Spring rain always has its own smell. It is a smell that contains the fragrance of earth, and a smell that contains vitality. After people smell it, they will be full of hope in their hearts, bravely face various difficulties in life, and never Withdraw.